When the cowardly Xue army struggled in the dense barrage, the Tiefutu encounter of the Hebi Red Army was not much better.

The Hebi Red Army is Boyan's guard, the number is not large, only 5,000 horsemen, and the Tiefutu of this charge is only about 1,000, but each of them is a soldier who has fought with Boyan in the south and the north, and has experienced a hundred battles. More than seventy percent are Mongols, the rest are mostly Semu people, and there are also a small number of Jurchens, Khitans and Han people, their origins may not be as good as the cowardly Xue Wei, but all of them are warriors killed in the sea of corpses and blood, and their combat power is still above the cowardly Xue Wei. With Boyan's strict governance of the army, with an order, even if there is a mountain of swords and a sea of fire in front of him, he will not blink, let alone just a wooden stake array.

With the finger of Baijia Nu, the front row of Tiefutu did not slow down at all, and hit it headlong - boom! Rows of wooden stakes were broken, splinters of wood flew up, and many of the stakes were pulled up one after another, and mud was scattered everywhere. At the moment when the war horses fell to the ground with a mournful roar, some of the Tiefutu fell to the ground and struggled to get up, but more Tiefutu knights flew forward with inertia, smashed on the stake, and took advantage of the momentum to roll up. Instead of screaming and rushing towards the musketeers, they used swords and axes lassoes to chop and pull the stakes around them, breaking or pulling them up one by one, clearing the rear cavalry.

The Hebi Red Army is really elite, and its response to the enemy is more flexible than that of Xue Wei, and its tactical actions are more effective.

When the stake array was more than half destroyed, the knights of the Hebi Red Army also rushed into the "death zone" of the musketeers.

And the 1,600 muskets that had been waiting for a long time rang out in the long swan sound. At this moment, the roar and gushing smoke formed by more than a thousand muskets were not in the slightest under the sixteen tiger roaring cannons on the right formation.

The barricades that have been changed from knights to foot soldiers are wreaking havoc, with sharp blades swinging, broken wood all over the sky, and a metal storm on the ground is like a seven- or eight-level gale, and the momentum of destroying and decaying is roaring, and the sound of clanging armor breaking and puffing through flesh is endless, and hundreds of armor warriors' various actions are frozen in an instant, and then thousands of blood arrows are spraying wildly, roaring and falling down sonorously, like a broken human-shaped wooden stake.

The drums beat and with the beat of the drums, the first two rows of musketeers stepped back, and the middle two rows stepped forward, raising their guns and aiming. The sound of the swan sounded again, and there was another deafening burst of gunfire, and a large canopy of blood mist exploded in front of the Hebi Red Army's cavalry formation, the men and horses were bathed in blood, and the nail leaf fragments exploded in the air, and the Hebi Red Army knights fell in a row again.

At this moment, the eyes of the hundred slaves in the center of the cavalry formation were red, like gamblers with red eyes who had lost, and roared: "Charge!" Hurdle! The Red Army is invincible! ”

In the crazy roar of the hundred slaves, many Hebi Red Knights also went crazy. Some pulled out their throwing weapons and threw them fiercely; Some of them didn't care, even the men and horses hit the stakes, and when the men and horses fell, they broke a few more, and in an instant, they broke through more than ten steps, and they were only twenty paces away from the musketeers.

Facing a thousand-strong cavalry armed to the teeth at such a close distance is a huge psychological pressure for any soldier. More than half of the musketeers were veterans, and they had excellent psychological qualities, and they were still able to complete basic tactical actions and shoot projectiles under pressure. As for the recruits, they were a little flustered, their movements were sluggish, their canes fell to the ground, the end of the medicine was deviant, the lead was out of their hands, and they even couldn't load a projectile for a long time......

A battle group of 1,600 musketeers was able to fire at least 1,500 projectiles at a time, inflicting heavy casualties on the knights of the Hebi Red Army at close range. However, as the knights of the Hebi Red Army fought back frantically, more and more musketeers could not withstand the huge pressure and performed abnormally.

In such a situation, firearms malfunction is frequent, and even the rate of mute fire has increased considerably. To make matters worse, many soldiers repeatedly reloaded in panic, and even stuffed half of the barrel with lead, and the last shot was fired, and the barrel exploded......

One of the barrel explosions happened next to Wu Man'er, and he saw with his own eyes that the soldier's hands were blown off, his whole face was bloody and fleshy, and he fell screaming. A burst of barrel splinters sliced across his cheek, dripping with blood.

Wu Man'er endured the pain and grief, ignored the choking whistle smoke, inhaled vigorously, and then held his breath, so as to stabilize his trembling hands, he reloaded the ammunition with all his might, and fired a shot in front of him without aiming or aiming.

At this moment, a strong wind blew, the smoke suddenly dispersed, and the eyes were clear. Wu Man'er clearly saw that his shot hit a knight in the abdomen, and the knight covered his abdomen and swayed, not falling for a while. Suddenly, the helmet exploded, blood splattered, and the knight fell with a bang.

Wu Man'er turned his head sideways, and saw Lu Baochong, who was outside the dozen musketeers, waved his fist at himself, and nodded his thumb to his chest, indicating that he was killing the enemy. However, before he could put his hand down, a flying axe that flew with a whirring axe "scraped" and slashed off one of his arms......

Wu Man'er trembled, and tears welled up. At this time, there was a fierce drum beat in his ears, and thousands of times of training made him instinctively retreat with the brigade, and he looked at the figure in the pool of blood on the ground with teary eyes, and clenched the gun in his hand hard......

Such bloody and tragic scenes were played out all the time, and as the knights of the Hebi Red Army continued to fall, the combat attrition of the musketeers also increased, and the frequency of gun replacement continued to increase. At this point in the fierce battle, the two sides have entered a state of stalemate, each other is fighting, with flesh and blood, with life and life, it depends on who can't withstand it first.

When the fierce battle was in full swing, I heard a big chaos on the side of the cowardly Xue army, and faintly exclaimed: "Cowardly Xue Chang ......"

It also quickly toppled down, which immediately caused a riot in the cowardly Xue army, and the offensive against the artillery array was paused.

At this time, under the big coffin full of holes, Su Die'er's head and face were covered with blood, and the flesh and blood were rolled, as if he had been slashed dozens of times by a dozen machetes, but the head and neck were intact - that was what his subordinates had exchanged for their lives.

Even so, in exchange, it was just a dying one. The Tiger Roar Cannon is no better than a musket, even if it is rubbed by a rain of bullets, it is enough to kill you.

also Su Die'er's eyes were hard to open, and blood continued to flow out, grabbing Daxu with one hand, and grabbing the deputy general beside him with the other, and said in a loud voice: "Kill ...... Kill the past...... Even if I die, I will put my body in ...... Put it in Song Jun's ...... ...... in front of the artillery and artillery emplacements"

Boom boom! Thousands of horses are galloping, and the cowardly Xue Jun is also crazy.

When the cowardly Xue army was within twenty steps, no matter how crazy Hu Yanxiao was, he had to order the tiger roaring cannon to retreat, and the escort team immediately joined forces from both sides to cover the artillery retreat. The convoy of less than two hundred men, facing thousands of iron horsemen, each soldier knew what fate awaited them, but they had no choice but to fight to the death and buy time for the artillery to retreat.

Boom boom! The cowardly Xue army rushed forward ten steps, and in front of him, there were only three or four wooden stakes, and Tiefutu could break it with just one collision.

At this moment, the convoy suddenly cracked through it, and an army dressed in yellow leather armor, draped in two rows of bullets, and armed with shotguns, suddenly appeared. The next moment, the gunfire erupted, the bullets roared, and in the frightened gaze of the cowardly Xue Jun Tiefutu, the barrage interrupted by the retreat of the tiger roar cannon appeared again. The bullets and rain swept away, people turned on their horses, and thousands of horses rushed into battle, but they were sluggish.

The martial arts team made a strong debut.

The same is a shotgun, if the Tiger Roar is a medium-range strike weapon, the shotgun is a melee killing weapon. Ten steps to kill, two hundred shotguns continued to roar, not to mention the iron float to rush over, not to mention the last triple stake, it was blocked at a distance of ten steps, and was ground into piles of flesh and blood by the hunting spears of the martial arts team......

In despair, the cowardly deputy general of the Xue Army couldn't bear it anymore, and knelt on the ground full of flesh and blood, slammed his fists desperately to beat the ground, and cried: "Can't rush!" I really can't rush it! ”

On the Chinese army's nest car, Ma Nanchun, who was watching this scene, was excited: "In this battle, the Yuan army is going to lose." ”

Zhao Lie rubbed his face with his hands full of cold sweat and exhaled vigorously: "Yes, we, we are going to win." ”