For the first time, Xu Shiyang saw the lower limit of his relatives.

That is, there is no lower limit.

The battle hasn't been fought yet, and my uncle has already begun to kneel on the ground and beg for mercy! He didn't shrink but knelt! He even dedicated Xu Shiyang's troop deployment and other information to the Tartars!

Such a guy can actually be the head of the house for more than ten years!

He meows, if I am more ruthless than the Tartar, will you kneel and lick me?

Xu Shiyang was all angry with this group of pig teammates.

"Escort this old man down, don't let him die, he will still be useful after the battle."

Xu Shiyang commanded:

"Hang this Tartar's head!"

He kicked the head on the ground and commanded loudly:

"Prepare for battle!"

……

In the afternoon, the Tartars, who had not received a reply, began to advance towards Fort 153, and in the evening several Jurchen sentinels appeared outside the dock wall, and they clearly saw the head hanging upside down on a wooden pole at the head of the wall, and a pigtail like a rat's tail hanging from the head, indicating the identity of the deceased.

It was the first time that the Tartars had encountered such a provocative dock fort on their own way, and the sentry riders seemed to be enraged by the arrogance of Fort 153, and a dozen people rode horses and rushed straight towards the dock wall.

Xu Shiyang stood at the head of the wall and watched the Tartar's actions coldly.

The Jurchen soldiers were skilled in horsemanship, and when they were only a dozen steps away from the dock wall, they suddenly urged their mounts to turn, and at the same time hurled a wave of light arrows with their riding bows.

There were a few crisp sounds, and the sharp head and light arrow were inserted into the anti-arrow hanging, which did not cause any loss. But the newly recruited homeless young people were taken aback, and some of them couldn't help but scream and turned around to escape from the wall.

"Those who flee from the battle will be summarily executed." Xu Shiyang's voice was as cold as ice.

Immediately, several selectors rushed over and pushed the deserter to his knees, Li Kui raised his axe and cut off the man's head, then grabbed his hair bun and lifted his head, holding it high in front of everyone.

"You all listen, you know better than I do how fierce the Tartars are." Xu Shiyang said to the displaced people whose hearts were fluctuating: "Let's hold the dock fort, we can live, and when the Tartars retreat, we will send you white flour steamed cakes!" If you can't hold it, which of you can outrun a horse? It's a death on the left and right, it's better to drag a cushion! ”

As soon as the words were spoken, the Tartars fired another burst of feathered arrows, and the homeless people were in a commotion, but this time no one escaped.

"Castle Master, you can't go on like this." Xie Zhen leaned over to Xu Shiyang's side and whispered: "These people are completely unpopular, they are useless at all, and the whole army they bring is not at ease, it is better to let our old Xuanfeng fight back for a round, maybe we can shoot a few Tartars, so that it will be much easier." ”

What he said is right, now there is no training for these people, and the displaced people who have no feelings and trust in 15 Tun can only drag their feet in the fort.

But Xu Shiyang still needs these people to stay on the battlefield. After all, it's 500 Ding Zhuang, even if you can't go on the field to kill the enemy, it's okay to beat the side drum and throw a few stones, right? After this battle, when they saw that the Dingyuan battalion defeated the Tartars, they should have eliminated their fear of the Tartars and could become qualified recruits.

It's just that before that, Xu Shiyang needs to find a way to boost morale.

At least the Tartar Sentinels can't be allowed to continue to be so arrogant.

"Xu Da, you go and prepare a wooden cannon." Xu Shiyang called Xu Da and Xu Er, who were in charge of the divine machine soldiers, and whispered: "Do you see the places where those Tartars turned?" The next time they shoot arrows, take the opportunity to shoot a shot. Xu Er went to prepare the arquebus and fired it together. ”

"Yes!"

"Yes!"

"Xie Zhen, you take the old Xuanfeng to prepare, and after the Divine Machine Soldier fights, you are responsible for filling the gaps."

"Well, voila!"

The largest number of frontmen were selected, but only a third had a proper warbow, the others still made do with hunting bows, and most were not good at archery.

What Xu Shiyang needs is a thunderous blow to directly defeat the Tartar sentry, and if you go up, you can only tickle it, or don't mix it.

Outside the dock wall, the shouts of the Tartars came from far and near, in fact, they were also a little anxious now, they had just thrown two rounds of light arrows, the first of which played a little role, and the panicked shouts of the defenders could be heard under the dock wall.

But then, the Han people stabilized, and the second round of shooting was not as effective as the first.

At this point, their horsepower has been exhausted, and if the third round is not successful, there will be no fourth round.

These sentinels were all real Jurchens, and they looked down on the Han peasants in their hearts, and they thought that the Han people were a group of cowards who were born to be slaves to the Jurchens.

This dock fort killed the messenger of Dajin, and hung his head on a high place, which is simply a crime. Such a provocation to Dajin, if you don't break through this earthen wall and scrape the master of the dock fort, it is really difficult to eliminate the hatred in your heart!

It's a pity, Pu Ran, who led these sentry horses, thought to himself: "It seems that the lord of this dock fort has some ability, and I can't take him down with just a dozen people, at most I can only disturb his army's morale, and if you want to break the fort, you have to wait for the army to come." ’

"Follow me! One more round! ”

Pu Yin still wanted to try again, even if the army came, even if the fort was broken, the population and property allocated to a low-ranking officer like him were very limited, and if he could break the fort directly, the situation would be completely different.

He did not expect the enemy to fight back, because the Han Wu fort was usually poorly equipped, and even with a few bows of good strength, it was difficult to shoot at the cavalry running at high speed, and the Jurchen did not believe that the Han people had such ability.

Arrogance and carelessness killed this Pu Ran, he urged his horse to run at the front of the line, and when he was less than 5 paces away from the small breastwork in front of the dock fort, he let out a whistle from his mouth, and a dozen Jurchen cavalry pulled the reins to the left and began to run around the dock fort.

At the same time, all the sentry horses were controlled by their legs, and the men stood on stirrups, and with both hands they skillfully threw light arrows at the head of the city with their riding bows.

However, at this moment, the cavalry was completely parallel to the chest wall in front of them, with men and horses, and its silhouette made the target extremely large, almost occupying the field of vision of the divine soldiers.

"Fire!"

With Xu Da's order, there was a loud bang, and 3 catties of gravel scrambled to fly out of the cannon chamber and smashed into those Tartar cavalry in an instant.

Five paces away from the breastwork, a crowd of people flipped on their backs, and in a hurry, at least five or six Tartar cavalrymen fell off their horses, including the leader of the group.

"Fire!"

No sooner had the screams sounded, then they were drowned out by a crisp burst of muskets, and three squadrons of arquebusiers fired together, and more than 40 rounds of lead bullets swept through, knocking down all the remaining tartars.

There is no need for archers to reshoot, and the Divine Soldier has successfully completed the task.

"Go! Chop off all the heads of the tartars! ”

Xu Shiyang smelled the smell of gunsmoke, and his heart blossomed.