The morale of the Manchurian cavalry was almost no longer able to support it. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info They have already left more than two thousand corpses in front of the battle, so to speak, with fragile lives against the power of firearms. Moreover, this firearm is not a firearm of this era, but a rifled gun that is two hundred years ahead of this era.

If the 50-year technological gap is called a generational gap, the 200-year gap is a world of difference. The technological gap made this massacre extremely cruel.

Several Eight Banners Manchurian Jiala Zhangjing, who led the charge of the team, knew that the team had collapsed to the critical point of collapse, for fear that the cavalry would collapse and make the warriors who died in front meaningless. They anxiously sounded the morale-boosting horn.

The horn sounded, encouraging the charging cavalry to continue to advance.

When the vest soldiers of the Eight Banners of Manchuria heard the sound of the horn, their eyes turned blood-red one by one. They had already lost more than 1,000 people in front of the battle just now, and the battle loss rate was as high as two or three percent. If it weren't for the fact that there were only a thin layer of three-tiered firecrackers on the opposite side, if it weren't for the belief that if they rushed forward, they would have been defeated.

It was the contempt for the close combat of the Ming army's firearms that supported them to continue to charge the battle with their lives.

Hearing the sound of the horn, nearly three thousand horse armors howled, stabbing the spurs of their heels into the abdomen of the war horse under the crotch, stabbing the horse's belly to the point of blood, urging the war horse to speed up and rush forward. They rushed as fast as they could towards the soldiers of the Tiger Division, and soon reached fifty paces of the musketeers.

In the Ming Dynasty, one step was one and a half meters, and fifty steps later, the angular bow could already shoot to the target.

The Manchurian cavalrymen on their horses shouted loudly with joy, bent their horned bows, and shot their bows and arrows at the Ming army seventy meters away. I hope to shoot down the Tiger Master's firecrackers with a rain of arrows.

The Tartars in the front row shot arrows, and the Tartars in the back row barely found an angle to throw their bows and arrows, shooting at the Broken Regiments and the Trapping Regiments.

More than 3,000 bows and arrows pierced the sky and shot at the team of the Tiger Master. The bow flew like a raindrop, heading towards the Tiger Master.

The ideal range of the angle bow is within forty meters, and the distance of more than seventy meters is still a bit far, not to mention the immediate bump, which is not accurate at all. Only three hundred bows and arrows hit the soldiers of the Tiger Division. More than 300 soldiers screamed and covered with arrow wounds and withdrew from the front.

But the morale-boosting Tiger Master was not frightened by the rain of arrows at all, and it was 2,000 rifles that fired angrily in response.

"Kill slaves!"

At a distance of more than 70 meters, the soldiers of the Tiger Ben Division, who had excellent marksmanship, almost shot accurately, and knocked down the Tartars who bent their bows and arrows one by one. At this distance, not to mention two layers of armor, even three layers of armor can't protect against the tiger division's conical bullets. Nearly 2,000 rounds of bullets were sprinkled on the Tartars who were in dense formation, ending these warriors who had been training for more than ten years before they went to the battlefield.

If a soldier of the Tiger Division can become a skilled archer after six months of hard training to shoot targets, the training time of an archer is measured in years. Without more than ten years of practice, these Manmeng Tartars simply could not become qualified warriors. These trainings take up a lot of time and manpower.

But no matter how hard you train, no matter how brave a warrior is, it is only a matter of one shot in front of the conical bullet.

This technological gap made the balance of the battlefield unreservedly tilt to the side of the Tiger Division.

Shooting at a distance of more than 70 meters, the hit rate of the soldiers of the Tiger Division exceeded 70%. More than 1,000 Tartars or Tartars' military horses were shot, and the Tartars who rushed to the front row to shoot arrows were suddenly empty. The sight of blood flying was like a massacre.

A man who led his troops into battle was also shot, and he was hit in the forehead by a bullet, and he was completely dead in an instant. Without saying a word, he fell off his horse and fell to the cold ground, lifeless.

Seeing the tragic scene of the charging cavalry, the Chinese generals of the Qing army were speechless one by one.

Yibai, the owner of the White Banner of the Eight Banners of Mongolia, burst into tears, rushed to Yue Tuo's horse, grabbed Yue Tuo's right leg and said, "General, order the withdrawal of troops, there is no way to fight!" ”

In his fifties, he has lived on the banner for a long time as the banner owner, and he has a majestic style on weekdays. But at this time, he cried so much that he shouted hoarsely: "General, all the warriors in my banner are dead!" ”

The Eight Banners Mongolia is inlaid with the Red Flag Banner, and the Gushan Ezhen Buyan Dynasty also has a psychological breakdown. He knelt on the ground with a pale face, and muttered in his mouth: "It's over, the red flag is over, and the Ming army is finished!" ”

Yue Tuo's face was also snow-white, which made his blood-red eyes even more hideous. He shook off Ibai's hand and shouted, "Let go of me! ”

"Withdraw the troops now, and the warriors in front will die in vain."

He shouted loudly at Du Du: "Du Du, you take five thousand foot armor to charge head-on!" ”

Du Du no longer had the calmness he used to have, and asked in a trembling voice: "General, do you really want to bet on five thousand step armor?" ”

Yue Tuo shouted: "Escort up, and rush up in one breath!" Rush up and we'll win! ”

Dudu stood there motionless.

Yue Tuo roared: "Today I will eliminate this strong enemy for the Great Cause!" Kill Li Zhi! Rush forward, if you lose this battle, I will be responsible for the emperor alone! ”

Du Du gritted his teeth, rode his horse and rushed to the infantry camp in front of the formation, leading the army to charge into battle.

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The two flanks of the Tiger Division, the charging Mongol cavalry collapsed.

They had already lost more than 2,000 soldiers, and they no longer had the morale to attack Li Zhi's flanks. Where is this weak flank? This is the hard bone that lures the warriors to come up and send them to their deaths. Six thousand Mongol cavalry rushed out, and now only more than three thousand remain. And the firepower of those Ming gunners was endless.

Even with the archery skills that the Mongols were proud of, they could not shoot these firecrackers. The Manchurian cavalry shot and wounded more than 300 Ming troops, but more than 1,000 people were broken on their own side.

The only hope is to rush up to hand-to-hand combat. There are still fifty paces to go, and if you endure one or two more volleys of the Ming army, you will probably be able to rush forward. But everyone cherishes their own lives, and no one wants to use their lives as cannon fodder to fill the forbidden area of death in front of the battle.

What's more, if they are shot by the Ming army for one or two rounds, how many cavalry will be left on their side? Will hand-to-hand combat be able to win the Ming army at that time?

First, a dozen cavalry stopped rushing forward and turned their horses and fled north. The mood of these deserters soon brought the charging ranks to a crush. Then dozens, hundreds, of the Mongol cavalry all began to flee. In the end, the more than 3,000 Mongolian Tatars who were still alive had no fighting spirit and were crushed for thousands of miles. They turned their horses around and fled in a panic to the north and south, hoping to escape from the range of the Tiger Division.

After several rounds of volleys, the 6,000 Mongol cavalry, known as the Iron Cavalry, turned into more than 3,000 deserters in disarray, rushing through the yellow earth of Fanjiazhuang.

As soon as the Mongol cavalry fled, the more than 2,000 Manchurian vest soldiers who were still alive were naked under the fire of the Tiger Division. The vest soldiers were not stupid, knowing that there were 6,000 well-trained musketeers in front, and more than 2,000 people would not be able to rush forward no matter what. What's more, the two rounds of shooting just now have killed more than a thousand vests. The casualty rate of the vest soldiers was as high as 40%, and their morale had collapsed.

Several Jialazhangjing shouted loudly, hoping to boost their morale. They sounded the horn of the charge again, hoping to muster the last of their strength to rush into the Tiger Warrior array. However, their efforts were to no avail.

Looking at the fleeing Mongol cavalry, the horse armor soldiers only hesitated for a few seconds, and then turned their horses' heads one by one and fled to the south and north.

The 10,000 Manchurian cavalry left 4,000 corpses in front of the battle and fled in disarray.

The so-called legend that the Qing army was invincible was just a joke in front of the Tiger Master. (To be continued.) )