Chapter 748: Collision!

"General, the Northern Di Copper Bull Royal Tent is heading toward Qingbo Bridge."

Qingbo Bridge.

Yang Zhen was by the riverbank reading the Military Academy's textbooks.

Upon hearing this, he was not nervous at all; instead, he became excited.

In the Ningjindusizhizhan, his Ningjin Army had only gone through the motions and had not fought a single hard battle.

Therefore, he did not even dare to speak loudly in front of the Prince's Personal Army commanders.

He had long been hoping to fight the Northern Di independently.

Now, this opportunity had finally arrived.

"How many days' journey are they away?" Yang Zhen asked.

"Only a day and a half," the Scout said.

Yang Zhen nodded, "Continue to observe. If the Northern Di have any other unusual movements, report to me immediately."

"Yes." The Scout gave Yang Zhen a military salute and turned to leave.

After the Scout's figure disappeared, Yang Zhen looked toward the trenches in front of Qingbo Bridge, a cold smile on his lips.

The trenches he had dug were arc-shaped, extending from the south side of Qingbo Bridge to the left side, enclosing the entire Qingbo Bridge in the middle.

From the front of Qingbo Bridge extending to the foremost part of the trenches, there were a total of six lines of trenches.

Each trench was thirty meters apart, and the trench width was about two hundred meters.

The outer perimeter of the foremost trench was also filled with slanted spikes to block cavalry charges.

He wanted to see how the Northern Di could get past this obstacle of his.

However, at this moment, he could not help but secretly admire Yan Wang.

If it were not for Yan Wang being cautious and considering every possibility.

The Northern Di would have truly launched an attack on the Gaoli Prince's Personal Army this time.

He waited for a day and a half.

On the evening of the second day, he indeed saw the vast Northern Di army through his Telescope.

After observing for a while, he could not help but break into a cold sweat.

It was very clear that the Northern Di had been biding their time during this period, secretly accumulating strength.

This could be seen from the Flintlock rifles equipped by the Northern Di soldiers and their more agile Field Artillery.

If it were not for the rapid progress of Yanzhou's firearms.

He would truly have to worry if he had to face this Northern Di army with the firearms from the time of the Ningjindusizhizhan.

But now, he was clearly not afraid.

Relying on the defense of the trenches, the Copper Bull Royal Tent would not be able to let a single soldier cross Qingbo Bridge.

That night, the Northern Di soldiers set up camp.

Yang Zhen ordered the soldiers to enter the trenches and spend the night there to guard against a Northern Di night raid.

However, the night was peaceful, and the Northern Di did not launch an attack.

The next day.

In the camp of the Copper Bull Royal Tent, a person looking like a Ross officer appeared on the battlefield with Lamu.

When the Northern Di decided to send troops to Gaoli, Ivan had dispatched this Ross officer to the Copper Bull Royal Tent to cooperate with the Copper Bull Royal Tent in combat,

and also to witness the combat effectiveness of the Yan King Army with his own eyes.

"Not good, very not good." After observing the trench positions for a while, Aersiji frowned deeply.

What surprised him was that Yan Wang's army was actually able to set up such sophisticated trenches.

It could simply be called perfect.

Lamu also frowned tightly, and he said: "It is very clear that Yan Wang had long been guarding against us launching a sneak attack; now everything is too late."

Looking ahead, he said: "However, no matter what it is, we must launch an attack on it this time."

Aersiji naturally understood their mission this time; he spread his hands, indicating he did not care.

In any case, it was not his men who would die; he was only providing advice.

After thinking for a while, he said: "First let the Infantry attack, destroy the spikes in front of the trenches, and then let the Cavalry launch a charge."

Lamu nodded; he thought the same.

These spikes stuck in the ground were very annoying and would hinder the Cavalry's charge.

Having agreed on this matter, he ordered the Servant Soldiers to charge forward.

"Kill!"

Bursts of roars rang out, and the first batch, over a thousand Servant Soldiers, charged toward the trenches.

"Boom, boom, boom..."

While the Servant Soldiers were charging, the Artillery on the trench positions let out roars.

One after another, Grape Shot flew out from the muzzles, scattering onto the battlefield.

With Yellow Gunpowder, the current Field Artillery could fire Grape Shot nearly eight hundred meters.

But because the field of vision was too far and the targets were too small.

They still let the enemy into a distance of three to four hundred meters before bombarding them.

Long-range artillery fire would only occur during the mutual destruction of both sides' Artillerymen.

Under the bombardment of forty-eight Field Artillery pieces.

The charging Servant Soldiers kept falling into pools of blood.

On the battlefield between the trenches and the camp, the figures of the soldiers became fewer and fewer.

However, nearly half of the Servant Soldiers still entered within two hundred meters of the trench.

In the trench, the sentries responsible for observation kept reporting the enemy's distance.

At this moment, the leader of each squad began patting the soldiers on their backs, ordering them to stand up and fire outward.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!..."

The Ningjin Army soldiers only exposed their heads and shoulders.

They held their loaded Rifled Muskets level, only about ten centimeters from the ground.

Pulling the Trigger, with a flash of fire, the Bullets flew toward the charging Servant Soldiers.

After firing one shot, they handed the Rifled Musket to the soldier behind them.

The soldier behind then handed them another Rifled Musket.

This was to maintain the firepower of the trench.

One soldier was responsible for shooting, while one soldier was specifically responsible for loading ammunition.

Otherwise, if everyone stopped to shoot and load ammunition,

these short dozen or so seconds would be enough for the enemy to charge fifty or sixty meters.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!..."

The sound of gunfire rang out incessantly, and the Servant Soldiers who charged within two hundred meters fell one after another.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!..." The Northern Di Artillery continued to sound.

Cannonballs smashed toward the trench, but the incoming Solid Shot just hit the gullies of the trench and immediately lost its kinetic energy.

It was fundamentally unable to cause casualties to the soldiers inside the trench.

Some soldiers even picked up the Solid Shot to use as their own spoils of war.

Yang Zhen watched the entire battlefield, and after all the Servant Soldiers had fallen, he nodded with satisfaction.

This was the first time the Ningjin Army had utilized trenches in combat, and as of now, the effect seemed quite good.

Compared to Yang Zhen's ease,

Lamu had a grave expression; this made him recall the Ningjindusizhizhan once again.

He had gone to great lengths to pull the Copper Bull Royal Tent back together after it was crippled by the Yan Wang Army, and he did not want to repeat the same mistakes.

Clearly, attacking the trench was just like when they attacked the city of Ningjin Dusi back then.

However, he had to report back to Mule Hongzhen no matter what.

At the same time, he also had to let Aersiji understand the tactics of the Yan Wang Army.

Thus, he ordered the Servant Soldiers to launch two more charges.

The result was the same; these Servant Soldiers died on the battlefield before they could reach the trench.

Aersiji had been observing the battlefield.

He noticed that some stray Bullets actually struck a fleeing Servant Soldier at a position of about three hundred meters.

The Artillery of the opposing side had a very long flight distance for their Cannonballs.

Even when the Grape Shot hit soldiers within four hundred meters, the residual kinetic energy of the Cannonballs allowed them to continue rolling for a long distance.

Shocked in his heart, just as Lamu was about to launch the fourth wave of charges, he stopped Lamu.

"Retreat. This battle has no meaning if it continues. Damn it, our Ross country has encountered big trouble." Aersiji was deeply worried.

He needed to send this intelligence back to Kiev.