Hearing the sound of drums, the young girls who were shooting with muskets in the unobstructed wilderness retreated to both sides, and behind them appeared rows of heavily armored soldiers in bright armor and holding long shields.

The true elite of these Jin troops quickly crossed the Jurchen Front and swooped down on the chest wall defense.

The Qingzhou army on the opposite side fell silent again, and only a few captain-level officers issued various orders loudly in hoarse voices.

Several middle-level officers patrolled back and forth in the trenches to check the status of the arquebuses on the soldiers' guns, and when they saw that there was extinguishment, they quickly prompted the soldiers to re-ignite.

All four cannons were brought to the forefront, their muzzles sticking out from the top of the breastwork, and all the cannons were reloaded, just waiting for the final order.

The one who commanded the Dingyuan Battalion on the front line was also Xu Shiyang's first batch of personal soldiers, and he had experienced all the military operations against the Tartars from the beginning of the 15th Tun to the present, and he naturally knew very well that no matter the musket and artillery, the closer the distance, the stronger the power and deterrence.

So after the soldiers finished reloading, he waited patiently for the enemy to come closer, closer, closer—all the while praying to the Buddha that his recruits would not be under pressure to open fire early.

Perhaps it was the intensive training that had played a role, or it was possible that the gods and Buddhas had heard his prayers, and although the recruits were visibly nervous, they were barely ten steps closer to the breastwork by the fierce-eyed Tartars, and they could clearly see their eyebrows and eyes from behind the breastwork, and the musketeers did not shoot at all.

'Well done! ’

The young commander actually had time to praise in his heart, and then ordered loudly:

"Fire! Rapid Fire! ”

Rumble! Woohoo!

In an instant, the sound of guns and cannons rang out, and nearly 200 muskets and 4 2-pounder magic cannons sprayed more than 300 rounds of lead bullets, sweeping through the enemy army!

An earth-shattering howl suddenly sounded in front of the breastwork, and the rain of death that was poured at close range was like a brush, brushing through the Tartar line less than ten paces away, and dozens of Tartars were covered in blood and fell to the ground.

Most of the Tartars who were hit died the first time they fell to the ground, and a few were lucky...... Or the unfortunate guy, who is not dead for a while, desperately twisting and struggling in blood!

Tartar was shocked by this terrifying scene, the originally fierce shock front was like a crazy horse grabbed by Hercules, and he froze violently, taking this opportunity, the 4 magic machine cannons quickly changed the sub-medicine, and then fired freely at the Tartar.

Amid the dull sound of the cannons, the musketeers quickly retreated to the back row, and the sharp soldiers armed with spears and the militiamen who were specially arranged to increase their confidence on the front line stepped forward......

"Raise your spear!"

With a command, a row of spear tips instantly grew on the low breastwork.

In fact, after the second round of firing of the god machine cannon, the attacking Tartars have lost their sharpness, and the short distance of 7 or 8 steps is like a moat for them, and the terrifying rain of fire draws a deadly line of death here, and it seems that anyone who tries to cross will die.

Soon, the first deserter appeared, and more were then joined and spread to all the soldiers involved in the attack.

The Tartar cried out in terror and retreated faster than he had come.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, the Shenji Cannon fired the last round and knocked down more than a dozen people, which was counted as a send-off for the Tartars.

On a small hill not far from the rear, several Jurchen nobles looked at their soldiers who were scattered and fleeing on the battlefield, with gloomy faces.

When they saw the power of modern firearms for the first time, it was self-evident that they were shocked.

From the perspective of the beaten, the power of musket cannon fire at close range is not only deadly lead bullets, but also the pungent smoke and deafening roar, as well as the powerlessness when the comrades around him are constantly torn apart and have no ability to fight back.

In fact, the latter few are more demoralizing than lead bullets killing the flesh.

The Jurchens should be glad that they did not directly charge into battle, otherwise the stimulated horses would go crazy, and they would definitely suffer greater losses.

"Two teams of men and horses suffered more than 200 casualties." Wanyan Zongbi said: "It makes sense that they can kill Hai Linbao. ”

"Cannons are more powerful than bows." Wan Yanxie, the commander of the Northern Route Army with excellent eyesight, also stared at the corpses of soldiers and armor scattered on the battlefield just now and said, "The shield with two layers of cowhide can't stop it. ”

In fact, it is not only the shield that cannot be stopped, but the heavy armor soldiers who impact are still wearing iron armor, and many lead bullets are pierced through the shield and then through the armor, killing and injuring the soldiers.

"This is the basis for the Qingzhou Army to fight against my Dajin?" Wanyan Zonghan asked strangely, "Do they really think this is enough?" ”

"Of course it's not enough, they're afraid they know it themselves." Wanyan Zonggan stretched out his hand and pointed to the faintly visible second chest wall more than a mile behind the first chest wall in the distance and said: "These two low walls are delaying us, and when we break through, they will probably guess the direction of our breakthrough, and there will probably be a field battle at that time, right?" ”

Before sending troops, the Jurchens estimated that the Qingzhou army, which basically unified Qi Province, should have 15 to 200,000 strong men, and if they could be collected, they would indeed have the strength to fight with Dajin - of course, that was only in terms of quantity.

"Then be serious and break through."

Wan Yan said impatiently:

"Don't be tempted, retreating too many times will wear down the morale of the army, and you will have to break through the first low wall in the next round!"

"My commander's headquarters will launch an attack ten miles to the south." Wan Yan Zongbi said.

"Ben Shuai is here to attack in turn." Wan Yan Xian also said.

"Then, leave the breakthrough to me, hand over the kidnapping horse to me, and when you attract the attention of the Qingzhou thieves, I will launch an attack and ensure a breakthrough in one fell swoop." Wanyan Zonghan, who is known as the first general of the clan, finally said.

Several Bo Jilie nodded at the same time, except for Wan Yan Xian, who is also Taizu's own brother, the other people present are all Taizu's heirs, not to mention the long-term battle, the tacit understanding cultivated by the Liao and Zhou Dynasty is still there, and in the face of this kind of long wall that evenly divides the defensive forces, there is no need to discuss how to fight for too long.

Half an hour later, Xu Shiyang got a message from the front: the Tartars began to divide their troops again.

Xu Shiyang smiled bitterly, should it be said that the other side is worthy of being a veteran of battle? The troops are divided into three routes, and he doesn't know where the real main attack point is, so it is difficult to gather troops and firepower to fight.

Or are all three main points of attack?

Spreading the defensive force evenly is prone to this kind of problem - it is too difficult to grasp the main point.

But this is also no way, counting all the recruits, Xu Shiyang has a total of 7,000 new troops in his hands who can only be trusted, and the others can only be used for defense.

If this kind of defensive line was not carried out, the Tartars, who had the advantage of cavalry mobility, could easily bypass the defensive points and attack the rear of the Qingzhou army, causing heavy losses.

Fortunately, Xu Shiyang is not a defensive line, and he has a high fault tolerance rate.

"Inform the front line, if you can't stand it, send a signal and retreat to the second line of defense."

Xu Shiyang ordered:

"Don't fall in love with the troops when you see the fortunate ones, there is still a fight in this battle."

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