The Revolt of the Three Feudatories: All-in at the start in Beijing

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The cannons brought out this time numbered six hundred, including five hundred light field guns weighing five hundred jin each, one hundred heavy cannons weighing one thousand jin each, and twenty heavy siege cannons weighing three thousand jin each, all pointing south to the Wu army camp.

With an army of 100,000, 70% equipped with firearms, and 600 cannons of various types, this was undoubtedly a top-tier fighting force in this era. Looking across the world, even the French army could not rival it.

Sitting on the gilded dragon chariot, surrounded by his generals and soldiers in the center of the army, Liu Mu looked at the endless artillery formation and felt a surge of pride and high spirits.

Looking up at the Wu army camp to the south, he spoke with a hint of mockery and disdain, muttering to himself, "Wu Sangui, what do you have to fight me with? Your rabble and your stubbornness?"

He knew all too well that the reason why cannons could not become legendary in this era was because of low production capacity and outdated technology.

After decades of plundering and accumulating resources in the west, the Manchus had only managed to acquire less than a thousand cannons in total, most of which were old cannons from the previous dynasty, with very few usable heavy cannons.

Even if Wu Sangui took over Yue Le's cannons and gave them all, the total number would not exceed five hundred, and most of them would be small cannons with insufficient power, whose range and lethality were far inferior to the cannons under his own command.

The Han dynasty was able to have such a cannon array not because it relied on the legacy of the Manchu Qing dynasty, but entirely because it broke through the technological bottleneck of polishing the inner wall of the cannon barrel.

In the past, when casting cannons, the inner walls of the cannon barrels were uneven, and most of them could only be scrapped and recast. Now, with the breakthrough in polishing, coupled with the steam mining to ensure a sufficient supply of iron, all the previously discarded cannon barrels have been repaired and made usable, resulting in the magnificent scene of six hundred cannons lined up today. This is an absolute crushing of technology and production capacity.

"stop!!!"

When the two sides were 500 paces apart, Gao Qilong immediately waved his command flag, and all the Han soldiers immediately stood still, while the artillerymen behind him quickly pushed their cannons to the front.

Looking at the well-organized Han army and the impenetrable array of cannons, Wu Sangui suddenly gripped the monocular telescope in his hand, his knuckles turning white, and his voice becoming somewhat hoarse.

"Beat them! Beat them for me!"

"Attack now!"

Upon hearing this, Hu Guozhu showed fear, his face turned deathly pale, and the hilt of his knife was soaked with sweat.

"Your Majesty! They have too many cannons. Let's hold out for a few days and wait for reinforcements from Jiangxi and Xichuan to arrive..."

"Reinforcements? Where are the reinforcements?!" Wu Sangui turned his head sharply, his eyes filled with a crazed ferocity. "This time, the Han army is coming from three directions. By the time they arrive, my bones will be cold. Today at Bowangpo, either Galdan will die, or I will perish!"

"Give the order: bring all the cannons up! Even if it costs lives, give him a good beating!"

At this point, Wu Sangui seemed to have gone a bit mad, his eyes were red, somewhat like he had conjunctivitis.

Even Ma Bao, his closest confidant, dared not utter a word at this moment, gritting his teeth and brandishing his knife, shouting, "Brothers! Charge with me!"

In an instant, horns sounded in unison from the Wu army's ranks, and the previously loose formation began to surge wildly. Nearly three hundred cannons of various sizes were pushed to the front of the formation by the soldiers.

Meanwhile, the cannon fodder soldiers on both sides were also forced forward by the supervisory team's knives, crying and screaming as they charged forward, their eyes filled with despair.

Meanwhile, the 100,000 elite troops in the central army formed a dense shield formation and advanced, while the last 5,000 cavalrymen also moved towards the flanks and charged towards the Han army formation to the north.

Upon seeing this, Gao Qilong shook his head. He considered this method of fighting, where the entire army charges forward, to be the most foolish. Because once the number of soldiers reaches a certain level, they cannot all take over the duties, and it only wastes the soldiers' energy.

Thinking this, Gao Qilong slowly raised his right hand, his fingertips pointing south, his voice as cold as iron: "Order the artillery to fire their first salvo, covering the central army of Wu!"

The messenger standing guard immediately waved the command flag.

Before long, five hundred light field guns, each weighing five hundred pounds, opened fire. With loud bangs, iron bullets rained down on Wu's elite infantry formation.

The enormous recoil caused the artillery vehicle to roll backward repeatedly.

Immediately following, one hundred heavy cannons weighing 1,000 jin and twenty heavy siege cannons weighing 3,000 jin opened fire.

The cannonballs fired were almost the size of small watermelons. One cannonball hit the crowd and instantly tore the Wu soldiers to pieces. Even a small cannon could penetrate through them.

Instantly, screams, wails, and the sound of weapons falling to the ground filled the Wu army's ranks. Those cannon fodder soldiers who charged at the forefront were bombarded by artillery fire before they even got close to the Han army's formation, leaving corpses strewn across the field and their blood staining the green wheat seedlings red.

Even Wu Sangui's elite central army was thrown into chaos by the artillery fire, their shield walls collapsed, and they fled westward screaming, wishing they had lost a leg.

Wu Sangui stood on the earthen platform, his eyes bloodshot. He suddenly drew his sword from his waist and pointed it to the sky: "Charge! Charge forward for me! So what if Galdan has cannons? I have 100,000 elite troops!"

But his words, amidst the roar of cannons, sounded so pale and powerless, and somewhat like impotent rage.

At that moment, the Han army's six thousand musketeers simultaneously halted their advance, pointed their guns at the Wu army, and pulled the triggers, rang out six thousand shots at once!

Under the dense hail of bullets, the Wu cavalrymen at the forefront were riddled with bullets, their horses and riders falling from their horses with screams of agony.

As for the infantry, they were utterly helpless. Wherever the bullets swept across, soldiers fell in droves, their blood flowing down the ground.

Standing beside Liu Mu, Zhou Peigong looked at the overwhelming battle situation before him and a relieved smile appeared on his face: "Your Majesty, the Wu army is in disarray. Our army can launch a general offensive now!"

Liu Mu nodded slightly, his gaze sharp as an eagle: "Order the spearmen to form a shield wall, the cavalry to flank them, the artillery to maintain suppression, and the entire army to advance and capture Wu Sangui alive!"

"Long live His Majesty the Emperor!"

Twenty thousand spearmen shouted in unison and advanced rapidly, while twenty thousand cavalrymen split into two columns to the west, flanking the Wu army from the left and right flanks.

The infantry formations of the Han army slowly advanced, and the Wu army, which originally seemed massive, collapsed as quickly as paper under the fierce attack of the Han army.

As Wu Sangui watched his dwindling army and his generals fall one by one, his last glimmer of hope was shattered.

He knew that he was doomed to defeat today, and that defeat would be utter.

"Liu Mu! I am not reconciled! I am not reconciled!" Wu Sangui let out a mournful roar, turned his horse around, and tried to lead his remaining troops to break through the encirclement and escape back to Wancheng.

Yes, he's starting to be indecisive again.

I don't want to fight anymore!

But as soon as he turned around, he saw a troop of burly Han cavalry charging out from the front, led by Liu Dingbian: "Wu Sangui, your death is near!"

"Get out of the way!"

With red eyes, Wu Sangui swung his sword at Liu Dingbian.

After dodging to the side, Liu Dingbian swept his spear horizontally, striking Wu Sangui's arm with his first blow.

Wu Sangui was in pain, and his steel knife clattered to the ground. He was surrounded by the Han cavalry. Liu Dingbian dismounted and threw his ivory flintlock pistol and ammunition on the ground.

"His Majesty has decreed that you are permitted to commit suicide!"