Nanming Engineer

Chapter 442 continue to attack

The shield vehicles piled up in the ditch were like water in a boiling pot amidst the shocking explosions, flying in all directions in the air accompanied by gunpowder smoke, and the broken wood flew as violently as shrapnel at an astonishing speed.

The Sangar was instantly transformed into a hedgehog in the air. As a Taiji, he was very noble, and he wore excellent armor. There was a layer of chain mail on the bottom layer, iron leaf cotton armor on the outside, and a fine steel helmet on his head. The face shield is also as thick as half a finger, and dozens of catties of iron are hung on the body, so ordinary arrows, knives and guns are not afraid at all.

But at this moment, the thunderbolt buried in the ditch was detonated in the narrow ditch, adding a layer of destructive power virtually, and the gushing iron sheet and steel balls went upward along the section of the ditch, breaking through the dilapidated shield car, and then wrapping The logs flew together, and the densely packed tiger crouched cannons fired a cannon against Sanger's horse's belly.

The sunlight that fell on him instantly turned into a fire-like enthusiasm, and then blood flew in the smoke, and the next second, the shock wave followed closely behind the explosion, blowing away the strong and powerful Mongolian nobleman. It became several pieces.

Together with Sanger, the Mongolian soldiers who rushed in the first row basically disappeared in the explosion. It turned out that the number of thunderbolts buried in the first trench was more than that in front of the trench, and it was also more serious. Dense, the entire trench is completely covered with fire from left to right, one after another Ming Dynasty mines are roaring underground, they are pulled and exploded, venting their anger with fire and smoke.

The ground was trembling violently, as fierce as an earthquake. Even though the Mongolian soldiers behind were not frightened, the horses were startled. The children scurry back and forth, carrying the knights with them like a pack of wolves scattered on the grassland.

In the rear of the Qing army, Dorgon's face changed, and the fierce light in his eyes became more and more obvious. His hands were holding the reins, and his veins popped up. The horse under his crotch was startled by the explosion in the distance, and he shook his head uneasily. , Shui Lingling's big eyes stared at the fireworks in the sky, and some wanted to back away.

Dorgon leaned down, gently touched the neck of the mount, and whispered a few words in the horse's ear. The horse stomped a few times obediently, flicked its beautiful tail, and calmed down.

Raising his head, Dorgon regained his stable and natural majestic demeanor. With one hand, he touched the long mane of the war horse, which was more beautiful than the hair of the most beautiful woman on the grassland. Feeling the smooth and soft texture, his face was as calm as ever. Watching a big show.

But in his heart, he was full of anger.

The raging flames were scorching his heart. Two completely puzzling explosions actually destroyed an army of more than 1 people, and his people did not even touch the edge of the Ming army.

Under normal circumstances, even if the Ming army on the opposite side had a red-clothed cannon-like sharp weapon, he would be able to charge to the city with one blow. The combat method of shield chariot combined with heavy cavalry has been tried and tested repeatedly in the battle against the Ming army, and almost never missed.

But today, I ran into a hard stubble.

It doesn't matter to the Han army, if they die, they will die. No matter how high the official position is, in the eyes of Dorgon, he is still a slave who can give up at any time.

But the Mongols are different. These cavalry are not much worse than the Jurchen cavalry. Losing is a loss. One Mongolian knight is as powerful as five Han troops.What's more terrible is that the Mongols are different from the Han people. The Han people are slaves and can be pinched in any way; while the Mongols are allies, friends won by friendship and big sticks. If there are too many dead, they will withdraw regardless.

With his mind spinning rapidly, Dorgon looked at the large group of cavalry scurrying about like headless flies in the distance, nervously thinking about how to fight next.

"Order, Ge Dahun and Ye Chen's people don't move yet, stay put! Don't move Han Sun Long's artillery battalion!" After thinking for a while, Dorgon raised his head and ordered decisively: "Blow the trumpet, Beat the drums! Let Sanger's men continue to charge forward, they must pull down the Ming army's earthen wall and reach directly under the closed wall!"

After a pause, he added: "Anyone who retreats will be killed!"

Several messengers agreed loudly, and rode away.

However, the princes and generals surrounding them all had stern faces, stern eyes, and the atmosphere was stern and depressing. Ge Dahun and Ye Chen were Jurchen generals, leading soldiers of the Jianzhou Eight Banners. After the battle, Dorgon changed his order at this moment, apparently because things had changed.

Everyone knows the reason. From the beginning of the battle to the present, the development of the situation can be seen in a panoramic view. The Ming army launched two huge and powerful landmine ambush, killing nearly ten thousand people and countless wounded. How much gunpowder has been buried in the ground, has the ground been hollowed out?
No matter what, it is obvious that the Ming army must have a backup plan. It is obviously not in Dorgon's interest to push the Jurchen Eight Banners Army up at this moment. As for the Mongols, this is already the case anyway, so let them make more trips to the mines.

Thinking this way in my heart, the expressions on people's faces are different, the Jurchens don't care, the Mongols are resentful, and the Han people are mourning and concubine.

The vast horn sounded again, the dense drums overwhelmed the sound of the rain, and the deafening explosion had just stopped for a while, and the signal to march came from the Qing army's position.

The Mongolian soldiers looked back at the place where they started in surprise, a little dazed, Sanger was dead, and there was no backbone in the team. Everyone looked at each other, and a little unwilling and helpless spurred their horses, shouting and rushing forward.

Bai Guangen wiped his face in the mud and wiped away the sand from his eyes before getting up.

The second explosion affected the shield car where he was hiding. Because the distance was too close, the solid wooden car trembled like pieces of paper in the strong wind caused by the shock wave. Bai Guangen felt his vision go black, and his body flew up and hit the shield car beside him. In a certain corner, it seems like the past.

When he woke up, the ground was still shaking, but he could tell that it wasn't the explosion continuing, but the horseshoes approaching.

He stood up in a panic, but he didn't straighten his back. Fear made him lower his head, and his cat waist looked out from above the remaining shield of the shield car.

The large group of Mongolian cavalry stepped on the body of Pao Ze, and followed the route where Sanger died. The dark shadows of the horses were drawn into a straight line, and they converged in front of the first trench to more than a dozen filled passages. Ditch, rushing towards him.

The sound of hooves shaking the ground was not as fierce as the explosion of the Ming army's firearms, but it did not have a sense of shock. Thousands of cavalry were like a boundless ocean and unstoppable like a stormy sea.

It's time to end.

Bai Guangen lay behind the shield chariot, his soldiers were already finished, and those who fled died. This battle should be over. The Ming army will not bury firearms in the second trench, right?Maybe?

Bai Guangen only hoped that this deadly dream-like battle would be over as soon as possible, whether it was the retreat of the Qing army or the Ming army.

(End of this chapter)