Cutting over the end of the Ming Dynasty: a dog-leg knife at the beginning

Chapter 648 Kicked on the iron plate 6
The dense rain of grenades bombarded the Mongolian army with blood and flesh, and the screams shook the sky. They panicked, threw away heavy weapons such as carts and large shields, and fled screaming. The soldiers on the city wall wanted to run fast. At one point, they even jumped down. Everyone's minds were blank, and they couldn't care less about whether they would be thrown to death. They just wanted to escape a little farther away from the Ming army who had too many terrible weapons. a little!
The smiles of Boyan and the others completely froze on their faces.He saw clearly, and because he saw clearly he could not believe it.The two sides didn't seem to have a fierce hand-to-hand battle. The Mongol warriors had already climbed the city wall. Why did the Ming army just throw some things down, causing them to suffer heavy casualties and retreat?What the hell is going on?

The supervising team waved their scimitars and slashed the retreating soldiers with the back of their swords, trying to stop them from retreating and allowing them to resume the attack, but it was of no use at all.The retreating soldiers screamed with frightened expressions: "This battle can't be fought, the Ming army knows the magic, the Ming army knows the magic!" They struggled to push away the supervising team and fled back, but the supervising team worked hard and continued After killing more than a dozen of them, they still couldn't stop their defeat. Instead, they were pushed down and trampled to the point where their muscles and bones were broken.

"The Ming army knows demon skills! The Ming army knows demon skills!"

Cries of panic resounded throughout the battlefield, making even the soldiers who did not participate in the attack turn pale.Boyan murmured: "The Ming army knows how to use demons?" with a bitter smile.Tomorrow is a giant cannon that is so powerful that it can blast a centurion with one shot, and today it is a thunderbolt that can be thrown with bare hands. The Ming army has so many demons!He waved his hand coldly, and thousands of archers raised their compound bows, whizzing!The sharp arrows were as dense as slanting rain, shooting at the defeated army.Quite a number of rout troops were hit by arrows and fell down screaming, but the people behind immediately stepped on them, and the rout seemed irreversible.Those archers ruthlessly drew their strong bows again, firing random arrows, and a large area of ​​the defeated army fell down again.Boyan hissed and roared: "Death to those who flee! Death to those who rebel!" The beast-like roar mixed with the scream of sharp arrows piercing the air, was extraordinarily thrilling.The defeated army was shaken by his roar, and hesitantly stopped under the threat of death. No matter how powerful the Ming army's magic was, they did not chase them and bite them, but the thousands of archers around him did. They will be turned into hedgehogs in no time!

Boyan roared angrily: "Look at you now, are you worthy of being called eagles on the grassland? Are you still worthy of being the descendants of Genghis Khan? A few firearms scare you like this, shame on you, Disgraceful! Even if you bring a group of women over to fight Ming Gou, you won't be as embarrassed as you are!"

The defeated soldiers let him roar so that his face turned blue and white, and it was as hot as a slap in the face.A thousand commanders said with a mournful face: "The Ming army's magic is too powerful, even if we have copper skin and iron bones, we can't resist it!"

Boyan rode his horse over with a sullen face, staring at the captain fiercely. Suddenly he pulled out his scimitar with a clang and slashed across it with a slash. The captain's head whirled along the blade and flew out, his eyes still glaring. He was so shocked that he seemed unable to believe that Boyan fell out so quickly!Boyan's facial features were slightly distorted, his expression was fierce, and his face was spattered by the column of blood spurted from the neck of the commander, as if he was possessed by a demon. Not to mention ordinary Mongolian soldiers, even Wuhan and Manzhu Xili. The Mongolian nobleman had no reason to tremble in a cold war, and he didn't dare to let go.The leader of the Tumut tribe spit fire from his eyes and roared angrily: "What kind of magic? It's just some inferior firearms! How can you be so frightened by just a few firearms? Your ancestors knew this, so I'm afraid they'll be angry. They have to stand up from where they died in battle!" He kicked down the headless corpse that refused to fall down, and said solemnly: "Anyone who disrupts the morale of the army will suffer the same fate as him, do you understand?"

The Mongolian soldiers nodded mechanically and remained silent.

Boyan took a deep breath, raised his scimitar and screamed: "Attack! Continue to attack! Ming dogs are a group of cowards. They dare not confront us head-on. They only dare to hide behind the city wall and throw firearms. The descendants of Genghis Khan , Will it still lose to such a group of sheep? Rush into the city, kill them all like chickens, and let them know what it means to fight us!"

The Mongolian army roared like a beast, raised the ladder again, pushed the chariot, and rushed towards the city wall.This time they invested 4000 troops, more than 300 troops—the current Mongolian army is no longer the group of yellow devils who crushed the Eurasian continent with their iron hoofs 4000 years ago. After returning to the Mongolian Plateau, their population has been decreasing, and the size and combat effectiveness of the army have inevitably been affected. Each team of 1 people has a shortage of at least three to [-] people, and the strength of two teams of [-] people is only equivalent to one in the Wo Kuotai era. Just a team of ten thousand people.However, more than [-] people charged at the same time, and the momentum was still terrifying.

It's like a huge wave coming straight and violently!
Zheng Jing smiled evilly: "Are you finally getting anxious? Well done, let me shoot!"

tom tom tom tom!

Before the words fell, the four mortars fired, and the strong recoil shook the city wall slightly. A large air wave wrapped in gunpowder smoke rushed from the muzzle, and the four artillery shells weighing seventy to eighty catties sank. It flew into the sky with a whistling sound, and then stabbed down at the place with the most people.The shooting range was finally calibrated, and the Mongolian army could not come up with any means to threaten the artillery from the beginning to the end, so the artillery did not even need to move its position. After firing a round, it immediately reloaded and then fired again.When they opened fire, the Mongolian army suffered 50 lifetimes of bad luck. The shells exploded above their heads, like a series of thunderstorms exploding on the flat ground. Flesh and blood flew across within [-] meters, and the pouring down shrapnel and steel balls would surge The waves of waves swept down round and round, and those who were not hit by the shrapnel were also shocked with nosebleeds, and some even had their eardrums ruptured, and a large stream of blood spurted from their ear holes.In all fairness, this stupid, clumsy mortar was not an ideal weapon, it was too heavy and difficult to handle, and once fired, whether the shells landed among the enemy or among our own people was just a matter of fact. It's only open on June [-]th.But now, it is the most terrifying weapon. The gunner does not need to worry about accidentally injuring his own people. As long as the shells can fly out of the chamber and fall outside the city wall, everything will be fine—there are all enemies outside the city wall, and no one is their own. A bombardment of the past will blow up dozens of people at least, so these artillerymen fought fiercely under cover, and they fought very happily.

The Mongolian army instinctively wanted to retreat, but the scimitars and sharp arrows of the supervisory team greeted them immediately.There is a huge cannon in front, and a scimitar and sharp arrow in the back. Life is caught in a thin crack, and you can't get in if you want to, and you can't retreat if you want to.Under the heavy pressure, the Mongolian army went crazy, their eyes were bloodshot, they screamed desperately and rushed towards the city wall. It's really chilling.However, the musketeers of the Tianxiong Army were as calm as ever, still reloading and firing in an orderly manner. Slender tongues of flame kept bursting out from the crenels on the city wall. Down.However, after all, the Tianxiong Army only had about 1 people, and [-] or so muskets could not stop more than [-] people risking their lives to attack. The Mongolian army quickly broke through the firepower net and killed under the city wall, and a ladder was erected stand up.Immediately, the grenade rained down, blasting out rolling curtains of fire, even with a hundred front-loading smoothbore guns, it would not be able to achieve such an effect!The soldiers who approached the city wall were blown down in pieces, unable to fight back. They didn't even have a chance to shoot an arrow or swing a knife at the person who wanted their life!

Mortars are used for long distances, muskets are used for close to 90 meters, and cluster grenades are used after approaching the city wall. The Heluo New Army spent astronomical manpower and financial resources to develop these firearms. Played to the limit.The Mongolian army was unlucky enough to taste the non-contact combat of "firepower first, complete suppression". The shells fired by a few artillerymen could kill dozens or even hundreds of them in an instant, and a grenade thrown by a farmer could easily blow up tens of thousands of soldiers. A few, as for muskets... To be honest, there are not a few people who are shot through together into food gourds.This was a desperate battle. From the beginning to the end, the Mongolian army had no chance to display their extraordinary martial arts, and could only be beaten passively.But after all, they were the conquerors of the world, and the fierceness of the Ming army also awakened the militants in their blood that had been sleeping for a long time. casualties.

The dead bodies soon accumulated a thick layer under the city.The soldiers and civilians in the city faced the battle calmly, using mortars, muskets and grenades to mercilessly massacre these guys who were eager to come up to die.Wang Wenbin organized some young and courageous young men to carry boxes of hand grenades on the city wall, and carry down those injured by the arrows to treat them. Everything was in order.Now the mood of the army and civilians in Yingzhou has stabilized. They know that this battle will be won. They have confirmed this since the first time they easily repelled the Mongolian army!It was the first time they knew that their army was so powerful, so powerful that they could easily crush those tartars who had been raging beyond the Great Wall for more than 200 years and left Ming Dynasty helpless like ants!
With such a strong army guarding them, what else do they have to be afraid of!

The common people in Yingzhou have nothing to be afraid of, but Boyan is afraid, deep in his bones.In this battle, most of the elite troops were mobilized, and it can be said that all the treasures were bet on breaking the border and looting. If he could not defeat Yingzhou and grab enough spoils, his reputation as Taiji would be ruined; If there are too many young and strong casualties in the Tumed tribe, the surrounding tribes will pounce on them like a pack of wolves and bite them fiercely, taking the fat Tumochuan away from them. At that time, the Tumed tribe will It's over!Standing on the mound, he watched with a stern expression as his soldiers rushed towards Yingzhou City one after another, and then were mercilessly torn apart and devoured by Yingzhou City, which looked like the incarnation of a giant beast.A ladder was erected with great difficulty, but was quickly pushed down by the Ming army with bamboo poles, and even the soldiers who were struggling to climb up with machetes in their mouths were slapped on the ground together with the people on the ground; some of the bravest soldiers tried their best Jumped onto the top of the city, planted their battle flag, and was immediately thrown down together with the flag, and fell to the ground and turned into a ball of meatloaf.Cannonballs flew over and exploded above their heads or under their feet, and the terrifying roar made all the sounds on the prairie pale by comparison.It was the roar of death. After every loud noise, dozens of hundreds of warriors fell in a pool of blood, with no dead bodies. The terrible explosion sound was mixed with the screams and roars of thousands of troops, which was extremely terrifying. Anyone who stays in this flesh and blood battlefield for 1 minute, no, even for a second, at least a month of nightmares!
Manzhu Xili was so nervous that he forgot to count the rosary beads. He looked at all this with a pale face and murmured: "The Ming army is very tenacious... They can't attack no matter how hard they attack!"

Wuhan looked like he was about to cry: "My tribe's warriors suffered a lot of casualties!"

Boyan glared at him: "Does it mean that my Tumut warriors die less than you?"

Wuhan was a little annoyed and wanted to retort, but he was attracted by this extremely tragic battle and finally didn't push back.These Mongolian nobles are very worried.The new army of the Ming Dynasty really has some skills. A few hundred people in the area and a little villager militia can defend Yingzhou like an iron fortress in Tangchi. Then...the Lei Shisheng corps, which is looking for their main force for a decisive battle on the prairie, has the combat effectiveness How terrible should it be?In front of them, what is the difference between a Mongolian warrior and a fragile egg!
Boyan felt panicked in his heart, and turned his gaze away from the battlefield to the horizon.

On the horizon, the sunset is like blood, dim, cold, without a trace of warmth.

Isn't the fate of Mongolia just like this bleak evening, so gloomy that people can't see a glimmer of hope?
(End of this chapter)