I, Zhu Youjian: the first prodigal son of the Ming Dynasty

Chapter 208 Never seen this kind of play......

The northern barbarian cavalry failed to capture the people of Ming Dynasty.

They hugged grass and beat rabbits, and swept all the way, but only caught a hundred old, weak, sick and disabled, those who really didn't want to leave their homes, and hid in the mountains.

As a result, the furious northern barbarians were all shot to death on the spot.

It has always been their tradition and a hobby to drive away the Ming and Han pigs to attack the city.

They like to hear the utter despair and anger of the desperate Ming people when facing the arrow rain of their own people, as well as the earth-shattering wailing and cursing.

This time, they could only rush to the forefront by themselves.

It will inevitably be a bit of a spoiler.

However, they haven't paid much attention to Datong City, which is far away.

According to the secret letter from the royal court, there are more than 5 people in Datong Mansion, and the weak defenders are less than [-], and their equipment is backward. Many people don't even have a matchlock gun in their hands.

As for bows and crossbows, they didn't pay much attention to them who grew up on horseback.

"At the west gate and the north gate, send out three thousand-man teams to attack the city in turn."

"In the other directions, just send out fifteen centurions to harass them. Don't let the Ming army spare their hands."

It was a prince of Tumed who commanded the siege.

and a Wanhu of the Ordos tribe.

The two of them stopped and got off their horses five or six miles away from Datong City, and came to a small hill, looking at Datong City in the summer afternoon.

"My lord, how long does it take to capture this city?" asked Wan Hu from the Ordos tribe.

"Three hours." The prince smiled.

"After entering the city, you go east and west?"

"it is good."

The tribal alliance of the northern barbarian court mainly negotiated how to divide the spoils, including food, money, livestock and women. As for other things, they could take them away.

Those who can't be taken away should be killed.

Burn what should be burned.

In short, this battle cannot turn the Ming Dynasty over again.

"How about Tumed attacking the north gate and Ordos attacking the west gate?"

"it is good!"

Therefore, Wan Hu from the Tumed tribe waved the five-color flag in his hand, and sent an order to start the siege immediately.

The prince of Ordos sent an order to send two thousand-man teams to outflank the west gate.

"My lord, would you like a sip of kumiss?"

"it is good."

As for how to conquer a city, everyone below is familiar with the commanders of a thousand, centurion, and tens of commanders. As the commander of the battle, the prince and Wanhu just sit on the top of the hill and drink and watch...

……

"These northern barbarians are very thieves. They only send a few teams of thousands of people to attack the city each time. The follow-up troops hide in the distance to recuperate and recharge their batteries. What do you do?"

On the watchtower at the top of the city, Lord General is holding on to the long-sighted mirror, frowning.

Marshal Mao's order was to let them find a way to consume 2000 troops.

Even if the results of the battle cannot be expanded, five or six hundred people will be killed or injured.

Anyway, it's just a battle of defending the city without pressure, and you can take as much advantage as you can.

You must not be greedy for petty gains and suffer big losses...

However, the guy in his hand was so tough, everyone held his breath in their hearts, and wanted to expand the results of the battle and try to kill three to five thousand northern barbarian cavalry.

"It really doesn't work, we can only fight according to the original plan..."

Lord General put away the long-sighted glasses.

Marshal Mao's plan was too meticulous. Not only did he clearly mark the position and firepower configuration of his own people, but he also knew the opponent's combat methods like the back of his hand.

It's so comfortable to fight with such a character.

"Order, according to the original plan!"

……

Datong City, North Gate, behind the Arrow Stack.

The 120 long guns rest quietly on the green bricks. The black muzzle moves slowly and takes aim with the steady breathing of the veterans.

Hundreds of paces away, the northern barbarian cavalry looked very small, just a small black dot.

On the contrary, the yellow dust raised by the horseshoes looks very domineering, rolling and rolling, like earth dragons galloping on the ground.

After seven or eight breaths, the sound of rumbling horseshoes came.

Gradually, the color of the horse can be seen.

As well as the faintly visible faces of the northern barbarians, some old, some young, all of them were dark and scorched, and the sheepskin soft armor and wool on their bodies had not been cleaned, but it was more like a special decoration.

They lie on the horse's back, leaning forward as far as possible to reduce the weight of the horse.

Five hundred steps.

Four hundred steps.

At the beginning of the charge, the cavalry's momentum was astonishing, but the speed was not fast.

Only when it is close to 380 steps, does it start to accelerate forward.

Those northern barbarians skillfully took off their bows and arrows, leaned slightly sideways, put one ear on the horse's mane, and made strange whistling and shouting sounds.

When they were three hundred steps away from the city wall, the speed of the horse was pulled to full.

Start nocking.

draw the bow.

boom--

Boom!

More than a dozen mother-child serial mines exploded suddenly.

The dozens of riders rushing to the front were not bombarded by landmines, but on the ground seventy to eighty paces behind them, a dozen or so groups of dazzling flames suddenly set off.

Thick smoke billowed up.

Violent iron nails, metal fragments, gravel, etc., instantly tore more than a dozen horses into blood gourds, and the powerful and hot air current overturned more than [-] horses.

The horse in front was frightened and rushed forward fiercely.

When the mine exploded, the dozens of riders behind stopped slightly.

However, for cavalry charging at full speed, this kind of sudden situation is too common, so almost no one cares, and the landmine killed several people and horses.

Once the war starts.

The so-called life is a name, or, simply a piece of rotten meat.

One day, when they return to the tribe deep in the desert, it will be enough to redistribute the cattle, sheep, mothers, wives, and children of those who died in battle.

As for men.

After the war, many men's bones were gone, even in the hearts of their relatives, it was just a slightly sad memory...

……

"Rush into a hundred steps and release the arrow!"

"Oh ho ho~"

With the earth-shattering explosion of thunder, nearly 400 people in the first thousand-man team rushed to about [-] steps.

Bend the bow.

Archery.

Arrows are like locusts, shooting towards the sky.

The archery skills of these northern barbarians are almost supernatural, and they don't need to deliberately aim at all. When they raise their hands and shoot an arrow, they form perfect arcs in the sky, and they can easily hit the Ming army behind the arrow pile.

However, this time, they miscalculated.

According to Mao Yuanyi's pre-war deployment, all the defenders of the Ming Dynasty on the top of the city prepared a small shield similar to a pot lid. One side of the shield was made of ordinary wood, and the other side was covered with a layer of wool felt.

The rain of arrows shot from a long distance couldn't penetrate the wool felt at all.

Bang bang bang!
Bang bang bang!
After the arrow rain.

The Great Musketeer also pulled the trigger.

With 120 muskets, the first burst of fire killed more than [-] northern barbarian cavalry.

At the same time, there were more than 200 gunshots behind the arrow stacks protruding from the corners of the city wall, and there were less than a hundred of the 400 people who charged at the front.

After shooting the second arrow, they turned their horses' heads around and galloped quickly to the side and rear. Fortunately, after making a big circle, they joined the charging team for the second round of charging.

Just now.

Behind them came another shot.

More than a hundred men and horses were knocked down in half.

With thirty or fifty riders left, a cloud of yellow dust was raised, and they returned to the rear of the brigade.

Looking back suddenly, the northern barbarians were stunned.

In this round of charging, more than 300 horses were killed!

Looking at those prairie warriors who were wailing and rolling in the yellow sand after being shot, they realized for the first time that this is not how siege warfare is fought?
If Huang Taiji, who was bombarded to death by Mao Yuanyi, was present, he would definitely understand that the era of cavalry is coming to an end.

Although currently in the field confrontation with the Ming army, it is still on the strong side.

However, after all, it is not like before, where you can charge leisurely.

Bend the bow.

Archery.

Let the prairie warriors hold the wool felt shield and rush along the siege equipment with ants...

Back then, the Jiannu ghosts who participated in the Battle of Xifengkou should have understood.

Times have changed.

"Raise the shield and charge!"

"Raise the shield and charge!"

The commander who supervised the battle roared again and again, took the wool felt shield from the side of the horse's back, and took the lead in charging forward.

All the northern barbarians took off their shields one after another, and followed closely behind to launch a second wave of charge.

"It's a pity, such a good war horse..."

The commanding general at the head of the city mourned, and issued a very painful order: "Aim at the lower body and shoot!"

"It's best to hurt the stomach, thighs, calves, etc., and at worst, I'll knock down the horse!"

When the northern barbarian cavalry entered the customs, they were equipped with three groups of horses per person.

Every time a war horse is killed, it is equivalent to cutting off one of their legs.

When the three horses were gone, those enemies were a bunch of bow-legged rabbits with such big buttocks that they couldn't outrun the Ming infantry at all.

As a result, the muzzles of the musketeers' black holes were slightly adjusted downward by an insignificant bit, which was almost imperceptible to the naked eye.

But it works amazingly well.

After all, a war horse is much larger than a human body. Even the best musketeer, one or two bullets out of three can knock down or injure a war horse.

Ma Mingfeng Xiaoxiao.

Among the gunpowder smoke, arrow rain, and yellow dust all over the sky, the mournful neighing of war horses, mixed with the curses and screams of some northern barbarian cavalry, made the Ming soldiers guarding the city inexplicably excited.

"Kill you bastard!"

"Kill you bastard!"

Many people, every time a gun is fired, will gnash their teeth and curse. It seems that only in this way can the "symptoms" such as muscle stiffness and finger spasm caused by excitement and tension be relieved.

The sound of gunfire was crisp, and the thunder was rumbling.

The battle at the north gate of Datong City seemed a bit monotonous and strange. The prince of the Ordos tribe who was watching the battle from a distance, and Wanhu of the Tumed tribe looked at each other in dismay.

They stopped their cups and looked at each other blankly.

This mode of warfare.

They haven't seen it.

This situation only appeared when some of their ancestors faced firearms such as Hongyi cannons and matchlock guns.

At that time, the cavalry were beaten into a daze.

Even the war horses began to shrink back because they couldn't stand the earth-shattering explosion.

Later, with the understanding and application of firearms, they themselves began to own artillery and arquebus guns, and the balance of war again leaned towards the prairie cavalry.

To deal with those backward and clumsy Hongyi cannons and matchlock guns, the most effective way to charge is to go straight forward, at all costs.

Then, Daming's firearms battalion will collapse...

Today, this defense mode of the Ming army has once again shocked the northern barbarians.

What they didn't know was that Mao Yuanyi's soldiers had more than just new-style firearms and chain mines...

……

The battle in Datong City started very quickly.

It ends faster.

When the northern barbarian cavalry realized that the so-called siege battle could only be a refueling tactic in the end, and it was meaningless except for more casualties of cavalry and horses.

The prince of the Ordos tribe, Wanhu of the Tumed tribe, directly ordered to retreat.

Under the walls of the north and west gates, hundreds of northern barbarian corpses were left.

And dozens of dazed war horses, looking for their masters in the hot afternoon.

The smoke cleared.

Thunderous cheers erupted in the city.

The veterans of the Ming Dynasty who were in charge of defending the city looked frustrated, leaning against the green bricks of the city wall, cursing, complaining that those northern barbarians retreated just because they said they were retreating?
There are more than 200 new small steel cannons, and they haven't had time to fire yet...

……

When Mao Yuanyi received the flying report, she was still soaking in the tub, humming comfortably.

"Commander, the northern barbarians only attacked once, and then retreated quickly."

Wang Yunyan said with a smile: "That fellow Cheng Wenguo is probably going to die of anger? Hahaha, who made them rush to defend the city!

He deserved not to be able to eat big fat meat! "

"Yunyan, there is a task, you go and complete it." Mao Yuanyi closed his eyes, and beckoned two soldiers to come over and take a bath, "The number is about [-].

Of course, there may be some miscalculations. "

Wang Yunyan was overjoyed, knelt down on one knee, and roared, "obey the order!"

Mao Yuanyi nodded, pointed to the clothes hanging on the branches, and said calmly: "Help me kill all the fleas, lice and bedbugs in the clothes.

These days are eating me up.

Look, there are pimples all over the body. "

Wang Yunyan: "..."

That's it?Let me be such a big general to catch lice and fleas?
"Ai~"

He reluctantly walked over, picked up Mao Yuanyi's clothes, shook it vigorously a few times, then sat down in the shade of a tree, and began to "slaughter" very carefully.

As for Mao Yuanyi's order, no matter how outrageous it was, Wang Yunyan would execute it unconditionally.

Isn't it just killing some fleas, ticks and bedbugs?
This, he is the best at it...

Beep beep beep.

Not three to five thousand, at least three to five hundred.

"Marshal, what are you going to do next?" Wang Yunyan asked in a low voice, "Do you want to fight a few blocking battles? I have personally inspected the front lines of Mijiadian and Chenjiapo. I guarantee that I will occupy a lot of land without losing a single soldier. Great deal."

"Have you finished catching lice?" Mao Yuanyi asked.

"not yet."

"Then continue."

"Hey."

As time passed, after half an hour, Mao Yuanyi climbed out of the tub and put on clean clothes.

"Marshal, what's next?" Wang Yunyan couldn't help asking again.

Mao Yuanyi looked down and said with a smile, "It's still down there."

Wang Yunyan: "..."

"Wang Yunyan obeys the order!"

Mao Yuanyi suddenly ordered: "You are ordered to lead [-] light cavalry to launch an ambush on the front line of Xiaowangzhuang. You decide the time and place."

"Remember, you are only allowed to lose, not to win!"

"Don't lose a single soldier, get out!"

(End of this chapter)