Bring the whole war back to Nanming

Chapter 97 Battle of Jinan ([-]) Siege and Aid

Bo Luo, who was hiding in Jinan Mansion, did not know that a conspiracy against the Lunan Hundred Thousand and Eight Banners Army was quietly going on.

Fifteen thousand soldiers were left to continue the feint attack on Jinan, and the remaining 5000 people, led by several imperial generals, ambushed in Heban Mountain, Xueye Lake and near Tai'an in the southeast of Jinan, setting up pocket formations.

In order to ensure that the Tartars were completely wiped out, at the entrance of the pocket formation, the imperial generals arranged five hundreds of giant swordsmen and one thousand halberd soldiers: the output cooperated with resisting the charge, and the pockets were tied tightly.

The Tartars didn't keep them waiting too long. The first wave of nearly [-] Tartar cavalry appeared outside the pocket formation the next day. According to the custom, the Tartars sent sentry cavalry to investigate the surrounding situation.

"Soldiers, calm down. They are barbarian sentinels. If you kill them, you will scare them away and let them pass."

The Imperial General's order was whispered to the entire army.

The imperial swordsman lying in the bushes stared at the approaching sentry cavalry, and unconsciously clenched the iron sword in his hand.The crossbowmen drew out their crossbows, put them on, and lay down on the grass, trying to slow down their movements so as not to make any changes.

The imperial army ambushed in the bushes by the roadside was almost in their throats, and the Tartar guards were very close to them, so close that they could see their ugly faces clearly.

A Tartar sentry always felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't tell. He searched the bushes for a while, but found nothing unusual, so he said to the leading Tartar.

"Master, I feel something is wrong here, do you want to set fire to this forest?"

Hey, the captain of the Tartar sentry cavalry turned violently at his head: "Set it on fire? Why don't you say cut it all off? A slave is a slave. If things are dry today, it's easy to light a fire. If you delay the master's important event, you will be beheaded." .”

The Tartar sentry cavalry didn't dare to argue, his wealth and life were in the captain's hands, so he couldn't be offended.

Swallowing this breath, more than ten riders turned the horse's head, clamped the horse's belly, no longer paid attention to the surrounding situation, and galloped away to the north.

The imperial soldiers who were hiding in the bushes breathed a sigh of relief. They were so thrilling that they were almost discovered.The cold wind blew, and the soldier felt his back was wet. He stretched out his hand to touch it, and it turned out that he was in a cold sweat from fright.

After this incident, the imperial general ordered the ambush front line to retreat 50 meters into the woods to prevent the Tartars from returning.

Half an hour later, the dense sound of horseshoes sounded from a distance. The general showed his eyes, carefully identified them, and found their prey, which was finally in his pocket.

"Get ready for the tripping rope!"

Quietly raised the herald flag, waiting for the main force of the Tartars to plunge into the pocket formation: "Get up!"

The flag commander waved the flag vigorously, and a dozen camouflaged tripping ropes on both sides of the ambush road suddenly appeared in front of the Tartar cavalry, and the Tartars were caught off guard.

The tripping rope close to the horse's chest easily tripped a row of war horses, and the Tartars fell in front of the horses one after another, and passed out directly.

At this time, ambushes were everywhere, and the crossbowmen and musketeers who had been preparing for a long time carried out the first round of strikes. The dense rain of bullets and bows and arrows beat the Tartars dizzy, causing heavy casualties.

The imperial spearmen and halberd soldiers took off their camouflage and rushed out of the woods. While the Tartar cavalry were still in shock, they stabbed them off their horses one by one.

"Come on! There's an ambush! Get out!"

The Tartar vanguards all saw that the situation was not good, and the strong men cut off their wrists and escaped from the ambush circle with their vitality.Unexpectedly, the imperial knights outflanked the Tatars with both wings, and went around behind the Tartars, beating them hard on the buttocks. The Tartars were the first to bear the brunt.

The Tartars, who had lost their coach, squeezed people, horses crowded horses, the Tartars wanted to go out, and the imperial knights wanted to go in, successfully blocking the Tartars in the pocket.

The giant swordsmen behind followed in time and killed the Tartars like dogs. Their perverted taste drove them to raise their sharp giant swords, cut off the horse's head, made the headless horse corpse press down on the Tartar cavalry, and then chopped off the Tartars who had lost their ability to resist. head.

More and more people died in battle. Under the leadership of the wounded commander, the Tartars stepped on the blood and corpses, broke through the siege of the spear and shield soldiers, and hid in the grove.

The outer Tartars lined up in a Roman tortoise shell formation, struggling to block the incoming crossbow arrows. From time to time, some Tartars fell under the lead bullets of their muskets on the way to retreat into the woods.

The violence hidden in the blood of the Eight Banners of Manchuria was completely aroused under the water of blood.I thought that after realizing the status quo, the Tatars would surrender in all likelihood, who would have imagined...

Starting from a scream, several imperial swordsmen fell into a pool of blood. A hideous crack appeared in the not-so-strong chest armor, and blood flowed out of the body through the crack.

Ow!The inhuman roar attracted the attention of all the imperial soldiers around. Facing the Tartar's dying struggle, the Flower of the Empire did not give up, and several giant swords whizzed at the Tartar with a strong wind.

The latter was not in a hurry, and those with shields raised their shields, and those with long-handled weapons obstinately blocked the giant sword that could break through armor, at the cost of only two shields being broken.

kill!The Tartars did not retreat but advanced, trying to close their faces to weaken the advantage of the giant swordsman's weapon attack range. In their view, the reason why the giant swordsman is so powerful is that the opponent can make full use of the power generated when swinging the giant sword. Once the distance is drawn, the giant swordsman Losing their advantage, they have a chance to come back.

The ideal is full, but the reality is very skinny. Before the Tartars could touch their faces, more than a dozen muskets appeared behind the giant swordsman.

"Fire!" Bang bang bang!

The giant swordsman strolled forward, came to the side of the dying Tartars, watched them spitting blood, looked unwilling, and taunted: "Do you know the difference between you and us?"

The Tartars naturally couldn't answer, and the sound of the windmill being broken was recalled in their chests.The musketeers took down their pipes and poured the ashes in the faces of the Tartars.

"Hey, did I say that the flowers of your empire always like to pretend to be b in front of the dead? Where is the gap? Without our cooperation, you still have to exchange your life with the barbarians? Let's go! The war is far from over! "

The giant swordsman sneered, and after the musketeer reloaded, he rushed to the next battle situation.

The Tartars who did not retreat into the grove were almost powerless to parry after the musket and giant sword mixed doubles. Half of them died in battle and half surrendered. The imperial army set their sights on the last Tartar remnants.

"The musketeers formed an array and surrounded the woods where the barbarians were. After the mortars were in place, they did not need to ask for instructions, and directly attacked the forest indiscriminately. This general, let's see if their shields are stronger or our shells are harder!"

The imperial general took the jug handed to him by his personal guard, and took a sip happily.

At present, this is a successful ambush. At least 3000 enemies were killed, and the number of prisoners is almost the same. There are only less than 3000 enemy troops in the grove. The morale is low, and the main general is seriously injured.

He believed that the barbarians in the woods would never be able to survive the hail of bullets for half an hour.

It didn't take long for the musketeers and artillery to be in place, and the artillery kicked off the final attack on the Tartars: bombs with flames fell into the woods, and branches and trunks were seen flying all over the sky, but no one was blown into the sky.

"Stop the shelling! The situation is wrong, order two centurions of imperial swordsmen to go in and have a look."

The Imperial General frowned, with a bad premonition lingering in his heart.Sure enough, there was no sign of the Tartars in the grove. They didn't even leave the wounded. They followed a hidden path in the woods and successfully avoided the encirclement and suppression of the imperial army.

"No, return to the camp immediately! The camp is in danger!"

(End of this chapter)