Chapter 605: The Monk King Arrives
Sugiseki.
"Madamn, the dog Tartar is quite tenacious."
Yan Wu, commander of the 11th Infantry Brigade of the Third Army of the Ming Army, looked ahead and said.
Beside him, the 18 9-pound field guns of the brigade artillery battalion, the 16 9-pound mountain howitzers of the four battalion artillery units, and the 18 20-pound mortars of the first battalion of the army-affiliated artillery brigade were all constantly spraying flames towards the Shanguan in front. Mortars and howitzers targeted soldiers in the interior of the castle and on the city walls, while field artillery used solid shells to continuously bombard a point of the city walls, and the stone walls were constantly shattered by the impact of nine-pound conical shells at close to the speed of sound, and this new rifled gun was much more powerful than the previous steel tube smoothbore guns.
And the flowering shells of mortars and howitzers had already blown the castle into a sea of flames, and the billowing smoke almost swallowed the small city.
This small town is important.
Although it generally rarely appears in all kinds of history books, its status in Fujian is equivalent to Shanhaiguan in Beijing, which is the gate to Fujian from the west of the Jiangxi direction, the throat artery, in western Fujian, which is completely covered by lofty mountains, from the gloss to the small mountainous area of Lichuan is a rare piece of not so steep.
Speaking of Fujian's traffic, the generals of the Third Army also wanted to cry without tears.
Although they also have the Min River to rely on.
But they are countercurrent, and the turbulent channel of the Minjiang River is complicated, until two months ago, there was one of the most experienced captains, tremblingly drove the small river steamer to Nanping, but the Futunxi section from Nanping to Yangkou can only use wooden sailboats, and you have to find a slender fula, and you can only go to Shaowu, from Shaowu to the glossy have to change to a smaller one.
The waterway eventually ends at the mouth of the water on the west side of the gloss.
The remaining road is the land route from Shuikou to Lichuan, which goes all the way to the Canglang River of Nanfeng, and the strategic goal of the Third Army is to go to Nanfeng and join the Sixth Army from Ningdu to Guangchang, but the Third Army will only be left with the 11th Brigade here. It's not that the troops are insufficient, the Third Army has seven brigades under it after getting reinforcements from two brigades, but this difficult and long transportation line can only maintain the operation of one infantry brigade, the waterway is not a big river, it is a small bamboo row in the middle reaches of the river, and because the people in this area are so poor that it almost makes people cry, the Ming army has to use a large part of the transportation capacity to relieve the people.
Fortunately, one brigade is enough, and one brigade is still like a bamboo, although this Qing army is still holding on to Shanguan, but what Yan Wu needs to do is only to blast a gap with artillery shells.
Behind him were 3,200 infantrymen.
As long as the field artillery blasts open the gap, these battle-hardened soldiers will crash into it like a torrent, he has been fighting the Qing army for three years, and there is no Qing army that can stop the charge of the Ming army, even if it is relying on the city wall.
"Soon, prepare!"
He looked at the collapsing wall and shouted to the soldiers who were not far away.
The soldiers immediately checked their weapons.
Almost at the same time, with another volley of eighteen cannons, a section of the city wall less than twenty meters wide, which had already suffered hundreds of shells, collapsed, and the rubble and rammed earth formed a fatal slope in front of the wall.
"Attack!"
Yan Wu roared.
The soldiers who had been waiting for a long time rushed forward.
At the same time, the sixteen howitzers immediately turned their muzzles and fired at both sides of the gap, and the whistling flowering shells exploded on both sides, and the eighteen field guns also adjusted the target to both sides, replacing the grenades and bombarding the city wall, but to Yan Wu's astonishment, the Qing army on the city wall did not escape, nor did they go to plug the gap in the slope, but cheered on the city wall one by one.
"They're crazy?"
He and the commissar looked at each other.
"Reinforcements, their reinforcements have arrived!"
The political commissar said with an idea.
"Reinforcements? No reinforcements are of use! ”
Yan Wu sneered.
But then he couldn't laugh anymore, and the gate of the gate opposite Shanguan suddenly opened, and a torrent of countless cavalry rushed out......
"Stop the attack, line up!"
Yan Wu roared without hesitation.
At the same time, the muzzles of all the cannons were aimed at the city gate, and the dense cannonballs flew out, blocking the city gate like a focus, and the flowering shells exploded densely among the cavalry, and the cavalry that was originally imposing like a rainbow was instantly blown up to the flesh and blood. Under the cover of artillery fire, the Ming infantry who originally charged stopped the formation at the fastest speed, and 3,200 rifled guns were also aimed at the city gate and pulled the trigger, and the cavalry who were still trying to rush out were suddenly beaten back, but at this time, more cavalry rushed out of the gate at the gap that was bombarded, and some of the artillery of the Ming army immediately separated the bombardment gap.
"Infantry retreat, change to a hollow phalanx!"
Yan Wu hurriedly gave an order.
"This is not the Eight Banners, nor is it the Green Battalion!"
The political commissar next to him said with a telescope in his hand.
These cavalry are indeed not the latter two, the latter two have long stopped wearing armor, and the color of the armor of the Eight Banners is very recognizable, these not only have chaotic colors on the clothes on their bodies, but also wear chain mail and cloth armor and the like, and the temperament is not the same when charging, when the Green Battalion and the Eight Banners charge, the soldiers are ready to flee at any time, and these are with indomitable fierceness.
"Mongol cavalry!"
Yan Wu immediately understood his opponent.
"Suspend the shelling and let them out!"
Then he said.
The shelling quickly stopped, taking advantage of this unexpected opportunity, those cavalry continued to pour out, and soon reached thousands of people, at this time all the artillery of the Ming army roared again, and the narrow gap and the city gate were once again engulfed by the flames of the explosion, which made the Mongolian cavalry who rushed out in confusion, it was obvious that they did not expect the Ming artillery fire to be so ferocious, and they forcibly cut off their follow-up with cannons.
And with the cover of artillery, the Ming infantry contracted at the fastest speed, and the artillery position on what was actually a small high ground was surrounded by a hollow phalanx, not that in order to resist the cavalry, this is a mountainous area and there is no need to worry about cavalry attacking the flanks, but the Qing infantry in the city also began to come down directly from the city wall, these infantry will not impact from the front, but can pass through the mountains and forests from both flanks and even the rear to surprise the artillery, the two infantry battalions of the Ming army rely on the stepped terrain in the front, forming a terrifying ten columns of horizontal teams against the cavalry, The other two infantry battalions spread out to protect the flanks and the rear, while all the artillery continued to bombard the gates and gaps.
But the cavalry outside the city did not flinch.
In the sound of the explosion of flowering shells every second behind them, it can be said that the isolated thousand Mongol cavalrymen, roaring and constantly urging their war horses, brandishing the spears in their hands and galloping forward like their ancestors.
But alas, their time is over.
What awaits them is 1,600 rifled guns that can shoot nearly 10,000 bullets per minute, and they are bound to a mountain road that is only a few dozen zhang wide and there are tea plantations on both sides, their advantage cannot be developed at all, on the contrary, the Ming army can make the most of the terrain advantage, the red shirts standing in the same ladder-shaped tea garden, with the dense firepower of ten columns, continue to pour stormy bullets at the cavalry, and the charging cavalry soon all fell under the bullets, and they did not even touch the third defensive line.
"That's it!"
Yan Wu looked at the logistics personnel who were on standby with grenades behind the infantry line, and then looked at the dead bodies stretching in front of him and said.
At this time, at the head of Shanguan City, behind the arrow stacks built by the rocks, a middle-aged man in a yellow coat was also looking at the Ming army with a telescope......
Uh, it's Sangha Grinqin.
"Order the cavalry to temporarily stop the attack and continue the attack to the general army, your green battalion!"
He put down his binoculars expressionlessly and said.
"Lord Wang, the infantry attacking the bandit formation is to send it to death!"
Xiang Rong next to him said with a sad face.
Just now he held on to Shanguan, and finally waited for the cavalry led by Seng Greenqin himself, saying that he had fought with the Ming army many times, and it was very clear that as long as these bandits lined up, no matter how brave the soldiers attacked, it would be suicide, and the muskets that were farther than the mountain splitting guns would fall one by one from the beginning of half a mile away, and the other party would not need to bombard, and the muskets alone could shoot them to despair.
"Idiot, who told you to attack their formation? The green battalion passed through the ten-mile mountains and forests, and couldn't it be done to attack the horses and cut off their supplies? Couldn't they go forward and attack their dock at Shuikou? As long as their supplies are cut off, will their bullets and shells still be able to sustain such a fight? ”
Monk Grinqin rebuked angrily.
"Huh?!"
Xiang Rong gave his subordinates an order to be cannon fodder for our Qing Dynasty with a resentful face.
His soldiers were able to climb the mountains to stop their horses.
But if you go over the mountain, you can't bring cannons, and if you don't have cannons, you can carry guns and bird guns under his command, and you will also die to the logistics team of the Ming army in Zhima! What's more, it takes a few hours to climb the mountain to stop the horse, but it doesn't take half an hour for the Ming army to take the main road from Shanguan to reinforce the horse, and there is a cavalry reconnaissance post on the Shuikou side!
Of course, he didn't dare to say more.
He is a small general soldier, how dare he reason with the hereditary king of the foreign domain of the minister.
In fact, Monk Grinqin understands this.
But even if he understands this, he can't let his Mongolian cavalry be cannon fodder, he brought 5,000 cavalry to reinforce Shanguan, mainly to annihilate this greedy and reckless partial division in one fell swoop, remove the flank threat and then concentrate his forces to counterattack Ningdu, and then attack the Ming army south along Ganzhou from the flank and rear to force it to retreat, but now his heart is dripping blood.
One of the thousand cavalry was gone.
This is not those green battalions who die casually, this is all his Horqin people!
The bandit gave him a slap in the face.
But he can't give up Shanguan, give up Shanguan his strategic plan is over, the Ming army can be scared to Nanfeng, and he also counterattacks Ningdu, and this is the best way for him to reverse the situation in Jiangxi, otherwise he will have to take the Qing army on the Ganjiang River and the main force of the Ming army to fight hard, so he has to let the green battalion sacrifice for our Qing Dynasty.
"Go to Nanfeng to give an order, and let Saigong transfer another 10,000 green battalions and regimental training."
He said to the soldiers beside him with a gloomy face.