With a thunderous sound, a continuous firelight erupted from the top wall on the left and right, and the bright flames intersected with the dense white smoke, like a figure-eight smoke dragon rising from the wall.

Several shield carts were smashed to pieces, and shards of leather and iron flew to the ground, followed by continuous screams, blood mist rising from the bodies of each of them who had been shot, and the heavy sound of their bodies flying to the ground.

After the Qing soldiers covered the shield car, although this distance from Xin'an Gong could not penetrate the thick guard plate they covered, the design of the wall of Zhongwu Village was a figure-eight shape, and the wall and the road were oblique.

When the bullets hit from the left and right, there were a succession of Qing archers and even armor soldiers who were shot, and blood arrows spurted out of their bodies, and the single-headed bullets hit their bodies, which immediately expanded into the shape of a flower, rolling and deforming in their bodies, causing astonishing trauma.

They rolled in different positions, threw themselves on the snow and wailed, and the excruciating pain after being shot made them suffer from pain.

"Ahh A Qing soldier archer rolled on the ground and cried loudly, he was shot in the left abdomen, and his intestines were knocked out.

He wore a warm hat and only an arrow-sleeved robe with horseshoe sleeves, and this kind of protection, I can't help but say, the one-headed bullet almost penetrated his body. The pain of buckshot getting into him and smashing the entrails there was indescribable.

Not far from him, there was also an armored soldier rolling on the ground twitching and struggling, the shield in his hand thrown far away, and a shocking hole in it.

But it was a single bullet from the left, and the shield he was covering was immediately broken, and then the bullet struck him in the left chest, and the iron-clad armor he was proud of had no protective effect.

Now the new Anjun can break the two-layer heavy armor in fifty steps, what is the iron-inlaid armor? When the one-headed bullet hit him, it immediately broke open the outer layer of cotton on his outside, and the armor made of fine iron inside also cracked, penetrating deep into his body.

And like a flower, the armor soldier's mouth spurted blood, and the wound gushed like a spring, and the blood sprayed out deeply stained the surrounding snow.

He opened his eyes wide and couldn't understand, aren't the firearms of the Ming army terrible? It is easy to explode, and the power is small many times, and he has been shot before, still at a distance of thirty paces, but the bullet did not break the armor on his body at all, why is it here?

Large streams of blood poured out of his mouth, and he didn't understand it deeply.

The wails were everywhere, many people were rolling in pools of blood and struggling, and even the archers on the other side of the trench pounced on several of them, and the Xin'an army on the wall of the wall shot them, although they were mainly Tartars behind the shield carts, but they would not let go of them without concealment.

More than a dozen Qing archers and armored soldiers fell, and this was still under the cover of the shield car, and the rest of them opened their eyes widely, and the neat and fierce platoon made many people's minds blank.

It was so ferocious, they had heard a lot of sound of guns, but they had never seen such a neat and powerful one.

Before everyone could react, there was a sharp swan sound at the walled fort, and the fire at the lower end of the walled wall on the left and right was connected again, and a figure-eight smoke dragon was formed, which merged with the original gunsmoke, and the smoke was billowing from all over the wall.

The sound of another body falling to the ground, blood mist flying, and screams were all in one.

"This is ......" Suo Hun clenched the reins in his hand hard, the firearms on the opposite side were so fierce and neat, it was too unexpected for him, and in the long years of his campaign, such a powerful platoon seemed to be the first time he had seen it.

The armor-piercing ability of the opposite gun is too strong, and what surprised him is the use of the opposite artillery, the farther the artillery, the better, and the farther the range, the better, so that the artillery shoots like a firearm, and it is the first time he has seen it.

There were also many small cannons in the Ming army that could be rotated, such as the Baizi Gun or something, but they were all shotguns fired at close range. The artillery on the opposite side was used in this way, which required very strict discipline and training, and the Ming army in front was really a fierce enemy, which was very different from the Nanban seen in it.

Beside him, Colquin's eyes were cold, and he also clenched his teeth.

Two platoons and a dozen strikes, the warriors are afraid that the damage is not small, especially the defenders over there hit by side fire. Fortunately, the opponent's combat power has been tested to some extent, and their firearms are really sharp, but the blood of the warriors will not be shed in vain!

I heard Suo Hun shouting: "Blow the snail immediately, let the soldiers rush forward!" ”

He could see clearly that the two rows of guns on the opposite side had been beaten, and it would take a lot of time to reload again, and now, it was the world of the Qing warriors!

The trumpeter stood beside him with a conch, and the Tartars behind him were surprised, and when they heard this, they immediately picked up the conch and blew hard.

"Woo......" The deep conch sound rolled away from the ground again.

"Kill!" The long and majestic sound of conch rolls under his feet, and the shouting and cannon cannons can't be masked.

The sound of thunder shook under their feet, beating the hearts of the people like a thunderous drum.

Hearing this snail horn, the rest of the Qing soldiers immediately turned red, and the brave, ferocious, and murderous aura in their hearts was stimulated.

How many times, the Eight Banners pounced on the enemy with the sound of conchs, three snails and three calls, three calls and three advances, invincible, invincible.

Although more than 20 warriors fell in a pool of blood after two platoons of guns and two artillery bursts, and they dispatched no more than 150 people, and suffered heavy losses, the rest of the Qing soldiers still clenched their weapons and desperately shouted and charged.

And they knew that the Ming army had already finished fighting, and as long as they rushed forward, the defenders on the opposite side would be at their mercy.

The four shield carts rushed forward desperately, and the archers fired arrows vigorously at all parts of the wall, especially the two gun emplacements. Hold on to their axes, iron bones, javelins, and other sharp weapons, and when they rush within thirty paces, they will fly at the enemy everywhere.

Suddenly, two cannons rang out in front and back, and two more cannons roared, and the shield cart on the right in front was finally hit, and the ten taels of projectiles pierced through the guard, making the thick plates covered with iron and cowhide break a big hole, accompanied by the blood rain behind the guard.

The shield cart on the left was also hit again, and it had been hit by a shot, which collapsed and shattered into a large hole, and when it was hit again, the guard plate was mostly shattered, and there was no cover function. The stirred up shards flew even more, killing and injuring several cart coats and the archers who followed them.

The Tartars behind the shield cart howled loudly, and they simply abandoned the cart and rushed out from behind the shield cart with a shout, and they rushed forward desperately with shields, knives, axes, and iron bones.

At last they rushed within thirty paces, and the rain of axes, javelins, and iron bones were thrown at the gun emplacements, as well as at various parts of the wall.

At this moment, the sharp swan sound sounded again, a thunderous sound, and a fierce row of guns, and two bursts of fire broke out above and below the wall, and inside and outside Zhongwu Village, it seemed that it was about to be shrouded in dense white smoke.

The screams of the attacking Qing army were continuous, the blood mist was flying, and corpses fell on the road. Unexpectedly, two more volleys made the attacking Blue Flag Tartars a mess, and they didn't expect it, wasn't the fire gun finished, how could there be?

"Bang!" The cannon at the convex corner at the north end spewed out a large puff of smoke, and along with the thick smoke, there were dozens of small and ferocious red lights.

The snow chips on the ground flew, and the long blood mist soared, and the remnants were not hit by the firearms, and the several armored soldiers who rushed forward were hit by the shotguns, and their bodies shook strangely, and the left and right fronts continued to spew blood arrows, and without a sound, they rolled crookedly on the snow.

……

Suo Hun stepped on the stirrup and stood up, he looked ahead incredulously, they still have guns?

No, if there were, I wouldn't see people, it was the original guards, and the firearms they used were strange.

Beside him, Colquin's face turned pale, and he said coldly: "It's Nanban's thunderbolt, all of which are loaded with the rear, if the Franc machine is the same, it is very fast...... Aren't you afraid that fireworks will blind them? ”

The Qing army crisscrossed all parts of the Ming Dynasty, and captured many firearms, and the thunderbolt was naturally also in it, but this gun had a problem with the Franc machine, and the gas leakage was very serious.

The big Franc machine is okay, and the thunderbolt should be raised to the eye to aim, and the fire often leaks out, burning the shooter's face and eyes. Even if there were firearms in the Qing army, this kind of firearms was generally abandoned, and they were equipped on a large scale when they didn't think of the other side.

Suo Hun's face was cloudy, and at this time, he was not thinking about why the opposite side was using a large number of leaky firearms, but whether to continue fighting.

Reason told him that he couldn't fight, and after a few bursts of artillery and platoon guns on the opposite side, his own casualties were almost fifty, right? It's almost 30% lost, and it's time to retreat.

But his heart was full of anger, they were arrogant and strange, and suddenly suffered such a big loss, but how many deaths and injuries did the other party have? No one can accept it.

And at this time, some tigers are difficult to ride, and they have already rushed into thirty steps, and they can soon rush closer, and even if the opponent has strong armor, they can shoot through. With sharp firearms, you are no match for bows and arrows at close range, so maybe you should fight again!

He made up his mind violently and shouted, "Blow the snail again!" ”

"Woo ......" The thick conch sound rolled away from the ground for the third time, and the remaining Qing soldiers rose up and howled and charged.

They had already rushed to within thirty paces, their shield carts were all in tatters, two of them were even out of cover, and the remnants of the archers and armoured men behind the carts were all abandoned. They shot arrows desperately, and a large number of throwing axes and iron javelins were thrown into the gun emplacements and the wall, and the battle became fierce.

"Reload!" Kong Wanyin, the cannon commander at the convex corner at the north end, looked out of the bunker and kept roaring and urging.

Opposite him, the ignition man leaned close behind the bunker sack, nervously watching the loader go about his work, his head whistling miserably, and from time to time thick Tartar arrows swept overhead. There were also weapons such as throwing axes and iron bones that smashed the bunker loudly, and some javelins were thrown in, making a sharp whistle.

The sightman kept his head down desperately, and the sound of "tuk-tuk" in front of him continued, and the guard plate of the artillery was already nailed with heavy arrows from the Tartars, some of which pierced through the hard boards, some in the shape of large chisels, spindle shuttles, or all kinds of strange shapes, eerie and cold.

There were even a number of arrows coming in through the gaps in the guards, grazing right next to his helmet.

The sightman kept his head down as best he could, and the closer the Tartar got, some of the arrows were already a threat to their soldiers' armor, especially with weapons like their axes and javelins, which would be terrible if they were hit.

The two loaders were busy with their work, and the Franc machine in their hands had just fired a cannonball, and it was still smoking, and one loader pulled off the iron bolt and lifted the bolt, and the other loader took the other gun, put it on the belly, and stuffed the iron plug with the chain fastened.

As soon as the loader clamped the inside of his abdomen, a large handful of iron bones were thrown in and smashed on his head and body. The heavy iron bones smashed down, smashing his helmet and heart goggles into dents, and he spurted blood from his mouth, and he stumbled and fell.

"Brother Sun, ......" everyone shouted, the aiming hand roared, picked up the handle, and turned the heavy cannon body.

"...... over there," the artillery commander Kong Wanyin shouted as he pointed to a direction, and his aiming hand compared the crosshair with the light door, and aimed over.

Smoke was rising outside, and the shadow shield car loomed on the road, and he wanted to see more clearly, but suddenly he roared violently, and an arrow flashed out of the smoke, and the loud "dang" shot at his throat armor.

Luckily, his throat guard was curved, and the arrows grazed against the sparks that swept past him.

The aiming hand was stunned for a moment, and another crescent moon arrow shot out, hitting him right in the face, and peeking out from the back of his head.

With a shout, the sight man fell backwards and rolled in front of the cannon just struggling.

"Brother Teng......" The other loader helped him up and shouted to the healer. Suddenly there were a few shrill whistles, and several javelins were thrown, and as soon as the loader raised his head, one javelin had already penetrated through his armor, and blood splattered, and he staggered back.

The aiming hand Teng Zhengwen was also hit by a few javelins, his body trembled a few times, and he didn't move at all.

Kong Wanyin scolded angrily: "You are big." ”

He grabbed it, grabbed the handle, and roared, "Ignite! ”

The igniter hurriedly put the fire rope on the ignition rod to the goose feather primer tube, and there was a loud bang, and the thick smoke flooded the corner.

……

Behind the ramp wall, Cao Jingxing suddenly pushed the copper bolt and pressed it, the arc knife cut through the back end of the fixed paper tube, and poured the medicine into the fire door nest.

He pulled the hammer, gritted his teeth, and the cat got up, his iron mask now covered, stuck in the slot of the armor on the left side.

There were several arrows stuck in his armor, one of which nearly pierced through his armor and into his flesh.

The Tartars shot their arrows fiercely and accurately, and a large number of arrows came in, and the brothers were hit by arrows one after another. Especially this one is wearing an iron mask, his vision is very inflexible, after a few shots, it is smoky, the Tartar soldiers loom in the white smoke, and a few cold arrows come over, and they can't see clearly if they don't pay attention.

Cao Jingxing was hit by several arrows in this way, but fortunately, those arrows used a ten-force bow, and he was shot in more than 20 steps, but the arrows did not penetrate the armor and did not hurt the flesh and blood inside.

But now that the Tartars are getting closer, many people rush to twenty or even a dozen steps, but be careful. In particular, the throwing axes, javelins and other objects thrown by the Tartars are even more powerful.

At this time, the Chinese army had already ordered free fire, and the Tartar soldiers were desperately charging, and if they waited for the sound of the swans to fire another volley, I am afraid they would all rush to the front. No more than thieves, the Tartars' arrows and other threats are too great to let them get too close.

The sound of guns around him continued, the brothers were shooting, Cao Jingxing raised the guns and stood up, just probed, and hurriedly squatted down, several flying axes flew over his head, and slashed on the bamboo fence on the slope behind him.

He stood up and fired a gun, and in the smoke of gunpowder, a Tartar armor soldier soared out, and in mid-air, a large canopy of blood rain sprayed out.

Cao Jingxing squatted down again, and together with the copper bolt, there was a crisp metal crisp sound, and the belly and mouth were exposed, and white smoke was rising.

He quickly took out a fixed cartridge ammunition from his satchel, and was about to stuff it into the muzzle, when he suddenly heard a few screams, but it was the new recruits Chen Fusheng and Yang Demao who had just stood up, and they were hit by several arrows, and they staggered back and fell on the wooden floor behind the wall, making a heavy sound.

Chen Fusheng's iron mask was dented and shattered, and the fatal thing was that there were several arrows in his chest, all of which were arrows from the gear, the armor was piercing, and he was more than a dozen steps away, and even the heart goggles were shot through.

Yang Demao's throat was like a hedgehog in his chest, and five or six arrows were inserted, even if his throat armor was arced, this distance was also sunken, and the two arrows pierced even deeper.

"Everyone, be careful, watch out for dodging." Zhao Yanhe, the head of the armor, shouted, and suddenly Kong Wancai screamed, and was smashed on the helmet by an iron bone, and his head was broken and bleeding.

As soon as Ma Xiaobao stood up, he found the target and was about to open the gun, and Zhao Yanhe, the commander of the armor, shouted: "Be careful! ”

Ma Xiaobao was wearing an iron mask and couldn't see clearly, a flying axe flew suddenly, slicing heavily into his left arm, blood splashed, and his iron arm and hand were all sliced open. The wound was deep and bloody, and Ma Xiaobao roared angrily and pulled the axe down.

"Everyone, be careful, watch out for dodging." Zhao Yanhe, the commander of the armor, shouted, raised his gun and aimed at a tartar, and suddenly the soldier Kang Yingju shouted: "There is a javelin." ”

Zhao Yanhe saw that a javelin was being thrown at his position, and Zhao Yanhe hurriedly flashed.

There was a sudden and terrible roar, and two black shadows swept through the smoke, and two heavy javelins.

Zhao Yanhe only flashed one shot, and the other javelin hit his body, passing through his right chest, and the heavy iron blade of the javelin leaked out from behind his cloak, and a large stream of blood splashed out.

Zhao Yanhe fell to the ground suddenly, his body fell heavily on the wooden floor behind him, a large stream of blood spurted out from around his iron mask, staining his armor bright red everywhere, he wanted to say something, but in the end he couldn't say anything.

Everyone was exclaimed, and Cao Jingxing's eyes widened angrily: "Zhao Jiachang! ”