306 Charge to the Death

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Thundered......

The artillery of the White Dragon Army on both sides continued to bombard, and the poor Tartars withstood the fierce artillery fire, suffering heavy casualties in a short period of time, and I don't know how many soldiers were killed by the falling iron bullets.

"It's so easy to win this battle, when has the Tartars become so easy to deal with."

Qi Lin looked at the raw tartars on the opposite side, and under the bombardment of fierce artillery fire, they fell down one by one like cutting wheat, and he was also very excited, and said excitedly.

"It's not that the Tartars have become weaker, but the general's tactics are correct, and this battle is decided.

However, we must not relax, we must strictly prevent these Tartars from fighting back to death, and let the bird gunners and sword and shield soldiers in front of them be ready at any time.

As soon as I found that the Tartars showed signs of a dying counterattack, they would beat me to death. Xu Wei's old face became unfazed, and he said calmly.

"Brother Xu, don't worry, I've arranged everything."

And the generals of the White Dragon Army on Li Zixiao's side, looking at the more than 1,000 people who were bombarded by dozens of artillery pieces at this time, they were also laughing one by one, just like watching a play.

"Haha, let these Tartars see the firepower of our White Dragon Army, I don't know how many Tartars will be left to stand when the cannon stops."

Zhou Dazhu smiled excitedly, he could also see that there was no problem in this battle.

"Well, wait for the artillery fire to stop, if my estimate is correct, this Tartar general should lead the remnants of the Tartars to launch a death charge.

Otherwise, if these continues, they may not even have a chance to charge. Liu Chong's old and old-fashioned face also showed a smile, touched his beard and said.

"Liu Zhong is right, as soon as the artillery fire stops, the Tartars will definitely charge at us, so that the sword and shield soldiers and bird gunners in front are ready to harvest."

Li Zixiao also had a smile on his face, and he could also see that the overall situation had been decided, as long as he didn't drop the chain at the end, let the Tartars' death-defying counterattack cause greater casualties.

Then this battle is a hearty victory for the White Dragon Army.

This is also the first time that the White Dragon Army has fought the Tartar Army head-on, and it can eat their entire Jiala Tartar in one go, which is enough to make the Tartars feel distressed for more than half a year.

More importantly, after the victory of this battle, there will be a great boost to the morale of the soldiers of the White Dragon Army.

Previously, the Tartar Army was really famous with one victory after another.

A fear of Tartars has long been transmitted from the border army of the Ming Dynasty, and many soldiers of the White Dragon Army were also worried before the war.

But after this battle, when they encounter the Tartars again, they will never have any uneasiness, because they know that the Tartars are nothing more than that.

As the first round of artillery fire from Sun Dazhuang's artillery battalion ended, his artillerymen began to clear the chambers and reload the ammunition.

At this time, in the camp of the Tartar army on the opposite side, there were screams and wails, and the ground was full of wounded, all of them were corpses and broken arms, and the blood had already stained the land red.

"Ahhh......h

A Tartar soldier wailed on the ground holding his broken right leg, which had been hit by a ricochet that had just bounced off the ground.

Next to this wounded Tartar is a death passage made of flesh and blood, which is a death passage that bounces all the way after a projectile falls down and pulls out of the Tartar army.

More than a dozen Tartar soldiers fell on this death passage, either smashed into flesh directly by ricochets, or they were grazed, missing arms and legs.

"Ahhh......h

An angry roar rang out, this time not the wail of the wounded Tartars, but the roar of Lean.

Lean hid in the innermost part of the Tartar camp, but was not bombarded by artillery.

At this time, he looked at the whole thousand people under his command, and in a short period of time, they were scattered, and there were heavy casualties, and he couldn't accept it.

"Get up, get up, rush out with Lao Tzu, and kill all these bright dogs!"

Lean was not stupid, he knew that if they continued to stay where they were at this time, they would have to bombard them when the White Dragon Army's artillery was reloaded.

By the time the next round of artillery bombardment was over, they estimated that there would not be many people left.

At this time, it is better to pull a few pads on the verge of death, and launch a strong attack on the White Dragon Army, saying that it is better to earn a few when you are dying.

"Warriors of the Qing Dynasty, kill me!"

At this time, Lean was also determined to die, brandishing the long knife in his hand and shouting at the Tartar soldiers who were still alive.

With the mobilization of Le'an for a while, the seven or eight hundred Tartars who could still stand up and continue to fight, under his leadership, launched a charge against Li Zixiao's side.

Among them, among these charging Tartar soldiers, there are only about 200 people left of the real blue flag bannermen, and the rest are all armored men, their clothed minions.

The Tartars were still the same, letting the armored men rush to the front, and they hid behind and launched the last charge of their lives.

At this time, Lean hated the 'Ming army' led by Li Zixiao himself, and he couldn't wait to swallow the leading generals of this team alive.

"Kill the dog!" Lean yelled and led his men to rush over.

"Hey, these Tartars are really rushing over, hurry up and don't tinker with these three-pounder guns, and push up the Tiger Squat Cannon and Fur Rang that we loaded before.

Give these Tartars a try. Sun Dazhuang saw that the Tartars were rushing towards them, and hurriedly gave orders to his artillery.

"Yes!"

The artillerymen were in high spirits at this time, and after hearing Sun Dazhuang's order, there were immediately artillery soldiers pushing the tiger squat cannon and the Fran machine from behind.

These Tiger Squat Guns and Furlong Machines are not filled with solid bullets, but scattered bullets, which are large projectiles with a lot of small iron beads stuffed around.

If this is launched, within a few dozen steps in front of it, it will be attacked by the saturation of these iron balls, and it is not to say that it will be swept away in one shot.

"Ready, fire!" Sun Dazhuang ordered his artillery to open fire.

More than 30 Tiger squatting guns and Furlong machines set up a line of more than 200 meters and opened fire on the seven or eight hundred Tartar soldiers who rushed over.

"Get down."

After Sun Dazhuang gave the order, after watching all the Tiger Squat Guns and Furlong machine guns under his command fire, he didn't have time to watch how many people were killed by the Tartars in front of him.

He immediately commanded his artillery to retreat, leaving room for the sword, shield, pikemen, and bird-gunners who pressed up behind him.

All this was carried out by them in accordance with the established tactics and meticulously.

Because Sun Dazhuang also knew that it was impossible to kill the seven or eight hundred Tartar soldiers who charged with their scattered bullets alone.

And according to the speed of the Tartar soldiers' charge, they will not have time to complete the new reload, which means that they are no longer needed for the next battle.

Instead, it was the turn of the long-awaited sword and shield men, pikemen, and birdmen.

Ahh......hhh

However, even if Sun Dazhuang didn't have a straight eye, he went to see how many casualties those Tartar soldiers who charged in front of the formation in this round of scattered projectile strafing.

However, he only had to listen to the miserable, heart-wrenching screams coming from the other side, and he knew that he had definitely caught a lot of money.

Indeed, Li Zixiao rode a horse and stood in the back formation, but he could see it clearly.

The barrel of scattered bullets fired by the artillery battalion just now directly caused the more than 200 Tartar soldiers who rushed to the front to fall down in unison.

It's like hitting an invisible wall head-on, knocking them out on the head and bleeding and killing them.

It's just that these Tartar soldiers who rushed to the front were all armored men, all clothed minions, and the real Tartar infantry and vests were hiding behind, but more than 20 people were killed and wounded.

"Don't retreat, rush, rush up, if anyone dares to retreat, they will be slaughtered directly."

Lean casually slashed down an armored man who tried to retreat, and at the same time shouted loudly, and the Tartars who followed him stared at the armored man in front of him.

Seeing that anyone had the intention of retreating, he went up directly and slashed to death, which frightened those clothed minions who were ready to retreat, and rushed forward again.

These Tartar armoured people, most of them are Han Chinese, Mongols and Koreans.

Although they were also carefully selected by the Tartars, and after a lot of training, they were able to follow the Tartars into battle.

However, these coated minions, in terms of combat skills and fighting will, are far from being comparable to real Tartar soldiers.

The previous artillery salvo of the White Dragon Army had already scared them out, otherwise they would not have launched this death charge due to the long-term deterrence of the Tartars.

However, just now, in the artillery battalion of the White Dragon Army, another burst of scattered bullets strafed, directly killing and wounding more than 200 people in front of them, which directly made these armored people mentally collapse.

At this time, they had no intention of fighting, and they wanted to escape from this hell on earth immediately, and never look back.

It's just that as soon as they turned around and tried to escape, they encountered their master's butcher's knife again.

There are strong enemies in front and ruthless masters in the back, these armored people are sad enough, and their fate is actually doomed early on.

Bang bang bang......

As Sun Dazhuang retreated in time with his artillery, the sword and shield soldiers behind held big shields one by one, lined up in a row, and pushed up with neat steps.

Rumble......

They pressed to the forefront of the formation, erected the big shield on the ground, and made a muffled sound, and at this time, the Tartars on the opposite side cowered, and had just rushed to the distance of fifty paces in front of the White Dragon Army.

And this distance is the most ideal shooting distance for the White Dragon Army Bird Fighters.

As the sword and shield soldiers at the forefront slightly exposed the gaps in their big shields, the bird gunners behind them stretched out the muzzles of the black holes in the bird guns in their hands.

"First platoon, ready, fire!"

As a team of bird-gunners gave the order to fire, nearly two hundred white-dragon army bird-gunners in the first row pulled the trigger at the same time, and a bright flame was emitted from the muzzle of the gun in front.

Bang bang bang......

There was a sound like fried beans, followed by screams, and the charging Tartars were once again in distress, falling one by one.

"The first platoon retreats, the second platoon goes up, prepare, fire!"

The White Dragon Army Bird Hammer General, according to the attack pattern of the three stages they were most familiar with, commanded nearly six hundred White Dragon Army Bird Fighters, and fired continuously at the front.

These White Dragon Army Bird Fighters don't aim much at all, after they stick out their guns, they only need to aim at the front and fire, anyway, there are enemies in front of them.

As soon as they fired a shot, they stepped back and quickly reloaded their ammunition, allowing the rows of birdiesmen behind them to press on and continue firing.

This is the power of the Bird's Gun Triple Strike, which can maintain the uninterrupted output of firepower and leave no time for the enemy to counterattack.

"The second platoon retreats, the third platoon goes up, prepare, fire!"

As the rows of birdsmiths went up in an orderly manner to fire, retreated to reload ammunition, then stepped forward to fire, and then stepped back to reload, the gunfire did not stop.

And the Tartars on the opposite side were never able to rush forward a few steps after rushing to a distance of fifty paces, and this road of charging was simply a road of death, a road of death, and a road of being slaughtered.

After the White Dragon Army's bird gunners fired two volleys, more than half of the armored men who rushed in front were killed or wounded again, and there were only more than a hundred people left.

Even if they hid behind and avoided most of the projectiles, there were only more than 120 people left at this time.

Even Lean had one arm dangling, holding a broadsword in one hand, and continued to charge forward, and his arm had just been hit by a buckshot.

The lead bullet directly broke the bone of Lean's left arm, such an injury, even if it is healed, will leave a lifelong disability, and his arm is considered useless.

This is the power of the bird's gun, which is much more destructive than the arrowhead, but Le'an is indeed a man, even if he was shot, he still endured the severe pain and continued to lead the Tartar soldiers to charge.

"Why, run away, they're devils, they're devils......"

But at this time, the more than 100 armored people who could still stand in front of them could no longer bear this kind of mental pressure and completely collapsed.

They stopped fighting, they swore that they would never charge the White Dragon Army again, they wanted to escape, they didn't want to stay here for a moment.

Even in the face of the Tartar butcher's knife that could be cut up at any time from behind, they had nothing to fear, and these armored men were defeated and fled.

It's just that this time they learned to be obedient, and instead of rushing behind and fleeing, they fled directly towards the wilderness on both sides, and there were no Tartars on either side anyway.

At this time, it was impossible for Le'an to pursue and kill them anymore, and soon, more than a hundred Tartars in armor who had completely collapsed were throwing down their swords, guns and shields and fled frantically towards the wilderness on both sides.

Some even took off their armor as they ran in order to escape faster, and they didn't care about anything at this time.

"These dog minions, they all deserve to die!"

Lean looked at the armored men fleeing towards the wilderness on both sides, gritted his teeth in hatred, and cursed, but he was powerless to stop it.

You can't let Lean stop charging at this time, and go after those deserters and armorers.

"Warriors of the Qing Dynasty, let's fight with these Ming dogs, rush with me! Kill Kill Kill ......"

"Rush!"

Le An was actually desperate in his heart at this time, but he still took the remaining more than 100 blue flag bannermen under his command and accelerated towards the White Dragon Army.

There were only Qing warriors who died in battle, and there were no Qing warriors who surrendered and fled, this is not only Le'an's idea, but also the voice of every Tartar soldier.

Bang bang bang......

There was another fierce burst of gunfire......