Nanming Engineer

Chapter 444 Counterattack
Generally speaking, using cavalry, especially heavy armored cavalry, to attack a dependent infantry phalanx is an act of death. The biggest advantage of cavalry is that the speed will be slowed down and stagnant within a short distance. Everyone knows , The stopped cavalry faced with the ant-like infantry stabbed, the end will be very bleak.

This kind of tactic is very risky. Strictly speaking, the person who gave this order did not follow the rules of the battlefield. Even rookies who have just entered the battle will not make such mistakes.

But Dorgon, the god of war, committed a crime.

But from his point of view, this is not a mistake, on the contrary, it is an indulgence of incomparable trust in his own people.

The means of firearms have been exhausted, and the obstacles in front of the Ming army at Shiling Pass are only ditches and earth walls that can be jumped by short horses. The ditches have been filled by the Han army, and the remaining low walls should not be barriers The natural moat of Mongolian cavalry.

He was gambling, betting that the Ming army would collapse in a hand-to-hand fight.

This is the experience accumulated when facing the Ming army several times. Whether it is in Liaodong, in the Central Plains, or in the south of the Yangtze River, countless battles have proved this point. As long as you break through the firearms blockade of the Ming army and kill dozens of people in hand-to-hand combat, The Ming army would turn around and run away, almost without exception.

So to say it is gambling, in Dorgon's opinion, should be a conclusion.

Of course, this method of warfare will lose a large number of soldiers. This is beyond doubt. If there is a choice, Dorgon is not willing to use cavalry as engineers, but didn't the Han army collapse?Is it possible to let the cavalry come back and pull a group of Han infantry up again?
No!This is an insult to Qing Dynasty!

Backing it back is tantamount to acknowledging Wang Huan's ability. How can Dorgon take back what he said?In Xiaguan city within a day, the boasted Haikou should be honored, otherwise where will the regent's face be saved?

The generals of the Qing army were all sober, but no one dared to persuade them. Man Dahai who can say this is not here, so how can the rest dare to weigh the tiger's beard?

There are still thousands of Sanger's followers, because the news of his death did not spread far among the cavalry, and many people did not know that their Taiji had turned into a corpse, still under the leadership of their respective tribe leaders, Started to launch an impact on the low wall and wooden fence.

Bai Guangen knelt down in the shield workshop, lowered his head, and looked at the shadow of the horse speeding past him.

The spears between the wooden fences stretched out straight, like hedgehogs waiting for jackals to bite.

The first horse slammed into it like a cannonball, and directly hit the three long spears. The huge impact made the body of the ash rod bend like a full moon. At this moment, the characteristics of the ash rod are undoubtedly reflected. And constantly, it just accumulates the power transmitted from the tip of the gun in the body of the gun.

When the war horse was exhausted within a few seconds, the pressure on the gun body also reached its peak. With a crisp sound of "pop!", one of the spears finally broke, but the other two spears still held strong and successfully connected the war horse. Became dead meat.

The knight on the horse flew away from the horse under the strong inertia. He took advantage of the momentum and jumped. Although he was wearing iron armor, he was as light as an ape. He raised the big knife high, bent his legs with a twisted face and menacingly, and fell straight into the crowd of people behind the wooden fence.

In an instant, among the spears in the third row, two spears quickly turned around, and the white-armored soldiers shouted "Kill!", and the blades with horizontal branches crossed in the air, stabbing the Mongolian soldiers accurately belly.

Two guns strangled the man in the air, and the Mongolian soldiers had to go up and down, kicking their legs wildly, blood cascading down their legs, their intestines exposed, and the white armored soldiers standing below seemed to be drenched in a rain of blood , the whole body was dyed red.

The two white-armored soldiers pressed down on their guns, twisted their guns, and threw the dead man out of the wooden fence with a "snap".

The second horse, the third horse... countless horses collided with the Kuizhou Army's gun formation on the Baizhang front almost at the same time. There was a "puff, puff" sound of the gun blades piercing flesh and a "beep bang" sound. The sound of gun barrels snapping came and went, and the ferocious shouts filled the sky, interspersed with the dull sound of iron cannons, resounding between the black clouds and the mud.

The cavalry's charge was terminated in the first second, and the Kuizhou army's gun array was like a strong concrete wall, causing them to be smashed to the ground.

If there was no low wall, under normal circumstances, the cavalry of the Qing army would have been mixed with the infantry of the Ming army at this time, fighting in disorder, relying on the ferocity and martial arts of individual soldiers to win or lose.

The fact is that the low wall and the wooden fence stopped the cavalry, and they almost stopped outside the low wall. They had to struggle to pull away the corpses of their comrades strung on the spears in front of them, so that they could see the face of the Ming army.

The expected situation where the cavalry rode their horses over the wooden fence and the Ming army fled in all directions became the result of the cavalry dismounting as infantry and fighting hand-to-hand.

"Kill!" Ma Qijin stretched out his spear from the shoulder of the soldier in front of him, strangled a Mongolian soldier's neck with his fork, and brought up a cloud of blood. He slashed the wooden fence a few times and almost broke a piece of wood before covering the wound and falling down unwillingly.

"Did you see that! Just fight like this!" Ma Qijin turned his head and wanted to teach the rebel recruits who were standing beside him just now, but found that the young man who looked no more than fourteen or fifteen years old had already fallen to the ground. , the tail of the spear in his hand stabbed into his stomach, and the man was dead.

It should be caused by lack of strength, unable to bear the strength of the horse, and not holding the gun well, and the horse knocked over knocked the spear back.

Ma Qijin shook his head, pulled the spear out of his stomach with one hand expressionlessly, weighed it in his hand, his eyes were red, he roared and threw the spear out like a javelin.

Not far away, Li Tingyu was protecting the gunner beside him, also with red eyes, waving the long knife in his hand.

His gun was broken, but it was not broken by the horse, but by the Mongols with knives. On the wooden fence in front of him, there were four or five Mongols crawling. These prairie men saw that there was a gun here. The spouting iron bullets were slaughtering the soldiers on horseback recklessly, and rushed over in a rage.

"Come on! Make grandpa happy, happy!" Li Tingyu tore off the blindfold, revealing the creepy injured eye, and skillfully stabbed the long knife in and out through the thick wooden railing of the wooden fence, killing the Mongols Wow wow.

But in other places, the fragility of the wooden fence was crumbling under the crazy impact of the Mongols. The wood as thick as a thigh did not last long under the cutting of powerful muscles. There are signs of collapse.

Li Tingyu pushed away a few steps, swung the bloody long knife a few times, looked at the Qing soldiers huddled outside, held his breath, and shouted: "Pikemen step back, crossbowmen step forward, swordmen step forward! "

The soldiers around him passed on his words like drums and flowers. Three rows of spearmen dragged the wounded soldiers, sideways, and retreated quickly. The crossbowmen, sword shield soldiers, and crescent axe soldiers behind rushed up.

The Kuizhou army retreated four or five steps as a whole, giving way to an open space behind the low wall.

The crossbowman came up, with the flat end of the mountain crossbow, looking coldly at the Qing soldiers who were desperately chopping wood, and those who dared to climb up the wooden fence and wanted to turn over, directly shot a few arrows.

"Boom!" The first section of the wooden fence was pushed down with shouts, and the strong Mongolian soldiers brandished axes and knives, exposing them to the eyes of the crossbowmen.

Then a few rows of arrows shot away.

Almost all of the Qing soldiers in the front were hit by dozens of arrows, thumped a few times like porcupines, and fell headlong on the muddy and bloody ground.

Li Tingyu held the saber in both hands, his fingers tightened on the somewhat sticky hilt, and he made a wrong step, blowing past the crossbowman like a whirlwind.

A Mongolian soldier who was a head taller than him stepped on the corpse on the ground and rushed towards him with strides, holding a mace high above his head, as if it was strong enough to kill a cow.

Li Tingyu's eyes met those of the Mongolian soldiers, and the collision of eyes in the air seemed to produce a tangible electric light, but there was no delay in his hand, the blade of the long knife went from bottom to top, and the blade came first, turning into a bolt as fast as lightning At the same time, his body flashed slightly to the right. When the mace fell from his side, the knife had already sliced ​​through the Mongolian soldier's stomach and opened him.

The Mongolian soldier knelt on the ground and fell down with dull eyes, but Li Tingyu had already passed him and met another Qing soldier.

"Push it up! Push them out!" Li Tingyu's voice was louder than the sound of war drums, reaching into the sky, excited and fanatical, just like the crazy entangled crowd on the ground.

Swords and swords, flesh and blood burst out.

(End of this chapter)