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

Chapter 652 The Iron Fist of Imperialism 2
More than 200 wounded soldiers failed to survive the long night and died before dawn.

Wuhan looked at the stiff corpses, and then at the wounded soldiers who were dying, feeling very worried.Most of these wounded soldiers were wounded by grenades or bullets, and their injuries were so severe that their military doctors were incapable of treating them. They could only watch these wounded soldiers groan day and night as they clutched their bloody wounds. Finally, he swallowed his last breath in excruciating pain.These are the bravest men in the tribe, each of them is an eagle on the grassland, a resounding hero, but now they can only lie on the ground and roll around like wild dogs, moaning in pain!

The damned Ming army can only use these extremely vicious firearms to assassinate people, but they dare not fight them head-on!

Wuhan cursed feebly, and said to his subordinates, "Carry it out and bury it..." He wanted to comfort the wounded who were struggling on the verge of death, but he didn't know what to say, so he could only sigh and walk out.

As soon as the front foot left, he heard a scream in the sky, followed by a bang, and the blast rushed from behind, hitting him hard, and he staggered and fell to the ground. He was not injured, turned his head and looked, his eyes were almost bleeding——

The tent where twenty or thirty wounded soldiers were lying had been turned into countless pieces with a loud noise. His severed hands and feet were thrown high into the sky, and then fell like raindrops, almost killing him!

There was no time to say anything, screams sounded one after another, and clusters of orange smoke in the Mongolian army camp rose one after another, rushing up, and the sharp shrapnel became extremely hot at the moment of explosion, densely packed in all directions at the explosion speed. With the spurt, clouds of blood sprayed out among the Mongolian soldiers, screams and curses one after another, mixed with piercing screams and rumbling explosions, which was particularly thrilling.

Shelling!

Ming army bombardment!

Wuhan roared, "The Ming army has attacked the camp!"

The roar of mountains and seas drowned out the roar of this fierce Mongolian general. Three miles away, smoke and flames billowed from the position of the Ming army, and dozens of fire dragons rose from there, criss-crossing in the sky, drawing dazzling arcs, and turned in the paper. Down below, the erupting flames suddenly reflected a corner of the sky red!The Mongolian soldiers stared blankly at this scene. Their extreme horror made them lose their thinking ability, and they forgot to dodge. They just watched the shells flying towards them in a daze. In fact, they couldn't dodge even if they wanted to. !The rocket shells turned into rain of fire and poured down from the sky. The rumbling noise shook the sky for ten miles, and the shrapnel flying around with flames was like a festive firework. The flames in the Mongolian army camp were tumbling, screaming and screaming It was earth-shattering, God knows how many people were blasted into the air, God knows how many people were smashed to pieces in the flash of fire!

Li Dingguo was right next to Qi Polu, grinning as he looked at the flames rising high in the Mongolian army camp.In the battle of Yiluo Valley, he had already seen the power of rocket launchers, but it was still thrilling, and he faintly sympathized with those Mongolian soldiers... Such power was beyond what flesh and blood could withstand!

Qi Polu, on the other hand, has no sympathy at all. He was born and raised in the frontier, and he has dealt with the Mongols since he was born. He knows how ferocious these steppe wolves are. Who has the qualifications to sympathize with them.The bombardment continued, and the rockets continued to fire. He used the telescope to chase the fiery red arc flying through the sky at high speed and the sea of ​​flames rolling and roaring in the Mongol barracks. He said fiercely with a childish face full of murderous intent: "God tartar, I didn't expect that the Qi family army is back! Let me all die!"

"Launch! Launch!"

There were constant roars from the firing position shrouded in gunpowder smoke. The artillerymen were firing as fast as they could. Another wave of rocket launcher shells roared out, causing terrible casualties to the Mongolian army.As for the 120mm long-barreled mortar, it hit the Mongolian military camp with an average rate of fire of one round every six seconds. They would not stop until they smashed all the shells.Being so far apart, accuracy is out of the question, but it's not necessary. In such a big military camp, you can hit the shells into the middle of the Mongols with your eyes closed - unless some idiot even figures out the direction of the firing. wrong!Three miles away, the Mongolian army had no counterattack that could reach these hateful artillerymen. They could only stand up and take the beating. The rockets falling like raindrops and the rocket artillery shells falling from the sky like rain of fire caused great damage to them. While killing and wounding, it also brought them futile fear. In the military camp with smoke rising into the sky, the Mongolian soldiers were crying loudly, running wildly, trampling on each other and killing countless people. Even the Ming army had not yet attacked. , they have completely messed up.

tom tom tom tom!

The dull and powerful roar sounded on the city wall of Yingzhou. The defenders of Yingzhou judged from the continuous sound of artillery that the reinforcements were coming, and they no longer stingy with shells. Open, according to the fierce bombardment of the Mongolian army's central camp, seven or eighty kilograms of artillery shells flew in a row, causing even more heavy casualties to the Mongolian army-this thing is too ruthless, an air-burst bomb flies In the past, almost no one could stand up within a diameter of 160 meters. Compared with it, those front-loading smoothbore guns that can only hit a few kilograms of shot put are simply children's toys!
Boyan fell into a drowsy sleep, and was awakened by the deafening gunfire, and ran out in panic. Seeing the bloody and bloody scene of his army, he felt his eyes darkened and his chest blocked!He tried his best to attack Yingzhou, just wanting to encircle and fight for reinforcements. Now that the reinforcements from the Ming army have arrived, the Mongolian army has no power to fight back. What is this?
The attitude of the Ming army is very clear, that is, to bully people with the strength of artillery, and destroy the enemy's will to fight before the two armies meet. When they finish fighting, the infantry will go up to clean the battlefield and call it a day.The Mongolian army fought back with the only few bronze cannons. It was a heroic effort, but it was useless at all. The effective range is only a measly 500 meters. If it exceeds 800 meters, it is completely useless. If it exceeds [-] meters, the probability of hitting the moon is as high as hitting the enemy. Now the distance between the two sides is three miles... Can the shells fly there? It's all a problem.

Amidst the rumble of cannons, a wave of people slowly surged over.It was the Ming Army. More than [-] Ming Army cavalry lined up in a neat queue, holding sabers, and they were approaching the Mongolian army camp that had been blown into a sea of ​​flames. Shells kept flying over their heads, and they did not even raise their heads to look. There seemed to be no fear that a shell would fall among them and kill them.In fact, two cannonballs hit among them, overturning more than ten riders, but no one looked back and just silently moved forward following the sound of the trumpet.

When the cavalry advanced one mile away from the Mongolian camp, the artillery fire stopped suddenly. Qi Polu raised his saber and roared wildly: "Charge!" The Ming army roared in unison, suddenly accelerated, and tens of thousands of horse hoofs It was raised and lowered, knocking the ground trembling non-stop, raising choking dust, and more than 2000 light cavalry swept in like a flood!The Mongolian army was blown out of their bodies by the fierce round of artillery fire. Before they could recover, the Ming army cavalry had already rushed in front of them. They had no time to organize resistance. They could only watch the cavalry rushing towards them and shouted: A scream of despair!

Lu Xiangsheng did not participate in the charge. He rode a tall horse and watched the cavalry charge with a telescope.Seeing the cavalry rushing into the Mongolian camp without any resistance, his eyelids jumped involuntarily.In the Battle of Lushun last year, Yang Menglong tried a multi-arms joint battle with infantry, artillery and cavalry. As a result, only a few thousand Ming army cavalry charged in a single charge and completely crushed the 2000 post-golden cavalry who were desperately resisting, causing them to bleed like rivers. He followed suit and also used artillery and cavalry to cooperate. The power was so powerful that even he himself was frightened! More than [-] cavalrymen of the Ming army rushed into the middle of the Mongolian army ten times larger than them, and turned the Mongolian army camp upside down. The Mongolian army has never been able to organize effective resistance... It is estimated Even if their strength were doubled and they encountered such a fierce attack, the result would not change in any way!

The power of artillery is surprisingly terrifying!
From now on, the battlefield will be dominated by artillery. Those generals who are brave enough will have no room to survive on the battlefield!
Lu Xiangsheng was filled with emotion, this trip was not in vain, he witnessed the end of an era—yes, the era of nomads is over, they have no chance.However, Qi Polu was not in the mood to express emotion. This kid was like a hungry and crazy tiger that finally broke free from the cage. Then he became a blood man.Seeing those Mongolian soldiers falling under his sword one by one, he was filled with pleasure, and the saber was swung so brightly that it was bloody.Li Dingguo followed behind him, front, back, left, and right were his own people wielding sabers and killing people. He couldn't get in, so he simply took out a grenade and threw it at crowded places. .The cavalry of the Ming army had a school of sorts. Those who were near were hacked with sabers, and those who were far away were bombed with grenades. The muffled sound of sharp knives piercing into the flesh and the roar of grenade explosions kept coming and going, and the screams of Mongolian soldiers never stopped!

The centurions and commanders of the Mongolian army roared hoarsely, asking the soldiers to gather among them, regain their composure, and fight to the death with the Ming army.It has to be said that this kind of effort is extremely pale. From the moment the Ming army cavalry rushed into the camp, the Mongolian army began to collapse.However, to be in vain is better than doing nothing. With their efforts, a group of Mongolian soldiers gathered around them and began to resist in an organized way. If those big men can keep calm and make full use of what they have won Time will gather the defeated troops. I dare not say that they can turn defeat into victory, but at least the defeat will not be too disastrous.

however……

However, those big shots have long since lost their coolness!
(End of this chapter)