Dominate the Country

The 145th year of Chongzhen, March 12, 5 p.m.

"Puff! Puff!" The soldiers of the Zhenghuang Banner standing in front of the earth wall of the artillery position stabbed dozens of fleeing soldiers with their long spears. Of course, none of them were bannermen, they were all training soldiers or Green Camp, and they fell to the ground screaming, with blood all over their heads that were shaved halfway.

The large group of fleeing soldiers were startled, and then they were reorganized obediently. Even the collapsed bannermen reorganized without complaint.

"Bang! Bang!"

The muskets finally came in handy. But this was not the Qing army rushing to the front of the 1st Garrison Division under the rockets of the Fu Han Army, but the 1st Garrison Division advancing towards the Qing army position.

Neat volleys, neat volleys, fierce firepower made the panicked Qing army musketeers fall to the ground. Even the Mongolian cavalry that came from the side, under the attack of rockets, rocket launchers and volleys, the Mongolian cavalry that came like a tide was turned into powder like seawater hitting the reefs on the coast.

The war entered the most cruel stage at this moment. The Qing army surged up in waves, and then dispersed like clouds; retreated, regrouped, and then surged up again.

Agui dispatched artillery to assemble in the east. He knew that it was wrong for him to do so, but he still concentrated more and more artillery, especially the new artillery with excellent quality, on the right position. There was no way. Otherwise, the artillery in other places might not be put to use, and the entire Qing army would be finished.

Shells fell one by one, and there were rockets. Groups of smoke rose from the battlefield and rushed straight into the sky. However, the rockets of the Fu Han Army did not fall from the sky, and they also needed to be transported back and forth. At first, those mushroom-like smoke columns rose up almost simultaneously, about 20 or 30 in total, but later on, they were all indistinguishable. They seemed to be in clusters and scattered everywhere, and there seemed to be a lot of them, but in fact, the number of shots was decreasing.

Dust was flying, and human bodies could be vaguely seen lifted into the sky. Earth and rocks were shaken off and fell down. The artillery positions on both sides were shrouded in white smoke. Moreover, the artillery positions on both sides were moving forward, and the hot air balloons raised by the Fu Han Army could not see through the white smoke. The smell of gunpowder filled the battlefield, choking people.

The Qing army was quite exciting when they charged. The officers stood up, raised their sabers and moved forward, and the infantry behind them suddenly rushed out!

The smoke in front of the infantry square was so thick that nothing could be seen clearly. The only thing that could be heard was the long and short roars of human waves coming from the opposite side.

The 1st Garrison Division was under great pressure. The Qing army was a huge mass of black people, and the crowd was not surging, but flowing! An obvious scene was that when the Eight Banners New Army of the Qing army was dispatched, the volleys of gunfire from both sides lasted for nearly a quarter of an hour, and that part of the Eight Banners New Army collapsed and fled.

The garrison of the First Division was under great pressure, and its combat effectiveness was declining. But what about the Qing army? They were also under great pressure.

The Fu Han army soldiers wearing bright red uniforms lined up in waves of dense array lines. The officers stood at the head of the team, holding sabers to lead the soldiers forward. The bayonets on the rows of rifles were bright and dazzling. The entire battlefield was almost filled with them! The Qing army under their guns were all kinds of heart-wrenching shouts, all kinds of embarrassment. Although the red army tide was slow, it was always approaching the Qing army.

The face of the Qing army artillery commander was distorted with excitement, "Fire! Fire!" He shouted and shouted like a repeater.

Iron bullets killed and wounded the soldiers of the Fu Han Army in the dense formation of the Fu Han Army, just like a red blanket covering the entire battlefield. As the iron bullets fell, small gaps appeared on the red carpet, but the gaps were filled by the following soldiers in an instant. This big red carpet continued to surge forward at a slow but firm speed.

The Qing army's artillery shells plowed from the front of the team to the middle, and iron balls whistled and danced around. Every solid bullet landed and flew up a ball of flesh and blood. The command knife of the Fu Han Army officer always pointed straight forward. No matter whether an officer or a soldier fell, someone would stand up to fill the vacancy.

The banner soldiers showed a fierceness in this battle, but their tide-like assault, facing rockets and volleys, was like a fool who climbed on a lightning rod to attract lightning strikes, and they always fell down in a large number of masochists. The screams rang out uncontrollably, and soldiers were lying in all directions, and people fell headfirst everywhere. Blood was constantly splashing in the crowd, and screams were heard everywhere.

He Lin, who was lucky, finally didn't make it through this round. He felt something hit his chest hard, and then all the strength in his body quickly flowed away, and he fell to the ground with a plop, but he was still conscious when he fell. He Lin turned his head with difficulty. The soldiers under his command were no longer the original training army, but banner soldiers. The real banner soldiers were all Beijing banners under the imperial city, which was the foundation of Daqingguo.

A team of seven or eight hundred people, how many rounds of gunfire did they fire? There were not many people left standing!

"Drive out the Tartars, restore China; wash away the Hu dust, and rebuild the mountains and rivers..."

"Drive out the Tartars, restore China; wash away the Hu dust, and rebuild the mountains and rivers..."

The shouts of the Fu Han Army rang out, and Chen Ming sent the Second Division of the Shandong Army to reinforce the First Division of the Garrison, while the Second Division of the Garrison launched a fierce attack on the left wing of the front line, which was the west end of this battlefield. The progress is much faster than here in the east.

"The Qing army is attacking, they are attacking! Brothers, charge! Charge!"

The smooth progress and high-pitched shouts on the left wing battlefield were quickly reported to Chen Ming. Chen Ming looked at the soldiers of the Qing army on the opposite side, but as far as the existing infantry was concerned, the Qing army had no soldiers. However, there were several morale clouds behind the Qing army's front line. Judging from the density, Agui still had a trump card in his hand.

But these people seemed to be hidden behind Du Ji by Agui. The smoke blocked them, and even the hot air balloon could only see a rough idea. So Chen Ming always held the Guards Brigade, the Cavalry Brigade, the Shandong Cavalry Regiment, and the Second Brigade of the First Division of the Jiangsu Army.

It was half past six. It was already slightly dark.

Hailancha appeared in the Qing army's cavalry group. This was a cavalry of 30,000 people. In addition to the cavalry on the battlefield of Shibaihu Village and the cavalry in Hexiwu, this was all the cavalry that the Qing could control.

"For the Qing Dynasty, for the emperor, and for ourselves!"

"Charge!"

Hailancha shouted, and slashed the flank of the Fu Han Army with his saber. The 30,000 cavalrymen ran slowly from the east of Duji like a surge of water. Their noise was not loud, but Chen Ming noticed it at the first time.

"Order, cavalry ready!"

The 7,000 Fu Han cavalrymen who had been sitting on the ground to rest suddenly flashed with surprise. For a united army, what is the most depressing thing in war? Comrades are fighting passionately, but you are standing aside!

"Ang Ang Ang..." The sound of horses neighing came from behind Chen Ming, and even the horse Chen Ming sat on was tempted by the sound of horses neighing and couldn't help digging the ground.

"Kill the bandits! Kill the bandits!" At the east end of the battlefield, there was a huge shout like a tsunami, accompanied by the sound of horses' hooves that shook the ground! 30,000 cavalry, 30,000 cavalry!

Chen Ming's face tensed up, because he had heard the sound of the Fu Han Army cavalry marching and he could clearly feel the strength of both sides. He didn't know if it was his illusion, but he felt that the sound of the horses' hooves on the opposite side was at least ten times louder than the sound of his own 7,000 cavalry when they moved.

Hailancha led a large mixed force of 30,000 Beijing flag horse armor, Mongolian cavalry, and Zhili Green Camp cavalry, and rushed towards the Fu Han Army.

"Brothers, let's charge and break the rebels' troops! Today is the day to make achievements." Delentang raised his arms and shouted.

"We must use the blood of the thieves to sacrifice the hundreds of thousands of heroes who died in the nation! Revenge, revenge!" Elden shouted while holding a spear.

Two rising stars in the Qing army, a pair of tigers that were pressed tightly in the formation by Hailancha, who had been holding back for several hours, stretched out their sharp claws at this moment.

"Kill!" The cavalry responded with a roar like a tsunami.

Delentang squeezed his legs against the horse's belly and rushed out of the formation first, followed by Eldenbao. The two of them, with the elite warriors among the 30,000 cavalry, quickly annihilated Hailancha, who was leading the way.

When Hailancha appeared again, he and his Goshha had fallen behind the two leading elites.

The cannons of the Fu Han army sounded, and the sound of shrapnel exploded. From behind Delentang, people's screams and horses' cries continued to be heard. After walking another mile forward, the horse speed increased to a trot. Delentang could clearly see the infantry of the Fu Han army on the flanks, as well as the muskets raised in the hands of the rebels.

"Boom boom boom..." A huge roar came, and Delentang felt waves of heat blowing behind his neck. He knew it was the fire dragon bomb of the Fu Han army. Daqingguo could still hold on, so he used the tunnels to squat and cooperate with the cavalry to break the attack. The Fu Han army, which lacked war horses, could not reach Beijing at all. However, the appearance of the fire dragon bomb quickly made the previous tactics withdraw from the battlefield. No matter how well you build the trenches, you can't stop the bombing of the Fu Han Army. When the Qing army can no longer resist the offensive of the Fu Han Army, all the plans are vain.

It can be said that the defeat of Daqingguo was due to the fire dragon bomb.

De Lengtai was even more angry. The good Daqingguo and the prosperous Qianlong era were all ruined now. A blooming bomb fell on De Lengtai's side, and several riders around him fell to the ground.

The battlefield is a very strange place. Some people charge into battle and always fight for victory. Those who are not afraid of death will not die; and some people? They are afraid of death and hide in the crowd. They don't fight for the first place, but they die.

Delentang was now inspired by an inexplicable violent emotion. He held a bow and arrow in his right hand and an arrow in his left hand, leaning forward and galloping. There was only one thought left in his mind: rush in, rush in, shoot the bastard on the opposite side, and chop the dog thing on the opposite side to death!

Then a shell exploded beside him, and Delentang was knocked to the ground by the blast, but he rolled from the ground with two steps to approach an empty horse running over, grabbed the reins, turned over on the horse's back, and continued to ride the horse forward!

The cotton armor of the flag soldiers had some resistance to the shrapnel of the shrapnel, but what about the Mongolian cavalry and the Green Camp? The flying shrapnel was like an invitation from the god of death, drilling into their defenseless bodies, going straight into the depths of their lungs, and frantically tearing everything in their internal organs.

"Don't be afraid, don't retreat, keep charging!"

Eldenbao roared. He still encouraged his subordinates calmly in the bloody splash.

The cavalry is very majestic and has great lethality, but in the high-speed movement, no matter what kind of attack it encounters, it has no choice but to continue charging forward, because turning around on the battlefield and exposing its back to the enemy will cause them more casualties. When the cavalry group attacks, the pleasure of speed and the power of the group can make the cavalry temporarily forget the fear of death, relying on the absolute high morale of going forward and charging to the end.

Instinct drives the Qing cavalry to continue moving forward. With such a large army marching, the cavalry in front dare not even slow down the speed, let alone ride diagonally and escape from the battlefield. I am afraid that he has not had time to escape the cavalry torrent, and he has been knocked to the ground by the cavalry behind him. The densely packed troops are desperately riding their horses and galloping. As long as they are wrapped in the cavalry group, it is difficult to get out again.

However, in the eyes of the Qing cavalry, the road under their feet is no longer a flat and vast field, but a hellish road of death full of thorns. Every step forward will leave corpses all over the ground. There are corpses of horses and humans.

"Fire!"

A small red flag held high fell in front of the rocket artillery position. The signalman could clearly feel the flag in his hand cutting through the wind when it fell, and the feeling seemed to become stronger.

Thirty six-barrel rocket launchers, twenty four-barrel rocket launchers.

A total of 260 rocket shells.

Even Chen Ming himself had never seen so many rocket shells explode in an instant.

The spectacular scene far exceeded the power of the artillery group of this era. The majestic high-temperature hot wind made the temperature of the entire battlefield seem to rise instantly. Chen Ming felt waves of heat hitting his face. With his superior naked eyesight, he could vaguely see the Qing cavalrymen who were swept away in the flames of the explosion.

The red tassels flying high on the lightning rod turned into ashes in an instant, and the cotton armor, clothes, and the mane of the warhorse all seemed to be burned out in an instant. Mushroom clouds appeared one after another in the Qing cavalry formation. At this moment, these seemingly sturdy Qing cavalry were like pigs and sheep waiting to be slaughtered in the slaughterhouse, without any ability to resist.

"Ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding..."

The sound of the cavalry charge horn sounded.

Five thousand cavalry brigade soldiers formed ten 100X5 matrices with red flags. The cavalry in the first two rows all had long lances in their hands, and the erected spearheads shone silver in the sun.

The left and right wings were guarded by soldiers of the Shandong Cavalry Regiment. This time, all the seven thousand cavalry in Chen Ming's hands were deployed at once.

The horses' hooves trampled the ground, making a huge roar, and the sound of the jogging horses was like thunder in summer.

But five thousand cavalrymen, five thousand cavalrymen like an iron wall, compared with the chaotic cavalry of the Qing army on the opposite side, some wanted to escape, some were lost, some had no fighting spirit, some were stupid, and some were still full of fighting spirit, shouting loudly to encourage the cavalrymen around them, a team like a mess of wool, who would win and who would lose seemed to be no longer in doubt.

The two sides approached to 300 steps, and the Fu Han cavalry began to accelerate.

Of course, they could not make the horses' heads in the attack uniform, but the formation had not been in chaos since the charge. The result of the arduous training of the cavalry brigade would let them taste the most delicious fragrance today.

The dense hoof sounds slowly merged into a rumbling sound, which sounded like heavenly music in Chen Kaishan's ears, making people feel ecstatic.

Agui had closed his eyes, and the Minister of War, the military counselor, and the father-in-law of the Emperor of the Qing Dynasty, Fu Seng'e, lay on the ground dejectedly, his eyes full of despair, despair deep in his bones. "It's over! It's over! Daqingguo is really going to be over."

Agui covered his eyes with his shaking hands. He didn't want to see the Qing army's defeat. The battlefield was more than ten miles wide, and there would be corpses of Qing soldiers everywhere, right? The bodies of the bannermen wearing the cotton armor of the Eight Banners would be lying all over the battlefield.

The Eight Banners soldiers, the Qing soldiers, the bannermen who used to symbolize the nobleness of the bannermen and the bannermen's cotton armor, now fell to the ground like a lowly weed without being exposed to the sun...

Agui took a long time to slowly take his hands away. Now, less than a second seemed as long as the whole spring, summer, autumn and winter. He thought of his inner resentment towards the emperor and felt that Yongsheng was not worthy of being the emperor of the Qing Dynasty. But the reality was so cruel that Agui couldn't bear it.

It was not surprising that an army of hundreds of thousands was defeated, but how could they be defeated without any ability to fight back, and be completely crushed and swept by the Fu Han Army, Agui could not forgive himself. He now felt ridiculous for his previous mentality. Isn't it ridiculous...

A string of tears flowed silently from his old face, Agui did not cry at all, just let the tears flow down.

In his heart, an extremely strong emotion burst out in his chest, and Agui's eyes were full of blood, but he was not afraid at all. In his sight, people, horses, and flags were all stained with a layer of blood. His hands and feet began to become numb, and his heart was pounding like a drum.

"The ancestral country is gone, but the bannermen have to live..."

Two lines of blood and tears fell from Agui's eyes, and the rich monk was so frightened that he dared not howl anymore. The surrounding Manchu high-ranking officials looked at Agui in horror, wanting to shout for someone to "cure" the Marshal, but they couldn't say it.

"If Hailancha is still alive, you all should obey Hailancha's orders."

"Marshal..." a group of Qing army officers screamed.

Agui was like a statue, without any reaction, and continued what he wanted to say: "And I, who lost my army and ruined my country, if I don't die, how can I warn the world, how can I comfort the soldiers who died on the battlefield? You go back and tell the emperor that Agui is ashamed of the Qing Dynasty, ashamed of... the late emperor..."

It was like a heavy hammer suddenly hitting the drum, Agui felt a sharp pain in his heart, his whole body stiffened, and his eyes turned from red to black. He had taken his last breath in this life.

In the chaos and defeat of the army, Hailancha, who was protected by Delentang and fled in a panic, shed tears, cried bitterly, and howled heartbreakingly, like a wounded wolf, facing the night in the wilderness, with anger and sadness that could not be expressed in words in his tragic injuries.