There was a loud bang, and the dock wall around him trembled violently, and then a large cloud of earth poured down like rain, drenching Zhujiazhuang's young master Zhu Long into a native man.

"Phew!" Zhu Long spat out two mouthfuls of spit, and even the smell of earth in his mouth and nose was really uncomfortable.

"Hurry, hurry, hurry!" He shouted, "Push the cart to the front!" ”

In the past, a large number of bandits or homeless people attacked Zhuangzi, even if they dug down a few dock walls, they could resist them for a long time by plugging the gap with a firewood cart.

But this time, Zhu Long didn't know what the point of doing this was.

The contempt for the accuracy of the cannon at the beginning of the battle had long since vanished, and this weapon, which was completely irresistible by manpower, made Zhu Long feel a deep sense of powerlessness.

He didn't know what could fight those terrible things, the bow and arrow certainly wouldn't work, and the eight-bull crossbow wouldn't necessarily work, maybe more and bigger artillery? Anyway, the diesel cart that used to be effective can only play a little psychological comfort now.

Sure enough, there was another explosion in my ears, and a 4-pound iron ball smashed straight into the firewood cart that had just been stuffed into the gap in the dock wall, easily penetrating this defensive weapon that had been very useful in the past.

The cannonball burst out a large cloud of deadly wood slag rain, flew straight past Zhu Long, and after flying half of the body of a strong man beside him, he flew straight into the village, and smashed down a wooden house with a roar, and then ran out of kinetic energy and stopped.

The upper half of the unlucky strong man's body flew sideways, smashed Zhu Long to the ground, and when he was dizzy and got up again, he found that the 5 or 6 strong men who were pushing the firewood cart just now were all lying on the ground and wailing, their bodies were full of wood slag as sharp as knives, and the screams of seeping people resounded in the sky.

"Da Lang, this can't be done!"

Han Tao, the head of the spear and stick sect, came out of the smoke and dust and shouted in Zhu Long's ear:

"There are no people standing on the wall, we can't stand like this, and we can't support the Li family to come to help!"

Zhu Long was still a little dizzy, he shook his head vigorously, and then asked, "What should I do then?" ”

"Take Zhuang Ding Zhuang to rush for a while!" Han Tao shouted: "I'll rush the first formation, you rush the second formation, let San Lang rush the third formation, no matter what, block the shield car first!" ”

"It's not enough to be protected by a dock wall, how can the wilderness wave battle be the opponent of that cannon?"

"If you get closer, the cannon won't dare to fire! Let's go! ”

There was another loud bang, and the dock wall next to them collapsed into a large piece, and several Zhuang Ding, who were caught off guard, were buried directly underneath.

Han Tao didn't rush forward to save people, there was a Zhuang Ke next to him who brought a mount, he turned over on the horse, holding a jujube lance in his hand, and with a shout, he took more than 30 horseback riding villagers, and more than 200 walking Zhuang Ding poured out of the village directly from the gap opened by the cannon!

Zhu Long looked at his own private soldiers who rushed out of the village in a daze, and after a while, he was also angry, and began to howl everywhere to order the Zhuang Ke Zhuang Ding who could fight to assemble, and at the same time send someone to contact the third brother Zhu Biao, so that he could prepare to rush to the third formation.

Han Tao, who had already broken out of the dock wall in front, had been an official of the Great Zhou Dynasty, and his kung fu was good, and his mount was also a Liaodong war horse specially prepared by the Zhu family.

The Jurchens were willing to trade in weapons such as wealth or bows, crossbows, and swords, but they did not sell horses - the Jurchens were not Mughal Tatars, and they themselves were short of horses.

Therefore, of the more than 30 horsemen who rushed out in the first wave, only Han Tao had a real war horse, and the others rode inferior horses that pulled goods and cultivated land, and a few of them rode mules.

At this time, Zhujiazhuang's proud Pantuo Road and Trap Pit, instead became a burden to hinder the counterattack, although Han Tao and others knew the safe road, knew where to go, where there were traps, but the twists and turns and seemed to be a very narrow passage, making the counterattack distance very long.

In this case, the counterattack teams with different horsepower unconsciously dragged into several sections at the beginning - the lone Han Tao rushed to the front, followed by twenty riders on inferior horses, and then a dozen mules on the back, and finally followed by hundreds of foot soldiers.

Li Jinghuai stood on a shield cart in the center of the Qingzhou Army array, stretched out his head from the top of the shield cart, looked at the enemy troops rushing over, and couldn't help but sneer:

"Hehe, just dare to rush out and look for death!"

"Battalion commander, do you want to stop first and wait for them to rush over?" A New Army herald asked.

"No, don't worry, keep filling the hole." Li Jinghuai replied: "It's too early for them to rush over, waiting for my order!" ”

Li Jinghuai is Xu Da, who has just served as the commander of the Zhenyuan Battalion, unlike Xu Er, he really can't remember his previous name, he only knows that his surname is Li, and his ancestral home should be from Shaanxi Province.

My father, who fled the famine with himself and starved to death on the way, once said that there is a well and an old locust tree at the entrance of the village, and if you can live, you must go back to your hometown village to see - there is the ancestral grave of the old Li family, and you have to go to the pillar incense.

So, when Xu Shiyang asked them to change back to their original name, Xu Da gave himself the name Li Jinghuai - he hoped that he would have the opportunity to return to his hometown, to the small mountain village with a well and an old locust tree.

As a veteran who has been with Xu Shiyang since he became the owner of the dock fort, Li Jinghuai has participated in almost every battle commanded by Xu Shiyang in the past few years (compared to Feng Sanhu's lack of a few small battles in the south of the Yangtze River), the experience of the battle array can be said to be very rich, he knows very well that at this time, Zhujiazhuang does not have the ability to threaten the shield car array, it is better to squeeze out some time to fill in two more pits, and strive to hit the wall of Zhujiazhuang Wubao as soon as possible.

Therefore, he waited very calmly for nearly a quarter of an hour, seeing that Han Tao was almost rushing to the front, and then ordered the auxiliary soldiers to retreat behind the shield cart.

After that, Li Jinghuai took a loaded flintlock pistol from the guards beside him, put this deadly weapon on the top of the shield cart, and aimed firmly at the cavalry at the front of the Zhu family's army.

"Aim, prepare~~~!"

Li Jinghuai shouted loudly:

"Fire!"

On several other shield cars, including Li Jinghuai, 5 flintlock pistols were aimed at the same target at the same time and fired, and Han Tao screamed "ah", turned over and fell off the horse.

"Well played!"

Li Jinghuai was satisfied and threw the flintlock pistol back to the musketeer, and ordered again:

"All of them, ready!"

Forty-four muskets protruded from the tops of the twenty-two shield wagons, most of them arquebuses, mixed with a few flintlock muskets.

Behind the musketeers stood the other Blademen, holding their loaded muskets in preparation for the second round of fire.

After a while, the soldiers of the Zhu family army on inferior horses approached, these people were all Zhuang Ke who usually spent money and food on the Zhu family, and their status was much higher than that of ordinary Zhuang Ding, and they were idle all day long, just training their fists, feet, guns and sticks, and they could be regarded as the elite troops of the Zhu family.

Now it seems that these people are riding on horses, their eyes are wide with anger, and their momentum is sufficient, which can be regarded as worthy of the money and food that the family supports them.

It's a pity that it is too far from the Tartars that Li Jinghuai has seen, and the number is not sufficient.

"Fire!"

At the sound of an order, 44 muskets spewed out 38 rounds of ammunition (6 guns failed to fire for various reasons), and the Zhujia cavalry who rushed over on the opposite side immediately fell!