Chapter 411 Battle of Changsha, Guerrilla Army, Fight!

The sound of clattering drums sounded, and the red-clothed soldiers lined up in four or five horizontal formations, occupying a vision four or five miles wide below the mountain. An army of less than 20,000 people covered the sky and the sun, and its momentum was better than that of 100,000 people. Looking down at the top of Beacon Hill outside the Iron Furnace Temple, the horizon has been swallowed up by this red wave.

In front of this red wave, there is a large chaotic crowd of people. It was a rout, far outnumbered by the red-clothed soldiers, driven out of the trench on the north bank of the Laodao River by artillery fire and red waves, like a stream of foaming slag washed out of the ditch by heavy rain.

With the Ming Huangyuan canopy as the center, there was silence on the top of Beacon Mountain, and everyone, including Kangxi, watched the red wave approaching step by step with a gray face.

It wasn't until more than a hundred general cannons stretched out into a long line at the foot of the mountain, and also occupied a wide front for several miles, and when the 20,000 musketeers gathered into a phalanx behind the artillery, that everyone's faces gradually returned to blood. The sound of cannons rumbled, the smoke of gunpowder rose, converging into a wall of smoke that soared into the sky, and the surge of the red wave was suddenly blurred. The civil and military officials all let out a long breath, looked at each other, and exchanged gratifying looks.

"Your Majesty, the thief army is only seven or eight miles away from here, and it is already within the reach of the giant cannon, so it is better to move ......"

Marseille persevered in persuading Kangxi, but at this time, Kangxi did not give him a face, but put on a posture of pure teaching.

"The so-called words that erode dozens of miles with one shot are just coaxing children. Even if the 10,000-pound cannon can reach five or six miles, it is rare to see it in ancient and modern China and abroad, and it will take seven or eight miles......"

Kangxi knew how to use artillery very well, and was about to talk endlessly, when a stream of blood suddenly burst out of the white smoke in front of him, accompanied by a cry of panic. Looking closely, a phalanx of musketeers at the foot of the mountain collapsed, revealing scattered stumps, which were actually bombarded by the shells of the British and Chinese army, only a mile or two away from Yuluan.

Kangxi took a deep breath and didn't forget to finish his words: "If you don't borrow the wind, it's difficult to do it." ”

The mountain of Beacon Mountain must not be able to stay, Kangxi moved Luan driving backwards for two miles, and took place on a platform erected on another mountain. Seeing that Marseille was spreading around, preparing for a bad situation, Luan drove a good plan and set off urgently, and Kangxi did not stop him.

This was the last moment of the duel, and Kangxi bet all his chips, of course, not including his own life. As the Son of Heaven, he can't learn from Chongzhen, so despise his golden body. Marseille was right when he said that the dragon body is the body of the country.

The cannon roared, and the general cannon of his own side was far downwind, and from time to time you could see the huge cannon smashed around the general cannon, and people flew the cannon. From this situation, Kangxi has determined that the firearms battalion that he hastily pulled up last year cannot solve the problem. But he was not only in the firearms battalion in his hand, but through the smoke of gunpowder, he faintly saw that the red-clothed soldiers were steadily approaching, Kangxi said in his heart, come on, it is exactly what I want.

After the heavy rain, the ground was muddy, but the north bank of the Laodao River was mostly barren and overgrown with wild grass, and although the mount could not run with its hooves raised, it was still able to run.

Wang Tanghe, the commander of the Guerrilla Army, was barely qualified in riding, and he rode his horse slowly, observing the battlefield ahead. On the left is a large river pond called Tielu Bay, which stretches for several miles to the west and meets the Laodao River in the south. Looking to the east, the Eagle Yang Army and the Tiger Ben Army each had two battalions, which were stretching into layers of horizontal formations as wide as four or five miles, advancing northward in unison, and at the end of the east side of this horizontal formation was the bending bank of the Laodao River.

The 20-pound artillery of the Chilei battalion was bombarding fiercely behind the horizontal formation, and the 12-pound artillery and military artillery were being pulled by mules and horses, following the infantry forward. The artillery shells of the Qing army splashed mud pillars in front, smearing this magnificent picture with real fighting spirit. Wang Tanghe was sure that the two painters, Bian Shoumin and Lang Shining, were unfolding the drawing board in the rear, focusing on depicting the entire battlefield.

We can't miss our cavalry!

This was Wang Tanghe's heart, so after he roughly swept through his own battle formation, he focused all his attention on the north where the Qing army was located.

The artillery of the Qing army could be vaguely seen lined up in front of the formation, bombarding non-stop, and in the rear was a phalanx of muskets in disorganized uniforms, gathered in a group, and also stretched into a wide line. In the background, there are small and low mountains, and several mountain passes stretch to the north, making the Wang Tang, who is already familiar with the terrain, move in his heart.

Will the Qing army and horse team rush out of these mountain passes and attack their own horizontal formation head-on? ,

Looking to the west, a low hill obscured the view, and a village blocked the end of Iron Furnace Bay in the northwest, and it was difficult to see from behind, and it was not clear whether the Qing army horse team would also rush out of it.

Wang Tanghe sighed, the Tartar Emperor was less than ten miles away, and the guards were particularly tight. The Military Intelligence Department has made great efforts, but it is difficult to update the Qing Army's military force and headquarters in a timely manner, and there is no way to grasp the movements of the Qing Army's horse team.

Seeing that the front of the horizontal formation was only more than three miles away from the Qing army's artillery defense line, the 12-pound artillery of the Chilei battalion and the 8-pound small artillery of each army began to be in place, and it seemed that there was no place for the cavalry.

This is an emergency alarm, and before the commander of the army can convey it, Wang Tanghe has already stared at him. From the northwest, behind the low hill of the small village, the Qing army's horse corps surged out like a torrent, heading straight for the flank of the infantry formation.

"The Rangers! Let's fight! ”

Looking at the horse team with more than 10,000 riders, Wang Tanghe's scalp was numb, blood gushed all over his body, but his heart sank, and the sense of contradiction was instantly staggered, and he subconsciously shouted out.

"Let's fight!"

The subordinates didn't have time to think about it, so they shouted in unison with Wang Tanghe, and the three thousand knights rode up their horses and rushed north.

At the rear of the battlefield, under the banner of the Golden Taiji Twin Dragon, hearing this shout, Li Xi and Fan Jin and the others raised their binoculars to look over, and then put them down one after another, Fan Jin also closed his eyes in pain.

Li Xian didn't close his eyes, he just looked directly with his fleshy eyes, and he was afraid that there was only this battle.

In the battle of Changsha, there were countless victims, and once the decisive battle came, it was a bloody purgatory. Everyone's sacrifice is valuable, and now, he is less than ten miles away from Kangxi. The only thing that the Qing army could stop him was not artillery, not muskets, but horse teams. And to get through it, you have to pay a price.

Li Shi stared at the figure of the Youyi army galloping away, and asked without turning his head, "Are the cats ready?" ”

Luo Tangyuan beside him said in a low voice: "It's already done, just wait until the time is ripe." ”

Li Xian nodded: "Wang Tanghe, you can spell out the opportunity." ”

It is only four or five miles from the low mountains in the northwest village to the side of the Anglo-Chinese army's horizontal formation, and even if the horses are not fast in the muddy ground, it only takes four or five minutes to run through these four or five miles, and during this time, not only can the barbed wire array not be erected, but it is difficult for the infantry to change the formation.

The task of the Guerrilla Army is to delay the horse team and buy time for the infantry to change formations, and how high the price will be paid for this, Wang Tanghe's shout is already very clear. Three thousand are just infantry who have learned to ride horses, and what will be the outcome of an opponent who is four or five times more skilled in horse warfare is understood by the officers and men of the game.

"Heavenly Punishment Society, the time has come!"

"Holy Martial Society, be loyal to the country!"

Shouting like a tide, the 3,000 guerrilla army rushed towards the Qing army's horse team, like a thin stream, intercepted into the turbulent river.

When this guerrilla army was first built, it was thought that there would be heavy casualties against the horse team, and most of the members were from the children of Shaozhou, and they were the same descendants as the Yulin Army. In addition, half of these 3,000 people were members of the Heavenly Punishment Society, and half were members of the Holy Martial Society, and none of them were missing. It can be said that Li Xian's army is the most resolute and high-spirited. I haven't had a place to show my skills before, but now I have made my debut, and I have plunged into the Jedi of life and death.

No one hesitated, and they didn't even think about whether they should hesitate or not, the game army is such a chess piece, and they want to show their value when the whole army is in the most critical situation.

In just a moment, the two cavalry forces collided head-on, and the sound of puffy guns rang out chaotically, and the Qing army's horse team suddenly crashed into the iron net swamp, and knocked down a large number of men and horses.

"One, two, three...... Damn, don't try to escape, three! Four! Grass, hiding in the belly of the horse!? ”

Wang Tang took the lead, drew spears from both sides of the saddle, and knocked down three of them with five shots, and at the same time, the helmed and breastplate clanged, and there was a pain in his leg, and he was also hit by several feathered arrows.

The fourth enemy was dressed in armor, and the lightning rod on his helmet stood high, like a general of no low status, and his equestrian skills were quite exquisite. Wang Tanghe's shot didn't dodge him by hanging stirrups, so angry that he took out the short gun on his waist and hit the head of the opponent's mount, but at the same time, the man hid under the horse's belly and shot an arrow, which also shot at Wang Tanghe's horse, and the two rolled to the ground at the same time. ,

"Little White Dragon! You bastard, take your life! ”

The mount he had selected was sacrificed, and Wang Tanghe was so angry that his eyes were full of blood, and he pulled out another short gun, but it only hit the opponent's arm. Then he drew his sword, and the other drew his sword, and one injured his leg and the other injured his hand, and they fought in one place.

The 3,000 guerrilla army was deeply embedded in the tide of more than 10,000 horses of the Qing army, and both sides no longer had momentum. Wang Tanghe's battle was almost the epitome of all the Guerrilla soldiers, relying on the many muskets he carried, he knocked down countless men and horses in the head, and at the same time was attacked by the opponent's dense feathered arrows, and despite the protection of the helmet cuirass, his arms and legs were injured everywhere.

All of the Rangers were issued with a Permanent Calendar Musket and two simplified Moon Thunderbolts, and almost all of them purchased one or two of their own muskets. Before using the distributed sabers, each of them fired four or five in a row, which caused the Qing army's more than 10,000 horse teams to turn on their backs, and they were a little at a loss for a while.

It can be seen that after several rounds of firearms from the guerrilla army, there were no more firearms, and the Qing army calmed down. This horse team not only has the Shaanxi-Gansu Green Battalion, which has been in battle for a long time from their ancestors to themselves, but also the Xi'an and Jingzhou banner soldiers who are arrogant and unwilling to admit defeat, as well as the forbidden brigade Manmeng banner soldiers who came out of the Beijing banner and are full of thoughts about earning meritorious deeds by this battle. After stabilizing his position, he waved his waist knife, held a pike dart, stretched his bow and arrows, and rode his horse to rush towards the guerrilla army.

The guerrilla army first swung their swords on their horses to hedge, but their riding skills were far inferior to their opponents, and they fell off their horses and were killed and injured. The officers came to their senses, beckoned their subordinates to dismount and form formations, guns with bayonets, and fought in small formations one by one.

On the west side of the battlefield, the men and horses were howling, and they didn't see the torrent of horses rolling up the red-clothed soldiers, but they were blocked by a force of no more than three or four thousand red-clothed soldiers.

"Don't worry, the horse team of the thief army is just moths to the fire, and it won't be able to stop it for long."

Zhao Hongcanyun comforted everyone lightly, but out of the corner of his eyes, he glanced at Kangxi, who had a very bad face.

"That horse team, was already used as a pawn by the thief army, I really couldn't have imagined, I thought that the thief army relied on the weapon, but there were such brave dead soldiers, those cavalry, just learned to ride horses......"

Kangxi seemed to stay out of the matter, and there was obvious appreciation in his tone.

"That Li is demagoguery, there are always people who are very fooled!"

Fang Bao said so, but when he said it in his mouth, figures flashed in his mind, Yu Chongwen, Xin Qiji, Wen Tianxiang, and even Lu Xiangsheng, Shi Kefa, Chen Zizhuang, they also resolutely stepped into the place of death, are they also stupid?

The melee of the horse team led everyone's hearts, and I don't know how long it took, the cheers suddenly sounded, and the flag of the thief cavalry was faintly seen, and everyone was relieved and laughed. The national dynasty was unparalleled in cavalry and shooting, and the thief army was still weak in terms of horses, and finally it was defeated.

Turning his gaze to the front of the battlefield, the laughter was lowered. Those horizontal formations had shrunk into more than a dozen hollow quadrangular formations, less than three miles away from the artillery front at the foot of the mountain.

The Qing army's horse team got rid of the obstruction of the guerrilla army and continued to pour down, but the battle of the guerrilla army did not stop, but changed from a city wall to isolated reefs in the torrent.

Dozens of people led by Wang Tanghe were one of them, and he was still confronting the Qing general, and at the same time he was glad in his heart. This guy is skilled in combat, powerful and powerful, not injured in his right arm, he can only swing a knife with his left arm, and he has long become a ghost under his knife.

"If you can hurt my Daobao, you should be satisfied in this life, Han dog scum!"

The Qing general roared furiously as if he was not angry that he had not been able to lead the brigade to attack the British and Chinese army.

"Aren't all Tartars screaming, how can you still speak human language?"

Wang Tanghe snorted coldly, and followed his subordinates to pounce again, and the other party was also dozens of people gathered up, and the sword light flashed with the blood light. All around were galloping horses, the two sides were almost crowded together, there was no skill, no tricks, just slashing with knives. As long as there is still a breath left for those who fall to the ground, they will chop the other party's legs and feet, and the sound of the bell blade hitting and the puff blade entering the flesh is endless.

After half a ring, hundreds of people piled together, and no one stood steadily.

Wang Tanghe and the Qing general knelt face to face, Wang Tanghe's knife slashed at the other party's neck, but the other party held a shuttle dart, from top to bottom, from the neck obliquely into Wang Tanghe's breastplate. As Wang Tanghe breathed, streams of blood were spurting out from the top and bottom of the breastplate.

The Qing army's horse team rushed into the Anglo-Chinese defense line, and was divided by the hollow array that had been firmly arranged, and rushed in vain. Although there was no barbed wire array, Ma Su was already slowed down by the mud, and then intercepted by the guerrillas, lost the impact arrow, and still hit his head in front of the hollow phalanx.

Li Xian looked at the west side of the battlefield, his heart was like a knife, and in less than half an hour, the battle of the Guyi Army, like an epiphany, bloomed with a heart-palpitating brilliance, and then quietly dispersed. Of the three thousand warriors, perhaps no more than three hundred people can survive, and with the fall of the general banner of the Guyi Army, Wang Tanghe, his most appreciated disciple and confidant of the general, should also fall.

Thinking of Wang Tanghe, Li Xian's mind flashed back to a few years ago, when he was still Li Beijiang, he took advantage of the wind and waves of rice prices in Guangdong. At that time, he was attacked by Hunan Fubiao under Hunan Chunhuitang at the mouth of the Lianjiang River, and was almost blown away by a stray bullet. It was Wang Tanghe who was the first to jump onto the enemy boat, but he was poked down the river by the other party's spear, and he thought that Wang Tanghe was dead.

In a trance, several years passed, and Wang Tanghe died in front of him again, which was more thrilling and unforgettable than that time.

Taking a deep breath and suppressing the heat from the corner of his eyes, Li Xian looked ahead, and saw that the infantry phalanx was spitting neat gunpowder smoke on all sides, the Qing army horse team was rushing between the gaps in the phalanx, and there were scattered crowds retreating northward, he smiled. This level should have crossed the past...... ）