Bring the whole war back to Nanming

Chapter 98 Battle of Jinan ([-]) Eastern Waterloo
The imperial army returned to the camp outside Jinan one after another. Fortunately, after fleeing back to Jinan, the Tartars did not launch an attack on the camp outside the city, but directly entered the city.

After some statistics, Heban Mountain and Xueye Lake did not do their best to kill the enemy. About six to eight thousand enemy troops were released, and about 3 enemy troops were annihilated. However, Tai'an did not encounter enemy troops on the front line. Less than three thousand.

It was another great victory after the great victory in Yangzhou, and Jinan City was almost smashed into ruins by massive shells around the clock. In a good mood, Boris immediately repaired a letter and ordered his personal guards to inform Nanjing Fang Xiaobai of the incident.

"Generals, although there are some regrets in this siege strategy, but generally speaking, everyone sitting here has contributed a lot to the completion of the established strategy. Come on, alcohol is banned in the army. This commander will use tea instead of wine. Here is a toast to everyone!"

Boris raised his teacup and respected the imperial generals sitting on the left and right.

"You are welcome, Commander. Without the Commander in charge, we would not have won the victory. Don't you think so?"

"Yes! The first contribution should belong to the commander in chief, we just did our best."

When it comes to leading troops and fighting, the generals of the empire are not necessarily good at it. When it comes to flattering, drinking and bragging, they are better than each other.

This time Boris accepted the praises of the generals calmly. It is better to have fun alone than to have fun with everyone. He is not an unreasonable person.

"Okay, the biggest threat has not been resolved. I hope everyone will continue to work hard. If my guess is correct, the main force of the barbarians has basically entered Jinan City. What we have to face is the Tartars, who are stronger than us. Don't slack off."

The current form of Tartars and the imperial army led by Boris are evenly matched in terms of strength. The imperial army has advanced thermal weapons such as flintlock guns, artillery, steam tanks, and anti-rocket launchers. The cavalry side does not need high mobility.

Most of the soldiers have more or less steel armor on their weapons and equipment, and they will not give in to the Tartars who are also armored.

The city of Jinan was already in ruins, and the plan of the Tartars to rely on the city walls to fight street battles with the Tartars went bankrupt, but according to their nature, they preferred to go out of the city to fight in the field with the same force.

Tomorrow is bound to be a bloody battle. Boris has a premonition that tomorrow's battle will determine the border between the north and south, the Ming and Qing Dynasties for hundreds of years in the future. If he loses, the efforts of the past two months will be turned into dust, and even the strategic offensive and defensive situation will change. .

Victory, the area south of the Yellow River in the east belongs to Daming, and only a small amount of troops need to be deployed to rely on the Yellow River to block the barbarians from going south. As for the matter of crossing the north to recover the capital, only fools will do it. The plan was implemented smoothly.

--split line--

As expected by Boris, after Bolo had [-] troops in his hands, he immediately made arrangements. In view of the sharp firearms of the Imperial Army, he moved all the catapults, ballistas, and red cannons he could find in the city to the gap in the damaged city wall in an attempt to Suppress the Imperial Army.

Ten thousand cavalry sneaked out of the city in batches during the night. Because the imperial army was preparing for a decisive battle, they were able to calmly cross the camp in the south and sneak around to the rear, preparing to surprise Boris tomorrow.

In addition, Boluo ordered people to kill pigs and sheep to reward the whole army, and distributed rewards to the Eight Banners on the spot to boost morale.

Separated by the dilapidated city wall of Jinan City, the two sides are gearing up to fight. The two wise commanders seem to be facing each other on both sides of the map through many barriers, ready to give each other a fatal blow at any time.

There was a hint of whiteness in the sky, the stars were half hanging in the sky, there was no heavy fog yesterday, and the weather was good. Under the urging of the imperial captains, the imperial swordsmen touched the few high grounds outside Jinan City.

When the two armies are at war, the army on the high ground is more likely to hit the enemy above the chest, and the long-range infantry can easily suppress the enemy on the low ground.

After a normal night's rest, the imperial swordsmen were full of energy and rushed to the high ground in a rush. Before they had time to set up their positions, they found that there were many figures in front of them.

Before dawn, the swordsmen thought they were friendly troops coming from other directions, so they didn't care, and even greeted them warmly.

"Fire arrows!"

Countless piercing sounds shot into the swordsman's body and limbs following the order. The swordsmen were defenseless. The armor on their chests could not stop the close-range bows and arrows. Dozens of people fell to the weedy high ground in the rain of arrows.

"Barbarians!" The swordsmen in the back row hurriedly set up shields to block the next shower of arrows. The swordsmen in charge of rescuing the wounded checked the condition of the wounded, carried the wounded who were still alive on a stretcher, and transported them to the rear.

"Attack! Defeat the barbarians! The high ground cannot fall into the enemy's hands!" The captain of the empire took the lead in the charge, followed by the swordsmen. A bloody storm blew up on the unnamed high ground, kicking off the climax of the Battle of Jinan.

Both Boluo and Boris knew that if they wanted to gain an advantage, the small highlands outside the city were the key. Therefore, they all sent commandos to seize the highlands and take advantage of the long-range infantry.

At the same time, they received a message from the messengers that they encountered enemy troops in various highlands, and our army fell into a deadly battle and asked for support.

Boluo's intention was to occupy the high ground, attract the attention of the imperial army, and make the imperial army out of line. After that, the cavalry hidden in the rear quickly attacked, defeated the enemy's long-range units in one fell swoop, and then cooperated with the infantry to eat the remaining infantry one by one.

"Tell Atuhan that the reinforcements have already left the city, and let them be nailed to the high ground. The more Ming barbarians are attracted, the greater his contribution will be. If he dares to take a step back, Benbaile will not think of the love of master and servant!"

On the other side, Boris’ big tent looked at the sand table in front of him, and he continued to deduce: the barbarian infantry and our army occupied half of the heights, with canine teeth intertwined, the crossbowmen had no angle to shoot, and the artillery could not provide effective support.

The cavalry has to protect the two wings of the long-range troops. If a small number of cavalry is taken out for support, it is easy to be intercepted by the barbarians.or……

"The messenger! Order 5000 musketeers to form ten hollow phalanxes below the hillside, and 2000 Rick guards to cover the two wings. Remember, the musketeers must carry bayonets. Don't take it too seriously. The soldiers on the high ground retreat in an orderly manner. The barbarians don't want to High ground? Let's get out!"

Boris' order was fully implemented, and 5000 musketeers quickly formed ten huge hollow phalanxes on the back slope. The imperial captain pushed the cannon and stood in the center, directing the musketeers to attack in the direction.

Everything was ready, and the imperial soldiers began to back slowly.Atu Han quit the front line, Lord Belle told me to attract Ming Manzi's main force, now instead of attracting people, Ming Manzi wants to run away, how can this be done.

"Warriors of the Eight Banners, Ming Manzi is afraid, follow me to kill them all!"

The Tartar infantry screamed excitedly, wielding maces and two-handed axes, biting the retreating imperial army, causing panic in the orderly retreating phalanx.

The Tartars fought more and more bravely, and the swordsmen gradually lost their strength.An empire captain rushed to the front line, the veteran aura did not appease the swordsmen, but attracted Atuhan Ghost Head Knife instead.

The captain of the empire raised his shield, and the ghost knife slashed on the iron-covered shield, splashing a spark, and the sharp ghost knife cut a crack on the shield, and the shield was obviously scrapped.

Throwing down the shield in his hand, the captain of the empire held the knight's sword in both hands with a serious expression.It can be seen that his opponent is also a veteran of many battles.

"Hehe, there are two things, Ming Manzi, what's your name?"

"Lawrence." The captain of the empire was expressionless.

Atuhan said solemnly: "Okay, Lawrence, as the soul who will be killed by the three swords, do you have any last words?"

The captain of the empire didn't take it seriously: "It doesn't matter who will die, I will see the truth." He winked at the swordsmen, and he dragged the tartar on the high ground alone.

"Hmph! Want to leave? It's not that easy. Leave this old guy to me, and you'll deal with other barbarians."

The captain of the empire opened his mouth to speak, but Atuhan would not give him a chance to speak: "Look at the trick!"

The ghost knife slashed at the head of the captain of the empire at a strange angle. The latter raised the knight sword and tried to hold the ghost knife, but unfortunately his strength was not as strong as the opponent's. The helmet on his head was thrown away by the knife.

"Come on!"

The captain of the empire did not retreat but advanced, and the knight sword stabbed Atuhan in the face.

"Hey!"

Atuhan lowered his head, avoided the knight sword, replaced the ghost head knife with his left hand, cut through the breastplate of the captain of the empire without any hindrance, leaving a deep gash in his chest, exposing the thick white bones to the air.

Holding his breath, the captain of the empire cast a longing glance at the ground: the swordsmen had no discipline under the pursuit of the Tartars, and regardless of the threat of the musketeer commander down the hillside, they rushed straight to disrupt their formation.

Alas~ The next moment, a cold light flashed, and the imperial captain felt his perspective rolling up and down. The last thing he realized was that Atu Han was leading the remaining Tatars down the mountain like tigers and pounced on the musketeers' line that was in chaos.

　I went to a banquet after get off work today, this chapter is still coded at the banquet...

　　
　
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