Dirkzik was whipped in the face by Hauge, and his left eye was almost convulsed, and the pain was so severe that he had to strangle his eye with a strip of cloth. Then, in his heart, he cursed Hauge fiercely, but he had to hold a long card and lead the troops forward.

The official level crushed people to death, not to mention that Hauge was several levels older than him.

Two or three hundred of the Eight Banners Army horses were divided into two steps, at this time, even the horse armor soldiers had to dismount and lead the horses, and in front of them were no less than three hundred people in the coat of Aha, and then on the two wings, one hundred and ten Mongolian flag soldiers lined up a more scattered queue, beating horses and rushing towards the volunteer battalion.

The role of the Mongolian military flag was not to destroy the array of the volunteer battalion, but to disrupt the shooting and queue of the Ming army with mounted shooting. Haoge, who did not know the details of the first battle of Niuzhuang, had a very similar idea at this time to the original Turai and Aobai.

It's just that at the moment, he doesn't have the Han Army flag soldiers as substitutes for the dead ghosts, and the second is that he doesn't have a shield car, so he can only use the coat Aha and the long card, and put on a heavy cotton armor for the charging Eight Banner soldiers.

But Dekzik didn't think that the long card in his hand and the double cotton armor on his body could bring him safety.

There is a powerful bird gun in the hands of the Ming army, and when a shot comes, a long card can penetrate a person's body a hundred steps away. He had seen the corpse with his own eyes, the armor on his chest had only torn a small eye the size of a thumb, and behind it was a bloody hole the size of a bowl.

That's not a clothed Aha who doesn't wear armor, but a serious Uncle of the Eight Banners. Sturdy cotton armor is as useless as tissue paper in front of that kind of firecracker.

Dekzik directly transferred a few people in front of him.

With tears in his eyes, Wang De walked forward with the long card waist knife in his hand, he didn't dare to cry, it was causing trouble to the army's heart. The Tartars have already chopped off several heads. But Wang De was afraid.

The long card fart in his hand is useless, and a shot came from the opposite side, and he was seriously injured if he didn't die. And for their coated minions, serious injuries are no different from death.

Wang De was only glad that he was not selected to carry the torch, which was even more targeted.

"Bang Bang Bang ......"

As the Mongols attacked, the gunfire from the opposite side rang out. The wailing of the horses and the screams of the soldiers were endless. When Wang De heard it in his ears, he was even more frightened. Tears and snot almost covered a face.

But he didn't dare to slow down, because once he slowed down, he was likely to shoot an arrow directly from the back, killing him on the spot.

The Eight Banners clothed them, the Han people, and they didn't treat them as people at all.

And just when Wang De, an unknown ordinary coat in the crowd, strode towards death, death really came.

When the coats rushed to a distance of about seventy paces in front of the crescent, the shotgunmen in the array fired their guns in rows.

Platoon shooting, characteristic of the times.

The bird's gun alone can't talk about accuracy and lethality at all, but within the killing distance of the firegun, the rows of bullets fired out are absolutely powerful.

The screams in front of the battle rang out, Wang De's legs were weak, and he threw himself to the ground, and he reflexively wanted to get up, but as soon as his arms were half propped up, his head seemed to be hot, and it felt like something flew over his head. Then something came out of his head, and then the pain reached his brain.

Wang De wanted to scream, but in an instant, he didn't scream, but the whole person fell back to the ground.

There was the sound of footsteps in his ears, and the torches illuminated him, and no one looked at him more, and the blood on his head made one look at it and not skim it a second time. I feel like a dead person who can't die anymore.

The sound of gunfire was as light as fried beans, and the Qing army's attack method, the volunteer battalion had no pressure at all. Whether it was the coat at the front, the Mongolian army flags on the wings, and even the Eight Banners infantry armor wearing heavy armor, they were all turned on their backs by rows of guns.

Until Dekzik turned over and got on his horse, "Rush, kill Nikan ......"

Hundreds of Eight Banner vest soldiers urged the horses to kill. Although there was no shield cart, the meat shield in front of them made them reach a distance where they could charge.

That meat shield refers not only to more than 300 coats, but also to 100 Eight Banner Infantry Soldiers.

Seeing hundreds of cavalry rushing out, Zheng Sen was not afraid at all. How similar is this scene to the scene in front of the cow village? Although there was no trench in front of the volunteer battalion to resist horses, there was not a single artillery piece behind it.

"Tiger Zun Cannon, Weiyuan Cannon Ready, Bombardier Ready! Hand-to-hand combatants get ready! ”

Knowing that Zheng Sen and his party would fight on land, how could Zheng Zhilong not prepare some small artillery for him?

In fact, Zheng Zhilong tried everything from the Thunderbolt Cannon to the small Furlong cannon, to the bowl gun, and even the Weiyuan cannon, and some of the small guns on the ship were tried. The former is either less powerful or heavier, and neither of them is suitable.

The most beautiful thing that is suitable for infantry combat is the Tiger Squat Cannon. Don't look at people's appearance, it's not surprising, but the weight of the tiger squat cannon is small, and a single soldier can move flexibly. Scatter bullets, wide coverage, strong lethality.

You must know that the infantry cannon equipped with the Volunteer Battalion does not need a long range, and Zheng Sen does not need a "sniper rifle", but only a small 'shotgun' like the Huzun cannon.

But there are dozens of large and small artillery pieces in the Zhengjia Water Division, hundreds or thousands, but there are no Tiger Zun cannons.

Not to mention the bird boat and the blacktail boat, there are no small cannons at all. There are no centipedes on the ship, not even in the old lock boat. The only three Huzun cannons were captured from the Qing army's treasury.

Looking at that appearance, it is obvious that this kind of small cannon falling into the hands of the Qing army is also a 'treasure dust'.

The three Tiger Squat Cannons were simply not enough to protect the entire Volunteer Battalion. In desperation, he could only fill it with the No. 2 Weiyuan cannon.

The body of the latter cannon is two feet eight inches long, five inches high from the bottom to the fire gate, three inches and two minutes high from the fire door to the abdomen, and the caliber of the cannon is two inches and two minutes, with a total weight of 120 catties.

There is a living benefit on the fire door to protect it from rain. One or two hundred paces can be aimed and fired. Each charge is eight taels, and a large lead weighing three catties and six taels; When loading small leads, you can hold 100 pieces, each weighing five or six dollars. The marble is spread about 40 steps, and it can reach 120 zhang away!

In terms of power itself, this kind of cannon is not much better than the tiger squat cannon of thirty or fifty catties, and the only advantage is that the firing range is longer.

But isn't it a joke that 'shotguns' pursue range? If it weren't for helplessness, Zheng Zhilong would definitely not use the Weiyuan cannon.

After repeated defeats in Liaodong, the Ming army finally adopted a defensive strategy and built the Ningjin defensive line, relying mainly on the heavy and sharp firearms imported from the West, the Hongyi cannon, to defend the city, while the flexible and mobile tiger squat cannon was inevitably dwarfed.

But the Lu master of the Zheng family wanted to take advantage of the situation, see the opportunity, and give Jianyu a blow like a cold shot. It was an offensive, and the future of the Tiger Squat Cannon in the Zheng army was just around the corner.

Shi Lang hissed and shouted, "Trumpeter prepare." ”

The speed of the war horse is very fast, and the distance of fifty or sixty paces is simply a blink of an eye for them. The Red Army of later generations was so poor, and when they fought the devil cavalry, they did not hesitate to fire at 200 meters with 'firepower', which was twice as far as the infantry. Then you can know how strong the impact of the war horse is.

Therefore, "firing artillery-" does not necessarily rely on rows of guns to stop the hooves of the Qing army. Cannons must be fired, and hand-to-hand combatants with broadswords and spears must be in front.

"Blow the trumpet!" Shi Lang's roar followed, and the suona hand played the suona, and the sharp and piercing sound instantly spread throughout the entire front through the noise and the sound of horses' hooves.

In front of the Volunteer Battalion, in front of the gun forest, more than a dozen tiger squat cannons and Weiyuan cannons thundered at the same time, eight taels of gunpowder turned into brilliant red flames and thick white smoke, and more than 1,000 small projectiles weighing five or six coins were splashed like a torrential rain on the Qing army's iron cavalry rushing towards the horses. Layers of projectiles rushed to the opposite side, easily tearing apart the flesh and blood of the war horse, tearing the cotton armor on the body of the Eight Banners, turning into a monkey who made trouble in the Heavenly Palace, and stirred up the bodies of the war horses and the Eight Banners.

There was a sudden silence on the battlefield.