After putting on the armor, the whole person was stronger than No. 1 Zha Hai, looking at the Niu Zhuang in front of him, his eyes were full of indifferent indifference. This is a look that only people who have seen more life and death than war have.

Like Bai Du behind him, his eyes were full of throbbing when he looked at Niu Zhuang. The horrible scar on his face trembled slightly, it was the first time he had been on the battlefield—it had been left to him by a fierce Ming soldier during the Battle of Songjin.

Uncle Zha Hai's shiny iron armor could not alleviate the fear in his heart at this time. It's just that he can't and doesn't dare to show it on his face.

On the contrary, when Zahai turned around to return his armor, there was still a look of envy in his eyes.

Bayala, white-armored soldiers, that's the real elite of the Eight Banners. There are only ten in one cow.

Draped in three layers of armor, what else in this world can pierce it? As long as they weren't unlucky enough to be hit by a cannonball, the muskets wouldn't be able to help them, right?

Zha Hai smiled at his nephew, looking at Bai Du's envious eyes on him, very satisfied. Wouldn't that be more motivating? "Baidu, this battle must be fought well. Behind me, follow closely. ”

"Why?" Bai Du glanced at Niuzhuang with disgust, and said in a low voice: "Uncle, this small town of Niuzhuang has no gold and silver goods, and there is no Han ...... little lady."

"But it has the attention of the master. We are the master's pro-army, for a small cattle village, the Bayala soldiers of the two yellow flags have concentrated a small fifty people, and the two yellow flags and two red flag troops are thousands. Then there were the Mongolian army, the Han army and other banners, and the total strength outside Niuzhuang exceeded 4,000 people. If you have made a contribution in this battle, how can it be dishonorable? ”

Bai Du heard it and said yes again and again, but in his heart he laughed at his own uncle for being rude. I don't want to think about it, the emperor attaches so much importance to the place, and has mobilized so many troops to fight many times before and after, so how can Nikan on the other side be easy?

Don't take it easy, save your life, but move forward in a big way, and get the honor of being the first, I really don't know whether to live or die.

"You are light armor, mainly with bows and arrows, you don't need to take a big knife, the bayala in front of you are all spears and big knives, after we disperse, you follow and kill, the waist knife is enough."

Bai Du agreed with a smile.

Zha Hai ignored him, took out a horn wrench from his waist and put it on the thumb of his right hand, and gently pulled the bowstring.

At this time, the dense sound of gunfire had already reached their ears.

There was also the sound of horses' hooves next to him, and when Bai Du looked up, he saw several teams of Mongolian soldiers and horses running past him.

After a while, a sharp suona sound suddenly sounded in the array, and the old slave even followed the military in the early years of the Ming army, suona, trumpet, these hooligan instruments, Jianyu has also learned to use it to the present. Zha Hai shouted, and with the assistance of Bao Yi, he turned over and got on his horse. Bai Du and others also climbed on horseback.

At this moment, in front of the formation, hundreds of Wuzhen Chaoha soldiers who had just engaged in the battle for a short time seemed to have collapsed, which was too. It's only been a long time since the war began.

The Wuzhen Chaoha soldiers shrank into three regiments with the remnants of the shield carts. There were large corpses lying on the ground, as well as piles of shield wagon remains.

The shield car is also known as the car or the brand car, as the name suggests, is to use thick wood to cover a layer of cowhide, a layer of iron sheet, to make a mobile fortification, this kind of shield car not only the size of the bricks and stones can not be destroyed, the fire gun can not be penetrated. In the past, only artillery could destroy.

Therefore, when the Eight Banners Army was fighting, it would let the infantry and cavalry hide behind this kind of shield cart to gradually advance, and when it approached a certain distance, it would then use archers to cover the cavalry charge, so that the Ming army would be defeated with one blow.

However, Zheng Zhilong's army has a large number of turtledoves and even big turtledoves. The shield cart is simply not useful.

The Han soldiers who were hiding behind the shield cart were still praying not to be hit by the shells, but they were directly cleaned up by the turtledove's foot, and I don't know how many people were pierced by the flying wooden thorns like hedgehogs.

The spiked fragments shot out were as strong as arrows, and the coats of the carts and the Han army were covered with wooden thorns and debris, and they were even hit in the eyeballs, inserted into the face, ears and nose, and the blood flowed like an infusion. After every row of cannons or gunshots, there were people rolling on the ground with their heads and faces covered, howling in disbelief, or kneeling on the ground with spasms and shivers in pain.

One by one is miserable, one by one crying dad and calling mother.

But these Han troops also supported the distance of forty or fifty steps in front of the battle, not because they were really brave, but because they did a lot of work for the dead ghosts, but because they had the Mongolian Manchurian army behind them to suppress the formation.

Two passages were split in the queue, and even the wreckage of a shield cart was pushed aside, and two or three hundred Mongolian forwards had already been killed, and they were rushing out of the passages with horses. And behind this batch of Mongolian troops, there are still three or two hundred Mongolian troops who are already jogging!

These Mongolian troops were followed by the Eight Banners Manchurian Army. The leader is the Baya soldiers of Zahai.

The guns and cannons under the head of Niuzhuang City were endless, and the Menghan army was killed and wounded. A war horse fell down with a wail, and the Mongolian soldiers on horseback fell far away, even the war horse that sprinted to the ground fell to the ground and rolled on the ground several times.

The muskets of the Ming army were fired in rows, and the speed was not very fast, but what was surprising was that even though the Mongolian soldiers broke through, the Ming army's musket shooting has not been chaotic at all. This is more clearly heard, and what it means.

Niu Zhuang is really not a soft bone to gnaw.

You must know that the previous Wuzhen Chaoha soldiers were already close to the breastwork forty or fifty distances, which was still a big distance for the infantry, but for the cavalry, it was a blink of an eye.

The men and horses of the Mongolian army rushed forward, bombarded with the cannons at the head of the city, and shot arrows at the Ming army.

And a scene that surprised the leader of the Mongolian army appeared. Crackling arrows fell into the inside of the breastwork, but the Ming troops stood still. The shotgunners in the front row did not mean to shoot indiscriminately, and the people in the back row did not even level the mouth of the gun. He only watched himself approach quickly with a determined gaze......

Is this fucking stupid?

I don't know how many Meng Bing thinks so in their hearts at this moment, I'm afraid it's really a bunch of fools? Otherwise, why are you not afraid of arrows and casualties?

However, the Ming army was still shooting unhurriedly.

After putting the Mongol soldiers twenty or thirty paces, several rows of musketeers suddenly came to a volley. The firelight flickered, the smoke rose, and the soldiers heard a loud thunderous roar.

It's a salvo.

The salvo of hundreds of muskets, the loud noise did not sound like a musket, but like a cannon roaring! Even it drowned out the sound of the cannons.

The Mongolian banners were not strong in their will to fight, just like those Han soldiers, when the battle was unfavorable, their morale would always decline at an extraordinary rate.

That's what happened in the current blow.

In the eyes of Ao Bai and Tulai in the back, the Mongolian army flag was already very close, but it suddenly collapsed under the muskets of the Ming army.

"These damn Ahanikan ......," Ao Bai was furious. In fact, he even wanted to scold Meng Junqi, but his brain didn't get into the water, did he? Then you can only grab the Han army flag and curse.

Thurai also had fire in his eyes, he threw more than a thousand steps into the battlefield, and lost so much, but he still couldn't get close to that low breastwork, this is simply unreal!

But he's the commander.

"Mingjin!" Thurai said angrily.