Signed to Zhu Cihong, Prince of the Late Ming Dynasty

Chapter 379 Chapter 379, Zhu Cihong stormed the front, and the British public outflanked the rear
Azig's expression became serious.

"Damn Zhu Cihong, is he dying?" Azige cursed angrily.

With the passage of time, Azig was horrified to discover one thing, that is, the crazy attack of the [-] cavalry under Zhu Cihong had greatly shaken the position of Azig's defense line.

This completely violated the common sense of war in Azig's mind.

If it is normal for Zhu Cihong's pure cavalry to gain an advantage in cavalry and archery, but now it is obviously a head-on battle, why can Zhu Cihong's pure cavalry still gain an advantage as the offensive side?
Is this reasonable?

Badalley couldn't help but said: "Prince Ying, don't our soldiers feel a little bit homely when they see the walls of Shengjing City?"

This sentence awakened Azig instantly.

The [-] Qing troops traveled abroad for several months, not only failed to win, but also lost troops and lost generals, and were chased all the way to the city of Shengjing by Zhu Cihong's troops.

Morale is so low!

When the morale of an army is low to a certain extent, its combat effectiveness will naturally be greatly reduced, or even unable to perform.

Thinking of this, Azig suddenly felt palpitations in his heart.

Based on the current Qing army with such low morale, can it really continue to fight?

Azig suddenly shouted: "Quick, retreat immediately, retreat immediately!"

Badalley was taken aback by Azig's sudden cry, and subconsciously asked, "Where are you going to retreat?"

Azig grabbed Badali's arm and said viciously, "Retreat to a safe place, a place where you don't need to fight the Ming army!"

Azig had completely figured it out at this moment. It wasn't that the Qing army had no combat effectiveness, but that the Qing army's combat effectiveness was too low due to various factors.

It is only necessary to find a place for this army to cultivate for a month, no, even half a month is enough to revive the morale of the sluggish morale.

The combat quality of soldiers of the Qing army is far superior to that of the Ming army, which has been verified in the past few decades.

Once the morale is fully restored, let alone the [-] cavalry of Zhu Cihong, even the [-] troops of the British Duke Zhang Shize, Azig is also confident to win the battle!
The premise is... wait until you escape this catastrophe.

After hearing Azig's order, Badali was also a little dazed.

"Prince Ying, we... have already brought back the main force."

Azig said coldly: "Then transfer the main force back!"

Badalley: "..."

At this moment, Badali wanted to complain very much in his heart.

Even a Mongol like Badali knows that the most taboo thing when the army is mobilized is this kind of situation where they run around but can't fight.

It is very strenuous to arrange the formation of tens of thousands of soldiers and horses. It takes ten minutes to switch from the marching formation to the battle formation.

It's good now, just after running to the place, you let people continue to run back, are you running and playing together?

Besides, this is running around, what about the formation?Maybe some soldiers ran around and couldn't even find their own commander!
But Azig is now the supreme general of this army. As a Mongolian "outsider", Badali naturally cannot have any opinion on the supreme command of this Qing army.

Just when the Qing army was in chaos due to the transfer, another news came.

"Lord Azig, the situation is not good. There is a Ming army behind our army attacking us!"

Hearing the news, Azig froze for a moment.

"Aren't we already fighting Zhu Cihong in the rear?"

"No, it's not under Zhu Cihong of the Ming Dynasty!"

"What?" Azig turned pale with shock.

Zhang Shize, the British Duke of the Ming Dynasty, stands on the chariot, with a heroic posture and a vigorous spirit.

Beside him, the [-] Ming army was like a torrential flood, rushing endlessly.

The British Duke said in a deep voice: "Come here, pass on the old man's order, and all the soldiers will launch an attack immediately, and defeat this Jian slave for me at the fastest speed!"

"kill!"

"Da Ming is mighty!"

Amidst the earth-shattering shouts, countless soldiers of the Ming army waved their weapons and fought fiercely with the Qing army in front of them.

Amidst the flash of swords and shadows, countless soldiers fell instantly like wheat being harvested.

The comrades behind them didn't even have time to mourn in their hearts, they rushed up to take their place and continued to fight desperately.

This is not just a battle between two armies, but also a battle between two countries, and even East Asian farming civilization and fishing and hunting civilization.

"Bang bang bang!" The sound of musket guns came and went.

Although most of the musketeers in the Ming Dynasty followed Zhu Cihong, this did not mean that there were no musketeers on the British side.

The Daming Shenji Battalion was already a famous firearms unit in East Asia as early as 200 years ago.

After 200 years, Daming's firearms gradually became obsolete, but Zhu Cihong's appearance saved the Shenji Camp and revived this veteran army.

Under the volley of muskets, the Qing army fell densely, forming a vacuum area in an instant.

Watching this scene, the British public immediately felt relieved.

"Kill it well, kill me hard, and not one of the Jian slaves will be left behind!"

A young Ming army general was stunned for a moment, then suddenly asked a question.

"My lord, what if it is a Mongol?"

The British public grinned as if seeing this sympathetic Ming general.

"There are no Mongols in this war, only Daming and Jiannu people, understand?"

Farming (Ming), fishing and hunting (Manchu), and nomadic (Mongolian), these are the three major types of civilizations that have been performing all the year round on the stage of the East Asian land.

But today, nomadic Mongols are doomed to be supporting roles, whether it is the Chahar tribe loyal to the Ming Dynasty or the Horqin tribe loyal to the Qing Dynasty.

The main force of the Ming army led by the British government launched a more violent offensive than Zhu Cihong's troops.

The pikemen punctured wildly, and Rulin's pike was like a huge hedgehog, every time it was stabbed and retracted, it brought countless blood.

As another long-range force other than the musketeers, the [-] Ming archers were also unwilling to be robbed of all the limelight by the musketeers, and they shot in unison under the orders of the commanders.

"Swish, swish!" The arrows flew into the sky, drew a parabola, and then fell neatly, penetrating the human body densely, nailing many Qing soldiers to the ground, in an extremely tragic manner.

"Come on, let me go!" The hoarse voices of Ming army commanders can be heard everywhere: "It is today that you have made great achievements. If you don't work hard, you will have to continue farming when others go home to eat delicious food and spicy food!"

In this battle, whether it was the generals or soldiers of the Ming army, all of them were red-eyed.

They attacked from Shanhaiguan Pass, and went all the way here without any hindrance, and even the capital of the Manchu Qing Dynasty!
Everyone knows that as long as they win this battle, countless riches and honors will inevitably be waiting for them.

For the future, for the children and grandchildren, for Daming.

war!
The British Duke Zhang Shize drew out his sword and howled loudly.

"Today, I will slaughter all slaves here!"

(End of this chapter)