New Shun 1730

The intention of Daze Lingdundub was too obvious. Liu Yu clenched his fists excitedly. This was the opportunity he had been waiting for.

Of course, no matter how many tactics and strategies there were, they all needed the support of combat power.

Now there were only three battalions left in the central army to hold the line. The three battalions supporting on the hill also ran forward, and the column marched to the predetermined position.

In order to prevent any accidents, Liu Yu arranged another battalion to support the central army.

There were seven battalions in the central army, with 3,500 people. Once the cavalry of the Junggar began to charge, they would quickly form seven hollow formations that formed a corner with each other.

If these seven hollow formations could not hold up and were broken by the elite cavalry of the Junggar, then Liu Yu would be defeated in this battle.

If these seven hollow formations held up and the cavalry of the Junggar could not break through, then Liu Yu would win this battle.

Now both sides have shown the courage to fight for the last time, and there is nothing else to bet on.

The cannons that were deployed just now have been deployed to the predetermined gun positions and are preparing for test firing.

But this time Liu Yu's order was not to let the artillery counterattack the cannons of the Zhun army, but to occupy the advantages of the hills and flanks and bombard the cavalry of the Zhun army.

On the north side of the hill, the last mobile force, a grenadier battalion, three infantry battalions, 500 light cavalry, and eight light and fast-deployed cavalry cannons, were waiting for Liu Yu's order.

Once the last elite cavalry of the Zhun army was stuck by the central army and could not break through, these last reserve troops on the north side would take advantage of the fast march and go straight to the flank of the Zhun army from the north.

With the characteristics of the battalion column's fast march and change of formation, open the gap and complete the encirclement. If the Zhun army had more than a dozen cannons, Liu Yu would not dare to use the column in this way, but without it, he would have to use it with his heart and hands.

As for the southern line, there is no point in paying attention to it. The Zhun army cannot break through the southern line, and Liu Yu is confident of this.

In the central army, the infantry cooperated with the cavalry. After the cavalry forced out the square formation, the infantry followed up and fired at each other. If the people of the Junggar could play this, they would have beaten Dashun into another earthen fort.

Finally, I took a look at the central army, thinking that as long as the square formation of the seven battalions of the central army could withstand the last charge of the Junggar cavalry, the battle would be over.

In other words, after the defeat of the Guiyi Army in the third year of Jingyou of Song Renzong, after a lapse of 700 years, the Han army will be stationed again in the south of the Altai Mountains.

Central army.

The billowing smoke in the distance meant that the Junggar cavalry had begun to gather.

The square formation had not yet been formed, and they were not in a hurry, and they were still firing at each other in a horizontal formation.

As a drummer, Zhang Sanbiao mechanically beat the waist drum, just like in normal training.

He was only fifteen or sixteen years old, and the rifle on his back was about the same height as him.

Although the guns issued to these drummers were all short cavalry guns, he was still young after all and had not grown up yet.

The drums kept beating. During the intervals between beating the drums, he raised his hands and lifted up the wide felt hat that kept falling down and covering his eyes.

Even the military hats were not of the right size.

The musketeers of the opposite juntu had begun to retreat, and a large number of corpses were piled up in front of the formation.

The officers knew that this was to make room for the cavalry's charge. The artillery on the hillside began to bombard the musketeers on the opposite side. The continuous rapid fire made the musketeers of the juntu unable to bear it.

"The whole battalion! Square formation!"

Hearing the officers' shouts, Zhang Sanbiao subconsciously beat the drum several times in a hurry, and the trumpeter next to him blew a harsh suona sound.

Several companies next to him quickly turned from a horizontal formation to a vertical formation, and assembled towards the place where the military flag was erected.

The mechanical whipping of countless times made it take only five minutes for the whole battalion to turn from a horizontal formation to a square formation.

One hundred and twenty steps to their left was another square formation.

Zhang Sanbiao was very short. After hiding in the square formation, he stood on tiptoe and looked behind. There was another square formation a hundred steps behind them. There was another one on the right.

It was hard to see what was behind them. He felt relieved when he saw people standing next to each other.

In war, people always die. But he had seen a lot of deaths during the disaster that year.

He remembered that Lord Liu had said that disaster victims were the best soldiers of this era because they could endure the bloodiest shooting.

Which country made the lower classes miserable and needed great courage to survive? The line soldiers of this country must not be too bad... provided that they were paid enough and had enough food.

Zhang Sanbiao was not afraid of death, and most people in the camp were not afraid either. Most of them were survivors whose families had starved to death. Not to mention death, they had seen countless swollen corpses after death.

It was said that there were a few people in the camp who had eaten human flesh, but it was not known whether it was true or not.

After several years of training, these people had been trained like wood. In the words of Lord Liu, this is called "dumb as a wooden chicken".

Although the chicken crows, it has not changed. It looks like a wooden chicken; its virtue is complete, and other chickens dare not respond, but run away.

Once the soldiers form a formation, they are all dumb like a piece of wood that can't speak.

The officers' orders are like a dog owner, who calls the dog after a few barks, and the dog will come running.

Most of the infantrymen of the Qingzhou Army are in this state.

Zhang Sanbiao is the same.

He can be in a half-asleep state, and after hearing the officer's order, his hands can naturally beat the corresponding rhythm.

"All battalions! Bayonets ready!"

Dongdongdongdong...

Just like calling a dog to eat, Zhang Sanbiao no longer needs to think about the officer's order, his arms vibrate rapidly, and the drum beats are extremely fast.

When the drums stopped beating, he took off the cavalry pistol on his back and installed the bayonet on his waist.

The French cavalry pistol with the bayonet was taller than him. When loading, he had to hold the musket with his legs and tilt it, instead of standing up like those soldiers to load it.

After installing the bayonet, he put the musket on his back.

When the battle started, the drums could not stop, and the square formation facing the enemy could not see behind.

The drums meant that the square formation was still there, that it had not been broken, and that there was no need to worry about the enemy behind.

As for the cavalry charge, they had seen more terrifying than this. On Liugong Island, cavalry were often organized to scare these infantry.

At first, they were intimidated one by one, holding sticks to stab the horses' eyes. Later, after the formation, they held sticks together and endured the scene of the dark light cavalry charging at them.

Whoever ran away, then ten military sticks.

At the beginning, when they were training one by one, everyone was familiar with each other.

But when the square formation was formed to face the black cavalry charge, some people still subconsciously wanted to run. The appearance of hundreds of cavalry charging was too scary.

It was like the huge waves on the beach of Liugong Island, especially the huge waves during the typhoon last year, which was terrifying.

However, after repeated training and intimidation, and repeated beatings with military sticks, the soldiers were numb when facing the cavalry charge.

Completely numb.

The soldiers in the front row squatted on the ground and raised their bayonets. Four rows of thick square formations, people next to each other, no way to retreat and nowhere to run.

In the distance, a rumbling sound like thunder in summer came, and a group of black cavalry rushed towards the square formation.

Zhang Sanbiao beat the rhythm to keep his comrades steady while standing on tiptoe to watch.

The fastest group of cavalry pulled into a wave, and the first few people accelerated and slowly formed a wooden wedge shape.

These people did not attack the square formation of their camp, but the square formation on their left.

The fastest few charged with spears. However, after only a few steps, several cannon shots were heard from the hillside, and the horses with spears in the front were killed, and several people flew out and fell into the smoke.

"Unlucky guy, if he didn't fall to death, he would be trampled to death."

Zhang Sanbiao muttered, and looked at the Junggar cavalry in front of his camp. Compared with the wooden wedges next to him, this group of people was like a tide, but it was getting more and more chaotic and scattered.

"It's far worse than the group of people in the cavalry camp."

Thinking of this, the officers gave the order for the first row to open fire. Zhang Sanbiao complained and beat the waist drum.

The soldiers squatting on the ground raised their guns and aimed at the Junggar cavalry approaching in the distance, and a cloud of white gunpowder rose in the camp.

After shooting, they put the gun on the ground, inserted it diagonally, and stepped on it with their feet.

The bangs continued to echo in his ears. Zhang Sanbiao doubted whether his comrades could hear the drums at this time, but he did not dare to stop.

It was an order, and he knew that if the square formation was broken, he would die. Since the officers told him to keep beating, he kept beating.

"Soldiers! Hold on, hold on! After the battle, we will count the bodies. The price is clearly marked, and the court will not be short of silver. Lord Liu said that after this battle, there will be no big battles in the future. When we go back, we will go to the capital to serve as soldiers and get rewards to marry wives!"

Just like the style of the Qingzhou army, they neither talked about the emperor nor the country. The former was nonsense and the latter was incomprehensible. On the contrary, the silver military pay was always kept and never in short supply. When the war started, silver was always mentioned to boost morale.

Zhang Sanbiao thought to himself that he had never seen what the capital looked like, but Lord Liu never lied. Since it is said that after this battle, I can go to the capital to serve as a soldier in the future, which can broaden my horizons, which is better than staying on that island.

Seeing the cavalry rushing to a very close place, Zhang Sanbiao thought to himself, who knows which unlucky person will be hit by a grapeshot first? That thing hits the body, which is much more miserable than being hit by a musket, and it may not even leave a complete body.

Boom...

As if to satisfy Zhang Sanbiao's wish, the battalion gunners fired a cannon and then all slipped into the square formation.

More than 20 cavalrymen were swept to the ground by a wave, and the cavalrymen behind had to make way for the dead bodies and go around from the side.

The black cavalry finally rushed to the front of the square formation, with gunshots and screams of being hit from time to time.

The warhorse did not dare to charge directly at such a square formation. If it was a horizontal line, perhaps the warhorse had nowhere to go and could only charge.

However, this was just a square formation, and there was an open space of more than a hundred steps between the two square formations. The cavalrymen of the quasi-unit subconsciously slipped into the gap and circled around.

Zhang Sanbiao felt that it was like going to the beach with his comrades to play in the water, with a group of people carrying wooden buckets and splashing water on each other.

The cavalry of the Zhunbu continued to rush in along the intervals of the square formation, and the cavalry behind them squeezed forward in a black mass. In a place that Zhang Sanbiao could not see, a total of seven square formations formed a chessboard-like shape.

The cavalry of the Zhunbu circled back and forth in the gaps between the seven square formations. It was not that they did not want to rush, but that they could not rush.

Those who rushed the fastest were almost dead. They were first swept by the artillery of each battalion, and then several rounds of volleys. The corpses piled up in front of each square formation made it impossible for the subsequent war horses to rush.

Horses were afraid of sharp bayonets. These piled corpses could not rush without superb horsemanship. Horses would also be tripped.

The seven phalanxes were like seven showers, and the cavalrymen of the Junbu enjoyed a shower of lead bullets.

The armor they were proud of could block arrows with 130 joules of kinetic energy, but it could not block lead bullets with 1800 joules of kinetic energy.

The tenfold gap required at least 7 mm thick armor. The Junbu did not have 7 mm thick armor, and it was estimated that it could not penetrate the iron plate that was nearly one centimeter thick.

The scattered cavalry was even worse than the infantry attacking the bastion on foot.

A phalanx was not very useful, but when the phalanxes themselves formed a cross with each other, there was not much difference from the crossfire of the bastion.

The most panicked thing was the moment when the cavalry first rushed to the vicinity of the phalanx. Once the first wave failed to break through, the subsequent impact force was relieved by the unloading force, and the phalanx stabilized.

The cavalry of the Junbu was not a question of whether they could charge in a wall-like manner, but that they could not charge in waves at all, especially they could not retreat as a whole team after failing to break through. It was not that they did not understand or could not do it, but that their organization and training could not do it.

Little Celing Dunduobu was already blood-curdling. He had never seen such infantry, let alone such a phalanx.

He could not charge in at all.

His warhorse had been killed twice. When he changed the third horse, his subordinates pulled him back and shouted, "Retreat, we can't charge."

Little Celing Dunduobu raised his hand and pushed away the arm of the guard who was holding him. Looking at the corpses on the ground beside him, he shouted, "So many warriors died in vain? If we can't break through this formation, our Junggar tribe will be finished. Warriors, follow me to charge again!"

With a shout, more than a hundred guards gathered around him. Little Celing Dunduobu held a scimitar and formed a team with the courage of death in the sound of gunfire.

His followers still had courage and discipline. They quickly re-formed around him and rushed to the first phalanx.

As long as they could break through the first one, they might be able to bring courage and break through the following formations.

People were constantly hit by lead bullets and fell off their horses, and some were tripped by the corpses on the ground because they rushed too fast.

Around the square in front, the pile of corpses was more than half a person high. The horses that were hit fell to the ground one after another, and the blood dyed the surrounding grass red.

With red eyes, Xiao Zeling Dunduobu showed his riding skills that made his followers envious. He bypassed a dead horse, whipped the horse with all his strength, and shouted: "Don't retreat, rush in!"

The last shout encouraged the dozens of people around him, and they rushed towards the square that was already somewhat loose.

Swish...

The warhorse desperately knocked away the two people in the front row, and more bayonets stabbed the horse. The newly replaced warhorse could not support it and fell into the square.

Xiao Zeling Dunduobu was thrown into the square. He was also a veteran of the battle and was known as the first warrior of Junggar. He rolled on the ground, took advantage of the momentum to stand up, drew out his scimitar and chopped at a private with his back to him.

The private was loading the rifle with great concentration, but just as his scimitar was about to chop down, little Tsering Dundub felt a sharp pain in his back, as if he was hit by a sledgehammer, and all his strength was immediately drained away.

Turning his head, he wanted to see what kind of brave general had killed him, the first warrior of the Junggar tribe.

However, when he turned around, he found that the one who stabbed him to death was a half-grown child who was not even as tall as the rifle. He wore a big red-tasseled felt hat, a waist drum hung around his waist, and white smoke was still coming out of the muzzle of the rifle in his hand.

"Uh..."

Little Tsering Dundub fell to the ground and twitched a few times. The last thing he saw was that the half-grown child was as wooden as a Han farmer cutting wheat.

He put the rifle on his back woodenly and continued to beat the waist drum woodenly and mechanically. Just like a farmer cutting wheat, he woodenly cut the wheat down and woodenly tied the wheat into bundles.

As for whether the wheat that was cut was the tallest and strongest in the wheat field, no one cared.