In the Battle of Molodi seventy years ago, 60,000 Krim cavalry were defeated by more than 20,000 Russian troops equipped with match rope guns and some artillery. The decline of traditional nomadic cavalry in military history has become an irreversible general trend.

Now the five or six hundred combat qualities are far inferior to the Kerchin cavalry of the Krim cavalry who have been fighting for many years, and they have always been towards the musketeers of a battalion.

All that awaits them is death!

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"Swoosh--" Several deafening explosions sounded one after another in front of the Zheng army's front. Then a sharp roar sounded in the ears of the charge Korchin cavalry.

The Zheng army artillery bombed the shotgun first.

The range (shot bullets) of these five-jin cannons is not comparable to that of tiger squat cannons. Before the Korqin people's bows and arrows were shot out, small bullets were shot in overwhelmingly.

"Swoosh..." The sound kept ringing in his ears, and a triangular iron rubbed against Gerimu's cheek. He immediately felt a heat on his left cheek, which was covered in beard.

But Gerimu did not stop the horse, but tightened his body as much as possible, wishing to hide himself behind the horse's neck. Although his belly was too big, his strength was really not allowed.

Then, he fought desperately.

He is not the first time he is on the battlefield. The Han people's firearms are quite powerful, but they have to reload the bullets after they are fired. If you don't take advantage of this skill to quickly rush to kill, will you be bombed again later?

"Don't stop, don't stop, the Han people are right in front of us. Let us rush up, tear them all into pieces, and let them all go to the eighteen levels of hell-"

Gerimu still shouted loudly at the herdsmen behind him with blood hanging on his face, and always charged at the forefront.

The gunshots rang out, but they were not dense. The Korqin cavalry who were rushing on the front line would have to fall as long as they were hit, and the blood corpse fell to the ground. But this did not affect the subsequent horse soldiers' continued charge. The Korqin cavalry was not the modern cavalry of European countries, so the formations between each other should not be too scattered.

Ge Rimu even laughed happily. His head was already hiding behind the horse's neck, and he couldn't see the specific scene ahead, but he could think of it as long as he thought about it - Zheng Jun was in chaos, and someone was shooting guns randomly.

And it is normal for the screams of the people around him to scream. Is Zheng Jun's guns sharp?

If the Ming army had fired from such a distance, they would definitely not kill anyone. Zheng Jun could kill people every time he could kill people, it would be worthy of being sharp.

In order to maintain its own image, the Qing Dynasty's propaganda of Zheng Jun always highlighted its sharpness in guns and cannons. It was natural that people like Korqin Mongolia, who did not know the inside story, ignored the Zheng Jun's military qualities.

The Korqin cavalry in front of Gerimuhao suddenly fell from the war horse without even humming. They raised their heads slightly, and through the swaying horse mane, Gerimu had already seen the Zheng army line about twenty feet ahead of him, and some people were dragging muskets and running backwards.

The musketeers with the turtledove-legged guns and the big turtledove-legged guns had to quickly get out of the way after firing. But in Ge Rimu's eyes, it was a sign that the Zheng army began to collapse.

"Kill, kill..."

The sound of horse hooves was getting closer and closer to the front of the formation.

Shi Lang stood up in front of the array with his waist knife, staring at the rushing Mongolian cavalry. Even though the latter had shot arrows at them, he still had to wait until the Korqin people rushed straight to the front ten feet of the formation before raising the knife.

"Beep..." It was still the sharp sound of suona.

"Boom..." A fire with more than 20 tiger squat cannons fired together. Ge Rimu felt his mind trembled, just like a big thunder blew his ears. This was not a musket, it was a completely comparable artillery. And he was about to get off the war horse and suddenly got short. When he came to his senses, he had already been saved to the ground, and his arms and legs were all as painful as his heart.

But Ge Rimu still used a complete arm to force half of his body, and saw a large number of corpses of people and horses covering his eyes.

"Kill..."

Shi Lang lifted the sword and ran forward. More than a thousand Zheng army musketeers with bayonets behind him were surging, and the remaining Korqin cavalry were destroyed like a rush. These people were stunned by the critical strike. When the Zheng army culled up, they didn't even beat the horse and turned around. When they came to their senses, it was too late. Bayonets penetrated straight towards the war horses and into the people, which was so fierce.

In the end, the entire team had five or six hundred people, and only a few ten or twenty people survived.

Wu Keshan could swallow his fists even with his mouth open. Zheng Jun was so terrifying... This was something he absolutely did not expect.

"Brother, what should I do?" Sweat was already seeping from Manzhu Xili's forehead.

BumuButaiyong has four older brothers. The second brother Chahan died early, and the third brother Sonom left behind in Korqin. The eldest brother Wu Keshan and the fourth brother Manzhu all came.

Man Zhu learned the rituals and discussed his experience on the battlefield, but he was not as good as Wu Keshan. Before, he saw Zheng Jun’s weak front line, but he thought that it was just like that. With the iron cavalry rushed, he could easily win it. He never thought that Zheng Jun would be so perverted.

"Grimur rushed forward with only 100 or 100 people left. The Zheng army is indeed powerful. But will we retreat if the Zheng army is powerful? Who are we? We are Korqin, the uncle of the Qing emperor, and the empress dowager's mother's home. Whoever retreats, we cannot retreat."

Wu Keshan waved his whip and pointed forward, "This time we will divide the troops, and you will personally lead a team of people to surround us from the left."

"Badali!" The prince of the right wing of Korchin. In the eleventh year of Tianming (1626), he named his father Oba as Tushiyetu Khan. In the seventh year of Tiancong (1633), he gave Oba the title of Badali Jinon and inherited the title of Khan. In the first year of Chongde (1636), he promoted Badali as Prince Zazak Heshuotushiyetu and his hereditary cabinet. "Take people to surround him from the right."

"I personally lead someone to the front!"

Wu Keshan's tactics are simple, but also very practical.

They have many people and many powers, so there is no need to rush in one direction.

After seeing the Mongolian posture, Zheng Zhilong glanced at it and saw that Shi Lang had already commanded his firearm camp to set up three small hollow block arrays, and he couldn't help but smile.

When he asked someone to mercense this thing, no one thought it worked. But now, the hollow array is a must-have for musketeers in field defense warfare.

He waved his hand and transferred a musket battalion there, and then asked Zhou Yi to lead the cavalry team to prepare. He didn't believe that the group of herders in Korqin had received the baptism of gunfire twice, and could they still fight against the cavalry battalion?

He continued to look at the city wall.

He could no longer see the Tartars on the top of the city. The only few cannons either collapsed the cannon stand or were directly overturned off the city wall. Gan Hui and his men set up a guard in front of the city gate, and the subsequent troops were transporting counterweight projectors to the front of the city.

Zheng Zhilong didn't want to use this thing to collapse Shengjing City. The power of this thing is not much worse than that of cannons, but Zheng Zhilong has more light and heavy cannons under his command. If he wants to collapse Shengjing, he doesn't need these catapults to join in the fun.

He is going to throw fire bombs into Shengjing City.

Zheng Zhilong, who had never thought that he had fought with the Tartars in Shengjing, had his current idea, actually to set a fire for Shengjing. The Tartars were in full swing, so wouldn't he have to set a fire for the situation?

Now in front of Shengjing City, there are bustling heavy counterweight catapults being pushed to the front of the city with military and civilians, and carriages are transporting extra-large wooden bullets back and forth.

Wooden bullets weighed from thirty or forty kilograms to 180 kilograms. Some were solid, while others were hollowed out. Those who had their stomachs were stuffed into it. Gunpowder and tinder oil were common. Use a wooden shell to repair the outside, and then the whole wood was bounced over and rolled over, and it was ignited and threw it into Shengjing City. It was so beautiful when it landed on the ground!

"boom--"

A hollow wooden ball fell on the bluestone road of Shengjing South Street with a raging flame. A layer of shells outside immediately broke into pieces and splashed open. A tightly wrapped vine ball inside was exposed, and the vine ball had already ignited the fire, igniting the medicinal powder bag inside. In this way, a fire-burning vine ball with the medicinal powder bag inside jumped out and rolled out three or two feet away, and then it exploded.

It was a small mushroom that rose from South Street.

That's not all, there are even more disgusting sulphur bombs called Daishan and Jirgalang. Once they land, sulphurs will splash. Isn't that sparks splash?

If you have good luck, you will splash all over the floor. If you have bad luck, you will burn a large area of ​​people and dozens of people are stained with tinea oil. Not to mention how miserable the scene is.

On the edge, if you are lucky, you can extinguish it. If you are not lucky, you will have to die. Instead of struggling and crying and finally being burned to death by the fire, it is better to give yourself a knife first and die happily.

Not to mention the fire ignited in the city, the wind helped the fire, and there were crying and shouting in Shengjing City.

The most unlucky one is Jirgalang. His Prince Zheng’s mansion is located in the southwest of Shengjing, close to the small south gate. The fire bomb must not be able to hit it, but the burning flames quickly burned to the edge of the prince’s mansion. By the middle of that day, the entire Prince Zheng’s mansion had fallen into a fire.

Jirgalang was so angry that he wanted to go all out.

Especially after he found that Zheng Zhilong set a fire in Shengjing City, he packed up his troops and looked like he was about to go back home, and he was even more angry. As you worked hard to kill the city of Shengjing City, you were going to set fire to my prince's mansion?

Of course, this is a joke. The fire burned one-third of the smallest area in Shengjing City, and the Qing Dynasty suffered huge losses.

Zheng Zhilong led his troops to retreat at this time because Zheng Zhiguan sent someone to send news that Dorgon had asked Duoduo to lead 20,000 troops back to the outside of the pass. Judging from the time, Duoduo's troops should have arrived in Jinzhou at this time. Although the rivers in Liaodong are wide, Zheng Zhilong cannot take risks, right? If Duoduo chose the downstream and blocked the gap, wouldn't it be Zheng Zhilong?

What's more, this time he went north from the mouth of Liaohe River, defeated Niuzhuang, defeated Anshan, and defeated Liaoyang, and fought all the way to Shengjing. This incident was passed back to the pass, which would also cause a sensation in the world.
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