Late Ming Dynasty: Oops, I am surrounded by the Donglin Party

Boom boom boom boom——

Three hundred turtledove-foot guns fired at the same time, and more than a thousand lead bullets instantly covered the dozens of Tartars.

After the smoke cleared, only a few Tartars were struggling to get up, but they were hacked by Wang Jingduo and others.

This was just a small episode in the entire battlefield. On the other side, Sun Weifan was holding a three-barreled gun like a god of death. After the heavy cavalry left the battlefield, Sun Weifan fought more and more bravely.

Several arrows had already pierced his back, but they were all blocked by the heavy armor on his body. However, the number of personal soldiers around him was decreasing.

"Zheng Chong!"

When Chen Tao saw Zheng Chong being chopped to the ground, he roared and killed the Tartar in front of him, then quickly rushed to Zheng Chong. Song Liangzu also brought a dozen of his subordinates and approached Zheng Chong while killing them.

Chen Tao and Song Liangzu had followed Zhu Zhengliang and Zhou Dasheng's gang before, and had many conflicts with the Second Son Group, but at this time they all looked anxious.

Since the two of them entered the Beijing camp, although Zhang Shikang accepted them, they always felt a little awkward with the other members of the Second Sons' Group.

But those awkwardnesses were not to the point of watching someone die without helping. They were just small conflicts in childhood. Now, seeing Zheng Chong being chopped down, Chen Tao's eyes turned red.

"I'm not dead yet, hiss—" Zheng Chong struggled to get up, but the wound on his right hind leg was very deep. Zheng Chong grimaced in pain every time he moved.

"You guys, send General Zheng Shao to Fan Chengren, don't fight too long!" Chen Tao selected a few people from his subordinates behind him and gave them the order.

After half a year of rigorous training, the sons of nobles who were able to stay in the Beijing Camp have now all become middle and low-level generals in the Beijing Camp. Zheng Chong, like Chen Tao and Song Liangzu, is a sentry chief with one hundred soldiers under his command.

"Second brother Chen, I have killed one and a half Tartars, how about you?" Although Zheng Chong was sweating on his face due to the pain, he still did not forget to show off his achievements.

He is only sixteen years old this year, the youngest in the Second Sons Group except for Liu Jiawei who stayed in the capital to accompany the prince.

But it can be seen that he was extremely proud at this time. You know, even his father, Marquis Wu'an, had never touched a hair of the Tartars in his life.

And Zheng Chong not only went to the battlefield, but also killed more than one and a half Tartars!

As for the other half, he and one of his subordinates killed him together, so naturally half of the credit goes to him.

"You are always so impulsive. Shi Kang has already said that there will be plenty of opportunities to kill the Tartars in the future. There is no need to take risks for a momentary military achievement. Go back and heal your wounds."

As Chen Tao spoke, he ordered his men to escort Zheng Chong away from the battlefield. He did not want to attack Zheng Chong as he had already killed three people.

The entire battle situation was very tense. Although the morale of the soldiers in the Beijing camp was high and generals such as Sun Weifan and Niu Gang were leading the charge, the fighting power of the Jiannu was not to be underestimated.

Half an hour later, the casualties on both sides exceeded 10%, but neither side showed any signs of panic.

You have to know that in ancient times, most armies would have begun to retreat when their casualties reached 10%.

As long as a group of people start to retreat, it can easily cause a complete rout of the front. Once a complete rout occurs, they will often become lambs to be slaughtered in a panic.

The expansion of victory was not achieved during the battle, but in the process of pursuing the defeated soldiers.

Zhang Shikang felt very sad when he saw many soldiers he knew lying in a pool of blood, but he knew that the initiative of the war was not in the hands of the Beijing camp, and he had to fight whether he wanted to or not.

The Beijing camp is basically composed entirely of infantry. If they retreat, the consequences will be disastrous. You must know that the Jiannu infantry also has war horses.

It was precisely because of this that Zhang Shikang felt extremely aggrieved. His equipment was inferior to others, and he did not have as many war horses as others.

After the war, he must find a way to make money. Those people are responsible for the deaths of the soldiers in the Beijing camp and even the disadvantages of all the wars in the Ming Dynasty. Those people have an unshirkable responsibility.

The Beijing Army could not retreat, but the Jian Nu did not want to retreat. The more Yue Tuo fought, the angrier he became. A ragtag army that came out of nowhere actually resisted his Eight Banners warriors.

What made him even more angry was that some of the enemy's firearms could actually penetrate heavy armor directly. This was the first time he had encountered this before.

In that charge alone, his Red Banner lost more than a hundred heavily armored cavalrymen. Although Yue Tuo also felt that he suffered heavy losses in the last battle with Nalu Xiangsheng, infantry and heavy armored cavalry cannot be compared.

It costs a huge amount of money to train a heavy cavalry. Each heavy cavalry is an excellent infantryman and an excellent archer. They have superb riding skills and are fearless of death.

But he died from the firearms of these damn Han people.

You have to know that the entire Red Banner had only a little over a thousand heavily armored cavalry, and more than 10% of them were lost in one go.

If he hadn't been feeling unwell, Yue Tuo would have gone to the battlefield himself. However, the more he thought about it, the angrier he got. He felt dizzy and his body was out of control, so he almost fell off his horse.

"Your Highness." Kong Youde, who was standing by, quickly gave a hand and prevented Yue Tuo from making a fool of himself.

Yue Tuo shook his head to wake up, but he did not even look at Kong Youde. Sun Zhixie suggested that he should see a doctor, but Yue Tuo ignored him.

He did not trust Han medical officers, just as the Han people did not trust the Jurchens. He had even been assassinated by Han slaves before.

"General, the battle is intense. Should we ask the heavy cavalry to make another charge?" a Manchu general asked.

"Hmph, you always tell me that Han people are sheep, why are you silent now?" Yuetuo looked around and seemed very dissatisfied with his subordinates.

The number of soldiers on both sides was not much different. Even the border troops of the Ming Dynasty could not hold out for so long. Yuetuo felt that this was because his generals were too arrogant.

"Kong Youde, this general orders you to lead your troops to support the front line. Don't let this general down again!"

Yue Tuo was reluctant to send the heavy cavalry to fight in the end, but instead asked Kong Youde, who had rested for more than half an hour, to provide support.

Kong Youde was first defeated by Lu Xiangsheng and then by the Beijing camp, which really disappointed him. There was a hint of warning in his words.

"I obey your order." Kong Youde quickly saluted.

He knew that Yuetuo was reluctant to see any more casualties among the heavy cavalry, but even though he was dissatisfied, Kong Youde did not dare to say anything more at this time.

Half a quarter of an hour later, Kong Youde commanded his 6,000 men to rush to the battlefield.

These six thousand infantrymen were like fresh blood, injecting vitality into the tense battlefield.

But it didn't take long for the soldiers of the Beijing Camp to discover that compared to the fearless Tatar soldiers, these new enemies who had joined the battlefield were much easier to kill.

Zhang Shikang could tell at a glance that these enemies were all Han people, or it would not be an exaggeration to say that they were traitors. He despised these people very much and immediately issued a military order to kill these Han troops first.

When foreign races invaded, you, as a Han Chinese, did not help your own people, but instead helped the foreign races to slaughter your own people. People like you should not live in this world.

Kong Youde's soldiers rebelled against the Ming Dynasty because of mutiny. Their military discipline was certainly not as good as that of the Jiannu, and their combat quality was only average, only slightly better than the bandits.

In addition, they were beaten without any chance to fight back by the musketeers of the Beijing Camp from the very beginning, and many of them were even afraid. Now they were being targeted by the Beijing Camp soldiers, and they immediately showed signs of not being able to hold on.

Kong Youde knew that if he was defeated again, he would probably be impeached when he returned, so he personally supervised the battle with a sword in hand and barely managed to maintain the situation.

Not long after, the sound of galloping war horses was heard again not far away.

Wei Shuangyong, the lieutenant general of the cavalry of the Beijing camp, seized the opportunity and, together with the remnants of Lu Xiangsheng and Hu Dawei's troops, broke out of the encirclement of Zu Dachun's army of the Jiannu and quickly joined up with most of the troops of the Beijing camp.

The three thousand cavalrymen penetrated straight into the rear of Kong Youde's troops like a sharp sword. In less than half a quarter of an hour, Kong Youde's troops were defeated.

The retreat of these Han troops was like a fuse, setting off a chain reaction, and the Tatar infantry, who had long been exhausted, also ran back.

The Jiannu's front collapsed immediately.

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