The fifth and sixth brigades of the 'revolutionary army' were originally stationed in Baoding and Jinan. He Zhuo led the troops to sweep through Shandong last year and commanded these two brigades. The ten thousand soldiers of these two brigades were originally very uncomfortable with a woman leading them, but as long as they were on the battlefield, He Zhuo's quick attack tactics made the men of the two brigades more convinced.
As long as fewer people died and they won the battle, who cared whether their boss was a man or a woman? Where in the world could they find such a good thing to keep their lives and have military merits? So when Zhou Qingfeng wanted to mobilize troops to deal with Nurhachi, the soldiers of these two brigades did not reject He Zhuo's command and even felt that they were very lucky. Both sides were able to display the effect of one plus one is greater than two after practice.
He Zhuo came up with the idea of counterattacking the Karaqin tribe from the Yan Mountain range. She was from the Yehe tribe, and the Yehe tribe was actually Mongolian. Now that she turned around to deal with her own people, she seemed to be particularly ruthless. Zhou Qingfeng originally thought that it would be enough to just defend the few mountain passes in the Yan Mountain range, but she strongly urged the army to go north through the Yan Mountain range and take the initiative to attack the enemy.
Kou can go, I can go too!
There is no reason that only barbarians like you can attack us Han people every year, we Han people can also attack you.
He Zhuo and Nurhachi had a deep hatred. She was willing to give herself to Zhou Qingfeng, the fundamental reason was that Zhou Qingfeng could help her take revenge. She had never seen Nurhachi in person, but since she was nine years old, she had been living in the shadow of Nurhachi. As a stubborn woman, she was not willing to accept such a fate.
Leading the troops to counterattack the Karaqin tribe was the first step of He Zhuo's counterattack. Compared to Zhou Qingfeng who did not know the power of the grassland by looking at the map and information, she had a much deeper understanding of the land. Zhou Qingfeng allowed her to invade the grassland. She immediately rushed to Qingcheng, where the Karaqin tribe belonged, after coming out of the Yan Mountain range.
If it were Zhou Qingfeng, he definitely wouldn't dare to attack without stopping. Charging into the enemy's hinterland required a great deal of courage. But He Zhuo knew the customs of the Mongols too well. The Mongols were strong in offense and weak in defense. Once they attacked, they could not be allowed to recover. He couldn't let them come and disturb his escape route. He couldn't let them run all over the place. Even if he caught them, he couldn't catch them. He couldn't let them escape thousands of miles away and become a disaster.
The Mongolian barbarians were truly not afraid of death. They did not care about their own lives, but they were afraid of an enemy that they could not defend against. Therefore, he wanted to defeat these barbarians right from the start. Beat them until they were convinced, beat them until they could not bear the casualties, beat them until they lost the livestock and grassland that they relied on for a living, and then they would crawl over crying and shouting to recognize a new master as the Heavenly Khan.
He Zhuo knew all too well what kind of people his compatriots were. In the past twenty to thirty years, there had been constant fighting and killing on the grassland. This was how the Mongols survived. They would only submit to the strongest person who could beat them up.
Standing on the watchtower, He Zhuo raised his hand and raised his binoculars to look behind his two formations. Everything was within his expectations. It was just that the number of Mongols gathered in Qingcheng was a little too high. "There are so many of them that they look like ants."
"My fellow tribesmen only know how to use this trick. They ride their horses around and attack from the back. It's a trick that hasn't changed even after ten thousand years." He Zhuo watched as the brave Mongolian riders crashed into the militia's carts, causing their heads to bleed. "These people still think that they are facing the original Ming Army. Now they should know the power of firearms."
The smoke on the battlefield drifted with the wind. The Mongols who had gone around the back of the formation retreated. The ferocious charge brought about huge casualties. The two Han formations worked together to form a crossfire, and the Mongols who only knew how to fight head-on were stunned.
Behind the formation, a large number of militia with spears rushed out and chased away the fleeing Mongols. This was to buy time for the slow-reloading matchlocks. These spearmen did not run far and moved within the firing range of the cannons. After cleaning up the battlefield, they returned to the protection of the formation of carriages ten minutes later.
The explosion just now had left at least two thousand corpses on the battlefield. The twenty thousand militia stared outside the formation. The thick smell of blood mixed in the smoke rushed into their noses. Many of the soldiers showed signs of nausea and vomiting. Most of them were scared after the battle. However, most of them were excited. Only now did they know that they were so strong as a second-rate force.
The number of Mongols who could charge into the formation could be counted on one hand. The damage caused by the arrows was also limited. There were not many casualties among the militia, only around five to six hundred. Most of them were light injuries that would not affect the battle. The barbarians of the grassland lacked fuel and technology, so they could not mine. To them, even a pot was a treasure. Their weapons and equipment had always been poor.
With such a result, the emotions of the militia were greatly stabilized. Even the laborers among them felt proud and puffed out their chests. Lu Xiangsheng ran in front of Sun Chuanting and shouted, "Brother Sun, I just fired a few shots and killed one or two Tatars. This battle is completely different from what I thought it would be. "
Half of Lu Xiangsheng's face was black because of the smoke from the matchlock gun. Sun Chuanting looked at the excited Lu Xiangsheng and said with a bitter smile, "I was busy reloading and made a few mistakes. I didn't care about anything else. The strength of this' revolutionary army 'is second to none in the world. "
The two of them wanted to talk more, but the officer came to pass an order for all the soldiers to advance in battle formation and continue to pressure the enemy's front line. They were going to attack the Karaqin tribe's base in Qingcheng. The rapid march of hundreds of miles made the troops very tired. However, when they heard this order, the morale of the entire army was high and they all obeyed.
This kind of aggressive attitude made Ah Min feel even more uncomfortable. He brought thirty thousand Nuzhen main force, and more than half of them were equipped with firearms. However, facing He Zhuo who suddenly attacked, a large number of cavalrymen were unable to break through him. More than ten thousand Mongolian cavaliers had surrounded them from the back, but they did not manage to do anything. Instead, they were defeated.
It didn't matter if they lost, the Mongolians had enough soldiers. However, if they couldn't maintain this morale, it would be difficult to fight the next battle.
As for the enemy … their morale was high!
Now that there were twenty thousand soldiers behind them, the ten thousand soldiers split into a dozen infantry formations and slowly advanced, slowly closing in on the Nuzhen's front line. Even the battalion's cannons were slowly pushed forward and aimed at Ah Min's troops. They were waiting for the enemy to close the distance and give them a round of critical hits.
What to do?
He Zhuo didn't give Ah Min much time to react. The distance between the two sides was getting closer and closer. They were already in the range of the cannons and would soon be in the range of the flintlocks. At this time, Abatai ran over from the flank and shouted with a sad face, "Ah Min, my tenth son is gone. I can't explain this to my father. "
Ah Min was so anxious that he was sweating and didn't care about what Abatai was saying. He only ordered with a straight face, "You take ten thousand of our own soldiers and kill them from the left flank. I'll go gather the Mongolian soldiers and charge again. We have to stop the momentum of this Han army. "
Abatai cried out again, "My tenth son is dead!"
Ah Min was also angry and shouted back, "I don't care who died. If we don't beat these Han back, we'll all die. Can you still fight or not? If you can't, then scram. "
Abatai was so angry that he cried and shouted. He tore at the clothes in front of his chest and turned around to lead his troops. Ah Min was older and had fought many battles, so he was more experienced. He knew that he couldn't easily retreat. Otherwise, the momentum that he had worked so hard to build up would disappear, and the Nuzhen's reputation in the hearts of the Mongolians would plummet.
The Nuzhen needed the Mongolians as an ally and had to drag them down with her.
"Burgado, go gather the Horqin people. If anyone dares to escape, kill them." Ah Min was also ruthless. He sent out all his personal guards to tie down the Mongolian tribes that had rushed to Qingcheng. "Those who have suffered heavy losses can be reorganized. However, those who haven't fought are not allowed to retreat. If anyone dares to escape today, then don't blame me for killing my way to your door tomorrow. "
Burgado was the leader of the Karaqin tribe, and Qingcheng was his territory. He wasn't willing to let the other Mongolian tribes leave. At the very least, he had to leave behind the 100,000 plus people to protect his city. Although it was just a large stronghold, it was already very rare in the grassland.
The Han army beat their drums and blew their trumpets, as the 30,000 men slowly advanced. Only when the Nuzhen's main force personally entered the battlefield did they stop. This time, the Mongolian cavalry stayed far away, not daring to approach. The volley of gunfire and cannons earlier had already exceeded their understanding. The rumbling of the guns and cannons not only frightened the horses, but also the courage of the men.
The battle quickly turned into a battle between 30,000 Han and 30,000 Nuzhen, with a large number of Mongolian spectators. When He Zhuo saw that the Nuzhen's forces were about to enter the battlefield, she immediately ordered the two divisions that were originally separated to regroup and adjust their formation. When the 30,000 Nuzhen wanted to surround the Han army, she ordered the two infantry brigades of the National Defense Army to split into companies to cooperate with the militia.
A regular infantry company was paired with two militia companies. At the same time, the transport carriages were pulled out and used as bunkers. Furthermore, the cannons were split up one by one to increase the firepower of the infantry companies.
The trained troops' ability to understand and execute orders had to be fast. Before Ah Min's 30,000 men were in position, He Zhuo had already finished changing the formation. The 30,000 Han soldiers retracted their formation and formed a 'hedgehog formation', focusing all of their firepower outwards.
Ah Min spent a long time setting up the formation, but she still had to hold back the Mongolian tribes, so she was flustered. When he saw that the enemy changed their formation faster than him, he couldn't help but complain in his heart. He said to Jir Harang beside him, "I really don't know where these Han soldiers came from. And they are so difficult to fight. "
Jir Harang was Nurhachi's nephew and Ah Min's younger brother. He wasn't even 20 years old yet. This was his first time fighting a big battle, but he had encountered such a thorny problem. He didn't have much experience, but he had a lot of drive. He took the initiative to ask for orders, "Let me bring a thousand handgunners to fight from the front. Those Mongolian cavalry are too stupid, we can't fight them head-on. I will definitely be able to take down these Han soldiers. "
Ah Min shook her head, "These Han soldiers are too fierce. Don't go, let the slaves go first. It's a pity that I didn't bring the cannons made by the Taisi people. Otherwise, using the cannons would be the best way to break their formation. "
Jir Harang didn't think so. He felt that he had learned a lot from the Dutch instructors in Shenyang, and he had grasped the knack of using firearms to win. Now, he just needed a chance to show off his abilities. The Mongolians couldn't win because they didn't use the right method, but he definitely wouldn't lose so badly.
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