Chapter 877: Showdown

"Boom boom boom..."

The next morning, just as the smoke from the camp had gone out, the roar of the artillery resounded throughout the battlefield.

The rifled cannons were concentrated and distributed on a battlefield that was three miles wide.

The artillerymen used telescopes to observe the position of the enemy's artillery, adjusted the muzzle, and aimed at the enemy's field artillery.

Poured shells one by one into the enemy's trench position.

Suddenly, huge balls of fire rose on the entire battlefield, and the strong smell of gunpowder filled the air.

Around the artillery position, there were soldiers arranged in a tight formation.

The soldiers on the east side faced east, and the soldiers on the west side faced west, and everyone's Qin-style rifles were loaded with bayonets.

They were to protect the artillery and prevent the enemy's cavalry from raiding.

Although the Qin-style rifle had sufficient range and accuracy.

But when dealing with cavalry, tight formations are still effective.

The same space can accommodate enough soldiers.

With the loading speed of ten rounds per minute of the Qin-style rifle.

In Zhao Xu's view, each densely-standing squad of 100 people is equivalent to a machine gun.

Thousands of bullets can be fired every minute.

There are sixty such densely-packed squads on the flanks of the battlefield, which is equivalent to sixty machine guns.

It is not easy for cavalry to break through their defenses.

Of course, the enemy's artillery loves such dense squads the most.

One shell can basically destroy a squad.

But what he is using now is the comprehensive advantage of his own muskets and artillery over the enemy.

Whether it is range, accuracy or power.

The artillery of the Shi clan, Beidi, and even the Russians could not attack these densely-packed squads under the suppression of his rifled artillery.

Therefore, after the battle started, Zhao Xu was not worried about the safety of the two wings.

Just wait for the artillery to deal with the field artillery in the opponent's fortifications.

At the same time.

Ashur and Orsky once again felt the powerlessness they had at Zhongling Pass.

Their best field artillery at the moment was provided by Britain and brought by Russia.

There were not many, a total of thirty-eight.

The effective range of these artillery pieces is 1,500 meters, and the shells are solid bullets.

But the King of Yan actually placed the rifled guns 2,000 meters away, out of the range of their field artillery, and fired at them.

They simply couldn't imagine how the other side could identify the position of their field artillery at such a long distance.

What's even more hateful is those shells that would explode one by one.

The artillery pieces that were hit were basically destroyed.

Seeing this scene, Ashur's face turned red with anger.

Orski fell into silence.

Dou Wei and Fan Xinglun were sweating and kept wiping their heads.

When in Xiangcheng, Dou Wei had only seen the rifled guns of the King of Yan.

He had never experienced being bombarded by artillery.

Fan Xinglun lived in a corner, and his army had never experienced any major wars.

Such a horrific scene naturally made their heartbeats accelerate and their breathing difficult.

"Instructor Orski, this doesn't seem to be a solution. If this continues, our field artillery will be completely destroyed. We must withdraw the field artillery." Dou Wei said.

"Withdraw the field artillery. The Yan Wang army launched a charge. Can you withstand it?" Orski said.

Doesn't he feel sorry for these field artillery?

But they have no other means except field artillery to cause heavy casualties to Yan Wang's soldiers.

It is easy to withdraw the artillery, but it takes time to redeploy it.

So, it is difficult to withdraw or not.

Dou Wei heard this, opened his mouth, and finally sighed.

Before the battle, he was still confident.

But now, he suddenly fell into deep worry.

The Yan Wang army went deep into Yizhou, and it was indeed well prepared.

"Let the cavalry raid their artillery positions." Ashur said.

Zhongling Pass is not suitable for large-scale cavalry operations.

But Yizhou is suitable.

The area near Miancheng is also flat, and he thinks that only the cavalry has an advantage over the Yan Wang.

If they can destroy their artillery in one fell swoop, their chances of winning will increase.

Olski nodded, "That's the only way."

Now they are passively being beaten, and the only one who can take the initiative is the cavalry.

Dou Wei and Fan Xinglun breathed a sigh of relief when they heard this.

Not long after, two wolf records led 10,000 cavalry out of Miancheng.

Going around the two sides of the battlefield, they approached the Yanwang artillery step by step and launched a charge.

The appearance of the Beidi cavalry immediately aroused the vigilance of the generals of the flank palace.

Chang Wei wanted to dispatch troops to support, but was suppressed by Zhao Xu.

"Three thousand people on each side are enough to deal with them." Zhao Xu said.

He just wanted to dampen the opponent's spirit.

If they win by numbers, they will not be able to deeply understand the gap with the Yanzhou army.

"Woo woo woo..."

The Beidi cavalry wandered on both sides for a while, and seeing that no soldiers from the Yanzhou army tents came out to reinforce the artillery, they blew the horn.

They formed a tight cavalry wall 800 meters away.

There was neither armor nor leather armor on their bodies.

Each cavalryman only had a single coat and a saber.

This is the method taught to them by the Russians.

Not wearing armor is to make the horses run as fast as possible, and the cavalry wall can kill the enemy the most.

After lining up, they first walked fast for a while, then jogged, and at a distance of 500 meters, they launched a charge.

But at this moment, they heard a "whoosh whoosh whoosh" sound.

Accompanied by continuous screams, cavalrymen kept falling off their horses and were trampled into pulp by the war horses behind them.

Some war horses suddenly let out a wail and rolled to the ground, throwing the cavalrymen on their backs ten meters away.

In an instant, the charging cavalry team was in chaos.

But the charge had already started and there was no turning back.

Otherwise, the cavalrymen who were crowded together would only become targets.

"Crazy, crazy, all crazy." The leader Lang Lu muttered to himself.

He was under Ashur's command. In the battle of Zhongling Pass, he had no chance to fight with the Yan Wang army.

But he was beaten at a loss in the first fight.

But with Ashur's order, he had to continue to charge.

"Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh..." When they charged, the sound of the air being pierced was endless.

He faced the wind, and the cavalrymen around him kept disappearing.

Five hundred meters, four hundred meters, three hundred meters, two hundred meters, the closer the distance, the fewer cavalrymen around him.

When he led the cavalry into the distance of 200 meters, he suddenly turned back and found that there were less than 2,000 cavalrymen still following him.

At this moment, the enemy soldiers were 200 meters away. If they rushed through this distance, they might defeat the soldiers of King Yan or be wiped out.

This thought flashed through his mind.

But the warhorse would not give him time to think.

200 meters is just more than ten breaths for the warhorse.

In an instant, he could see the faces of the soldiers of King Yan clearly.

But in this short period of time, after the Yan army shot at them once, they quickly reloaded and raised their muskets at them again.