After Akor turned out of the trench, the distance between his position and the earthen wall was only a hundred meters. Standing on the edge of the trench, he could even clearly see the bayonets reflected in the dazzling sunlight on the earthen wall.

The opposite side of the trench, which had been empty, was now covered with the corpses of fallen Houjin soldiers. The wreckage begins at the trench and becomes denser the closer it gets to the earthen wall; Until the edge of the earthen wall, Jiannu, who had been killed by the flying bullets, was stacked almost half a meter high.

Axo stared blankly at the tragic situation in front of him, and it took half a minute to come to his senses. He hurriedly bent down, hurriedly picked up the knife beside Bolton, ran a few steps forward and then reacted to throw the knife away. He took the arquebus off his back, and with a shudder, he took out the arquebus from his waist, lit one end of the arquebus with the tinder he carried, and stuck the arquebus on the hook at the end of the gun.

After the war, every time Akso recalled the operation at that time, he was deeply glad that he had survived the battlefield with a rain of bullets - in such a Shura field where people were beaten out of a hole by lead bullets every moment, he actually stood on the fire rope that had been lit for two minutes, and was not noticed by the Australian Song gunners.

When Axel turned his attention to the earthen wall in the distance again, he found that the Yiding who had rushed to the front had already set up a ladder. The earthen wall was only a foot high, and if he opened his hands and feet, Akor could climb on someone else's shoulder.

So Akor quietly ignited the flame of hope. He subconsciously stepped forward, endured the pain in the soles of his feet, and shouted and charged with hundreds of Yiding around him. The trenches in the rear had been filled in many places, and the Houjin gunners pushed the small cannons over the trenches, and under the cover of the shield wagons, they were busy working, and had already projected the first round of artillery fire onto the earthen wall.

How long did Xi Zhilang squat down with his head covered. A few seconds earlier, a solid bullet had struck the earthen wall, and the battlement that protected him had turned into pieces and flew out in an instant. A small stone hit him in the head, but fortunately, the iron helmet he was wearing saved his life. After recovering from his dizzy state, Kinoro glanced at a certain ashigaru beside him. The unlucky guy was standing with him, his chest was hit by flying stones, and now he was still vomiting blood in his mouth, and he was thinking that he was going to die.

"Jiannu rushed up!" Hoarse shouts were heard. Touching the pit in his helmet, Kinorou gritted his teeth and stood up, sticking his flintlock pistol out of the battlement and aiming it downward.

He was aiming at a large man with a shield, Jiannu. The guy stood in the concave side of the bastion line, seemingly at a loss of sight which side to go up from. Well, the Japanese samurai Kinoro-kun, who is good at helping others, helped him solve the pain of choice. From this distance, Kinorou could see a mixture of panic and despair on the man's face as he found out that he was being targeted.

"Bang!" Kinoro pulled the trigger with a hideous face. The flint slammed into the steel sheet quickly, smashing out a few sparks. These sparks ignited the gunpowder in the chamber, and in doing so, transmitted hundreds of degrees of heat to the chamber, igniting a dozen grams of black powder at the end of the chamber.

The lead bullet flew out of the muzzle, crossed a distance of more than ten meters, and pierced the chest cavity of the big man Jiannu. Hot blood splattered from his body and spilled on the ground, which had been stained red by the blood of other Kennu. The heavy body fell down with dozens of pounds of armor and shields, announcing the weakness of classical armor in the face of firearms.

This is not the only case that has been plagued by curved walls. Fifteen minutes ago, almost all of the Jiannu who had just rushed under the wall were stunned by the folded shape of the wall. The battle-hardened barbarians immediately judged how much damage such a strange wall would inflict on them.

But in front of the musketeers who fired freely on the ramparts, they did not have time to think about countermeasures. After only a moment's pause, thirty or forty Jiannu were killed on the entire front.

The white armor who led the charge reacted, roaring and ordering the coats—after the battle, we found that more than eighty percent of the soldiers who rushed to the front were armed coats—to set up a ladder.

Climbing a ladder is a dangerous job, and the chances of surviving the battlefield are less than 1 in 10. In order to encourage the Baoyi to die enthusiastically for the cause of Daikin, Huang Taiji personally ordered that the Baoyi who climbed the city wall could directly carry the flag and become a glorious Eight Banner warrior. If you can kill the defenders of the city wall, you can also get clothed slaves and become a slave owner.

At the forefront were the soldiers of the vassal army of the Hizen Domain. According to China's hierarchical system of armed forces, the most dangerous work is naturally undertaken by the low-level military. In this way, the Japanese soldiers who crossed the Sea of Japan to help the war were on the front line of the anti-Jin resistance, and contributed to the journey of our Great Song Dynasty with their flesh and blood.

The first round of blows came from the fire of the Kennu musketeers. Still a hundred meters away, the Houjin Wuzhen Chaoha shooters who had just crossed the trench couldn't wait to open fire. Obviously, this near-over-the-horizon strike caused almost no casualties. "If you fire from a hundred meters away, you have the same chance of hitting the target as you are of hitting the moon with buckshot."

The vassal arms men, who had been firmly educated with whips and sticks, remained calm. In the midst of the constant splashing of rubble and the occasional scream, there was silent silence on the more than kilometer-long earthen walls.

The soldiers of Dengzhou Town, who were in squads, patrolled the earthen wall, looking coldly at the rapidly approaching Jiannu army. They needed to command the Japanese dwarfs in front of them, and the Dengzhou army of ten people in a squad was responsible for controlling a company of Japanese vassals. After the war, many of these experienced soldiers were promoted to serve as junior non-commissioned officers in the newly formed units.

Zhang Jinjian did not know at that time that he would be promoted to company commander in the great expansion of the army that began that winter, he only knew that he had to load his ammunition quickly, and the Japanese soldiers on the opposite wall were already holding their spears and preparing to fight the Jiannu who climbed up the ladder.

After a long period of practice, he was able to reload very quickly. While staring at Jiannu not far away, his hands quickly filled the magazine with gunpowder and shotguns, and then handed the magazine to his comrades, who loaded the magazine into the revolver. More than ten seconds later, there was a crisp "click" in my ears, which was the sound of the magazine having been stuck into the artillery.

"Reloaded! Get ready to shoot! ”

The shooter behind him lowered the muzzle of the revolver and aimed it at the slaves below. The cannon was installed at a curved wall, which in this case was an arc about forty meters in diameter, and each enemy attacking it was hit from no less than two sides.

The shield mounted on the artillery made a "ping-pong" sound, which was the bow and arrow fired from below. Zhang Jinjian carefully bent down and hid his body behind the shield. After hearing the shooter's shout, Zhang Jinjian covered his ears with both hands, and his body subconsciously turned sideways, and then five loud bangs sounded in his ears in a row.

After the artillery finished firing the shells, Zhang Jinjian immediately stood up again and assisted the gunner in withdrawing the still smoking magazine. Now the bullet magazine is as high as 100 degrees, and Zhang Jinjian has to use special gloves to touch it for a short time. The comrade took the magazine to cool down, and Zhang Jinjian took out a new magazine from the ammunition box and handed it to the gunner.

After the gunner began to reload the magazine, Zhang Jinjian took the time to look down from the gap in the shield.

The Jiannu who were still fighting bravely on the ladder a minute ago had all fallen to the ground, and the death of the Jiannu who had been sprayed at close range by five shotguns made Zhang Jinjian feel extremely uncomfortable. He tried to look away, to keep himself from vomiting from the shattered sights. A slave with his legs broken was hanging on a ladder and was screaming terriblely. Soon, a spear sticking out of the earthen wall opposite helped him free.

Behind the earthen wall, the heralds rode across the road, shouting every time they passed a section of the earthen wall: "All the artillery has been replaced with shotguns!" Gather fire to knock out the Jiannu artillery! ”

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Akor felt that he was going to die here.

The battle was fought from the sun's rise to the west, and his leather armor was already covered with blood. Fortunately, the dried bloodstains came from other people, including the Japanese Ashigaru, the Han Baoyi, and the Zhenyi Yuding, and the earliest ones may be traced back to the white armor who was killed by a stray bullet.

He was always running on the battlefield, one moment forward, the other backward. He never imagined that this battlefield would be so bloody, and the endless Houjin soldiers rushed towards the earthen wall like a tide, and retreated from the earthen wall like a tide. The Jurchens from the forests of the Far East fought to the death with the Japanese Japanese and the Han people from Shandong, on the earthen wall, under the earthen wall, and in front of the earthen wall. The soldiers of the two armies began to shoot solid bullets, to shotguns and muskets, to bows and arrows and javelins. After the Houjin soldiers attacked the earthen wall for the second time and withstood a volley of Japanese musketeers, the largest cold-weapon battle broke out between the two sides with red eyes.

As an arquebusier, Axel didn't have to rush ahead with a knife tag. He stepped on the earthen wall after the Jin soldiers had gained a foothold on the earthen wall, stepping on a corpse several meters high. As soon as he reached the wall, the loud shouts of killing and the "wriggling" battle line—yes, the wriggling, the soldiers of the two armies stirring together like waves, the word that involuntarily reminded Axso's mind—made him almost jump backwards off the earthen wall.

Behind the earthen wall is a gentle slope, and the counterattacking Ao-Song army can directly step on the slope and rush onto the earthen wall. After losing the earthen wall, Liu Pojun immediately organized a counterattack, and the two Japanese battalions as reserves carried spears and charged under the supervision of the Dengzhou Town Governor's team.

Akso remembered the diminutive widows, shouting "onboard" and wearing black, oddly shaped iron armor, surging up like mad wasps. The archers shot down the Japanese at the front, and the Japanese at the back stepped on their fallen companions, and rushed towards the earthen wall with arrows and lead bullets against the attack.

On the counteroffensive line of more than 300 meters, the three horizontal lines of three uneven Japanese guns collided fiercely with the rear golden knife players who rushed down from the earthen wall. In front of a dense queue of cold weapons, life is passing away faster than at any other time. The soldiers of the two armies at that time were carried away by anger and grief after a day of fighting to the death. There is no fear, no hesitation, and no reason. Except for the most basic queues, the Japanese vassals had no other tactics. After the collision began, even the musketeers, who had finished their rounds of fire, loaded their bayonets and rushed into the crowd screaming.