The army placed north of the pass is a scattered sign of sacrifice. It was the Xuanfu soldiers who were in the army and towns of various places who launched a large-scale aid to Liao in the past year. The leader was a guerrilla general from Xuanfu. The troops and horses of each town were very excluded in western Liaoning. Even the generals of You Shilu, the generals from the northwest, were equally excluded. Simply put, they were sent to the death of the outer army, which would benefit the generals in western Liaoning.

Under this premise, it is difficult for each town to cooperate with the Liaoxi General Group. It can fight small-scale encounters or defend the city. Once it is a large-scale war, such as the Battle of Songjin in the 14th year of Chongzhen, each town has different thoughts. The soldiers in Liao Town ran first, and the Xuanfu soldiers were not willing to let the people down, so they only left the Qin army in Songshan.

"How do you practice decomposition movements?"

The squadron leader of the warriors was roaring not far away, and he was very dissatisfied with the loading of the baggage soldiers.

"Since you mother, there are more than 40 reloading movements, and you don't usually do decomposition training seats? If you practice ten times a day, you won't be like your current hang-up!"

"Quick, fast, fast!"

The baggage and gunmen could only speed up their movements one after another as they shouted like thunder.

If a gunner loading is a giant gun with great power that has been tested, it is a large gun weighing more than ten pounds that imitate the Spanish heavy smoothbore gun. From loading to fixed bracket shooting, it takes more than ninety actions in total.

Simply put, taking out bullets from the bullet box can be considered one action, but it can also be considered four actions.

In the end, Jun Sijue's movements of a large-caliber smoothbore rifle could be broken down into more than 90. The time when he was released in front of the formation was nearly half slower than that of an ordinary flints, which was really not worth the effort.

Large-caliber smoothbore guns can help musketeers conduct quite long-range attacks. Well-crafted large-caliber musketeers have great power and ranges farther than ordinary small cannons. They can carry out terrifying attacks on heavy armored cavalry, but the disadvantage is that the firing process is cumbersome, and the most skilled heavy-duty musketeers are far less prone to the level of ordinary flints. The military command is still considering and hesitating whether to assemble.

Amid the sound of loading, all the gunmen loaded their muskets.

Because it is a barrier defense, the baggage soldiers have a much better mentality. Several important places are under the responsibility of the war squadron, and the veterans and soldiers in the squadron assist in command of the baggage soldiers.

When the heavy rain first cleared, the water on the ground was evaporated, and people felt uncomfortable. A concave arc defense line of one and a half miles long was initially established. Both sides were composed of car camps. Each car had a shooter. There were a small cannon, a tiger squat cannon, a crow gun, and a small Folang machine. More than one hundred large cars had more than a dozen small cannons. These cannons have decades of history. The quality of newly cast artillery by the Ming army in recent years was generally too poor. The materials cast decades ago were more particular than the current production materials, and the craftsmanship was more responsible.

These small-caliber artillery are not very powerful, but they are better than nothing.

The gunners were also baggage soldiers. They were nervously fiddling with the cannon body on the body of the car, trying to adjust the elevation angle of the muzzle so that the shells could fly out accurately, rather than rushing.

There were large card insertions in the middle of each car, and there were also baggage soldiers and gunmen standing in the middle of the card insertions. Some musket soldiers were placed on the side of the car camp. The bald soldiers brought down from the mountain were responsible for covering the entire car camp and ensuring that there was always firepower output on the side of the car camp.

The front line is very long, and Zhang Chunniu, Bald Head and others rode their horses on the front line to ensure that everything was in order.

The bald man shouted at the soldiers: "Keep the front, quiet, calm before the fire exchange."

The soldiers put on armor. The warriors had multiple iron armors, the warriors had mails, and the baggage soldiers were mostly cotton armor. A few baggage soldiers were not covered with armor. They were wearing gray military robes.

Under the blue sky is a large area of ​​land mixed with black and brown. On the right side of people are green and green mountains. On the left side are two official roads that are winding like snakes. There are no pedestrians or business trips. Only sparse weeds growing in the middle of the official road. The village houses and thatched houses have collapsed on both sides of the official road. In front is Guangning City, which has been demolished and burned.

This is a standard wasteland scene in later generations, but it is even more dilapidated and desolate.

A large crowd suddenly appeared on the horizon.

The blue robe and the red mandarin duck battle jacket were mixed with the military flag, and the military flag had long been thrown away. Many Ming soldiers also lost their weapons and ran forward with bare hands.

The panicked crowd stepped on the muddy road, splashing the grass and mud all over the body. People kept slipping and getting up and no one found it funny. These people were just trying to survive with God.

The gunners' breathing became rapid, and many of the baggage soldiers who went to the battlefield for the first time showed nervousness.

"Don't be afraid if you want to die!" The bald man shouted: "The more you are afraid, the faster you die!"

Most of the baggage soldiers who rushed to Liaodong this time fought, but on the battlefield, they were mainly Taidun Fortress of the garrison army. A few of them went to the real battlefield, but they were not fighting as the main force.

The main battle is the warriors. This time the baggage soldiers will become the protagonists of the war, and their tension is inevitable.

"Preparation" Sergeant chiefs saw the Central Military Commission waving the flags, and they ordered everyone to raise the muskets.

After a "rattle" sound, more than a thousand muskets were lifted up obliquely.

A small number of war soldiers formed small formations near the chariot camp. Their main task was to protect the chariot camp, and not allow the enemy cavalry to rush over from the chariot camp on the left wing, but directly cover the back of the entire defense line, and also rush to the valley entrance.

In addition to the battlefield visible in front of us, there seemed to be a shout of killing in the distance.

The bald man spitted on the ground and said to Zhang Chunniu: "This must be the rafter sent by Jianlu somewhere else. The thunder sounds loud and the raindrops are small, but it just gave the bastards the reason to withdraw."

The Ming army came to assist the Thirteen Mountains for the above. No general really wanted to fight with the Donglu here. In previous battles, no time did the Ming army be wiped out? Now it is said that Jianlu did not have the main force of the Eight Banners here, but who knows whether it would be a dangerous trap? To be safe, it would be better to leave early. As for whether the people who retreated from the mountain were safe and whether there was enough food, no one would really consider this.

As long as the Jurchens make some gestures, these grandsons will definitely run very fast and will never consider the safety of the convoy, although He Yusheng's convoy and baggage soldiers are just here to help.

As for the anger of the emperor and Sun Chengzong, they have to save their lives before facing them. Without their lives, everything is fake.

"Run to the left!"

"Run to the left and don't rush to the camp!"

"Don't rush to the fence, run to the side!"

The veterans and officers in the baggage team shouted.

Six or seven hundred people from the Ming army ran here. The Xuan soldiers were originally stationed more than three miles away. It must have taken a short time from fighting to escaping. After they approached, almost everyone heard the sound of gasping like a cow.

Except for a few, most of them are bare-handed.

Some cavalrymen ran at the front of the team, with a big man wearing armor in the middle, probably the guard guerrilla general, surrounded by dozens of Needine and his personal soldiers.

After hearing the roar, the guerrilla general began to turn right, and a large number of soldiers also turned to the right, and while turning, a large number of people fell down.

Wu Sangui had already come out of the curtain of pretending to behave. His nephew had packed everything and everyone rode on the horse, ready to escape at any time.

Seeing the Ming army fleeing in a panic, many of the Wu family and the Zu family's Needians showed contempt. Many people usually say that Xuan Dabing is stronger than Liao Zhen's soldiers. Now it seems that what is better?

They didn't think that most of these Xuanfu soldiers were battalions that lacked training and equipment, and were not serious Xuanda elite soldiers.

"Big Young Master," Needing Ling persuaded Wu Sangui, who looked excited, "These people are just carriage escorts and pullers. They look very good. I don't know what to do when they fight. To be safe, let's go first."

"What are you afraid of?" Wu Sangui is very pale, not too old but not too young, and has a handsome face. A few years later, he has the reputation of a young man Tonghou. Everyone in the capital knows that there is a handsome general in Liao Town. Later, after he became the general, he became famous in the court. Many scholars and officials know that Wu Sangui is handsome, with extraordinary courage, and is a handsome and unstoppable famous general.

Wu Sangui rejected the request of his subordinates to withdraw and said calmly: "No matter how bad these people are, they will be in a uniform position. Even if they step down, they will have to fight hard. We will have time to leave when we see that the situation is not good."

"Big Young Master"

The subordinates wanted to persuade him again. Wu Sangui glanced at the other party and said arrogantly: "My uncle praised him several times in private that he was good at training the soldiers of Yusheng, and that the guns were good. It was said that Needi might not have been able to attack others. I really want to see how strong these soldiers are."

The defeated soldiers fled to the left and right sides, and some of them still ran towards the front fences and car formations. They felt that this way they ran closer, more effort, and had a greater chance of escape.

"Ring the gun." Zhang Chunniu immediately said: "The first round of attacks is released to Xiangtian. If you dare to run forward, you will be killed directly."

After a round of gunfire, the fleeing Ming army knew it was powerful and quickly continued to run to both sides. No one dared to die in the front.

As soon as the gun sounded, it seemed like a valve was opened. The guards, both the baggage soldiers and the warriors, calmed down suddenly. A unique feeling in the battlefield controlled their bodies. This was actually a feeling that only veterans of a hundred battles had. Although the secretion of adrenaline was accelerated, they would not cause them to be imbalanced in their movements, but they only mean that they were more courageous, faster and stronger.
Chapter completed!