Chapter 1438: Collapse at the Touch of a Touch
"The bandit camp? Take me to see it."
Oboi followed the scouts to the top of the high slope and saw a large camp built in the middle of the road.
There were hills on both sides of the camp, blocking the road. If one wanted to pass through, they had to capture the camp.
In the center of the camp, there was a huge flag with the sun and moon in it.
"They are really the bandits under the pseudo-Ming banner. They are so bold that they dare to block my way. Let the Eight Banners Army prepare to flatten the camp!"
Aobai's face was full of disdain.
In his eyes, no strong city wall could stop the Eight Banners, let alone an ordinary camp.
"yes!"
The order was passed down, and the soldiers of the Eight Banners began to form an army battle line, preparing to attack the camp.
At this time, inside the camp, Han Yu stood on a high platform, looking at the Eight Banners soldiers in the distance.
"Pass the order, annihilate this group of Eight Banner soldiers in front of us. I don't want any prisoners. I want to build a huge Jingguan to comfort the innocent souls who died under the butcher's knife."
"yes!"
The order was passed down.
The Manchus have wreaked havoc on local areas over the years, and local people have long been dissatisfied, but they have never had the opportunity to resist.
Now that they have the opportunity, everyone is eager to try, wishing to kill two more Manchu Tartars.
"Eight Banners Cavalry, charge!"
Oboi waved his hand.
The men began to charge.
In order to take credit, he even put his own direct lineage, the Zhenghong Banner, in the first row.
The riders also drew their sabers and rushed forward, roaring, feeling as if they could recreate the glory of their ancestors.
They wanted to use the butcher knives in their hands to chop off the heads of the bandits on the opposite side, just like their fathers did more than ten years ago.
"Hit them when you're close, don't let any of them get away."
Han Yu looked coldly at the Eight Banners soldiers who were approaching.
Eight hundred meters, six hundred meters, four hundred meters, two hundred meters...
Han Yu waited until the Eight Banners soldiers were less than thirty meters away from the camp before he lowered the command flag.
Bang bang bang.
The gunshots rang out like popping beans.
Lead bullets penetrated the enemy's armor and shot into their bodies.
Due to its soft nature, the tumbling lead bullets deform and roll inside the body, crushing the enemy's internal organs and killing those hit on the spot.
Even if you are lucky enough not to hit the vital points, you still have to face the subsequent lead poisoning.
Most of them would die from the festering wounds, and those who managed to escape would inevitably have to undergo amputation.
It's not even as comfortable as being beaten to death on the spot.
Accompanied by the sound of gunfire, the Eight Banners soldiers fell to the ground in rows, and their horses wailed on the battlefield.
The originally neat charge formation was in disarray.
"What's going on?"
Looking at the rows of Eight Banners soldiers being killed, Oboi, who was standing on the hill, was stunned.
He never expected this would be the result.
This is different from what he imagined.
Shouldn't the Eight Banners soldiers have simply broken into the enemy's camp and slaughtered them at will?
How did it become that the Eight Banners soldiers were massacred?
Aobai frowned.
Those who fell were all his elite troops. Not losing even a single one weakened his strength.
"Withdraw the eight banners of the Manchu and Mongolian armies, and send the eight banners of the Han army to fight first, to test the quality of those bandits."
Oboi gave the order.
He wanted to withdraw his own direct lineage.
But it was too late.
Han Yu took the risk of letting the enemy stay so close just to annihilate the invading enemy, so how could he let the other side leave?
The Yongli rifle, flying thunder cannon, and palm thunder fired at the same time.
Rows of Eight Banners soldiers were blown to pieces.
Facts have proved that in the face of artillery, there is no difference between the Eight Banners soldiers and those Green Camp soldiers, and both ended up being crushed to pieces.
In the blink of an eye, the entire battlefield was covered by flying thunder cannons.
After two rounds of coverage, there was no Eight Banners soldier left standing on the battlefield.
Not to mention people, there are not even horses.
The entire battlefield was in deathly silence.
A bone-chilling coldness rose from the hearts of the remaining Eight Banners soldiers.
Everything before their eyes was different from what they had expected.
Shouldn't they be wielding their butcher knives and wantonly hacking at the frightened enemies?
How did it become like this?
They are just a bunch of good-for-nothings whose bones have been softened by the worldly life.
They usually brag loudly, but when they get to the real battlefield, they see a battlefield that is like a Shura field.
Many people were scared.
Some people even wet their pants.
Some of the timid ones even turned their horses around and tried to escape.
Seeing the other party's look, Han Yu knew it was almost time.
"The army is marching forward!"
As the command flag was waved, the wall of the camp was pushed down and built over the trench.
Rows of grenadiers in blue uniforms, holding rifles with bayonets, strode towards the Eight Banners soldiers.
The shining bayonet emitted a little cold light under the cold light.
"Charge! Kill them all!"
Oboi issued the order again.
Previously, the Ming army hid in the village and in the fortifications, and his Eight Banners cavalry had no way to stop them.
Now that you are all out, can't I, the Eight Banners, kill you?
Oboi didn't believe it.
At the urging of the generals, the soldiers under his command drew their swords, slowly accelerated, and rushed towards the grenadiers.
Want to fight a way out.
However, after seeing the Eight Banners rushing over, the grenadiers raised their rifles and pulled the triggers.
Bang bang bang!
Accompanied by a burst of gunfire, a row of Eight Banners soldiers were shot to the ground.
The grenadiers pulled the bolt, cleaned the magazine, reloaded a paper shell bullet, pushed the bolt back, and continued shooting.
A normal soldier can shoot about 12 times per minute.
In the face of modern firearms, this rate of fire may be ridiculously slow.
However, in this era, it can already beat all firearms.
The Eight Banners soldiers felt like they were trapped in a nightmare when faced with this type of firearms.
They were clearly only a few hundred meters away from the bandits and could reach them with a single charge, but they could never get past them.
If you get any closer, you will be shot into a sieve and become a corpse.
Some timid ones wanted to escape.
But you'll still get hit by bullets.
The entire battlefield seemed to be blocked.
There's no way to escape those enemy bullets.
“Run!”
Looking at the corpses all over the ground, someone finally collapsed. Several Eight Banners brothers turned their horses around and ran back without caring about the punishment.
It was like they pushed down a set of dominoes. Seeing this, the other frightened Eight Banners soldiers also turned their horses around and ran back.
As soon as they ran, the other soldiers saw them and ran after them.
Many of them may not be afraid, but they think that since you all ran away, why should I stay here and fight?
So, they ran along.
The chain reaction spread like this.
As more and more people fled, the escape eventually led to the rout of the entire army, and the army retreated like a tide.
"Come back, come back!"
Oboi was furious.
He didn't expect that the Eight Banners Cavalry, whom he had placed high hopes on, would become so rotten that they were defeated at the first contact with the bandits. Where was the bravery of their ancestors?
How come it has disappeared to such an extent after just over ten years of entering the country?
