After killing all the Qingzhou soldiers who came out of the wall to counterattack, a Meng An who commanded this group of armored soldiers shouted loudly, and countless Jurchens behind him swarmed up and began to attack the chest wall again.

The militia was not polite, and kept throwing down more earth-shattering thunder, and the violent explosions continued to engulf the tartars pouring into the blocking ditch, so that there were so many corpses that they almost filled this section of the communication trench!

Meng An blew the conch horn he carried with him, alerted the armor soldiers who were still struggling in the maze behind him, and guided them to concentrate in this direction with his voice.

A giant musket with a length of nearly two and a half meters quietly stretched out from the wall, which is the experimental equipment of the first arsenal in Qingzhou, and the "big lifting rod" developed by Tang Long has a barrel length of 190 mm alone, a caliber of 30 mm, and an arquebus ignition.

It was not so much a gun as a small cannon, and its power and range were far greater than that of ordinary muskets, but it was not a single weapon, and it required at least two people to operate, and the excessively long barrel made reloading a great trouble, so less than twenty were made experimentally at the First Arsenal.

Xu Shiyang refused to equip the New Army with such large and inappropriate white elephants, and in the spirit of never wasting them, these weapons were equipped with the core militia in Qingzhou Prefecture along with some other similar things.

As a militia, even the militia units that were born in the core family of Qingzhou and had already completed the organization of the people, were extremely lacking in qualified support weapons, so these monsters that looked very tough on the outside were actually very popular among the militia.

Now in this moment of fierce fighting, it is natural that this kind of weapon will appear as a hole card by the militia forces.

The front end of the large lifting pole was erected at the top of the breastwork, and a militiaman carried the barrel of his gun, helping the shooters behind him to aim his gun at the trenches where the Tartar armourers were still popping up and the Tartar Warriors who were blowing the conch horn.

"That's it! Kombat ! ”

Hearing the call of his companions, the militiaman in the back opened the powder pool and pulled the trigger......

Rumble!

A 370-gram buckshot flew out and smashed the head of Tartar Maonan into a rotten watermelon along with the Conch!

The bullet did not have any power left, and it made a large hole in the chest of a Tartar armorer behind Meng'an, then pierced the third and fourth Tartars, and finally slammed into the waist of the fifth Tartar like a sledgehammer.

The upper body of the tartar bent down 180 degrees directly, and the whole person was like a piece of paper being folded .......

The power of this shot was so amazing, it easily killed 5 Tartars, but before the militia could retract the barrel, more Jurchen armor soldiers followed the sound of the conch horn, and they screamed and stepped on the slope formed by the corpses to the top of the breastwork, and a moment later there was another roar of fire guns, and several Tartar corpses fell down.

Several unhit Tartars jumped off the breastwork and into the trenches behind, some of them stood unsteadily and fell to the bottom of the trench, but others stopped, and this Tartar swung his knife and slashed at the waist of the militiaman who was scrambling to reload his guns, and cut him in two at once!

The other man couldn't hold it, and he lifted his gun heavily and landed on the ground, and the tartar stepped forward and easily killed the already unarmed gunman.

More and more Tartars poured into the trenches behind the breastwork, and their superiority in the militia was fully demonstrated in the melee combat, and the militia was constantly driven out of the trenches, and the 10,000 enemies thrown out of the breastwork became fewer and fewer, and finally disappeared.

The Tartars finally broke through the third line of defense against the breastwork, and the Qingzhou army had to begin to retreat along the communication trenches to the fourth breastwork.

However, the drumming from the camp of the Jin army did not stop for a moment, but there was a tendency to become more and more urgent, Wanyan Xianye, Wanyan Zonghan and others knew very well that once the two sides disengaged, they would have to continue to face the annoying traffic trenches like a maze in the next attack.

In this way, it is better to take advantage of the advantage, bite the retreating Qingzhou soldiers, and rush through the next earthen wall!

Since he had made up his mind, it was naturally impossible for the Tartars to easily let the Qingzhou militia retreat, and Wan Yan Xian personally led the pro-army soldiers into the trench and rushed to the front line to supervise the battle, regardless of the fierce obstruction of several other fierce soldiers.

The commander put on a desperate posture, and others naturally couldn't be left behind.

Wanyan Zonghan took his personal guards to the left flank to support the Han people over there, lest they be defeated by the Qingzhou soldiers who used the trench to outflank them.

Wanyan Zonghan was in charge of the right flank, Wanyan Zongbi followed Wanyan Xian to attack as his reinforcements, and Wanyan Zonggan stayed in the camp as the general reserve of the whole army.

The Tartars began to assault with all their might, and at this time they were still confident that they could completely break through the entire defense line of the Qingzhou army—or at least break through to the edge of the Yellow River in one go.

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With a bang, several armored soldiers who rushed in front of the Ulu fell together, and the narrow trench was filled with gunsmoke, and the stimulated senses of the Ulu couldn't help but sneeze a few times.

However, this old Jurchen warrior had somewhat adapted to this kind of tiresome battlefield, and after the cannon sounded, before the shouting of killing from the opposite side came, Wulu had already subconsciously thrown out a throwing axe, and a miserable scream was immediately heard from the opposite side.

"Archery!" Mouk commanded loudly.

It was the first Ulu to hold a bow in his hand, and then he skillfully drew a heavy arrow and shot it out with a thud.

The Qingzhou soldiers who had just rushed out of the smoke suffered a head-on blow, and the successive arrows shot them down one by one, and after shooting seven or eight arrows in a row, Wulu threw away the joint bow, pulled out his waist knife and rubbed his body to pounce, and a Qingzhou soldier couldn't dodge, and was directly beheaded by him!

More Jurchen soldiers rushed up and killed the remaining Qingzhou soldiers one by one, and a few Qingzhou soldiers who did not seem to have been seriously injured were tied up tightly and sent to the rear-before the battle, the fierce master gave a heavy reward to each captive-whoever caught alive would be given a minion, so as to encourage the armor soldiers to capture as many prisoners as possible.

After killing all the Qingzhou soldiers who were blocking the attack, Mou Keluo waved his hand a little tiredly and led the Wulu to continue to pursue.

A moment later, there was another cannon fire in front of him, and he had already rushed to the front of the line, and the unprepared Mouk was engulfed by a large ball of shrapnel that came from the roar, but the Ulu standing behind him was so lucky that he was not injured at all!

He didn't have time to congratulate himself on his good luck, and he had already thrown away all the flying axes and shot all the feather arrows in the quiver, and he gritted his teeth and rushed directly into the smoke with his waist knife.

Past experience had taught him that if the militia wanted to fight back, they would always carry a wooden cannon and fire it at close range along the trench and then counterattack.

In the trench where there was no way to hide, the Jin army could only use human lives to withstand this first shot, and then seize the opportunity of the Qingzhou soldiers who were about to charge but had not yet rushed up, launched a rapid attack, and killed all the Qingzhou soldiers who dared to counterattack.

Otherwise, the Qingzhou soldiers may have a chance to fire a second shot on this side.

Wulu slashed open a Qingzhou militiaman with a knife, his eyes were full of blood red, he raised his head, and roared hoarsely like a wounded wolf:

"How's it going?"

"Killed!" Someone replied in an equally ugly voice.

"Where's the master?" He asked again.

"Dead!"

Ulu only felt a buzz in his head, and almost couldn't help crying.

He originally wanted to ask Mok to ask everyone to take a break, but it was completely impossible at this time, so he could only continue to rush forward.

The pig burst to death.

Anyway, if they lose their master, they will definitely be beheaded if they retreat to the back.

Wulu had no choice but to grit his teeth and ordered loudly: "Follow me, let's continue to rush!" ”

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