I was living at the end of the Ming Dynasty, and I dealt a brutal blow to the Eight Banners!

Zhang Jingchuan led five hundred cavalrymen out of the north gate in a grand procession, heading straight for the Qing army camp five miles away.

On the north gate tower, Shen Qiyuan watched Zhang Jingchuan's departing figure, and couldn't help but feel worried again. He said to Wu Guozhong, "General Wu, Lord Zhang's move is still too risky. What if..."

Wu Guozhong ignored Shen Qiyuan's hesitation and instead addressed the guards and captains behind him:

"Have all the musketeers go up to the city wall and adjust the cannons on the wall to a firing angle of 1,500 paces, ready to support the Lord at any time!"

"Yes!"

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Qing army camp,

Inside the central command tent, Prince Li, Daishan, listlessly flipped through the military book in his hands, feeling inexplicably irritated.

I'm getting a bit tired of reading military treatises now.

Dai Shan sighed sadly, tossed the military treatise aside, and rubbed his temples with his hand.

At this time,

Luo Luohun, the banner chief of the Bordered Red Banner, lifted the curtain and walked in.

"Grandpa, is something on your mind?"

Dai Shan shook his head; he was too lazy to tell his grandson about his worries.

"The art of war is to appear gentle and meet them with strength, to appear weak and take advantage of them with power."

When Dai Shan saw this sentence in the military book, he was first taken aback, and then, thinking about his own arrangements for Fuzhou City, he had a doubt: everything was going too smoothly.

According to the intelligence obtained about Zhang Jingchuan, although he is young, he is treacherous and cunning, and skilled in military tactics.

If Zhang Jingchuan were truly in Fuzhou City, how could he possibly sit idly by and wait for his own plans to fail? At the very least, he would make sure that his moves wouldn't be executed so easily.

Dai Shan sighed inwardly, hoping that his worries would not come true.

Seeing that his grandfather was unwilling to talk to him, Luo Luohun did not press him for details, but simply poured a cup of tea and placed it on Dai Shan's table.

at this time,

A commotion and chaos came from outside the tent, and the faint sound of alarms, "Clang! Clang! Clang!" could be heard.

"What's going on?!" Dai Shan suddenly stood up.

Enemy attack?

In Daishan and Luoluohun's minds, they were the first to be ruled out, because there were less than 10,000 Ming soldiers in Fuzhou City, while the Qing army camp had 40,000 soldiers. Moreover, it was broad daylight, so how could they be attacked by the enemy?

At sea, with the Goryeo navy holding them back, the Ming navy could not land.

Over at Xiaoheishan, there is Hauge's Zhenglan Banner guarding the area. Even if something unexpected happens, they will send a fast horse to report it.

The two couldn't imagine the possibility of being attacked by the enemy.

"Grandpa, I'm going out to take a look!" With that, Luo Luohun strode towards the tent exit.

Dai Shan looked solemn and was about to go out to take a look when he suddenly noticed that the tea in his cup was rippled.

following,

There was a series of gunshots and the thunderous sound of horses' hooves hitting the ground.

In an instant,

Daishan then realized that Zhang Jingchuan had led his cavalry to storm the camp!

"How dare he?!"

After Daishan rushed out of the tent, he looked up to the south, only to see billowing smoke and dust, making it impossible to see anything clearly.

The central command tent was located in the middle and rear of the camp. Moreover, Zhang Jingchuan did not actually charge into the Qing army's camp, because he was discovered by Qing scouts patrolling the side as soon as he left the city.

As he approached the Qing army camp, the camp began to sound an alarm. A Mongol bannerman on duty was the first to react, spurring his horse out of the camp to meet the charging Ming cavalry.

Although a Mongol banner had only 300 cavalrymen, they were not afraid of the 500 Ming cavalrymen; instead, they shouted excitedly.

They had fought against the Ming cavalry before and knew their strength. They were confident that even if there were another 500 Ming cavalrymen, they could still rout them, let alone if there were only 500.

however,

When these Mongol cavalrymen saw the Ming cavalrymen opposite them suddenly split into a "Y" shape and point their flintlock muskets at them, their hearts skipped a beat.

"Bang! Bang! Bang..."

The series of gunshots, like the roar of demons, devoured one life after another.

The Mongol cavalry, realizing what was happening, began to draw their bows and fire arrows. However, after firing a volley of arrows, they were met with a charge from Zhang Jingchuan and his hundred-odd riders.

Zhang Jingchuan possessed the archetype of Xiang Yu, the Hegemon-King of Western Chu, wielding the Hegemon-King Spear and moving through the Mongol cavalry as if they were nothing.

The Mongol cavalry commander tried to stop Zhang Jingchuan's offensive, but unexpectedly, he was stabbed off his horse by Zhang Jingchuan's Overlord Spear in a single exchange and died on the spot.

After a fierce battle,

The Mongol cavalry began to collapse and retreated hastily back to their camp.

Zhang Jingchuan did not lead his men to charge in, because he saw a large number of Qing troops beginning to assemble in the camp and converging on his side.

In terms of combat skills, the Qing army during this period was still quite capable.

After firing a volley at the Qing troops in the camp, Zhang Jingchuan led the remaining four hundred or so cavalrymen to retreat quickly.

Zhang Jingchuan's surprise attack on the Qing army camp was originally intended to provoke hatred, and now that his objective has been achieved, it's time for him to make a clean getaway.

When Luo Luohun arrived at the camp gate, he happened to witness Zhang Jingchuan's final round of shooting.

Seeing the corpses scattered all over the camp, and then noticing that the Ming army only had about four hundred cavalrymen, Luo Luohun's anger suddenly erupted. He led his cavalrymen in pursuit.

Four or five hundred riders dared to charge into their camp of tens of thousands of men. Zhang Jingchuan was practically slapping them in the face. Luo Luohun was young and impetuous, and he couldn't bear such a humiliation.

When Zhang Jingchuan noticed the pursuers behind him, he turned around and saw a large group of no less than a thousand cavalrymen.

A smile involuntarily crept onto his lips.

On the city wall of Fuzhou, Wu Guozhong, who had been watching the battle in the distance, narrowed his eyes when he saw the Qing cavalry pursuing his lord. A bold idea began to form in his mind.

"Pass on my order: withdraw all the cannons from the city walls, open the inner and outer city gates, and have the Sichuan-style troops line up inside the barbican to meet the enemy!"

Wu Guozhong's order startled Shen Qiyuan, a minister from Goryeo who was watching the battle from the sidelines.

Should we open the city gates and meet the enemy inside the barbican?

What the hell is this fighting style?

When Zhang Jingchuan, who was outside the city, saw the city gate slowly opening and the cannons on the city wall being removed, he instantly understood Wu Guozhong's idea.

This is a trap to lure the enemy in, then trap them and beat them!

Luo Luohun, who was in pursuit, was about to enter the range of the city's defensive cannons when he suddenly discovered that there were no cannons on the city walls, and he was overjoyed.

Could it be that Zhang Jingchuan hasn't had time to bring the cannons over yet?

At this moment, Luo Luohun had no time to think further, because he saw the city gates of Fuzhou City slowly opening.

Given the distance between him and the Ming cavalry in front, it was impossible for the Ming soldiers inside the city to close the city gates again before he reached the city. If he and his men increased their horse speed, they might be able to rush into the city one after the other.

In this way, I might be able to take Fuzhou City with just over a thousand cavalry!

"Men, quicken your horses, follow me and charge in to reclaim Huizhou City!"

As Luo Luohun shouted, the more than a thousand Qing cavalrymen behind him did not hesitate at all and spurred their horses to speed up.

They were no strangers to battles where Ming soldiers stormed into the city. The Qing army, their faces beaming with the joy of impending victory, were already fantasizing about where to plunder women and gold and silver treasures once they entered the city.

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