"Silly dog! Don't fire! Zhang Qiang grabbed the bun that was trying to continue to light the other fire doors of the three-eyed gun, and shouted in his ear: "Take the three-eyed one, listen to my order and shoot again!" ”

As he spoke, the Tartar cavalry had approached a distance of nearly twenty paces.

After Yan Sigong shouted angrily, the Tartars in the front row skillfully jumped down from the galloping horses, drew heavy cold weapons such as heavy swords, one-handed axes, and maces, and rushed straight towards the car formation.

With the loss of six people in an instant, the Jurchens, who were not very determined, inevitably came to a standstill.

After buying a moment for the militia with one bow and one bow, Zhang Qiang simply ordered the defenders in the other direction of the convoy to exchange weapons with those who had already fired, plus the three-eyed gun with two more chances to shoot, barely regained a shooting window before the tartar touched the carriage.

At this time, there were already walking Tartars touching the side of the carriage, and someone howled and shot the militia standing on the roof of the carriage with heavy arrows, covering the others to launch a white-edged assault on the gap between the two carriages.

There is no carriage cover in this position, only a fence tied with rope that can be temporarily deployed, so it is also the focus of the team's deployment.

Several cold-weapon militiamen shouted in unison, and stabbed the spears in their hands to the outside of the fence together, most of the stabbing was blocked by the Jurchen armor soldiers with shields, and only one person was stabbed in the neck by the spear, and the Tatar armor soldiers held the gun with both hands, and the corners of their mouths continued to spew blood blisters, making an extremely painful sound, and they were no longer alive.

The pikemen did not achieve much success, but they withstood the Tartar assault, and at that moment, the Tartar armor who was held out by the spears became the best target for the musketeers.

"Fire! Hurry up! ”

With Zhang Qiang's order, the shooting ports specially set aside on the carriage and the militia on the roof of the car pulled the trigger one after another - the shooting was still sparse, but it didn't matter how to shoot a few steps at such a close distance.

A piece of lead bullet was poured down on the face, and the Tartars in the front row, who could not advance or retreat, fell in response, and the impact on the fence became a little sparse.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Zhang Qiang roared hoarsely and ordered the two strong men to bring a wooden cannon, set it up directly on the fence, and aim it at the tartar who was still standing outside.

Rumble!

"Fire!"

In fact, before Zhang Qiang gave the order, an overly panicked militiaman lit the fuse of the wooden cannon.

4 pounds of gravel flew out of the cannon chamber in a swarm, taking the middle of the carriage as the main breakthrough point, and as a result, the crowded-up Tartar hula fell down, and after a while, the seeping screams were transmitted into the car formation.

"Come again!"

The first wooden cannon that smoked everywhere was thrown aside, and a second wooden cannon was brought in and erected in the same position where it had just been fired.

"Don't fire yet!" Zhang Qiang ordered.

Actually, there is no need to fire either.

After all, Wanyan Sigong only brought more than 100 horsemen, and was shot to death by Wanyan Huonu in one go, 1 was stabbed to death with spears, more than 10 were knocked down by various muskets at close range, and more than 10 were knocked down by wooden cannons.

Nearly forty percent casualties in an instant were too much for a feudal army.

The rest of the Jurchen armor soldiers stared at the death-like wooden cannon, trembling all over, and most of them began to retreat again and again, one of them moved back a dozen steps, and then let out a shout, turned around and jumped.

"Win!" The militiamen shouted excitedly.

It did win, and it seems to be an easy win.

Only Zhang Qiang roared with an unkind face: "Cheer a fart!" You didn't have any training before you came, or what? Who told you to shoot so far? ”

If they hadn't wasted their firepower just now, and when the Tartars got closer, they would have sprinkled all the buckshot on the enemy, and it would have been their luck that the Tartars would have been able to get half of them left.

It won't make the newly surrendered Tartar of Wanyan Living Girl so showy.

There are more opportunities for the girl to be in the limelight.

He jumped down from the roof of the carriage, ran in front of Zhang Qiang, and hurriedly shouted: "Give me back my horse, I'll go after you!" ”

"You're chasing a fart alone!" Zhang Qiang said angrily.

"I'm fine alone!" Wanyan shouted, "I'll catch that Meng'an!" A Meng'an! It's still a clan! That's a big deal! ”

The head of the Tartar is still valuable, not to mention that it is still a clan Meng'an.

Of course, Zhang Qiang didn't want to let go of this credit.

"Bring the horse to him." Zhang Qiang instructed.

"Brother Qiang, do you believe him?" Bun muttered on the side.

"It's better than believing you." Zhang Qiang replied angrily.

What's more, this Tartar has already killed 6 people just now, and even if he escapes, he has already earned it back for this side.

Seeing Wanyan Huonu riding on a war horse, holding a bow and arrow and a sword, and chasing the enemy army on a horseback alone, Zhang Qiang shouted to his own people angrily:

"You guys did so badly today! Didn't they all have military training before they came! What's wrong? Why can't the Tartars stand the fire as soon as they rush? What can you hit so far? ”

"I ...... When we heard someone shooting, we were nervous, so we followed and let ...... go. The little fat man explained intermittently.

"Who fired the gun first? Stand up for yourself! ”

The militiamen exchanged heads, and after half a day, a young woman raised her hand with a sad face.

"I ......" Zhang Qiang suddenly didn't know what to say.

There is a shortage of people in Qi Province, and the shortage is very serious, and most of the immigration convoys cannot make up a hundred households, so in case of danger, the young women in the convoy also have to participate in the battle, and it happens that the women are guarding the carts, and they can also shoot with muskets.

However, their training and psychological quality are not up to the normal level of the militia, and it is normal for them to have problems.

The problem is that this time they have led the other militias into distortion.

……

A day later, in the field army camp, Xu Shiyang asked in surprise:

"Wanyan Living Girl surrendered?"

"Yes, surrender directly to a convoy of immigrants, and help them repel the attack of the Tartars."

Feng Sanhu, who came to report on the immigration situation, said with a smile:

"I heard that he also caught a Tartar Meng'an, well, it seems that he called Yan Sigong, and it is said that he is still a Tartar clan."

"Hehe, interesting." Xu Shiyang smiled and said: "Wanyan living girls have taken the initiative to surrender, which proves that the Tartars are about to be cornered." “

"Exactly." Feng Sanhu smiled: "Congratulations commander, we are going to win." ”

"Morning."

徐世杨 says:

"It's still early, Three Tigers. Even if we kill the Jurchen Tartars, there will still be Mughal Tartars, Dangxiang Tartars, and barbarians from all walks of life, as well as ...... and the imperial court. ”

"Even if we win the imperial court, the world is so big, there are still many places waiting for us to conquer, and we can never slack off."

"Yes!" Feng Sanhu lowered his head slightly.

"Three Tigers, you are the first soldier to follow me." Xu Shiyang patted Feng Sanhu on the shoulder: "I won't treat you badly, you have to continue to work hard!" Don't let me down! ”

"Don't worry." Feng Sanhu replied seriously: "The Three Tigers will definitely not disappoint the commander!" ”