On the fifth day of the seventh month, after resting for two days opposite Binzhou, the first wave of attacks was launched on the Qingzhou army defense line.

Wan Yanxie, who was in charge of the Northern Route Army, also did not order the making of shield carts, although he had already heard of a weapon on the opposite side that seemed to have a thunderous sound when fired, killing the middle of the attack.

Because in his opinion, the group of enemies in front of him is more like a group of bandits with a large number of people but no soldiers at all.

The low earthen wall in front of me was completely a wave of goods, and nothing could stop it.

Making a shield cart is just a waste of time for everyone to go to the back and loot.

What's more, even if it is a dead person, it is definitely not a Jurchen person who dies first.

Wan Yan Xian also deployed the raw Jurchens at the front of the attacking team, and according to the plan, these raw Jurchens were responsible for using light arrows from 70 paces away to suppress the low wall, and then advancing to 50 paces away to shoot again.

Usually by this time, the Han army should have begun to waver.

Then send real Jurchen soldiers to rush over the low wall, and the battle will turn into a one-sided massacre.

That's it, it's simple.

Wan Yan also waved his hand, and the desolate conch horn sounded, and more than 2,000 newcomers carried bows and arrows, carried quivers, lined up in five battle lines, and slowly walked forward.

These people are all from the primitive tribes in the Heilongjiang River Valley or the Changbai Mountains, in fact, they are still very different from the Jurchens, but they are savage by nature, have a high level of archery, and are very good warriors in other aspects except for primitive equipment.

The Jurchens liked to capture them, and after equipping them with iron weapons, they were very useful cannon fodder under the harsh military discipline of the Jin army.

At the same time, 200 light cavalry on each flank of the Jurchen warriors crossed the infantry column and quickly rushed towards the low wall.

These stragglers, both the Muguls who had surrendered and the Jurchens themselves, were in groups of three or five, galloping seventy or eighty paces in front of the breastwork, with inhuman howls coming out of their mouths, and occasionally some rode their horses to the low wall for a few paces, and then fired a few light arrows indiscriminately as a harassment.

The fabled thunderous weapon on the other side was not fired, but some of the armoured men kept firing back at the rangers with their combined bows.

These men seemed to be able to shoot well, and they worked in groups of ten, relying on the strength of their bows to concentrate on the occasional approaching rangers.

The cavalry softbow suffered greatly in this kind of shooting, and soon seven or eight men fell, and the remaining rangers did not dare to come near, but only wandered out of the range of the rifle.

"Good armor." Wanyan Zonghan looked at the faint archers on the opposite side and said lightly.

"It was taken from the forbidden army of the Southern Barbarians, right?" Wanyan Zongbi replied with a smile: "The Qingzhou thieves stopped the Heqin fleet, and this time it was five thousand sets of iron armor. ”

"The iron armor of the Southern Barbarian, a set is worth twenty or thirty times! This should have been ours, what a pity! ”

"It's a pity, breaking through that low wall, how much armor is ours." Wan Yanxiao, the commander of the Northern Route Army, also said: "Attack, don't waste time." ”

At this time, the Jurchens did not know the power of firearms, and the tentative attack just now did not trigger a fierce counterattack by the Qingzhou army, and they did not feel that there was anything wrong.

In any case, in any case, it is the bow and arrow, the broadsword, the spear, the iron armor, the courage of the soldiers, and the wisdom of the generals, not some inexplicable new weapon, which has been the case for thousands of years, and has never changed.

There will be no changes in the future.

In the camp of the Jin army, the majestic war drums sounded, and the Jurchen soldiers seventy paces away in front of the chest wall stopped one after another, and one by one they pulled out a light arrow from the quiver with their right hands, and gently put it on the horn bow, and the bow body was tilted upward......

Then lift your finger and shoot!

I heard a long howl, and a dark cloud composed of feathered arrows slammed into the air, drawing a beautiful parabola in the field of vision of the soldiers on both sides of the battle, and plunged down towards the low wall!

There were immediately cries of pain from behind the low wall, and even if there were anti-arrow hangings, it was impossible to be unscathed in the face of such a dense rain of arrows.

It's just that at this distance, it's not easy to kill someone wearing a full suit of armor with a light arrow.

Listening to the screams of the enemy, the Jurchen warriors showed cruel expressions on their faces, and they felt that they would soon be able to enter the pursuit stage.

The drums were still beating, and the raw girls fired their bows and arrows again, and then the third, fourth, and fifth rounds!

Dole ......

The sound of sharp arrows pecking at the soil kept coming, and after five rounds of shooting, the low earthen wall on the opposite side was almost stuck into a hedgehog.

It seems to have been completely suppressed, those armored soldiers who were still shooting at the rangers just now did not show their heads again, the Qingzhou army did not even fight back, and the entire low wall defense line was quiet.

Standing in Wan Yan's position and looking over, he could only find rows of sharp spearheads behind the low wall.

"I don't think it's as simple as it seems." Wanyan Zonghan said suddenly.

"There must be a trench behind, and we will have to cross the trench first before chasing after it." It was still Wanyan Zongbi who answered, and he said in a very indifferent tone: "It's just a little troublesome, it's okay to kill them all." ”

"Really?" Wanyan Zonghan suddenly felt that this matter might not be so simple.

Ahead, after five rounds of shooting, the raw girl Zhen continued to advance until she was fifty paces away, and when she was about to draw her bow and shoot arrows again, there was a faint command voice from the low wall opposite:

"Prepare ......"

"Aim for ......"

The well-eyed Jurchen Poles saw a row of black muzzles on the chest wall, they didn't know what kind of weapon it was, but the beastly instincts brought by years of experience in battle formations told them that the comer was not good.

Almost at the same time that the raw Jurchen fired the first round of light arrows from fifty paces away, a sharp and piercing whistle sounded at the same time as the last command:

Hush~~~!

"Shoot!"

Woohoo!

The crisp roar of muskets rang out, and a white smoke dragon rose from the chest wall, and more than 190 bullets flew over a short distance of fifty paces in an instant, plunging headlong into the body of a raw Jurchen soldier wearing only light armor.

Lead bullets turn into thin sheets in the human body, twisting the soft internal organs, muscles, blood vessels, and some bones into a bloody mess, and then spurting out of the human body with a fountain of blood......

The Tatar front fell in an instant like cutting wheat, the smell of blood and smoke wafted on the battlefield, and the Jurchen warriors suffered such a painful blow for the first time, and they were completely helpless against the enemy's new weapons, and could only continue to shoot at the Qingzhou army, which had a geographical advantage, according to the order.

Woohoo!

Another neat burst of gunfire rang out, and the raw girl standing in the front row crackled and fell, and the others let out an incomprehensible howl, regardless of the severity, grabbed an arrow and shot it at the breastwork.

After the third round, the arrows of the Jin army's counterattack have become very sparse.

"It can't go on like this! Assault! ”

Wanyan Xianye, Wanyan Zonghan and other experienced Jurchens shouted at the same time.

The originally calm sound of war drums suddenly became urgent!