E Shuo retreated with the remnants of the Eight Banners and climbed down, and soon, the front of Xinzhai was clean, and there was no standing figure.

Corpses, men and women, old and weak, all of them fell in pools of blood, and only a few of them could slip along the battlefield to the east, and the swords, guns, bows and arrows of the Tartars were not ornaments.

Three or two thousand people are gone, and there are quite a few Tartars.

Not to mention the defenders of Xinzhai, even the guard Hong Xu was a little stunned. This kills people with a shotgun, and the end is fast.

Although the sound of guns and cannons in the new village is lively, what about the whole process? In a few moments, so many people fell......

If you use swords, guns, bows and crossbows, the current defenders must have been ruthlessly consumed. No archer can shoot a dozen or more shots in a row in a short period of time and still be able to maintain a normal state.

But the Zheng soldiers were now using muskets, and they didn't feel tired at all.

Even Hong Xu felt a kind of relaxation from the bottom of his heart, yes, relaxed. Although so many people died in front of Xinzhai, although so many of their own people died in their hands, they always have a good heart if they don't hold knives and guns to kill.

"Aung Bang Zhangjing, do you want to ...... next?" Baiyintu looked at Turgdao.

"Of course it continues. You don't have to be afraid, Nikan only has those two cannons to use, what should you do? Turg reprimanded.

Baiyintu bowed his hand and beat the horse down. Although Turg said it lightly, it did make sense.

It didn't take long for dense layers of shields to appear on the Qing army's array, and the dense shields were preceded by another group of people, and a large number of Eight Banner soldiers hid behind, driving the people to rush towards Xinzhai.

Zheng Jun's guns are really sharp, but the Qing army is not a coward. The shield in the hands of this wave of Qing troops was specially added, and the shield was wrapped with a layer of cotton armor. Stronger defense.

At least Ziyang's bird guns can't pierce them.

"Prepare for battle."

The officers shouted loudly, and there was a sharp suona sound, which always made people pay attention instantly.

Everyone knows that this is when the battle really begins.

The Eight Banners behind those shield soldiers, all of whom were armed with light arrows, gave up their traditions in order to reach the defenders early.

Clear the bow should be equipped with heavy arrows, so that the shooting is accurate, the damage is large, and the comprehensive effect is the best. Using a light arrow will not only damage the bow, but may also shake the palm of the hand to a bald skin, and the arrow speed will be slow.

But at the moment, none of these are in the eyes of the Eight Banners.

No matter how sharp the guns of the Zheng army on the other side are, the Qing army already has a spectrum in their hearts, and it is not easy to choose between human life and bows and arrows.

The sound of gunfire and cannons rolled over, and a stream of gunpowder smoke had risen over Xinzhai, and the fierce north wind blew away the gunpowder smoke.

The large amount of smoke produced when the black powder burst into flames may have been a major flaw in the Zheng army's position during the war, unless there was a north wind blowing, and the thick gunpowder smoke enveloped the sheep and horse wall, and the soldiers there could only see the line of sight at a distance of thirty or twenty paces, and were completely ignorant of the farther places.

But even with the help of the north wind, the sound of rolling guns and cannons could not stop the Qing army from approaching. The overwhelming rain of arrows rushed from behind the meat shields of the Han family and the shield soldiers of the Qing army in the next moment.

The arrows flew straight, diagonally, or from the sky, covering the entire range between the sheep and horse walls and the camp wall.

The screams followed, but except for a few who were particularly unlucky, such as those who were stuck in the neck by a large number of falling arrows, the Zheng soldiers who made the screams were all hit by the arrows that flew straight into the vital point. This is like Jiannu hunting in the dense forests of the white mountains and black waters, they will not be far away to provoke the prey with light arrows, but will only lurk close, with strong bows and heavy arrows, a fatal blow!

"Don't panic, shoot, salvo-"

The officers shouted loudly, but they themselves bent down unconsciously. The soldiers of the Zheng Army who were hit by heavy arrows and couldn't die anymore were not fake.

The sheep and horse wall, or the territory centered on the sheep and horse wall, is densely packed with arrows like hedgehogs.

The Zheng army lowered his head and continued his movements, letting the arrows rain down.

"Fire—"

The sharp suona sound sounded again in the sheep and horse wall, "boom, boom, boom, boom......"

But it was not a Hongyi cannon, but a dexterous tiger squat cannon, which erupted in anger for the first time today. Zheng Jun has already experienced the convenience and sharpness of the tiger squat cannon outside the gate, and when Zheng Zhilong frees up his hand, will there be a lack of tiger squat cannon in the army?

A tiger squat cannon fired, and what was shot out was a large net, hundreds of bullets, enough to cover a distance of dozens of steps.

Turg, who was watching the battle, screamed all over the place. How can Zheng Jun still have a small cannon?

Zheng Zhilong held the binoculars and watched the battle in Xinzhai intently. A door tiger squat cannon with a musket, how could the Qing army attack it in broad daylight? Don't forget, there's a wave of grenadiers behind the sheep wall.

The sound of the tiger squat cannon was as if it was clearing the field, and the last people fell to the ground, and many Tartars hiding behind the people were easily killed by the bullets sprayed by the tiger squat cannon.

Whether it is the heavy armor on their bodies or the shields in their hands, they are not suitable for use in front of the cannons.

"Kill, ......" One by one, the Eight Banners soldiers still rushed forward in a frantic manner.

"Kill the Bright Dog!" You can see their twisted and hideous faces.

And facing the firearms of the Ming army, rushing forward, firing arrows and wielding knives, this is something that many of them have experienced. They were also convinced that with the sword and bow in their hands, they could easily win.

But today's battle was quite different from the past, and the Ming army in front of them was able to maintain their composure in their onslaught and rain of arrows, and even hit them back with rows of volleys.

The drums of the Qing army increased in frequency, and Bai Yintu had a hideous expression on his face, he knew that the Zheng army's guns were far sharper than other Ming troops, so he had to speed up the approach, and the warriors of the Eight Banners had to rush faster.

"Put!"

The deafening sound of muskets and volleys of guns not only maintain the lethality of the muskets, but also deter the enemy. The Qing soldiers who shouted and charged fell in large pieces.

Hong Peng aimed at an officer-like person in the Eight Banners who supervised others, wearing a lightning hat, wearing blue cotton armor, dancing a waist knife and shouting wildly.

Hong Peng pulled the trigger, and a fierce fire immediately erupted from the flintlock rifled gun in his hand, and a long stream of bloody arrows immediately shot out from the chest of the person who looked like a Tartar officer.

Although the latter is dressed in cotton armor, and perhaps lined with inner armor, the lethality of rifled guns exceeds that of flintlock pistols.

In fact, there are not many such flintlock rifled guns in Zheng Zhilong's hands, and the few rifled guns in his hands were given to him by Europeans as gifts. For example, the Gallic chicken's Minin front-loading rifle.

The latter is also a dispensable small role in the current European theater, and now except for the Danes, who are willing to equip it in the army, forming a certain scale, the armies of other countries are reluctant to use this rifled musket because of the high cost of making the rifling double line and the inconvenience of loading ammunition from the muzzle.

Zheng Zhilong also let people imitate it. From groping to successful imitation, and then to production, it is possible to use a constant amount of time. So, he doesn't have much in his hands now.

The Tartar officer staggered backwards and fell out, clutching his wounds and rolling to the ground, not dead for a moment.

Hong Peng smiled, shrunk his head, hid behind the sheep and horse wall, and struggled to reload his ammunition. A sniper like him is a selected soldier of the Zheng Group, and Hong Peng is Hong Xu's family.

The value of his existence is not to shoot ordinary Tartar soldiers, but to choose worthy targets, such as officers, or those wild boar-like Bayala soldiers.

The surrounding Xinzhai is only a mile long, and the sheep and horse wall on one side is only a hundred steps away, and it is full of gaps. The entire sheep and horse wall is defended by a team of musketeers, plus a mouth tiger squatting cannon, as well as the scramble on the camp wall behind them, forming a steady stream of firepower.

The vigorous Qing army is like a huge fist to hammer a copper pea, how can the effect be good? Not only can it not be smashed, but it will be hurt by the copper pea.