The Tartars didn't let Xu Shiyang wait too long, and before the cheers of the militia who were assisting the front-line operations were over, the Tartars in front had already launched a second round of attacks.

Xu Shiyang stood on the watchtower and looked over, this time it was Han Bo's extremely fierce puppet army in front, and it seemed that the number was around one or two thousand.

It was followed by almost the same number of raw Jurchen archers, and then more than a thousand true Jurchen armor soldiers.

Each attacking force was followed by a row of True Jurchen elites armed with long knives, which looked like Warlords.

It seems that the Tartars have also learned the lesson of the heavy losses in the first wave of attacks, and want to use cannon fodder to neutralize the firepower of the Qingzhou army and reduce the casualties of the real girl as much as possible.

The real Jurchens, men, women, and children combined were only tens of thousands of mouths, and in the case of being attacked everywhere, it was impossible for them to tolerate the loss of thousands of core soldiers and horses in each battle—they could not afford to lose them at all.

Of course, for Xu Shiyang, there is nothing wrong with the traitor army and the birth of the Jurchen, at least the more deaths of these people can also hit the production capacity of the Tartars.

What's more, the enemy army outside the real Jurchen is not firm enough, and it is easier to collapse, which can make him drag on for a longer time.

Time is on Xu Shiyang's side.

It seems that he has little confidence in his archery skills, or maybe the Tartars don't want to delay time, this time the traitor army did not stop shooting, and directly crossed the usual 70 steps of light arrow shooting distance of the Tartars, wielding all kinds of cold weapons and slowly walking towards the chest wall.

Xu Shiyang observed carefully for a while, and found that the equipment of the traitor army was actually quite good, at least the soldiers in the front row had swords, shields, and armor, and a few guys who looked like petty officers seemed to have iron armor.

Such a team seems to have decent combat effectiveness.

"Fire!"

Woohoo!

This time, the commander of the Dingyuan Battalion did not stick to firing at close range, but ordered the enemy to open fire at a distance of more than 60 paces.

The accuracy of the 15-mm smoothbore gun was not high at a distance of nearly 100 meters, and after a round of firing from the opposite side, only twenty or thirty people fell to the ground.

However, the 4 magic cannons played their due role - two solid bullets missed, and the other two achieved results:

The first shell landed a few meters in front of the traitor army, and then bounced up again like a splash, and after hitting the head of a traitor, the height was slightly reduced, and then it was embedded in the chest of a traitor soldier in the second row.

The unlucky bastard spat blood and flew backwards, knocking down two enemy soldiers.

The second shell hit directly and slashed head-on into the traitor army array, and in a crackling sound of broken bones, at least 5 traitors were knocked down.

Xu Shiyang, who was standing in the distance, clearly saw a round shield flying into the air, and then quickly fell down, gurgling and rolling more than ten meters away.

4 2-pound iron balls easily took away 7 lives.

After the wounded enemy soldiers fell to the ground, some people let out an irrepressible howl, but they shouted a little early, and the long-range fire attack of the Qingzhou army was not over yet.

One of the advantages of the Iron God Cannon is that it has a very high rate of fire, and with a skilled gunner, each cannon can fire three shells in half a minute.

The disadvantage is that the iron barrel dissipates heat too slowly, and the fire must be stopped after three rounds, otherwise there is a danger of exploding.

But within three shots, the explosive power of the god machine cannon is still quite intimidating.

While the musketeers were still loading, the Divine Cannon had already fired a second salvo, and this time the accuracy was improved due to the slightly closer distance, with three out of four shells hit.

One of them hit the enemy array directly, and the other two bounced a few times before achieving some success.

The shooting resulted in a total of 9 dead and 5 wounded by the enemy, and a moment later the musketeers fired a volley, and the front row of the traitors fell in unison.

At this time, the traitors, whose morale was already low, were on the verge of collapse, and they only continued to move forward under the pressure of the butcher's knife of the Tartar behind them, many of them howled for unknown reasons, and some even cried.

No one cared about the life or death of those who fell to the ground, the soldiers in the back row stepped on them, and there were actually a few people who fell directly on their feet.

And at this point, the person who fell usually has no chance to get back up.

Boom, boom, boom.

The third round of divine cannon shooting, this time the gunners used shotguns, and the 4 divine cannons sprayed 96 rounds of lead, which were poured on the heads of the traitors, which was already two layers thinner, and the center of the enemy line that was hit and bombarded was instantly penetrated, and even affected the two real female soldiers who supervised the battle behind.

At this point, the morale of the traitor soldiers, which was not high, completely collapsed, and someone shouted: "Defeated!" Run for your life! "All of a sudden, everyone began to fall apart.

"Death to those who retreat!"

Dozens of Tartars wielding broadswords and slashing indiscriminately, killing nearly 100 people in an instant, almost the same as the results obtained by the Qingzhou Army in several rounds of long-range strikes, but this could not prevent the defeated troops from retreating.

The smarter traitor army chose to flee to both sides, anyway, there were few Tartars supervising the battle, and it was impossible to leave the array to chase and kill.

Most of the people whose brains have been numb instinctively choose to turn around and flee backwards directly, the situation of thousands of people running frantically is very amazing, after killing a lot of people, the Jurchen people who are absolutely inferior in numbers can not support it, and they are crushed by the rout, they can only be a group of more than a dozen people, and they form a small circle to insist in the crowd, and a few soldiers who did not come and formed a formation were instantly submerged.

Xu Shiyang stared at the retreating enemy for a while, and regretted a little in his heart - when he was building the defensive line, he only thought about delaying the opponent's attack, and never thought about counterattacking, so he didn't leave a gap.

This is really a disadvantage, if you can send a counterattack now, drive the rout to attack the enemy formation, maybe you can directly sweep the second attack array of the Tartars.

It's a pity, it's a pity to waste such a good opportunity, you must pay attention next time.

The drumming from the side of the Tartar camp became more and more intense, and the Mouke, Pu Ran, and the True Jurchens who were in charge of the second formation and the Zhen Jurchens who were slightly behind the battle all let out angry roars, and the Thousand Jurchens began to trot and accelerate, and the sword and shield men at the front raised their shields with their left hands, covering the lower half of their faces, chests and abdomen, and slammed into the rout that could not dodge with a slightly short body!

The screams rolled to the ground, and the murderous Jurchen soldiers directly smashed through the crowd of routs with greater momentum, stepping on the fallen person and rushing towards the breastwork defense.

The Tartars turned a deaf ear to the sound of bones shattering and screams of despair from the heavy footsteps in armor, and almost instantly came within thirty paces of the breastwork!

"Shoot! Shoot fast! ”

The sudden rush of the enemy in front of him made the voice of the commander of the god machine soldier a little panicked.

The musketeers, who had already finished loading, put their spears on top of the breastwork, and before they had time to wait for new orders, they opened fire freely.

Fortunately, the distance was enough at this time, and the wooden shield covered with cowhide and the armor on the Tartars were still unable to withstand the cheapest buckshots, and a whole row of Tartars were covered in blood and fell to the ground screaming.

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