All Heavens and Worlds Modified History System

Chapter 8 Dimensionality Reduction Strike
The two armies faced each other in formation, and a sense of murderous atmosphere filled the air.

Chen Ran's troops were located on the left wing, and were in the outermost formation.

This was his proactive request, which would allow him to better utilize the range advantage of the Rumi gun.

The sound of drums was deafening, and the Later Jin cavalry rushed forward.

Many cavalrymen approached the Ming army formation in groups of three or five, shouting and screaming, or shooting arrows to harass them.

Chen Ran, who was going to the battlefield for the first time, straightened his back and tried hard to control his expression.

I kept reminding myself in my heart, "Don't waste time, don't waste time, you must be steady when killing the enemy from a distance."

Coming to a battlefield like this where there are endless people everywhere, it is normal to feel emotionally agitated and unable to control oneself.

"Ajige has mobilized 400 cavalrymen and is about to attack your troops."

'Note: You can modify one of the words.'

The sudden appearance of the subtitles instantly eased Chen Ran's tense mood.

"Wild boar skin, feel the dimensionality reduction attack from the golden finger!"

He glanced at the subtitles and quickly changed the "four hundred cavalrymen" from "four" to "one".

The result was that Ajige mobilized a hundred cavalrymen to launch an attack.

The impact of four hundred cavalrymen and one hundred cavalrymen is completely different.

A few miles away, Ajige had already reached an agreement with Abatai.

Abatai attacked the Ming army's center and right wing to tie down the main force of the Ming army.

Ajige launched a fierce attack on the left wing of the Ming army. After defeating the left wing, he turned to the center army and attacked Zhao Lujiao together with Abatai.

Fighting a war is not about rushing forward in a swarm, but about continuous attacks and tests, weakening the opponent and making him relax his position, then seizing the opportunity to deploy the main force and win the game.

Chen Ran's troops were positioned on the outermost side of the left wing, perfectly matching the main attack target of the Later Jin.

It was only natural that Ajige mobilized his troops and dealt the first round of blows to him.

"Niuna, take forty armored soldiers and lead four hundred Mongols to charge." As soon as he finished speaking, Ajige suddenly felt that the Ming army on the opposite side was vulnerable and more than four hundred cavalry were too many.

"Forget it. You take forty armored soldiers and pick some Mongols to form a hundred cavalry to charge."

With a frown on his face, Niuna suddenly raised his head and looked at Ajige, his face full of disbelief. "Master?"

The Ming army at this time was not as bad as it would be more than ten years later.

The Ming Dynasty's soldiers are still there, and they still have some combat effectiveness.

In Niuna's opinion, the army he was preparing to charge had more than a thousand soldiers and horses, which might be a battalion of the Ming army.

Does his master, who is charging at the battle with a hundred cavalrymen, think he is Gan Xingba or Zhao Zilong?

"They are just some useless muskets." Ajige had observed Chen Ran's army a long time ago, and seeing that most of them were musket soldiers, he was very disapproving. "The most capable musket soldiers of the Ming Dynasty have long died on the banks of the Hun River."

Perhaps he had forgotten that the soldiers from Jiangsu and Zhejiang who died on the banks of the Hun River were also from Jizhen.

Niu Na thought about it and it made sense. The Ming army's musketeers were very bad. They usually opened fire before they reached the range. They were in a panic and had no time to react before their opponents had already rushed in front of them.

As long as we can defeat them, then we can just herd the sheep.

He also forgot how terrifying the truly well-trained Ming army's musketeers were.

At that time, the Later Jin Dynasty was on the banks of the Hun River, and suffered countless casualties but was unable to break through.

With courage, Niuna immediately began to make preparations.

The Later Jin had begun an all-out attack, and Abatai's troops also began to press forward to tie down the Ming army's center.

Ajige did not hesitate any longer and immediately ordered Niuna to charge.

Niuna, who was rushing over at an accelerated speed, was already approaching within a mile. The Mongolian cavalry that had been harassing Chen Ran's troops quickly dispersed and made way for the charge.

"finally come."

Chen Ran took a few deep breaths, then shouted loudly, "First Division, move forward, Second Division, get ready! Set up the stone marker ninety steps!"

He was accompanied by a group of personal soldiers carrying flags, shouting and conveying orders, with drums beating and flags waving.

More than 600 men from the First Division came forward holding Rumi guns and formed six battle lines based on bureaus.

He lit the long fuse wrapped around his body, poured in gunpowder and stuffed the lead into it, and prepared to fire, just as he had been doing on the training ground for a long time.

Some cavalrymen quickly advanced ninety steps and threw white-painted stones on the ground.

Two hundred steps away, Niuna anxiously looked at the Ming army on the opposite side, muttering, "They are so close, why haven't they opened fire yet?"

In the past, when charging the Ming army's formation, there were cases where the Ming army's musketeers would blindly fire from a distance of several miles.

That was all due to lack of training and lack of confidence in the firearms in their hands.

But now they were already two hundred steps away, and the Ming army on the opposite side had not made any movement, but were pointing their muskets at them.

Those rows of black gun muzzles are frightening to look at.

However, at this point in time, there is no choice but to keep moving forward.

By the time the cavalry had rushed past ninety steps, the front row had already passed the white stones that Chen Ran had ordered his men to place earlier, and there was a rumbling sound of drums.

Following the officers' roars, the musketeers in the front row finally opened fire.

The dense sound like thunder exploded in all directions, followed by thick smoke.

After the front row finished shooting, they quickly put away their guns and turned around to walk back, reloading as they walked.

The back row came forward and followed the drumbeats and roars, raising their guns and firing again.

This is the three-stage shooting technique that has existed since the early Ming Dynasty. When Mu Ying pacified the south of Caiyun, it made great contributions.

The reason why Chen Ran's troops spent so much money on training was that the continuous musket training consumed a lot of scrapped muskets and huge amounts of gunpowder.

After all, these three stages of shooting techniques, to put it bluntly, are to increase the density of firepower per unit time as much as possible in the matchlock gun era.

More than 600 people from the Fire Gun Division circled around twice and fired more than ten rounds in a row. The pungent smoke was everywhere. The thick smoke even blocked the vision and nothing could be seen.

The drumbeats had stopped, but sporadic gunshots could still be heard, followed by the shouting and scolding of junior officers.

He was a nervous soldier, still shooting numbly.

The winter wind was strong, and after the smoke was blown away, hundreds of cavalry corpses were seen lying in a mess a few dozen steps away.

With thousands of bullets sweeping across the area, it was natural that a mere hundred cavalrymen would be shot into sieves.

'The modification has been completed, and the reward will be issued.'

"Distribute forty sets of iron armor and twenty sets of horse armor."

Chen Ran, who was on horseback, exhaled heavily.

The smoke was pungent and the sound of drums was deafening.

He was also feeling a little dizzy.

This is the case for everyone who goes to the battlefield for the first time. It is normal to feel a little dizzy.

I felt confused and dizzy, but with experience, I was able to gradually adapt to this cruel scene.

"Master Qianzong." The personal soldiers around him stared at him with burning eyes.

Chen Ran knew what they were thinking and nodded immediately, "Go ahead."

A group of personal soldiers rode out of the army on horseback and came to the corpses of the Later Jin Dynasty to collect the heads.

The Ming army’s merit and rewards were based on the number of heads taken, and if there was a head taken, there would be a silver reward.

The Eastern Tartars received the highest rewards, followed by the Mongols.

"General Chen Qian!"

Zhu Laitong, with an excited look on his face, rode over and shouted, "Great achievement, this is a great achievement."

The Ming army’s combat effectiveness was too poor, and they would be praised to the sky if they could behead dozens of people in a battle, just like the great victory of Ningjin in the past.

All the hundreds of Eastern Tartars who charged into the battle line were lying down. This was undoubtedly a great achievement.

"It's not bad." Chen Ran, who was used to mowing the grass in the game, didn't think it was anything great. "It should be a trick, it's not a big deal."

"Sir, we have captured forty-one heads of the Tatars, one of whom is Niulu Ezhen."

Zhu Laitong was shocked. "How is it possible?"

There are forty real Tatars among just a hundred cavalrymen. When did the real Tatars become so many?

In fact, these forty Later Jin armored soldiers were intended to drive four hundred Mongolian cavalry, and this ratio was quite appropriate.

But Chen Ran's modification only allowed them to charge with a hundred cavalrymen. As a result, they did not even touch the edge of the Ming army's formation, and were all shot like sieves.

Both the man and his horse were beaten to pieces, and their armor was in a state of disrepair.

Apart from horse meat and horse heads, there was no other gain.

The Ming army and the Later Jin army have already engaged in a full-scale battle, and the fighting between the central army and the right wing is in full swing.

On the battlefield, there were shouts and neighs of horses, rumbling of gunfire, and gongs and drums beating, it was like a huge and lively stage.

Ajige, sitting on horseback, rubbed his pale face vigorously.

In the end, he was so angry that he just slapped himself.

"What are you thinking? Why did you send a hundred cavalrymen? Forty armored soldiers, ah~~~"

This basically destroyed the core combat power of a Niulu. There were only a few Niulu in his Bordered White Banner.

Moreover, he had two younger brothers, Dorgon and Dodo, to share, so how many Niulu he directly controlled were there?

"Lord Baylor."

One of Abatai's servants rode over and shouted, "My master wants to know when we can break the formation. The Zhao Rujiao over there is biting like a mad dog."

On the Ming army's central side, Zhao Lushi, who had support forces to guard the two wings, rushed forward with his servants, bringing tremendous pressure to Abatai.

"understood."

Ajige, with a dark face, waved his hands vigorously and said, "Tell Brother Seven that I will be there soon!"

The anger that had been suppressed in recent years due to Huang Taiji's suppression could no longer be contained at this moment.

Ajige, who had a hot temper to begin with, went into a frenzy of attack in a rage.

"Ajige, who was in a rage, launched a general attack a quarter of an hour later."

'Note: You can modify one of the words.'

Looking at the subtitles in front of him, Chen Ran raised his head and looked across.

The Later Jin troops over there were constantly mobilizing, and deafening shouts could be heard from afar, showing that their morale was high.

After thinking for a while, Chen Ran erased the "15 minutes" and wrote the word "9".

The general attack, which was supposed to start in a quarter of an hour, was postponed to nine quarters of an hour later.

Eight quarters of an hour is one hour, and this delay pushed it to more than an hour later.

"The first attack is powerful, the second is weak, and the third is exhausted." Chen Ran looked at the Houjin troops in the distance and smiled and told Zhu Laitong, "Master Zhu, the Eastern Tartars will not attack so quickly. Let each unit take turns to rest, eat dry food and drink water."

Zhu Laitong had also been on the battlefield, and he saw that the other side had clearly made a pre-war mobilization and was about to launch a large-scale attack.

Resting at this time is seeking death.

The words of dissuasion came to my lips, but they turned into "I know."

I don’t know why, but he believes everything Chen Ran says!

(End of this chapter)