The Tartar armor on the opposite side was worn like a turtle shell, and Yang Zhengping's spear couldn't pierce it at all, which made him anxious, and secretly regretted that he should use a hardwood gun shaft, not this ash gun, this ash pole was too soft, and it was bent apart with a little force, and it couldn't penetrate the armor at all.

Seeing that two more Mantars jumped onto the wall, stood with Actun, and stabilized their positions, Yang Zhengping's heart suddenly became desperate, as if he saw the impending massacre.

At that moment, a sudden mass of objects flew by, smashing against the next door of Acton's door, the object cracked, white powder splattered, and a pungent smell suddenly filled the air.

"Ahem, cough, cough" Acton suddenly coughed loudly, and his body retreated again and again, leaning against the wall.

Two more objects flew in succession and smashed on the heads of the other two Tartars who had jumped onto the wall, and white powder was immediately sprinkled all over their ends.

The two Tartars hurriedly wiped their faces with their hands, and then let out a roar of pain.

"Lime powder!" The soldiers from peasant families suddenly understood, and some people threw the lime powder used to paint the wall as a weapon, and the water generated heat when it was splashed, and if it splashed into the eyes, it was enough to blind the eyes, and looking at the painful expressions of the Tartars, many Ming soldiers let out gloating laughter.

"Boom, boom!" Taking advantage of the opportunity when the two Mantars were desperately rubbing their eyes, the two Ming soldiers stabbed out the spears in their hands, and the spears penetrated through the unprotected necks like eyes, and the action of the two Mantars rubbing their eyes stopped at once, and with the spear drawn, their bodies fell to the ground with a puff.

"Humph!" The two Ming soldiers who succeeded in the assassination glanced at each other, and turned their heads in disgust with each other, but it was Xu Qingtian and Wang Meng, the daring warriors who had been waiting for a new look!

"Don't fucking laugh at yourself, come and help!" A broken gong-like voice sounded, and when everyone looked back, they saw Liu Nengti slipping half a bag of lime, and was hurriedly wrapping the lime ball with straw paper. Bringing the injured war horse back to the backyard stable, the old horseman Wang Xiang glanced at it and said that it was not injured, just pull out the arrow and put on the gold sore medicine, Liu Neng was relieved. When he came back, he saw a pile of lime in the corner of the stable, and his eyes turned to his heart, he had fought a lot when he was a child, and he knew the power of lime very well. I hurriedly found a pocket and filled half a bag, and took a large stack of straw paper from the window, and hurried to the gate of the wall, and climbed the wall.

"Great power, you really have you!" A soldier gave a thumbs up, hurriedly stepped forward to help, wrapped a ball of straw paper, and threw it down the wall.

The other Ming troops also followed suit, and for a time the lime bags danced wildly and threw down the walled wall like raindrops.

The straw paper was not tightly wrapped, the lime bag was scattered in the air, and the white powder in the sky was filled with the air, falling like raindrops, and the Mantar soldiers who were attacking under the wall were shrouded in white powder, and suddenly coughed violently.

"Don't throw it in one place, sprinkle lime where there is a tartar!" Liu Neng shouted while wrapping the lime, took the lime bag, ran to the top of the walled gate, and threw it down, and as the cough sounded, the sound of hitting the walled door suddenly stopped.

Yang Zhengping was very sorry that the Mantar who fought with him was too experienced, and he tried all his best to keep him behind, so he could only watch him jump off the wall......

Yang Zhengping found that his marksmanship that he had practiced hard for many years could not exert its power in the battle formation at all, perhaps the marksmanship used in the battle of the rivers and lakes was not suitable for the battle formation at all, and the fancy and complicated moves were of little use in front of the Mantar wrapped like an iron turtle, because it could not break through the opponent's defense at all. Maybe it's time for me to give up the ash gun I'm used to and switch to a hard gun!

"Fire!" Chen Yue nervously judged the battle situation, when the first Manchu Tartar soldier rushed to the wall, he knew that the time to open the cannon had come, at this moment most of the Mantars gathered under the wall, and at this moment the cannon would definitely give them the biggest blow! Unexpectedly, Liu Neng's sudden lime bag offensive gave a bigger surprise, and Chen Yue lost no time in giving the order.

With Chen Yue's order, the gunner Chen Gouzi, who had long been unable to bear it, lit the fuse, "Boom! Rumble! There were two loud bangs, and a burst of fire flew over the wall and shot towards the city.

A tiger squat cannon is loaded with 100 lead bullets, and the range can reach one mile, and the distance from the gun position under the wall is only more than 20 steps, and the kinetic energy carried by the projectile at such a close distance has basically not disappeared much, even the steel plate can penetrate it!

Two tiger squat guns, installed on the protruding corner tower platform more than 50 steps apart, the angle of fire has long been adjusted, the drop point of the projectile is just outside the walled gate, one to the left, one to the right, most of the full Tartar soldiers shrouded in the period, when the artillery opened, more than 100 projectiles shot out like raindrops, and the full Tartar queue was suddenly hit like a rain of duckweed!

The power of the Tiger Squat Cannon is not too great, but it can be loaded with scattered bullets, and the power is maximized in these cases.

The barrage swept in, and at least thirty or forty Eight Banners soldiers were hit by the projectiles, and the armor on their bodies could not give them much protection, and blood flowed out from the armor like a note.

There was a lime shroud, and it was bombarded by two tiger squat cannons, and the whole team of the Tartars was completely blinded, and those who were killed on the spot by the projectiles were just that, the terrible thing was that they were not killed and their eyes were fascinated by lime, so they could only wave their hands in vain and let out a miserable howl.

"Hit the mark!" A thought poured into Niu Lu Ezhen Abule's heart, the Ming army actually had artillery! This was something he had never thought about. Isn't this a small inspection department, and there are a hundred and ten archers made up of farmers? How is it possible to have a cannon?

Moreover, the cannon is not fired early or late, but when everyone gathers under the city and waits for the city to be broken, the cannon is fired, which shows that the Ming army in the city has already premeditated! Could it be that the castle is not an ordinary inspection archer, but a regular army of the border army of the Ming Dynasty? A thought suddenly came to Abula's mind.

However, in any case, the siege can not continue, and the small space outside the walled gate is limited by the ditch has completely lost its geographical advantage, and in the face of the Ming army with artillery and hiding behind the high wall, he is now in a completely passive situation.

"The whole army retreats!" With a long sigh, Abule issued an order to retreat, and the invincible Eight Banners warriors were repelled by the Ming Dynasty Local Inspection Division, what a shame! Abul closed his eyes in agony.

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