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Volume 1 Night Border Town Chapter 722 Battle at Dawn

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    Sony became even more worried after seeing the strength of the Ming army.  He did not doubt that Zhai Zhe showed him the most willing tribesmen.  But he didn't see the most terrifying army in the rumors, as well as countless iron cannons and carts.  When he came, he passed through the Tongzhou Barracks. When Abatai held a military meeting, he had the opportunity to sit in. Whether it was Mu Zilun and other generals or Li Chengdong's Han military generals, they all lost the courage to fight the Ming army decisively.  Cavalrymen in bright armor surrounded the envoys in splendid robes and walked north. No one spoke a word along the way.  It was late, the sun was hanging in the west sky, there was no wind, and the canal was so quiet that no waves could be seen.  The water was very turbid, the number of dead bodies in it had increased in the past few days, and there was a faint smell emanating from it.  After crossing the Xianghe River, it was only forty miles away from the Qing army camp. Che Feng saw Mongolian scouts with bows on guard not far away.  Sony saw that the general soldier next to him was a Mongolian. He was surprised that a Mongolian could reach such a high military position in the Ming army. Then he thought of Zhai Zhe's experience in Tumut and guessed the origin of Che Feng.  When they were about to leave, he said in a condescending manner: "Chief Che, Ombu Khan is in Shengjing." "Yeah." Che Feng snorted dissatisfiedly: "I am a Han." He hated others treating him as a Mongolian, because  Due to his appearance, he could never get over the fact that others thought of him as a Mongolian.  Sony was unhappy when he saw the wind in the car, so he didn¡¯t continue what he said.  "I will send the envoy here." Che Feng reined in his horse and pointed forward, "If we go further, we might see blood." His rudeness and rudeness made it impossible not to think of him as a barbarian.  Sony handed over his hand: "Thank you, Commander-in-Chief, for sending me off." The Ming Army cavalry and envoys separated.  Qinglu's scout cavalry picked up Sony and headed north along the canal.  When the light cavalry of the Ming army returned to the central army like a gust of wind and rain, the chariot wind saw a scene that was about to boil.  There is no singing, and the tents that were standing just now are disappearing one by one like balloons that have been deflated by someone.  The soldiers were in formation, and the artillery carts pulled by mules and horses formed a large circle. The soldiers were loading iron pellets and powder boxes into the artillery carts.  "Is this an attack? A night attack?" Che Feng looked up at the sky, as if he was prepared a little early.  An orderly soldier wearing chain armor came galloping over with a triangular command flag in his hand: "Commander Che, please listen to the order. You don't need to return to the central army to reply. Order the troops and horses of our headquarters to break camp immediately and march three miles to the right of Li Zhian's department. The scouts went out."  Camp, report the movements of the Qing soldiers and horses at the moment. ""Yes," Chafeng turned the horse's head: "We are really going to attack." The Ming army threw their tents and food and baggage to the last remaining soldiers, and moved out in full force, heading towards Tongzhou.  go.  Zhai Zhe and Feng Qin go together.  The guards and cavalry all polished their swords, and each man carried three self-propelled cannons.  The sky gradually darkened, and the Ming army lit torches.  Seen from a distance, the light in the dense march is like the shining Milky Way in the sky.  A group of scorching fire is marching, Yan Yingyuan and Yuan Qizhou are the two horns of the assault, and the Fengqin Department is following closely behind.  Li Laiheng, Li Zhi'an and Sun Zhijing were behind. Zhai Zhe and Fengqin were urging their horses in parallel. The moonlight was cool. He looked up at the sky: "The moon is really bright tonight." The moon in the sky seemed to have been rubbed off.  One point is perfection.  "Bao" scouts rushed towards the Chinese army, the torch in their hands drew a bright line in the air, "Qinglu Qingqi intercepted in the front, harassing our vanguard with feather arrows" Feng Qin calmly ordered: "Order Yuan Qizhou and Yan Yingyuan to speed up  March, defeat and intercept, cross Xianghe River for fifteen miles to rest." Not long after the scouts left, the sound of gunshots and shouts of killing came from more than ten miles ahead.  Feng Qin turned his head to look at Zhai Zhe and said calmly: "Without iron cannons, our Ming soldiers can compete with the Qing prisoners." Zhai Zhe knew that Yuan Qizhou's tribe was the most enterprising in the army.  He is a natural forward candidate.  Yan Yingyuan governed the army with determination and would rather be in pieces than in ruins. Regardless of whether he was defending or attacking, the more dangerous he was in, the more he could exert his combat effectiveness.  The Qing Dynasty cavalry who came to harass did not stop the Ming army, and the army actually accelerated its march.  In the dark night, every time the Ming army's blunderbuss sounded, it brought out a ray of light.  In this dim light, one could not see a person's face within five steps. There was only a flash of light, like countless fireflies flying at low altitude.  "This is the age of firearms." Yuan Qizhou attacked surrounded by his own soldiers. Ever since he was Lu Xiangsheng's military supervisor, he had always liked to rush to the front line at a certain moment and let the knife in his hand drink blood.  Half an hour later, the Qinglu Qingqi in the darkness retreated, and the noisy gunfire stopped.  Until the time of Chou, the Ming army crossed the Xianghe River for fifteen miles to rest, and no more Qing soldiers and horses appeared.  The dew at the turn of summer and autumn was heavy, and the soldiers were busy covering the boxes filled with gunpowder with cowhide.  Zhai Zhe, Feng Qin, Fang Jin, Bao Guang and others formed a circle to bite dry biscuits while Feng Qin drank.He took a sip of water, took the cake crumbs from his mouth into his stomach, and said, "After dawn, the Qing soldiers will be waiting for us on the plain opposite." Zhai Zhe didn't say anything. Bao Guang asked curiously: "Why?" "Fear, fear, fear."  "People who dare not fight in the dark will make them even more frightened." Zhai Zhe said with a smile, "It is indeed torture to be your opponent." The army rested for an hour and set off again.  The moonlight disappeared, and the morning star was embedded in the eastern sky.  The war horses lowered their heads and advanced at the same speed as the infantry. They were accumulating strength.  The morning star gradually blurred, the soldiers in the military formation extinguished their torches, and only the sound of footsteps was left in the sky and earth.     Sudden.  There was a subtle roar from ahead, the earth was shaking, and the water in the canal was rippled with fish scales.  The scouts ran wildly, with scattered torches flying, saying "The Tatars are coming" and "The Tatar cavalry are coming". After Tongzhou was the capital, and Abatai had no way to retreat.  The row of black shadows on the plain looks like floodwaters that have broken through the embankment.  Yuan Qizhou roared: "Array, array." The Jurchen formation with the windlass was pushed to the front of the formation, and the Jurchens' iron hooves had already stopped a hundred steps away.  The dense arrows shot over the soldiers who were pushing back the horse formation through the sparse light.  During the gap, the cavalry rushed forward without slowing down until they dismounted in front of the horse-rejecting formation. They reached out and grasped the bronze pole of the horse-rejecting formation in an attempt to overturn these nasty spears.  "Open the gun, open the gun" The lead passed through the gaps in the horse-rejecting formation, and the Jurchens, who were covered in holes, tried their best to overthrow the horse-rejecting formation.  "Kill!" The cavalry rushed in from the gap in the hastily established horse-rejecting formation.  Yuan Qizhou shouted: "The gunmen retreat". There was no need for him to shout. This was a strategy that had been practiced hundreds of times in daily training.  The five rows of musketry soldiers turned around and returned to the military formation the moment the horse-repelling formation was broken. The moment the cavalry pounced on them with their machetes reaching the back of their heads, they disappeared into the dense phalanx of spears behind them.  The Jurchens dismounted, held swords in both hands and charged towards the crowded phalanx of Ming army spearmen who were almost out of breath.  People who worry about gains and losses cannot make up their minds to fight to the death. Abatai has more courage to fight than Dorgon.  He had never fought against Feng Qin. Although he had heard from the generals that the Ming army's artillery fire was terrifying, he had never seen the Ming army's artillery fire with his own eyes.  So after he heard that the Ming army was marching to Tongzhou last night, he arranged for this dawn battle to wait for work. The most ferocious white-armored soldiers were in the front line, and the heavy-armored soldiers abandoned their horses and charged into the crowded Ming army.  It's not that they are brave, but that the closer they get to the Ming army, the safer they will be, so that the Ming army's cannons hiding in the rear cannot find the opportunity to fire.  They fought hundreds of battles with the Ming army, and even fools figured out a way.  Five hundred steps away, Bolo urged his horse and shouted: "Sprint, sprint, don't look back." The cavalry's surprise attack had an excellent effect, and it was like a blood-sucking leech, clinging to the Ming army.  Through the battles of the past few days, he found that Yan Yingyuan's battle formation was well-defended, so he chose the direction of the strong attack as the Yuan Qizhou Army, hoping to defeat part of the Ming Army in one fell swoop, and then take the opportunity to fight the main force of the Ming Army in Tongzhou.  In front of him, the spear phalanx of the front army was smashed to pieces. Yuan Qizhou was furious. He urged his horse and led the middle army forward, shouting: "The gun soldiers spread out and fired freely. The second phalanx array raised their guns." The Ming army  The soldiers rushed towards the battlefield, their spears pointed crookedly at the sky, threatening the cavalry who dared to approach.  "Block" Yuan Qizhou slapped the horse's butt, and must not let the Qinglu's cavalry break the formation and charge, otherwise the ten thousand of them will become crawlers under the iron hoof.  The flat formation gradually transformed into an elongated shape, and the soldiers of the two armies fought together.  Feather arrows and blunderbuss shuttled across the battlefield, and the battle lines became crisscrossed.  The Qinglu's archers fired faster, but the Ming army's gunners did more damage to the Qinglu's soldiers.  The cavalry were circling on flying horses outside, and the ground was covered with caltrops. As long as the forest of spears had not fallen down, they could only sprint through the gaps, and the trickling water could not turn into a rushing flood.  The tank was pushed forward, but the gunner was helpless looking at the entangled battle lines ahead.  "What are you afraid of? I can defeat you without artillery." Yuan Qizhou urged his horse forward. He finally couldn't help but raise his long sword.  On the plain for more than ten miles, the two vanguards were attacked at the same time. The originally flat formation gradually thickened during the battle. They gradually pushed outward like two horns, exposing the forehead in the middle.  This forehead is not a fatal weakness, but a disguised rhino horn.  The seemingly chaotic artillery formation quickly sorted itself out. The gunners and soldiers escorted the direct-fire cannon forward unhurriedly, and the projectile cannon advanced towards the rear formation with two horns.  The scout in the morning mist blew his horn, then ran back desperately and jumped into the mud pit he had predicted a moment ago.  "WooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooAt dawn, the iron ball flew out parallel to the ground, before the Qinglu cavalry in front could clearly see the Ming army's iron cannon.  "Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo, you, the scouts.  Just now he saw the Qing soldiers sprinting towards them from a mile away.  If it gets brighter, he won't have to risk his life, but now, he must give up his life.  The projectile cannon landed three hundred steps behind the position where the two armies were fighting, and some poorly controlled iron balls landed on the battlefield.  Even if the Ming army was killed, it was inevitable.  The sun dispersed the morning fog, revealing the battlefield completely.  The god of the battlefield roared forward, crushing corpses under the wheels of the artillery cart.  They advance slowly, but they are irresistible.  Mu Zilen asked: "Do we still want the cavalry to charge?" Abate's face turned pale.  "When the Han people can match the soldiers of the Eight Banners in field battles, what advantage do we have?"
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