Frontally, to the left, to the right, with two hundred cavalry, one hundred cavalry, fifty cavalry, thirty cavalry, and twenty cavalry, the cavalry wall tactics of the Beijing Camp Flying Cavalry Battalion have become quite proficient, and can be adjusted and changed according to the enemy's strength and the actual situation on the battlefield.
Walls of cavalry charged across the vast battlefield, smoke and dust rose, swords flashed coldly, men shouted and horses neighed, making people's blood boil and their eyes widen.
"What a joy! What a joy!" Kong Youde shouted, his eyes nearly popping out of their sockets, waving his fists. "This is what fighting is all about! It's so...fucking joyful!"
After a while of shouting and yelling, Kong Youde looked around and cursed loudly: "What are you all staring at? Move out from both wings and shoot them to death with your muskets."
The Lancers launched themselves into action, charging forward from the edge of the battlefield, stopping and dismounting at the appropriate distance, and quickly forming three long battle lines, raising their guns and aiming.
Weng Adai's eyes almost popped out as he watched his own cavalry not only unable to break through and advance in the Ming army's wall-like charge, but instead being hacked and killed.
Of course, the Ming army also suffered losses, but they were completely disproportionate. Moreover, even a one-to-one exchange was not something Weng Adai could accept.
You have to know that he only led a thousand cavalrymen, while judging by the number of Ming cavalrymen, there were definitely two to three thousand.
The trick was clear: outnumbered troops against fewer. The cavalry advanced in unison, their swords slashing in unison, while their own cavalry were scattered and separated, and in the blink of an eye they would face two, three, or even more enemies.
But what’s the use of knowing the key? Not to mention that there is no time, even if there is time, you can only practice the same fighting style as the enemy.
You chop me, I chop you, that's how people fight...
Weng Adai smiled bitterly, knowing that competing with the Ming Dynasty in manpower was tantamount to seeking death.
It was a rare opportunity to escape death today. Weng Adai drew his sword, a look of determination on his face. He swung the sword and shouted, "Warriors, follow me and kill! Kill, kill!"
"Kill, kill!" The Jiannu soldiers let out dying roars like wolves, and sped up their horses, rushing forward.
Boom, boom, boom...
The dragoons who had already taken position on both wings fired rows of lead bullets at the Jiannu. Although the distance was far and not the best range, they could still hit the enemy under the dense firepower.
"Kill!" Liu Xingzuo raised the lance in his hand, pointed it forward while roaring, and led a team of cavalry to sweep forward.
"Kill!" Another team of cavalry started behind him and rushed towards the battlefield with shouts.
"Kill!" The cavalry team reorganized at the edge of the battlefield after the charge and rushed towards the battlefield again with shouts. They charged in a different direction and crashed diagonally into the rear of the Jiannu cavalry.
Swords and guns clashed in the air, flashing terrifying lights.
Blood splattered, screams were heard, and war horses wailed. Under the setting sun, the enemy and our side were engaged in a brutal battle with casualties completely disproportionate to each other.
………………
Boom, boom, boom...
The sound of artillery was earth-shaking, breaking the silence of the early morning, and could be heard even in the Jiannu camp several miles away.
"The Ming army is attacking the city?!" The old slave's eyes narrowed, and he pushed his bowl away. He stood up suddenly and shouted, "Order the troops to leave the camp."
There was soon chaos and noise in the Jiannu camp. Under the command of officers from various units, teams left the camp and approached Haicheng.
The rumbling of cannons never stopped, constantly hammering at the old slave's heart.
It is impossible to confront the Ming army for a long time. I still hope that the Ming army will attack the city quickly. He may find an opportunity to attack from both inside and outside by leading the army.
But the Ming army really started to attack the city, and the old slave couldn't help feeling uneasy and having complicated thoughts.
The closer he got, the clearer the sound of the cannons became. He could even see the black smoke rising from Haicheng. The old slave's face became increasingly grim.
Boom! A cannonball slammed into the battlement, sending brick dust flying. The splattered bricks hit two soldiers guarding the city. They covered their faces and screamed as they fell to the ground.
Another shell came and hit the west city gate tower. Broken bricks and wood fell down covered with dust, and a thick gray fog rose up.
Under Tong Yangxing's gaze, a cannonball arced over the city wall and landed inside the city. After a while, there was a loud bang and a cry of surprise.
More shells flew through the sky, and explosions echoed throughout the city.
Bombardment, siege! The Ming army finally launched an attack. Tong Yangxing looked calm, but his heart was filled with panic and fear.
In his view, even if the Ming army did not attack the city, the food and supplies in the city would not last long. The siege was complete, and without reinforcements to break through the camp, Haicheng would definitely not be able to be held.
As for attacking from both inside and outside, Tong Yangxing had no such hope. Faced with the deep trenches and fortifications of the Ming army and their powerful firearms, charging headfirst into the city would be a death sentence for the soldiers and generals inside.
Therefore, Tong Yangxing could only hope that the attack of the reinforcements could break the siege, or if the Ming army camp collapsed, he could attack from both sides.
"It's just that his firearms are powerful." Shuo Tuo snorted coldly. "When we attack the city, we will kill him and make rivers of blood flow."
Tong Yangxing awoke from his reverie, stroked his beard, nodded, and agreed, "Your Highness is absolutely right. Since ancient times, attacking fortified cities has always resulted in strewn corpses and heavy losses. The Ming army's attempt to intimidate our army with firearms is sheer wishful thinking."
Shuotuo turned his head to the north, a smile on his face, "Listen, reinforcements are coming to support us."
Tong Yangxing also heard the wailing horn sound and smiled as he said, "The Khan will lead the army in person and will surely win a complete victory."
Trumpets wailed, ghosts cried, and wolves howled. Tens of thousands of Jiannu troops formed a battle formation, more than two miles away from the Ming army camp, with flags waving, looking quite powerful.
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