Chapter 384 Our Qing Dynasty also has grenadiers!

Under the watchful eyes of Fuquan and others, the Cossack light cavalry pierced the chest of the Junggar cavalry who was about to be defeated like a sharp knife.

Having been demoralized by the Li Ergou Lancer Battalion, and unexpectedly being attacked by the Cossack Light Cavalry, some panicked Junggar soldiers began to flee in all directions.

Seeing the Cossacks charging with the Eight Banners of Mongolia, Galdan was immediately confused. He couldn't help but wonder: Junggar was stabbed in the back by a Rakshasa?

"I know that Rakshasa people are unreliable!" Galdan angrily yelled. He didn't know the situation and really felt that he had been betrayed by Rakshasa.

"Quick! Defend, defend!"

The Junggar cavalry officers tried their best to maintain the stability of the entire army, but the opponents were too fierce and not many people were willing to listen to them.

Several officers who tried to organize personnel to defend on the spot were even killed by Junggar soldiers who tried to escape.

In just a few minutes, nearly 500 Dzungar cavalry died. The vast majority of the deaths were not caused by the Cossack light cavalry, but caused by the Dzungar people trampling on each other.

After successive attacks, the eight thousand cavalry team was forcibly divided into two sections by the Qing light cavalry and lancers.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Galdan knew that he could no longer hesitate, so he sent more than 10,000 cavalry troops to the battlefield.

If we don't send reinforcements, we can only watch the eight thousand cavalry being defeated.

Galdan saw that the situation was not good, so he had to send another 5,000 troops into battle.

Wu Xianyong loved being a grenadier, and he was fascinated by the feeling of the tip of a knife licking blood.

The grenadiers quickly retreated and ran towards the infantry square. Without the suppression of grenades, the remaining more than a thousand Junggar cavalry finally recovered and began to speed up their horses and rush towards them, hoping to catch up with the opponent and report the previous arrow.

hatred.

The grenadiers of the Qing Dynasty were divided into three rows, and they constantly exchanged and threw moderately powerful grenades.

The battlefield was one-sided. The Dzungars did not even have the courage to charge into the Qing phalanx. They only dared to rush past, shoot a few arrows or throw a few spears and hatchets, but they often just got close.

He was shot to the ground by a volley of guns.

He gave orders from time to time and was very powerful.

"Free throw." Seeing that the opponent was approaching, Wu Xianyong shouted the order in time.

The Cossack light cavalry came and went like the wind, just like the autumn wind sweeping away fallen leaves, constantly scattering and killing the Dzunggar cavalry.

The Dzungarian cavalry was galloping at high speed, and the scimitars raised high reflected the sunlight, which made the grenadiers feel a little thirsty.

"Grenadiers, advance!"

But this time facing the Junggar people was like playing house.

When he thought about facing Mingyao in the future, he felt unsure.

Cavalrymen continued to be killed, but more cavalrymen broke through the area covered by artillery fire and ran straight towards the troops that looked like cannon fodder.

I remember when their new army was training, the Qing generals who had escaped from the Hunan and Sichuan battlefields described the Ming army's tactics to them, which made their hair stand on end.

However, they fell into the shooting range of the Qing musketeers. After several rounds of volleys, they lost their combat effectiveness.

If that doesn't work, you'll have to retreat.

He could accept being wrapped in horse leather, but he couldn't accept a war in which he didn't know how to die.

In addition, he doesn't like musketeers, because for some unknown reason, the high-quality Dutch matchlocks have a high explosion rate and cannot withstand it.

After a brief contact, Galdan, who was originally very confident in the cavalry, was confused about the subsequent changes in the battlefield situation.

This is all done with one knife and one gun.

In the smoke of black powder, the Junggar cavalry was already in chaos and could not continue to charge.

Galdan in the distance did not expect that just when his side started to retreat, a group of Qing infantrymen rushed out quickly.

Wu Xianyong, who was having a great time, stretched out his hand to touch, but found that the grenade bag on his waist was empty. The same situation happened when he touched the other two grenades. He immediately shouted: "Everyone, retreat."

Wu Xianyong rode in the formation and calmly issued orders one after another. He was in the battlefield. Although he could only see a nearby area, he could clearly sense that the Junggar people were really vulnerable to the Qing Dynasty army.

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"Don't stop, keep throwing." Wu Xianyong shouted, he also lit the fuse and threw the grenade.

Fortunately, according to his observation, there were not many cavalry in the Qing Dynasty, so he still had a chance.

Although they faced nearly 10,000 cavalry, the Qing infantry were not afraid at all. They directly arranged hollow square formations on the battlefield, and the musketeers stood outside and lined up to shoot.

The lancers tore apart the enemy formation, followed by the Cossack light cavalry, which made the Dzungars even more confused. Now it was the infantry's turn to enter the battlefield.

Looking at the soldiers who didn't have much armor on them, let alone carrying broadswords, spears or fire guns, Galdan was a little dumbfounded. He didn't know what the other party was going to do. Why did they run out with bare hands? Aren't they afraid of death?

They are Wu Xianyong's Qing grenadiers.

A row of grenades were thrown densely into the middle of the Junggar cavalry. The violent explosions raised dust on the ground and caused chaos to the entire charging team.

By virtue of his military exploits, he was promoted to the rank of commander of the infantry battalion, directly crossing the boundary of the sixth rank and becoming a fifth rank general.

The persimmons were picky, and the Junggar cavalry quickly overran these troops who seemed to be cannon fodder.

When the Junggar cavalry entered the range of the artillery, the artillery that had just stopped for a moment started firing again.

There were shouts of killing Zhentian on the battlefield, but Wu Xianyong was already very calm. He rode on horseback and directed the formal soldiers to advance along with the other leaders.

The Qing infantry formed a hollow formation and moved forward slowly while firing back.

He is now a commander, with more than a thousand grenadiers under his command. He is no longer as timid as when he first entered the military camp. After experiencing the Northern Expedition to Siberia, this young man has grown rapidly.

The Junggar army had a numerical advantage, but due to the coordination of cavalry and artillery and the sharp strikes of firearms, it was unable to exert its numerical advantage. Instead, it was like headless flies bumping into each other.

A lieutenant of the eighth or ninth rank, a colonel of the sixth or seventh rank, and only a general who reaches the fifth rank can be regarded as an official mid-level military attaché.

Each square formation is also assigned artillery, and the sound of artillery fire from time to time makes the entire battlefield filled with gunpowder smoke.

The Lancer Battalion repeatedly charged, then turned around and charged again, just like a farmer plowing a field, stabbing the Dzungar Cavalry to the point of excruciating pain. They shouted: It hurts too much.

Each person had three grenade bags, with a total of eighteen grenades. They kept throwing them, and all of them were used up in just half a minute.

Wu Xianyong checked the musket and the grenades on his body again. This poor man from the mountainous area of ​​Pingyang Prefecture, Shanxi Province, has now become an outstanding mid-level officer and is in charge of the fifth rank of the infantry battalion of the Qing Dynasty Army.

"Long live my emperor!"

Wu Xianyong looked at the grenadier's results and couldn't help but raise his arms and shout.

"Long live my emperor!"

Cheers continued to ring out on the battlefield, and the victory was determined!
Chapter completed!