Heavy bombardment, flintlock musket fire, bayonet pursuit, these simple and crude tactics caused the Burmese army to suffer a series of defeats and retreat in panic.
In fact, weapons and equipment are only one aspect. The high morale of the Ming army soldiers is the key to victory.
In the emperor's view, even if the level of weapons is comparable to that of the Burmese army, the Ming army will be invincible if it revitalizes itself and eliminates its accumulated problems.
The example is not far away. When fighting against the Jiannu in Liaodong, were the Ming army's weapons and equipment not advanced? The decline of morale and the accumulation of problems within the army were the reasons for repeated defeats.
There is also a living fact in the past life that millet and rifles defeated automatic weapons by relying on fighting will and heroic spirit.
There was chaos on the battlefield, and the Burmese army was naturally in chaos.
In Mandalay, the last line of defense north of Ava City, the Burmese concentrated tens of thousands of troops and hundreds of war elephants, hoping to thwart the Ming army's overwhelming offensive.
At the beginning of the battle, the Burmese army wanted to attack quickly so that the Ming army could not deploy its artillery in time. However, they were met with a fierce bombardment of hundreds of rockets, which exploded and burned among the Burmese soldiers and war elephants.
War elephants are very powerful, and their weight is difficult to stop head-on. If war horses are the tanks of ancient times, then war elephants are the Tiger tanks of tanks.
But war elephants also have weaknesses. They are afraid of fire and smoke. When injured, they go crazy and mad, charging and trampling on enemies indiscriminately, making them difficult to control.
When the Yuan Dynasty invaded Myanmar, the Yuan army concentrated their bows and arrows on shooting at war elephants, which resulted in the same result.
It can be said that war elephants are a double-edged sword, and their lethality is basically the same for both the enemy and us.
"Mighty victory, Ming Dynasty!"
"Great Ming, everlasting victory!"
Xu Hongyu drew his sword, raised it above his head, and waved the flag, and the Ming army soldiers shouted excitedly.
Venting out the fighting spirit in their hearts, the Ming soldiers raised their guns and aimed, staring closely at the Burmese army rushing forward and the uninjured and frightened war elephants.
The Burmese army was in chaos. The front was still charging, while those covered by rockets were knocked out of formation by the frightened and injured war elephants.
In fact, such an attack was declared a failure from the very beginning.
The rumbling of war drums followed by the roar of the light falconet cannons at the front of the battle line. White smoke rose as countless lead bullets shot out.
The war elephant under Hana let out a terrible cry and fell over with the momentum of its running. Several Burmese soldiers fell off the elephant in a panic, and Hana also fell headfirst, feeling dizzy and nauseous.
Hana saw her beloved mount screaming on the ground, blood pouring from its face, and one of its eyes had turned into a bloody hole.
Another burst of blood and flesh splattered. Right next to Hana, the Burmese soldier who had just climbed up had his head exploded like a rotten watermelon.
Hana's face and neck were all hot, and he was so scared that he covered his head and lay on the ground, not daring to get up. He could hear the screams of people and elephants, as if he was in hell.
After destroying five sub-nests at the fastest speed, the roar of the falconet finally stopped.
A resounding trumpet blasted, and the Ming army's muskets roared again. First, the heavy muskets bombarded the remaining war elephants, disrupting their battle formation.
Even the thick-skinned war elephants could not withstand the power of heavy muskets.
With terrible roars, the war elephants fell to the ground one after another, making heavy noises. Some war elephants were frightened and fled back, knocking over the Burmese soldiers and throwing the people on their backs to the ground.
Burmese soldiers were constantly being hit amidst flying blood and flesh, and their screams and wails were heard one after another, but were drowned out by the roar of muskets.
One shell after another flew into the air and hit the center and rear positions of the Burmese army amid the rumbling sound of artillery, making the chaos difficult to contain.
Long range, high power, minimize casualties among one's own soldiers without considering the consumption of ammunition.
The Ming army's tactical style has evolved from exploration to formation, and is quite similar to the tactics of a wealthy country in later generations.
You will be bombarded with long-range rockets first, then with heavy armor at medium range, with falconets at medium and short range, with muskets at close range, and with bayonets for hand-to-hand combat.
After such a series of attacks, no matter whether it was the enemy's front, middle or rear formations, they were all under the coverage of the Ming army's firepower.
Just imagine, in such a wide-area bombardment, how many armies can still maintain their battle formation?
Boom, boom, boom...
The sound of war drums shook the earth, and the Ming army advanced to the beat of the drums. Musketeers fired row after row, sweeping away the enemies in front.
The Burmese army's defeat was finally unstoppable, and from officers to soldiers, from front to back, they all began to retreat.
Defeat was certain. The Ming army's fighting style was unstoppable for the Burmese. Whether they charged with elephants or formed defensive formations, they would bomb first and then advance with musket fire.
The era of flintlock rifles and bayonets dominating the battlefield was finally brought about by the Ming army ahead of time.
The drumbeats grew faster and faster, and the Ming army advanced faster and faster. The Burmese soldiers were already fleeing in front of them, so there was no need to fire their muskets anymore.
"kill!"
"Kill!"
Countless shouts of killing echoed throughout the battlefield, and the Ming army soldiers raised their gleaming bayonets and launched the final charge.
There was no easier killing than stabbing the enemy in the back with a bayonet. The Burmese soldiers threw away their armor and even their weapons as they slowed down their escape. They did not even dare to turn their heads, but screamed and ran for their lives.
The rumbling sound of horse hooves rang out, and a thousand cavalrymen rushed out from the side, overtaking the infantry, and swept towards the defeated Burmese army like a hurricane.
The sabers flashed coldly and were raised high in the air; the cavalrymen stared with their eyes and opened their mouths, shouting and yelling, slashing and hacking like ferocious monsters, slaughtering the enemy mercilessly.
Due to the terrain of Myanmar, the Ming army had few cavalry, only 3,000 in total. However, they had a large number of mules and horses, all of which were used to carry ammunition and supplies.
But for a defeated enemy, a thousand cavalrymen are enough to chase them back and cause the heaviest casualties to the enemy.
"Kill!" Xu Xiaoqi dragged his saber, and with the power and speed of his horse charging forward, the Burmese soldier's head was easily cut off, and blood spurted out from his neck.
The saber drew an arc from bottom to top, and Xu Xiaoqi chopped it diagonally with his backhand, knocking another Burmese soldier to the ground.
Killing makes people excited, especially for soldiers, fighting is their profession. The more they kill, the greater their military merits and the more they gain.
With a snort, Xu Xiaoqi turned his horse's head lightly and passed by several clever Burmese soldiers.
Leaving your back to your opponent and running away will most likely result in death.
These Burmese soldiers stopped running and fell to their knees, kowtowed repeatedly, and begged for mercy. Two of them even howled loudly, their faces covered with tears, and were completely frightened.
More and more Burmese soldiers gave up fleeing and knelt down to beg for mercy.
Individually, in groups of three or five, or in large crowds, they knelt down and kowtowed, wailed and cried, and trembled all over. They were transformed from soldiers into humble, cowardly, and cowardly people who were afraid of death.
The local soldiers following the Ming army rushed out in a show of force and began their work - cleaning up the battlefield.
There were corpses everywhere, swords, guns, and flags everywhere, and prisoners everywhere...
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