With a dull sound of gunfire, those Jiannu who had escaped the shelling suddenly fell hundreds more, and the remaining Jiannu not only did not flee, but even accelerated their pace, shouting and killing the Ming army. For these savages, who were still living in the life of a blood-drinking man, the death of others did not stir up fear, but even anger. The reason covered by anger made them desperately kill the Ming army.

Besides, in their opinion, what stood between them and the Ming army was only a distance of more than a hundred paces, and there were just a few seemingly inconspicuous wires, what was the big deal!

As long as they kill them and kill them in the long trenches of the Ming army, they can get a large reward, and they can kill all these damn Ming dogs! At least in their memory, they had taught the Ming army this lesson more than once.

And every time they attack like this, it will make Ming Gou flee. They believed that if they killed them, those Ming dogs would surely fall apart like the Ming dogs who died under their swords before them.

Don't say that they think so, even Guan Bao also thinks so, he believes that as long as everyone kills the past, victory is just like the past, within reach.

Finally, Guan Bao rushed to the place less than a hundred steps away from the front line of the Ming army, the soldiers around him, as in the past, as soon as they saw the Ming army, they opened their bows and released arrows, different from the previous two or three hundred paces when they were throwing, this time they were direct shots, for these fish skin tartars who came out of the mountains and forests of Heilongjiang and relied on fishing and hunting for a living, arrows have long become a part of their lives, and the bow has even become a part of their bodies. With a whoosh, it flew forward in a straight line, almost against the breastwork of the trench, and shot straight into the heads of several musketeers, and as soon as the musketeers with arrows in the head fell to the ground, another arrow took advantage of the gap exposed after they fell into the crowd, and shot at the chests of other musketeers nearby, and the powerful arrows even pierced the chests of the Ming soldiers.

"Ahh

It was only a moment's effort, and the musketeers standing in front of them only let out a muffled grunt, and then fell to the ground, and more arrows stained the breastwork wall and shot in again, shooting a blood mist straight behind the breastwork, and blood splattered for a while.

"Steady! Hold ...... steady"

Despite the constant attacks of arrows, Niu Venus still kept shouting the password, for the line of musketeers, the losing side is often the weak-willed side, the competition is who collapses first, even if the bullets rain, everyone must stand there, stand there facing the bullets, and change to arrows, the same is true. An arrow grazed almost against his neck, and although it didn't pierce his neck, it hit a soldier in the rear. The arrowhead that flashed with cold light pierced through the door and went straight through the back of his head, revealing a full two or three inches of arrows, and the soldier didn't even have time to snort quickly, and fell to the ground on his back.

Whenever a warrior falls, a warrior from the rear takes his place, and it seems that death cannot stop them. At least death won't crumble their defenses.

As the soldiers released their arrows, Sekiho continued to rush forward, his eyes fixed on the wire in front of him, and when he tried to cut it with his sword, the man suddenly tripped and fell.

This is...... Tripping?

Not a tripwire, but a low-level single-strand barbed wire, and in front of the wire net, they deliberately set up several criss-crossed low-level barbed wire, although the iron spikes on the wire could not pierce the armor-piercing leather iron boots on Jiannu's feet, but they still knocked them to the ground.

That is, at the same time as a group of Jiannu stumbled, the soldiers in the trenches behind the barbed wire, after completing the loading, once again raised their guns and aimed at the Qing army in front.

Pressing the front sight according to the door, the front sight presses the target......

The moment he pulled the trigger, Sun Maocai only felt a sharp blow on his shoulder, and the muzzle of the gun was shrouded in a cloud of white smoke, although the smoke blocked his vision, he still saw that the fierce Jiannu fell backwards violently as if he had been hit by a hammer, so close to the distance, he even saw a cloud of blood mist raised when the bullet pierced the person's body.

Killed!

Although he had been eager for revenge, when he really killed someone, he was stupid, stunned, and stood in the trench in a daze, staring at the fallen Jiannu.

Is he dead?

Is there blood under his body?

All kinds of thoughts flashed in his heart, and for a while he was even a little dazed, and some didn't know why, until someone suddenly shouted.

"What are you doing there, don't load the bullets quickly!"

Only then did he see that the captain was looking at him angrily.

"If you want revenge, hurry up and load your bullets, don't you hate the one who killed your son? They are, they are, hurry up, move fast......"

The captain's roar made Sun Maocai put down the gun in a panic, and then felt a bullet from the cartridge box on his waist, bit through the paper shell and poured gunpowder from the muzzle into the barrel......

Like everyone else, they were not fast at all, and even a little rushed, and they would even scatter gunpowder all over the muzzle.

Although the prince left them with 10,000 muskets when he left, having muskets does not mean that they have combat effectiveness. A recruit is always a recruit, let alone an undertrained recruit.

Their movements were chaotic, but the Jiannu in front of them was even more chaotic, after they tripped over the low barbed wire under their feet, when they tried to cut the barbed wire under their feet, they couldn't see where the barbed wire was at all, they were all placed in the snow, only a foot from the ground, completely covered by snow, even when they stumbled desperately and continued to rush forward, there were still barbed wire in front of them, just in front of them.

Those half-human high barbed wire, although it seems inconspicuous, but in their eyes, these inconspicuous things, but more entangled than tigers, they want to jump, but can't jump, want to rush but can't rush, finally try their best to cut a wire, but when they go forward, there is another layer of barbed wire waiting for them in the snow.

While the recruits were scrambling to reload, the Qing troops who broke into the barbed wire fence were like rats trapped in a mousetrap, rushing left and right, trying to rush out of it, but their struggle was in vain. They are either tripped by low-level barbed wire, or trapped in barbed wire, especially snake-bellied wire, which makes it difficult for them to move their bodies, although the armor on their bodies makes it difficult for them to move their feet in the barbed wire.

"Ahh

Although Guan Bao tried his best to cut the barbed wire with a knife, the knife was useless, and the barbed wire in the snake's belly only bounced once, and then returned to its original state. The bouncing barbed wire seemed to mock his futility.

"What is this?"

"These things from Minggou!"

In the midst of their shouts, these fearless fishskin tartars found themselves like salmon trapped in a fish cage, unable to advance or retreat, and the seemingly inconspicuous barbed wire was like a nightmare, making them feel like they were trapped in a cage, slamming into it.

In the beginning, they even rampage through the barbed wire with the protection of their armor, but the further they went, the deeper they became, and in the end, the fish skin tartars that penetrated deep into the barbed wire were all trapped in it without exception, like salmon, struggling there in vain, and they tried their best to chop the barbed wire with their knives, even if they finally broke a few, but it did not change their fate of being trapped in it.

In fact, they should be glad that at least there is no machine gun in front of them. In fact, there is no difference with or without machine guns, for these fishskin tartars trapped deep in cages. After all, now they can only struggle in vain, and they have no time to care about the bullets fired from in front of them.

Death seemed to be predestined, and from the time the fish skin tartar jumped into this cage like a salmon in Heilongjiang, death was already inevitable.