The piercing voice of "beep beep ......" spread throughout the front of Zheng Jun.

The officers of the five musketeers all pointed their long knives forward and shouted: "Shoot!" ”

The deafening sound of muskets then rang out on the front line, and the five rows of muskets fired in unison, and a long and dense area of gunsmoke was vacated on the half-mile-long front of Zheng's army.

More than a thousand muskets were fired at the artillery positions.

At a distance of 100 paces, if the bullets fired by the flintlock pistol were to be used against the heavily armored Eight Banner Tartars, it was obviously not enough.

A lot of bullets passed through the artillery position and fell on the Qing army horse infantry behind them, and almost no one in those horse armor soldiers was killed, only the ones who were really unlucky were hit straight in the neck, eyes and other vital points, or the war horses were injured and trampled to death, otherwise, it was really difficult to see blood.

The marbles may be able to penetrate the outer cotton armor, but they will never be able to penetrate the inner iron armor. The Tartar cavalry at the front of the line were mostly dead soldiers wearing two layers of heavy armor. One by one, it was like getting a punch.

It was some Green Banner soldiers, and many of the armor on their bodies were bursting with blood mist, but if you look closely, you can find that there are not many dead among them, and more are screaming in pain after being injured.

It's like the end of the strong crossbow can't enter Lu Min. The spear pierced the cotton armor and leather armor, and its strength was exhausted.

But this is for those who are dressed in armor, and the gunners of the Qing army are all wearing ordinary cotton clothes, covered with a layer of uniforms. Many people have taken off their cotton clothes before.

Now the guns are hitting the head and covering the face, and they have suffered a big loss when they land, and a large piece has fallen in an instant.

After many people were shot, their expressions seemed to be stunned, and they couldn't imagine that Zheng Jun's gun could still threaten them so far away, and then they woke up and immediately fell to the ground in pain and wailed.

It can be said that this salvo gave the Qing gunners a devastating blow!

Although the distance between them is very long, the overall lethality is far less great than that of putting a person in thirty or fifty steps. But this is the only artillery that Azig hid, and no matter how bad the accuracy of the smoothbore gun was, no matter how far the interval was, it would always hit a few dead rats in a swarm.

"Charge, charge—"

Babutai and Babuhai were also shocked when they saw this, but they knew that they couldn't wait any longer, Azig's dream had been shattered, and if they waited any longer, Zheng Jun's guns and ammunition would be reloaded, and at that time, the only way to break this front with Manchu means would be to fill it with countless lives.

Azig in the back formation has already scolded angrily, and artillery is his most proud hand in this formation. What kind of ability is it to drive the horse army to attack the chaotic infantry formation? Anyone can make it. Only this cannon out of nothing made him proud. Moreover, those artillery companies were in full swing before, and Zheng Jun lost a lot of men and horses before he could kill them, which made him look at the back very unhappy.

Who knew that it was time to kick the door, but he dropped the chain at a critical moment, which was really annoying.

"The Baturu of the Qing Dynasty, rush with me......"

Babutai and Babuhai drove the horse team to charge quickly, and it was the Mongolian army flag that hit the front, and one by one they bent their bows and arrows, and before they had reached seventy paces, they had already shot light arrows first.

At such a long distance, the power of the arrows is weak, and the Zheng Jun on the opposite side only needs to bow their heads and continue to reload their ammunition, so that the arrows fly, the armor on their bodies is enough to resist. Some of them were hit by arrows in the chest, but the arrows could not penetrate the armor at all. Only a few unlucky people were hit by arrows in their hands, and they had to retreat with a muffled grunt.

The distance between the two sides is rapidly narrowing.

The Iron Man Army standing at the forefront held their breath one by one, clenched the broadsword and shield in their hands, and a door tiger squat cannon in the array also spewed out angry flames at the right time.

Zheng Zhilong knew that the Qing army on the opposite side was dominated by horsemen, so he consciously increased the number of tiger squat cannons in Zheng Sen's army. At this moment, there was an eruption, a deafening artillery salvo was heard, and the twenty tiger squatting guns on the frontal front opened fire in unison.

The dense light of fire and smoke completely enveloped the half-mile-long battle line.

A tiger squat cannon is hundreds of small projectiles, starting from the muzzle of the cannon and spreading out in a huge fan.

Although it is not as good as the coverage of a cannon, it is still shrouded within thirty paces.

And Zheng Jun's half-mile-wide line had twenty tiger squat cannons, which erupted together, crossing each other, and within the range of the first thirty steps of this array, the projectiles could be described as dense as rain.

The obvious result was that the Mongolian army flag and the dead soldiers of the Eight Banners rushed ahead, and within thirty paces, both men and horses were swept away.

Zheng Sen could clearly see that the dead soldiers of the Eight Banners who rushed to the front were bombarded by a cannonball. Then even the men and horses were about to be blown up, as if they had been pierced by countless sharp blades at the same time, and after a thick mist of blood, the stumps and flesh fell all over the ground.

The dense cannons blew like a gust of wind, sweeping away countless lives. But the Tartar continued to gallop.

Having fought Zheng Jun many times, they know very well what it means to attack Zheng Jun head-on.

That's sacrifice!

The soldiers who were chosen at the front, no matter who they were, were very likely to be killed by Zheng Jun's guns.

Therefore, the Tartars have been mentally prepared for a long time. Although it was really shocking to see the soldiers and horses in front of them being swept away, they were still able to hold it. Azig is more able to withstand it.

The line of the Zheng army was half a mile wide, which seemed to be not small, but let the horse army arrange it, and in the distance of half a mile, it was difficult for them to place even fifty horsemen.

Not to mention the distance between the front and back of the horse army in Ji Chi, there are one or two zhang less, not to mention the farther.

Therefore, even if the Zheng army had already put the Qing army under their noses before firing the cannon, the total number of cavalry only killed one or two hundred horsemen.

This point is not worth mentioning compared to the total number of Qing troops.

The front fell, and the back rushed up, and a puff of arrows continued to fall on the top of Zheng Junjun's head, and at the same time, a spear and a big knife were also turned up at the same time, flashing dazzling light in the sun, and waves of heavily armored Eight Banner Horse Army, shouting and rushing.

"Put!"

Shi Lang was not afraid at all, even if he had been shot into a hedgehog by arrows, and there were no thirty arrows and one or twenty arrows, but in this regard, the big-eared people were born with courage.

A large stream of gunsmoke erupted, and a row of gunshots rang out, followed by a second, then a third, a fourth, and a fifth......

However, in the short time that the Qing army was sprinting, the Zheng army had quickly loaded the ammunition.

However, although the Qing troops in front of them fell one after another, the offensive of the Qing army was never cleared. Countless arrows hit his head and face, and Zheng Sen's ears kept hearing the screams of his generals.

Of course, although the Qing army was shooting arrows, the men and horses were no longer rushing towards the Zheng army.

Because the corpses of men and horses were everywhere in front of the Zheng army, and some injured horses were on a rampage, so that the Qing army had to press the horse's head.

"Prince Ying!" Lucked exclaimed, Azig's plan fell into vain, this battle ......, I am afraid that it will not be good.