Although the white pole soldiers suffered a lot of blows, they did not hesitate to move forward along the ridge-like hills.

Qin Gongming hesitated for a moment, but most of the mountain cannons on the head of the city had stopped shooting, only one or two mountain cannons, and one or two flowering bullets were fired from time to time, because of the distance, it was difficult to fall into the crowd, and there was not much threat to the white pole soldiers.

His brows finally relaxed, and he silently muttered in his heart: He has entered the blind spot of artillery, and as long as he approaches the Mandate of Heaven Army, he can play the role of a "white pole"!

The white pole soldier is the main unit with a white pole spear, this kind of white pole spear is a weapon created by Qin Liangyu according to the local terrain characteristics, with a strong white wood to make a long pole, equipped with a bladed iron hook, with a hard iron ring below, when fighting, the hook can be cut and pulled, the ring can be used as a hammer weapon, if necessary, dozens of spear hooks and rings are connected, it can be used as a tool to climb the wall over the mountain, the cliff can be climbed instantly, it is very suitable for mountain combat.

Even on flat ground, the white-pole spear is a long weapon, making it ideal for close combat.

In their eyes, the Heavenly Mandate Army on the opposite side is completely a group of rabble rogues, I don't know from which prefecture and county they captured the artillery of the Ming army, just now let their brothers suffer, now they must get it back, even if it is not for revenge, they must fight for the honor of the white pole soldiers.

Song Wen handed over the telescope to the soldiers beside him, although he was older, the white pole soldiers were directly in front of two or three hundred steps, and he didn't need the telescope anymore.

Looking at the white pole soldiers who kept pouring over, there was a faint sneer on the corner of his mouth: I really don't know how the word "death" is written!

"General, it's only two hundred steps!"

Song Wen still didn't speak, the distance of two hundred paces was very suitable for shooting, but once the white pole soldiers suffered heavy losses, who knew if they would retreat? Closer, closer, even if the white pole soldiers want to retreat, it is difficult to escape the range of the Xining rifle!

"General, it's a hundred steps, and the front of the white pole soldier has entered the death line of one hundred steps!"

"Shoot!" Song Wen finally spit out two words, feeling relieved.

"Bang, bang, bang......"

The gunners in the first row, there were thousands of people, they had been waiting impatiently, and as soon as Song Wen's voice fell, they pulled the trigger almost at the same time, and more than a thousand bullets formed a dense firepower net, and pushed towards the white pole soldiers.

"Huh...... Yes...... Bang bang ......"

The white pole soldiers at the front let out an exclamation at the moment when the bullet pierced their bodies, but it was too late, and before they could understand what was going on, they fell to the ground one by one, filling up one ditch after another, and forming new human trenches......

The soldiers who followed behind only heard a "crackling" sound, and saw their companions fall to the ground en masse, they also did not understand what was happening, and thought that someone in front of them had fallen, triggering dominoes.

The people in front fell, just giving them a chance, and the white pole soldiers bypassed the corpses of their companions and continued to attack forward, and the white pole soldiers behind them, because they could not see them, could only step on the corpses of their companions.

The Mandate of Heaven was not idle, and the second row of gunners waited for a while, and only then did they pull the trigger when they saw that the white pole soldiers were coming up again.

In one round of shooting, 5,600 gunners fired 5,600 bullets, and the white pole soldiers on the opposite side were infantry, and the hit rate reached at least 40%.

More than half of the white pole soldiers were killed and wounded, and the wounded soldiers who fell first would finally let out a scream, echoing into a very real symphony of tragedy on the death line of a hundred paces......

At this time, the white pole soldiers who rushed to the front had already understood that their companions were not tripped by the bumpy mountain road, but died under the fire of the rogues!

In a panic, they slowed down, wanting to take a closer look.

But how can the tide stop halfway? The white pole soldiers in the back did not understand the truth, but they still struggled forward, and the white pole soldiers in front could not stand on their feet, and were squeezed forward, and the crowd became denser.

This is the most desired scenario of the Providence Army, the denser the crowd, the higher the hit rate of rifle bullets!

How could Song Wen let go of such an opportunity? He kept shouting, ordering the soldiers to speed up their shooting, and the tide of the white pole soldiers kept retreating to the rear, and the white pole soldiers in the front were almost one hundred and fifty paces away.

At such a distance, the soldiers of the Mandate of Heaven still like it very much.

When the gunners in the fourth row shot the bullets, they had already penetrated the white pole soldiers - they had already seen the tail of the line, as well as Qin Gongming, who was supervising the battle from afar!

Qin Gongming didn't know if he didn't see the form of the battlefield clearly, or if he was stunned, he didn't even issue an order.

But the soldiers of the white pole soldiers saw the form clearly, as if the tide hit the rocks and was beaten to pieces, and the ground was full of corpses and wounded soldiers of the white pole soldiers, and if they wanted to continue the attack, they had to climb over the mountain of corpses in front.

The muzzle of the Mandate of Heaven has changed from the front chest to the head, and below the head, it has been blocked by the corpse mountain, and it is difficult to aim again.

"It's not good, the Mandate of Heaven's firearms are too powerful......"

The white pole soldiers, who understood the form of the battlefield, no longer dared to climb over the pile of corpses, or bypassed from both sides, and without waiting for Qin Gongming's order, they had already turned around and fled.

"Zhang Ling blows the white pole soldiers like heavenly soldiers, and in front of the Xining rifle, it's just like that?" Song Wen smiled coldly and shouted: "Keep shooting, don't let the white pole soldiers run away......"

Qin Gongming is like a fool, only then can he see the way out of the door - three thousand white pole soldiers, almost all of them were wiped out!

"Quick, get back!"

The white pole soldiers retreated without authorization, Qin Gongming not only did not punish them, but cheered them on, in his heart, he could withdraw one by one, the fire of the Heavenly Mandate Army was too sharp, the only thing he didn't understand was that he had already entered the front of the Heavenly Mandate Army, why couldn't he see the white pole soldiers attacking?

"Bang, bang, bang......"

The dense gunfire shattered all of Qin Gongming's dreams, and the hundreds of white-pole soldiers who were fleeing, as if they had collectively fallen into the magic, fell into the ravine one by one......

In front of the Mandate of Heaven Army, there are no standing white pole soldiers, but whenever there are white pole wounded soldiers who want to get up, they will be shot, and the messy and monotonous gunfire envelops the white pole soldiers around!

"Ah......" Qin Gongming's mouth opened into a big "O" shape, this time he saw with his own eyes that more than a hundred soldiers lost their lives in this short moment......

The white pole soldiers were not yet dead, and there were bursts of miserable and desperate shouts, cutting Qin Gongming's heart like knives, three thousand, three thousand white pole soldiers, this is less than half an hour......

"Boom...... Long ......"

A flowering bullet exploded a shallow crater dozens of steps in front of Qin Gongming, shrapnel flew sideways, and rubble danced wildly, almost knocking down a personal guard.

Qin Gongming was in a daze at the smoke burning in the crater, but one of his own soldiers shouted: "Governor, go quickly, I'm afraid the Heavenly Mandate Army will be in pursuit......"

"Yes, let's go!" Qin Gongming came to his senses at this time, the three thousand soldiers were gone, and he had become the governor of the light pole, and he would become a prisoner of war of the Heavenly Mandate Army like Ma Xianglin.

He turned his horse's head, took the guards who supervised the battle, and hurriedly returned to Mao'er Mountain along the same road.

"General, the officer of the white pole soldier who supervised the battle ran away, can you chase it?"

Song Wen spat in the direction of Qin Gongming's escape, and said with a smile: "From such a distance, can you catch up?" ”

"That'...... Do you want to fire a couple of flowering shells from a mountain cannon? ”

"Shoot a flowering bomb? Seeing them off? Song Wen said angrily: "They are only dozens of people, and at such a distance, even within the range of mountain artillery, who has such a good accuracy?" What a waste of flowering bullets! ”

"Then let them run?" The soldiers were a little reluctant, and seeing that Song Wen didn't care, he had no choice but to say, "General, what should we do now?" ”

"What to do? Naturally, it was to send a message to the Metropolitan Governor, and at the same time clean up the battlefield and solve the wounded soldiers of these white pole soldiers," Song Wen said: "Then approach Mao'er Mountain and join the Metropolitan Governor as soon as possible!" ”

The matter of cleaning up the battlefield, the Mandate of Heaven Army is very familiar with it, and the wounded soldiers are all made up with a fatal knife, and there are no prisoners of war in this battle.

The bodies were searched one by one, then their armor was stripped off and piled up with their weapons, and the bodies were set on fire on the dead branches and leaves.

Qin Gongming took his personal guards and ran for more than 30 miles in one breath, and met Qin Liangyu's army on the mountain road, hurriedly turned over and dismounted, kneeling on the ground, "Auntie, nephew......"

"Hey, Gongming, why are you here?" Qin Liangyu looked left and right, and found that Qin Gongming only had dozens of guards around him, "Didn't you let you attack Zhongzhou?" ”

Qin Gongming was like a child who had been extremely wronged, and he cried loudly: "Auntie, my nephew is useless, my nephew is defeated......"

"Defeated? Defeated so quickly? Qin Liangyu seemed to understand something, "Was he ambushed by the Heavenly Mandate Army?" Such a big person, I don't know how to release rangers along the way, let me say what are you good about? I also know how to cry ......"

"......" Qin Gongming cried so hard that he couldn't speak for a while.

"Don't get up yet? In front of the soldiers, what kind of system is this? Qin Liangyu glared at him and said, "How many soldiers have you lost?" ”

Qin Gongming barely stopped crying, but he lay on the ground and refused to get up, "Auntie, nephew no, soldiers...... The whole army was annihilated...... Ask my aunt to punish ......"

"What?" Qin Liangyu almost fell off his horse, raised his horsewhip, and wanted to take a beating, but after the horsewhip was raised, he couldn't bear to fall, let out a long sigh, and said, "What's going on?" Tell the truth quickly, if there is half a lie, I will break your dog's legs......"

"Yes, aunt," Qin Gongming just got up, approached Qin Liangyu's war horse, and carefully explained the situation of going to Zhongzhou, "Auntie, Liukou's fire gun is too sharp, and the white pole soldiers can't get close to ...... at all."

"The range of the Heavenly Mandate Armament Gun has reached two hundred paces?" Qin Liangyu gasped, she thought of the tall and strong messenger of the Heavenly Mandate Army, "No wonder he said that Li Zicheng is going to use 5,000 soldiers to fight a decisive battle with 10,000 stones, and if he really wants to meet on the battlefield, the stone soldiers will only be beaten......"

Her eyes were introverted, her gaze became empty, she thought for a long time, and waved her horsewhip violently, "Let's go, go back to Mao'er Mountain first!" ”