The distance between the two armies was rapidly approaching. Zheng Jun's sniper had already flashed out, raising his gun and pointing at the gunner in the distance. They didn't have to shoot all the Qing gunners, but as long as they could shoot one out of ten, they could make the rest of the people tremble.

You must know that the gunners of the Qing army were all Han Chinese, and all of them were Ming gunners who surrendered during the Azignan expedition.

And their fighting spirit is just as the status of the Han people in the Manchu Qing Dynasty is not as good as that of the Manchu and Mongolian people, and it is also an undeniable fact that the fighting spirit of these people is not as good as the fighting spirit of the Manchu and Mongolian armies.

As soon as the gunners panicked, the already low-quality shelling was even less effective.

Zheng Sen couldn't stop at the south end of the stone bridge to be bombarded, to let the Zheng army on the north bank have enough space to line up after crossing the White Horse River, and to let the cannons crossing the river have enough space to spread out, Zheng Sen could only lead people to fight forward and force the Qing army to move away. He also attracted some of the Tartar's firepower to himself.

But the Qing army could not sit idly by and watch Zheng Zhilong's army cross the river and calmly line up the troops. It's impossible to watch Zheng Zhilong pull a cannon to the south bank, isn't it? Therefore, Azig's banner did not move at all, it was still three miles away from the stone bridge, and the Qing army's horse armor soldiers did not move at all. It just gave up space for the Green Flag soldiers in front of them.

Therefore, when Zheng Sen entered the army, the distance between the two, which was not far away, was rapidly shortening.

Azig divided two forces of troops and horses to scatter to the left and right flanks, which had no real effect, just to shake the morale of Zheng's army, and at the same time ordered Babutai and Babuhai to prepare for battle.

But he was going to wait until the Zheng army was approaching, so that the artillery that had been replaced with scattered bullets would be shot out in a swarm, so that it would definitely be able to hit the front army of the Zheng army.

And if they are defeated, can the Ma army make persistent efforts to eat all the Zheng troops who have crossed the river and are reorganizing the army?

Even if Zheng Jun withstood this wave of damage, the ten Hongyi cannons in his hand could keep bombarding Zheng Jun, right?

As long as Azig thought about this, he couldn't help but feel a wave of pride in his heart.

Zheng Zhilong is an absolutely cunning and difficult character, but he never dreamed that he would hide some artillery in his hands, right?

He knew that the number of artillery in his army was difficult to hide, and when the Eight Banners Iron Horse was drinking the Yangtze River, Azig did not have any artillery in his hands at all. Now the artillery in the army is all taken from the hands of the Ming army, and even the gunners are all surrendered Ming gunners.

It is difficult to conceal the specific number, and maybe even the specific size and caliber have been clearly explored by Zheng Jun.

But after the confrontation between the two armies, what about deceiving yourself?

Make a cannon out of the tightly clamped wooden pipes, and just light the powder in it to see the white smoke rise. Who can tell the truth from the fake?

Isn't Zheng Jun beaten miserably by the hand he ambushed now?

One shell after another fell into Zheng Jun's array, and every blow was a flesh alley.

"Well, what's going on? Go quickly to the king to inquire. "This Zheng army has not yet entered the range of scattered bullets, why can't the artillery be fired?

These cannons are the most proud cards in Azig's hand. Zheng Jun's musketeers are difficult, right? The rows of guns hit the Eight Banners and the bravery was miserable. If you want to break into the formation, you don't know how many people you have to die before you can do it. But now not a single soldier has moved, and the Zheng army killed by artillery is not four or five hundred, but two or three hundred.

So, how could Azig tolerate the stalling of artillery.

At this time, on the artillery position, the gunners were trembling and hating that they could not move away from the artillery in the next step.

The gap between him and Zheng Jun is constantly shortening, and the sniper has gone from shooting from 300 steps away at the earliest, to now only 140 or 50 steps away, without any cover, and they are not just live targets when they leak out of the sniper's sight?

Sniping from 300 paces away, no matter how divine a sniper is, he can't guarantee that he can hit the enemy with a gun. But when the distance is shortened by half, the gunners of the Qing army are equivalent to selling their heads in the eyes of snipers.

"Bang!"

The crisp sound of gunfire was completely drowned out in the sound of the battlefield, but the gunner who was brushing the muzzle of a gun fell on his back to the sky, and the bullets pierced through the skull, only lifting the heavenly spirit cover. Blood was scattered all over the ground with the brain.

The Qing gunners around him were startled, and even the real Tartars behind them were also startled. But Zheng Jun was still far away from them, and these people looked at Zheng Jun opposite, and they could also see that the people who flashed out of Zheng Jun's column were raising their guns and shooting at them.

The gunners of this era want to be knowledgeable, and even want to be knowledgeable. They didn't know about rifled guns, they only regarded the rifled gun opposite as an extra-large smoothbore gun, and they knew how unreliable the latter's accuracy was. Because of the cannons they operate, the accuracy is very unreliable.

One by one, they only regarded the previous death as unlucky, how unlucky must they be to be killed by a gun so far away?

But as the second man who went to the chamber also died, the faces of the gunners changed.

When the third example of death appeared before their eyes, the gunners were terrified. If it weren't for the Tartars threatening them from behind, the gunners would have turned and fled.

"The prince has an order, fire the cannon immediately. Who would dare not obey? Those who dare to disobey the order and do not respect will be killed! ”

Ben was just a guard who had come to see the situation, but at this time he was furious.

Looking at the gunners who were still trembling, and seeing that they did not react to their words, the guards roared angrily, drove their horses forward, pulled out their waist knives, and the light of the knife fell on the head, and the blood stained the white cotton armor on his body red.

Zheng Sen naturally didn't know the specific situation on the other side, but it was a fact that the Tartar artillery was stopped. Deliver the order now and step forward quickly.

The passionate drumbeat in the formation sounded, and the entire Zheng army column was striding forward. Although this made Zheng Jun's array involuntarily scattered, compared to the artillery bombardment, this was obviously an acceptable price.

"Onward, onward!"

In the sound of neat steps, the distance between the other party naturally became closer and closer. The armor and weapons, the fluttering red tassels, and even the twisted and hideous expressions on the faces of the soldiers on all sides can be seen clearly.

Until there was only a hundred steps left from the Qing artillery, Zheng Sen waved his hand, and the piercing horn sounded loudly in everyone's ears.

The army quickly stood still.

It's an interesting distance, at which the smoothbore is almost no threat, but at the same time it's the edge of the Red Cannon's scatterfire range.

"Raise the gun—" Shi Lang shouted as he raised his waist knife.

"No cannons, no cannons. Put it in and hit again! At the same time, a real Tartar on the artillery position of the Qing army was also yelling.

This man is no longer the guard who drew his sword and killed just now. The man was so arrogant that he had already taken his life with a bullet. Right now, this man is new.

It's still so far away, how can it be easy to fire? You have to put it in and hit it again, even if you don't have 30 steps, you have to have 50 steps! In this way, Zheng Jun was hit hard.

Behind the artillery, Babutai and Babuhai had already arrived in the military column......