"Hahaha, I've been fooled!"

Sitting on a horse, Dolon, the first warrior in Manchuria, laughed loudly again.

"Zhang Jing is still like a god with his troops!" Geng Zhongming suggested from the side, "It's better to kill them for a while while their foothold is not stable, and let Zhang Jing's Zhengbai Banner Manchu warriors take action, and let my Han army do the fighting.

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"No rush, no rush." ​​Duolong shook his head, "Let's build up our power first and wait until they are all ashore before we fight!"

"Zhang Jing wants to wipe out all the red thieves at once, right? I admire you!"

"Your Majesty, Baya Lazhang Jing, the Zhu thieves seem to have sent out a lot of firecrackers!" Niu Lu Zhangjing, one of Geng Zhongming's subordinates, reported loudly at this time. He was holding a monocular telescope, riding on a tall horse, and was looking intently.

We walked towards the dock four to five hundred steps away. There were some buildings and goods stacked together on the dock to rely on. The Ming army's artillery soldiers who landed first used these buildings and goods to start setting up defenses, and they were quite organized.

"Fire gun soldiers?" Geng Zhongming laughed when he heard this, "Fire gun soldiers? Hahaha... Isn't that going to death? Zhang Jing, it seems that we will win this battle!"

Duolong's face was also beaming with joy, and he nodded and said: "The Red Thief's Fire Gun Soldier is indeed not worth mentioning...but we have to be careful. After all, we are in a hurry and there is no time to build a shield car to withstand the projectiles."

"Zhang Jing," Geng Zhongming took the opportunity to ask for a fight again, "Why don't you let my Han army test it?"

Testing and so on is just an excuse. His real idea is to get the first victory so that he can make up for the losses he suffered in the Battle of the Floating Bridge.

"No need," Duolong smiled. "The prince's men contributed a lot in the Battle of the Floating Bridge. Now it's time for the warriors to fight the white flag."

When he said this, Geng Zhongming suddenly turned red and did not dare to ask for a fight again.

"Your Majesty, Baya Lahu Zhang Jing, the Zhu Thieves and many spearmen!" Zhang Jing, who was from the Zhenghuang Banner Han Army, made a new discovery.

"The pike soldiers are protecting the fire gun soldiers... It's a bit interesting!" The first warrior in Manchuria had already started fighting from his horse. He folded his arms and looked at the Ming army's formation with a smile, without giving any orders to his troops.

The Manchu warriors took advantage of the enemy's formation to charge first.

Perhaps in his opinion, no matter what formation the Ming army put in, or who they attacked, they were just a piece of cake for the Eight Banners masters.

The question now is how many Ming troops can disembark from the ship. And does the crown prince of Zhu Ming dare to disembark?

Geng Zhongming also turned his attention from the forming Ming army array to Zhu Cixiang's six dragon flags. When the Ming army's spearmen first appeared, he paid a little attention. But he soon discovered a fatal weakness of the Ming army's formation -

- The spearmen were arranged on the two wings, and the firecrackers were concentrated in the center. Moreover, the formation of the firecrackers was too thin. There were only three rows in total, and the first row was loosely arranged, not forming much of a formation. The second and third rows were too thin.

Too dense, almost shoulder to shoulder.

At first glance, you can tell that this formation was put up by laymen. It is difficult for the pikemen on the two wings to cover the firecrackers in the middle. The firecrackers themselves can neither fight hand-to-hand nor withstand the impact of the Manchurian cavalry. And why?

Place a row of loosely formed Fire Gun soldiers in front of two dense rows of Fire Gun soldiers?

In addition, it is difficult to load ammunition for two rows of firecrackers lined up side by side - the match rope of the firecrackers may ignite the scattered gunpowder when the firecrackers are filled with gunpowder cans, causing an accident.

"The dragon flag has moved!" Niu Lu Zhangjing, a member of the Zhenghuang Banner Han Army, suddenly shouted.

"If you move, you will die!" Manchurian warrior Duolong smiled, "Marsai, you lead the battle with 300 dead soldiers!"

The Marseille whose name he named was Niu Lu Zhangjing with a white flag. His surname was Wusu. He had an uncle named Qi Chongge, who was Dorgon's confidant. He was a bachelor of Hongwen Academy. Duolong gave him the lead.

Selling Qi Chong was a huge favor. Not to mention capturing Zhu Cixiang alive or killing him in formation, even if he could capture Zhu Cixiang's banner, it would be a huge achievement.

Marseille asked: "Baya Lazhangjing, should he shoot at them with heavy arrows, or should he directly charge into the formation?"

The Qing soldiers are not afraid of firearms. Firstly, they have many firearms themselves. Secondly, they have a trick, which is to use shield carts to cover the archers' approach, and then use bows and arrows to consume the opponents. But today Duolong and Geng Zhongming came for a sneak attack.

, did not bring a shield car. And because it happened to be a heavy rain when they set out, they did not even bring firearms - even if they did, they would probably not be able to fire because the gunpowder was damp.

Duolong smiled and said: "There is no need to dismount and shoot on foot. Without the cover of a shield chariot, many warriors will be killed or injured by foot fire! Besides, our bowstrings are full of water and cannot exert any force, so we might as well just charge into the formation!" He said

After a pause, "Don't worry about anything else, just focus on the six dragon flags and charge! As long as you can capture the flags, it will be considered a great achievement!"

"Got the order!"

"Your Majesty!" Duolong said to Geng Zhongming again, "I will lead my own elite troops to attack. Prince Lao will lead the Zhenghuang Banner Han army to suppress the battle. Be careful of the Zhu bandits' troops in Dagukou City."

"Don't worry Zhang Jing, I've taken care of it all." Geng Zhongming was scolding his mother in his heart, but he still had to support Dolon in face. Who could let him be a real Tatar?

Just when Duolong and Geng Zhongming began to arrange their troops, the Ming army on the opposite side suddenly let out deafening cheers.

"Emperor Taizu Gao is reincarnated, and he will be invincible in the world!"

Both Doron and Marseille knew Chinese, but after hearing this word, they just smiled at each other.

The shouting was quite loud, but what did you set up in that formation? You look like an amateur at first glance, so why are you invincible...

"Marseilles," Doron said, "when you hear the trumpet, rush forward. If you advance without retreating, you will overwhelm them in a short while!"

"Scum!"

Marseille responded loudly. He looked at the Ming army three to four hundred steps away, and he couldn't wait to charge. Wasn't that thin line of fire guns broken through in one go?

Hundreds of cavalrymen appeared behind the fire squad, all wearing iron armor, surrounded by the dragon flag of Prince Zhu Ming, the flag of the Commander-in-Chief of the Three Armies and the reincarnation flag of Emperor Taizu Gao. Although these armored cavalry were a bit eye-catching, they were not well displayed.

place. It is too close to those firecrackers. Once the firecrackers are defeated, they will attack the cavalry array. Moreover, it takes a certain distance for the cavalry to accelerate, but this group of cavalry is almost next to the firecrackers. Once the firecrackers are defeated, they

Can't get up at all.

Such a formation was simply a layman's way of playing. Doron and Marseille just wanted to laugh.

"Woooo..."

The horn of attack had already sounded. Marseille, who was a bit pudgy, could be seen grabbing the reins with one hand, pulling out his sword with the other hand, and shouted: "Manchu warriors, charge with me! Punch through the fire rifle soldiers in front!"

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Then he stepped forward on his horse and led his more than 500 elite soldiers under the 200- and 200-banner banners, charging towards the three rows of Ming Army artillery soldiers four to five hundred paces ahead, without any hesitation or worry at all.

The Ming army's fire gun soldiers were a joke. They either exploded or fired indiscriminately. The thing in their hand was not much better than a fire stick. If there were 1,500 spearmen in front of them, Marseille really wouldn't dare to charge hard, but the fire gun soldiers

...not worth mentioning!

He tried hard to urge his horse to rush towards the enemy's formation, but his ears were filled with the rumble of hoofbeats and the strange screams of the Manchu warriors.

The Ming army's cannon soldiers in front were getting closer and closer, but it was a bit contrary to Marseille's expectation. They did not fire their cannons out of fear from far away, and they had no intention of running away. They still stood there steadily.

It looks a bit powerful! Just when Marseille was on guard, the first row of firecrackers in front had already fired their turtledove-foot firecrackers one after another.

It wasn't a volley, but one after another, and they ran away after the shooting. It looked like a rabble at first glance!

Marseille was not shot, nor did he pay attention to how many of his comrades around him were knocked off their horses by the powerful bullets of the turtle-dove's musket. He did not even pay much attention to the whine of the war horse and the pitiful shouts of the people - in war, there is no way to survive.

Human? However, the casualties should not be large. Because the opponent's fire cannons were fired too early, and they were all killed when the enemy reached 70 or 80 steps. This was an indiscriminate shooting, and it was impossible to hit just a few.

So Marseille continued to charge, but then he discovered a strange phenomenon. After the enemy's first row of firecrackers retreated, their second and third rows of firecrackers actually remained motionless! And there was no need to be reckless at all.

He didn't even level the muzzle of the fire gun as he meant to shoot. He just watched with determination as he quickly approached...

What's going on? Are you scared out of your mind? Marseille thought to himself: Why did we meet a group of stupid Nikans (Han people) today? Why are we not afraid of the Qing soldiers?

...

Afraid of Tatars?

How is it possible?

If Hao Yaoqi knew what Marseille was thinking, he would definitely treat him as a fool. He is a dignified and handsome man who came from the old camp of Dashun. He is not afraid of heaven or earth. If he is afraid of three or two hundred people, he will rush forward.

Tatar?

And those Tatars didn’t look very powerful. The musket soldiers from the sniper camp used turtle-footed muskets to snipe dozens of them! The formation was also a bit scattered. Some of the Tatar soldiers slowed down their pace, and some

If you continue to charge foolishly, you are simply a stupid Tatar!

It turned out that the first row of the three rows of musketeers arranged by Hao Yaoqi was the "snipers", or skirmishers, and the sniper battalion, with a total of more than 200 people, was composed of musketeers who served as instructors in the vanguard.

Half of them were eunuch fire gun soldiers brought by Zhu Cihong from Beijing, and the other half were masters selected from the fire gun soldiers under Shen Tingyang.

Their musket skills are very good, and the powerful Ikaruga Foot Fire Gun can easily hit a humanoid target moving 100 steps away. The Ikaruga Foot Fire Gun is a heavy musket with amazing power. It is indestructible at a distance of 100 steps!

Even the shield vehicles of the Qing soldiers can be easily penetrated!

Therefore, in the tactics designed by Zhu Cixiang for his fire rifle soldiers, they acted as skirmishers (snipers), scattered in front of the array, and responsible for firing the first shot.

In the round of sniping just now, they killed at least 30 Tatars - not necessarily killed or wounded, but maybe knocked down their horses, which created a certain amount of chaos in the Tatar formation.

, weakening their offensive power.

Seeing the red and silver-white cavalry leaping forward in front of them, feeling the rumbling vibrations on the ground, Hao Yaoqi and most of the fire gun soldiers under his command had normal expressions on their faces!

Most of them are old soldiers of the Dashun Army who were captured in the Tianjin-Wei War. There are also some from Chen Yongfu's troops. They have never fought against the Tatars and do not know how powerful the Tatars are. But they all know that as long as they

If you dare to shoot indiscriminately or run away from the battle, the supervising team behind you will immediately chop you to death with a knife!

And... they also have a weapon to embolden their courage, a three-foot-long armor-piercing spike! After the fire gun is inserted into the armor-piercing spike, it becomes a short spear seven or eight feet long. Two rows of guns

The team can immediately turn into a dense spear formation, and it will have a certain defensive ability against the cavalry.

"Up the cone!"

Hao Yaoqi, who was standing behind the formation and supervising the battle with a drop knife, shouted loudly, and immediately drummers beat the war drums.

The gunmen who heard the sound of the drum all took out their awls, inserted them into the mouth of the gun, and then leveled the gun. The gunmen in the front held the turtle dove's foot gun with the bracket they carried, and the gunmen in the back held the gun.

The gunmen used bird guns, so they placed the fire guns directly on the shoulders of the gunmen in the front row.

But no one opened fire, they were just waiting quietly for Hao Yaoqi to ring a gong himself.

In the past twenty days, these battlefield veterans have been training on this. They can only fire when they hear the sound of the gong. Anyone who fires in advance will be beaten by Hao Yaoqi.

Those who have not yet been maimed already know how to fire when ordered!
Chapter completed!