Chapter 403: The Betrayed Dog, Jiaozhou Camp, Kill

Seeing the Dengzhou army array behind the camp, no Manchu and Mongolian soldier thought that the other party was in motion, and just pushed the camp, the infantry front was not stable, and his horse was running, so he might be able to knock the other party away.

These Tartar soldiers subconsciously turned their horses and fled in another direction. This was a completely subconscious action. They were already stunned because of fear.

The cavalry fronts on both wings are actually quite thin. Although the iron cavalry in heavy armor looks terrifying, they lose a lot of power after losing their impact speed. As for the light cavalry in Jiaozhou camp, they may not have the combat power of the Manchu and Mongolian Eight Banners Cavalry. However, at this time, no one analyzed anything. Everyone was in fear, blind and crazy, running wildly in this gradually tightening siege.

The cavalry on both wings were originally light cavalry in the outer circle, while the iron cavalry in the inner circle, and there was a slight formation change at this time. The iron cavalry was outside the circle, while the light cavalry was on the inner side.

Most of the light cavalry had already dismounted and took out muskets with sawed short barrels to prepare for shooting. The cavalry training of Jiaozhou Camp, the hunting cavalry, the sentry detectives and the iron cavalry were all soldiers with excellent horse skills. These soldiers had already had experience in riding horses before joining Jiaozhou Camp. Another type was that they were extremely hard-working and had a very high understanding of horseback. These innate and acquired cavalry were all left among the iron cavalry.

Others, after all, the peasants and semi-peasant military families, especially in places like Shandong, are still very few who can have horse riding experience, and the training they acquired may not improve much. No matter how much they train, they may not be able to compare with those barbarians who grew up on horseback, as well as those servants and personal soldiers who are actually professional soldiers.

The cost of a cavalry is several or even a dozen infantrymen. If a team with sufficient combat effectiveness cannot be cultivated, then such a cost will be of no benefit to the Shandong troops in Jiaozhou Camp, which is financially tight.

Jiaozhou Camp simply changed its thinking. In addition to the iron cavalry used as a decisive maneuver strike force, the light cavalry of Jiaozhou Camp is more like a horse-riding infantry. They are equipped with firearms and cold weapons. By borrowing the maneuverability of horses, they can arrange the next force at a specific position at a very fast speed.

Therefore, the cavalry requirements for these light cavalry are not very high, but the combat skills that infantry should master. They must be more proficient. They must also master the weapons used by musket soldiers and spearmen.

The Jiaozhou camp light cavalry on both sides of the encirclement brought muskets to form infantry muskets. Their muskets sawed short the barrel and had a range of not far, but in the encirclement surrounded on all sides, it was the most suitable weapon. After all, there were seven battalions of the first line inside the encirclement area. The weapons with a short range but still killing people seemed to be prepared for this battlefield.

This battlefield is on the vast plain, the Dengzhou army is in the south, the cavalry is in the east and west, the old camp is in the formation, and 11,000 people are in the north. The remaining nine thousand people begin to slowly head towards the east of Henan on both wings.

The encirclement is gradually shrinking, and the sound of muskets has been ringing densely. Now every musket soldier is shooting freely. What they have to do now is aim as much as possible instead of shooting empty without any scruples, because in such a small space, stray bullets can easily hurt their teammates.

When the cavalry teams of the Manzhou Banners and the Mongolian Banners were desperate, they also tried to attack the Jiaozhou Camp's front, but such unsized charges were broken in front of the infantry army of the Jiaozhou Camp, and they could not even come back if they hit them.

Lu Hutai is the leader of Zhenghong Banner. He can reach this position in his early thirties. This is an anomaly among the Eight Banners. When he was twenty years old, he still gave birth to Jurchens in the old forest. He was captured by the Eight Banners soldiers who searched for mountains and picked up people and caught people. He became a member of the Eight Banners soldiers.

Such a child was extremely brave. He was scrambled by the relatives of the Eight Banners to join his banner. Lu Hutai was favored by Prince Li Daishan and sent to his son Yue Tuo to serve as a personal soldier of the Buyala. When Dorgon led the army to enter the pass for the fourth time, Yue Tuo followed him as a deputy general. Who would have thought that Yue Tuo was infected with smallpox in the pass and died of illness in Jinan.

It is said that Lu Hutai's personal guards would not have any good ending because of their master's death, but the two red flag owners, Prince Li Daishan, were quite generous in this matter. Perhaps they were thinking of others when they saw things and were extremely generous to them, and they followed Yue Tuo's personal soldiers, and praised Lu Hutai as the assistant leader of the red flag.

When I came to the gate this time, no one could have thought that the Eight Banners and nobles outside the gate would be like this today. They were trying hard to stuff their confidants into it. Although Lu Hutai was elevated, he was much better than others in his work. Dai Shan valued it very much, and this time he was sent in.

Lu Hutai fought a large battle with the Ming army for more than twenty times. He thought he understood how these Han troops fought, and he was very decent. If the Qing army rushed here, they would be cannons, muskets and various strange firearms. When they rushed in, the firearms would be fired without ammunition and could not be used. Then they would rush in and slash and kill them. The Ming army would probably collapse, and then follow behind and chop people.

If the Ming army rushed first, it would usually be a few servants who were confused about the Ming army. Although it would cause some trouble to the Qing army's front, the number of people was too small and could not shake the overall situation at all. Killing these people would lead to greater collapse.

Over time, Lu Hutai developed a strong sense of self-confidence in his heart, and under this confidence, his combat effectiveness will often be more exerted.

The same is true when communicating with his companions. Lu Hutai heard from his side and his subordinates that the Ming army was getting worse every year. When Lao Khan was there, it was still very difficult to fight with the Ming army. Now, when it comes to war, it is like chasing sheep, which is very simple.

The firearms in the Ming army are not worth mentioning, and ordinary infantry are not worth mentioning. The only way to take action is to be considered as combat power is only the servants of the Ming army generals. These servants and those generals are too small. What's more, these so-called "combat power" are just about the same ability as the armored Dings of the Eight Banners, so what's the use?

Lu Hutai fought with such high morale and past impressions, and within two days, his morale and impressions completely collapsed.

Yesterday's army was already strange. According to the common sense of fighting with the Ming army in the past, there would be no such army, and not to mention that if there were such an army, why not use it in the previous battles, those few entry into the pass, and those few wars outside the pass, why not use this army and suffer such great losses in vain?

Looking at the life that seemed to be harvesting melons and vegetables in front of me, and as his companions trembled all over and looked pale, Lu Hutai's mind gradually became confused, and he just blindly followed the front team to clash around. There were constant screams of Manchu and Mongolian soldiers, horses neighing, and panic crying in his ears.

Lu Hutai's wildness that did not fade gradually emerged from his heart, and his reason was gradually lost. For some reason, Lu Hutai, the leader of the Zhenghong Banner, actually felt that the Ming army in front of him must be not the soldiers on earth, and perhaps the ghosts in the Black Mountain forest as the shamans said.

Because the cavalry ran around in the encirclement, the smoke and dust that stirred up dim the light, which became the scene of the arrival of doomsday.

All kinds of emotions of gods and ghosts came to his heart, making Zhenghongqi Zuoru Lu Hutai feel frightened and at a loss. He led the hundreds of flag soldiers behind him to run around without any purpose. The panic and desperate flag soldiers behind him naturally did not know that their chief general was about to go crazy.

In this mental state, it was not surprising that Lu Hutai did anything. This team that was chasing randomly in the formation had a strange luck, but the entire team did not suffer much damage. The teams of the Eight Banners of Manchu and Mongolia were scrambling in the formation, and were stabbed by soldiers surrounding them with spears and fired from muskets. Some people kept falling off their horses and dying, but Lu Hutai led the team to bypass the second line of the old camp and rushed towards the location of Li Meng's commander's flag.

Lu Hutai could see the flag opposite and the Ming army array in his blood-red eyes. He did not realize that this was the center of Jiaozhou Camp. He was actually crazy and just met by chance.

There was almost no hesitation, Lu Hutai raised the big knife in his hand and urged the horse to rush towards the military formation in front.

General Zhendong and Shandong General Li Meng sent out all the battalions in his hands, but now he doesn't have many troops, only three thousand people in his personal military camp.

Seeing these hundreds of Tartar cavalry rushing over, the soldiers in the personal barracks were quite excited. Seeing the battle on the battlefield so hot and booming, it was very lively, but he could only be the commander of the Guards and had no chance to fight. The fierce soldiers in the personal barracks were quite depressed.

Now, someone actually came to the door. The soldiers with muskets all ran to the front row and quickly prepared for the shooting.

There are also soldiers holding spears and axes and guns, and they line up after the muskets to deal with cavalry. There are only a few infantry types, even the personal barracks will not play any tricks.

Lu Hutai and the Zhenghongqi cavalry behind him were actually unable to speed up their mounts. Horses were not machines and could not always maintain the limit of charge.

But in the feeling of Lu Hutai, he was rushing forward at an unprecedented high speed, and behind him were the Eight Banners troops. No matter what was ahead, he would definitely be able to completely break away and break down. In the future, he would become a person like the commanded general Abatai, and perhaps even higher.

"Five columns are ready!"

The officers of the personal barracks shouted this order in a slightly excited tone. Each row of forty people, a total of five rows of musketeers began to check their ammunition and musketeers. When the musketeers did not fire the first shot, the musketeers must be filled with ammunition, and what they need to prepare was nothing more than a routine procedure.

"The first column~~~~Prepare!!!"

This order was issued, which proved that it was necessary to shoot in five rows of rounds. With the high quality of the soldiers in the personal military camp, the three or four rows could perform uninterrupted rounds. The five rows of rounds of rounds could constitute an extremely terrifying rain of bullets.

Lu Hutai waved his big sword, roared and rushed up. In fact, his voice was hoarse and could not shout out at all. The cavalry behind him found that this might be an opportunity to escape, and he was very free. The smart-minded one took the opportunity to run to the other side.

But more people were completely confused on this battlefield. I wonder if the person who led them now was a madman, who all raised their weapons and followed behind them. They might think they were creating miracles.

"Open fire!!"

When the command was called, the officers in the personal military camp no longer had any emotional colors. The first row of muskets was fired, the second row, the third row... and then it repeated over and over again. At about fifty steps, it had already been repeated to the third row.

Lu Hutai held up his sword and rushed to about eighty steps. This time his good luck did not protect him. The area on his chest was hit hard. Lu Hutai felt very sensitive at this moment, and he could even feel that the bullet did not penetrate his foam nails. Instead, it was extremely coincidental.

This was not luck, it was like a sledgehammer hitting it hard. Lu Hutai let out a painful cry and went straight to the sky from his horse.

When Lu Hutai regained his consciousness, the hundreds of Zhenghongqi Banners behind him had turned into corpses. He was all in pain. Even if he wanted to breathe, blood seemed to be gushing out of his throat. His luck might be really good. Lu Hutai was still alive.

"Roar up, kill..."

Lu Hutai struggled to climb out of the pile of corpses, staggering with a big knife. He could see the Ming general wearing a shiny armor on the opposite side, saying something to the person on the opposite side, that was his goal, and went up to kill him. Lu Hutai had just taken two steps forward. Suddenly, his chest felt a chill. This time something really penetrated his armor, stabbed into his body, and penetrated it.

The sharp blade was very quick. After assassination, he immediately pulled it out. Lu Hutai felt that all his strength was flowing out quickly along the wound. At this moment, his groggy head finally woke up a little. He had an inexplicable idea: he was finally dead.

Then there was a darkness...

A soldier in the private barracks with a spear took off the line under the command of the officer, and cleanly completed his assassination to the standing Tartar officer, and then returned to the queue.

Zhao Neng, the general of Dengzhou Army, led the cavalry, came to Li Meng's own formation. Zhao Neng was older than Li Meng. Speaking of which, he had a friend who was poor and poor in the Lingshan area. However, Zhao Neng's attitude towards Li Meng was the most respectful one among these generals, without any discount.

Moreover, the two-day hard battle was a terrible torture to people's spirit. When Zhao Neng saw Li Meng, he was really nervous and worried, and he was just aside. He felt very emotional.

At this time, the personal barracks were just in a leisurely manner to shoot the Tatar cavalry team that suddenly rushed over with muskets. Listening to the sound of the bean-like gunshots, Li Meng was calm, and Zhao Neng was not moved at all, and was not affected by this at all.

Zhao Neng's eyes were a little wet. He was also a general who was guarding the side, and he could not show such true feelings in front of his subordinates. He quickly wiped the corners of his eyes with his hands, turned over and dismounted, walked a few steps in front of Li Meng, knelt on his knees, and said repeatedly:

"The last general Zhao Neng, meet the Grand Marshal, the Grand Marshal is mighty, and the Grand Marshal is victorious!!"

The fire of the musket had stopped. Li Meng immediately looked at Zhao Neng kneeling there, and felt a little moved. The higher the person's position, the more lonely he was. Zhao Neng was a character like his brother in the day, but today, he could only make such a gesture, and the distance between them became farther and farther.

This is also the price of gradually improving. Since I have chosen this path, there is nothing to complain about. I feel moved in my heart, but Li Meng had a smile on his face and said in a warm voice:

"What are you doing with so many gifts? Get up and talk quickly, get on the horse!"

That's right, but the man did not move. Wang Hai, the commander of the personal soldiers beside him, jumped off the horse and reached out to help Zhao Neng up. Zhao Neng was actually worried that the Dengzhou army would fight like this, and he didn't know that the general would not blame him. Seeing Li Meng so kind, he felt relieved.

"Brother Zhao, if you hadn't led your men to get involved in the Tartar soldiers this time, you would have been unable to fight such a quick and quick annihilation battle. You have made great contributions in this battle!"

After Zhao Neng gave a gift, he also turned over. When he heard Li Meng say this, Zhao Neng was a real person and his face immediately turned red. He lowered his head and said in a muffled voice:

"The general praised his subordinates so much, and his subordinates were extremely ashamed. If his subordinates had better commands, the men would not have died so many."

Speaking of this, Dengzhou Army General Zhao Neng seemed to remember something, quickly greeted someone beside him and spoke to Li Meng:

"Master, our Dengzhou army can win yesterday. It's all up to this man to stabilize the military formation and launch a counterattack. If it weren't for his actions, the situation would be out of control. Master, the final punishment should be imposed, but this man should be rewarded. I hope the Master will be right!!"

At this time, a shrill scream came from the periphery, and then the surrounding area of ​​the personal military camp became quiet, but no one here paid attention to all this.

Under Zhao Neng's recommendation, a young man stood up, stood in front of Li Mengma, punched his left fist and gave a battlefield salute. He spoke loudly and reported:

"Wang Tao, the third commander of the fifth battalion of Dengzhou Army, meet the Grand Marshal, the Grand Marshal Wan Sheng, the Grand Marshal is mighty!!"

"It's true that the fire has refined real gold. If it weren't for the critical situation, I wouldn't have known that there was such a hero under my jurisdiction!"

The Jiaozhou Camp system lacks talents and various talents. Especially the talents that are suitable for this system, it is naturally a great thing to have such people stand out. Moreover, the young man is tall and heroic, and he is also popular. Such talents have been tested by yesterday's bloody battle. It is real.

Li Meng was happy. Of course, he also wanted to praise him a few more words. Wang Tao was so excited when he heard that he was regarded as the commander of the War God in his mind. His face turned red, but in such a situation, he couldn't say anything. He had to straighten his waist and his military posture more standard.

The sound of muskets on the entire battlefield had stopped for a while, and it became a little quiet for a while, but the screams of death and the screams of fighting still did not stop.

Now, infantry battalions have been arranged around this encirclement, and the front line has gradually shrunk. If the fire is freely opened, it may hurt its companions.

The musket soldiers were withdrawn into the inner circle or the outer periphery, which does not mean that the killing has stopped. In fact, the attack at this stage is more efficient, because the current weapons are spears and axes.

The spearmen and axe and spearmen from each battalion stepped over the corpses of the Tartars and kept stabbing the Tartar cavalry in the chaos. Until now, they were actually encircled, and the rest were nothing more than the final action.

In this battle, the worst performer among the Tartar soldiers was the Eight Banners of Manchuria, which was considered the strongest in advance. They completely lost their will to fight and wanted to use the minion army as cannon fodder to rush forward and cover themselves up behind them. In fact, this is the loss of courage and will to charge. If these soldiers are lost, they can no longer be called strong soldiers. Moreover, the fighting will of the Eight Banners of Manchuria has been completely defeated.

The muskets on the battlefield stopped, which temporarily diverted the attention of several generals on Shuaiqi's side. Li Meng listened for a while. His eyes were blocked by the eleven battalions in front. No one came to report. The second line slowly pressed forward, and he smiled easily:

"This battle is almost a foregone conclusion, our Jiaozhou Camp wins a big victory!!"

Although everyone had already judged this result, when Li Meng spoke, everyone was still excited and excited. Just as he was about to say some congratulations and cheerful words, Li Meng was in a very good mood and looked extremely cramped and looked very rare on his face, and he joked and said to Wang Tao:

"Wang Tao, do you know that in our Shandong military merit system, you have made great contributions. It is not about siegeing cities and catching generals and catching flags, nor is it about diligent training and new skills. There is really no reason to reward you. What do you think you will do!?"

When everyone heard this, they all made things difficult for Wang Tao. Shandong has rules in everything, especially the reward for military merits. Think carefully, if Wang Tao’s actions are covered by the regulations on military merit rewards and punishments, there are really no corresponding rules.

This is really embarrassing. If such a great contribution is not rewarded, although it is in line with the rules, it is unreasonable. What should I do if the morale of the army and the image of this hero!

In the eyes of everyone, Li Meng is not a joke. After arriving at this conclusion, everyone takes it seriously. Li Meng, who is in a good mood, was even more happy. There is indeed no reward or punishment in the military merit system of Jiaozhou Camp, but the system is a system. It is also necessary to make an exception for such great ministers.

The sound of muskets gradually became quiet, and the sounds of shouting and fighting prevailed. After just a while of chatting, the sounds of shouting and fighting became weaker, and the rest were indeed screaming and howlings of despair.

The troops of Jiaozhou camp seemed to be like a wall, divided into pieces, and broken into pieces, but this wall was not dead, but alive. The spears in the hands of the spearmen who formed the wall continued to stretch and contract. Each action was to open a blood hole in the body of the Tartar soldiers.
To be continued...