Ming Dynasty: I, Emperor Chongzhen, swear not to go to Meishan

fire.

Following the commander's order, sixteen long-range, large-caliber artillery pieces set up near the high platform took the lead in roaring.

One after another, the shells roared and crashed into the densely packed group of rebels, exploding into clouds of fire and billowing smoke. The remaining limbs and arms were thrown away, and scores of rebel soldiers fell to the ground screaming in agony.

Concentrate all the artillery and bombard me hard. Sun Chuanting ordered while holding up a monocular telescope to observe the battlefield.

He knew that the power of solid iron bullets was not as powerful as blooming artillery shells, but if dozens or hundreds of artillery fire were concentrated, even if it did not cause much damage to the rebels, it would at least be able to stop the rebels' charge and cover their own soldiers' escape. The most important thing is to boost low morale and stabilize military morale.

Well……

Gao Jie, Hu Dawei and Zuo Liangyu looked at each other in confusion. All the cannons of the three armies were placed in front of the formation, but the gunners all rushed to snatch the loot. They didn't know where they went.

... Sun Chuanting sighed with a bitter smile, and turned his eyes to all the soldiers of the Royal First Regiment who were neatly arranged and preparing for battle, with eyes full of envy and curiosity.

The importance of a well-trained army was finally highlighted at this critical moment of life and death. If he had such a well-trained elite, he would have chopped off Li Zicheng's and presented it to the emperor.

fire.

Following the commander's order, a dozen small-caliber artillery pieces with a shorter range also opened fire.

The shells roared to the ground one after another, exploding into clouds of artillery and billowing smoke. They not only caused a lot of casualties to the rebels who were charging intensively, but also slowed down the speed of the rebels' pursuit and covered the escape of our own soldiers.

What's going on? Li Zicheng, who was standing in front of the formation and commanding, frowned. Didn't the army collapse? Why are they still firing?

When he led all his brothers to fight back, he held the flag with one hand and was the first to rush back. Hundreds of thousands of brothers followed behind him, rushing towards the official army like an overwhelming mountain.

When he was about to come into contact with the officers and soldiers, the battle flag had been handed over to the personal guards, and his charging speed began to slow down. As more and more brothers overtook him, he finally reined in his horse and stopped.

As the leading brother, with hundreds of thousands of brothers under his command, there is no need for him to take the lead and fight on the front line in person.

It's just old thief Sun struggling to his death. Niu Jinxing said confidently. Hundreds of thousands of officers and soldiers had completely collapsed and were running for their lives in a hurry. Not to mention hundreds of artillery with little lethality, even if Sun Chuanting had the ability to reach the sky , at this point, there is no way back.

The military advisor's words make sense. Li Zicheng nodded, feeling a little uneasy in his heart. He agreed with Niu Jinxing's words. At this point, if Sun Chuanting could still make a comeback, I would write my name upside down.

On the battlefield, dense crowds of officers and soldiers were still running hastily, followed by an equally dense crowd of rebels shouting for kill. Those who fled slowly were chopped down by the rebels' swords. Those who ran fast were not necessarily lucky. As they ran, suddenly As soon as he fell down, countless feet trampled over his body, and he was trampled into a meat pie while he was breathing.

According to post-war statistics, there were more than 30,000 casualties among the officers and soldiers, and only more than 10,000 died at the hands of the rebels. The rest were all casualties caused by trampling on each other.

Dozens of cannons from the artillery battalion directly under the Royal First Regiment were still roaring wildly. One after another, the shells smashed into the densely packed group of rebels, exploding into clouds of fire and billowing smoke. Broken limbs and broken arms were thrown around. Thousands of rebels screamed and fell down, but the dense barrage still failed to stop the rebels' crazy pursuit.

As the distance narrowed, the rebels chasing at the front had already entered the range of Suifa's gun.

Listen to my order. The first row raises their guns, shoots, and retreats. The second row takes a step forward and shoots...

Following the order from the officer commanding in front of the formation, the soldiers of the Royal First Regiment raised their guns, aimed, pulled the trigger, and then stepped back a few steps to line up, reload ammunition as quickly as possible, and wait for the next step. Order.

Although it was the first time for all the soldiers to participate in the battle, they all fired from a long distance. There was no brutal hand-to-hand combat like hand-to-hand combat. Even if they felt uncomfortable in their hearts, they were not serious enough to vomit or anything. They just obeyed mechanically. The officer's instructions repeated simple and skillful actions such as pulling the trigger and loading ammunition.

With each round of volleys of gunfire, the rebels who shouted for charge fell in pieces. Those in front fell, and those behind continued to rush up, like a stormy sea, in an endless stream.

For the soldiers of the First Royal Regiment who were fighting for the first time, this was a very severe test.