"Eighty steps!" , "Seventy Steps!", "Sixty Steps!" ”

The personal soldiers around Chen Ming were staring at the ground in front of the left flank position of the Laizhou Army, and when they saw these Mongolian soldiers crossing the distance mark, they loudly reported the number of distances from their own positions. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

"First row, salvo!" Chen Ming personally waved the order flag and gave the order loudly.

More than 300 soldiers in the front row of the left flank of the Laizhou Army, who had been waiting impatiently, suddenly pulled the trigger. More than 300 iron bullets whizzed towards the more than 100 Mongolian cavalry that rushed in.

These Mongol soldiers had just rushed closer, and were about to raise their bows and arrows, and wanted to make a round of projectiles, when they were killed by the salvo of the Laizhou army, forty or fifty people were killed at once.

"Eternal Heaven bless! Warriors, charge! Hadanbatel and Geriletu continued to urge the soldiers to attack.

They were Mongol soldiers in the headquarters of the Manchurians, and under the influence of the harsh military discipline of the Manchurians, although there were casualties, they still rushed towards Chen Ming's left flank position desperately.

In their opinion, the flanks of the Ming army were usually defended by ordinary soldiers, and they have always been synonymous with low combat effectiveness. Rush over and shoot a round or two of arrows, and these cowardly Ming troops will scatter in a hurry.

After disrupting the formation of the Ming army, riding a horse to follow the attack, and slashing at the back of the Ming soldier, it became as easy as chopping melons and vegetables.

"Second row, third row, salvo!"

After watching more Mongolian soldiers rush towards his position, Chen Ming was very excited, but he still calmly gave the order to fire a salvo.

This time there were more muskets fired in a salvo, reaching about 700, so the power was much greater than the previous one.

Nearly 300 Mongolian cavalry lost their lives in front of this round of volleys, and the horses that were hit by iron bullets also screamed and ran away from the position of the Laizhou army.

Hadan Batel and Ge Ri Letu, who were brave and brave, also rushed together in the direction of the position of the Laizhou army. The Mongols have a habit of respecting warriors and strength, and even Taiji needs to show his strength in front of his warriors.

Therefore, as the two of Taiji, when they encounter a soft persimmon like the Ming army, they must rush up to pinch it.

As for the muskets, haven't these Ming troops already let go of two rounds. If they want to reload, it must be too late, as long as they rush forward, they will win with one slash.

But they miscalculated! Old experience kills people! After Wang Rui's Laizhou Army was born, it became the nemesis of these "old drivers" full of Tatars!

"Boom!" The smoke from the previous round of muskets had not yet dissipated, and it was only two breaths of effort, when the other three platoons of Chen Mingzuo's military camp fired another volley.

Hadanbatel's horse was frightened, and he hurriedly subconsciously crouched on his horse. Then, he had the privilege of witnessing the tragic moment of the musket headshot.

Griletu, who was only a horse away from him, suddenly opened a bloody hole the size of a child's fist on his round fat head without warning.

When the bullet filled with yellow powder exploded, it caused a huge penetrating wound on Gřiletu's head, causing the entire back of his head to disappear in an instant. The skeletal muscles in the skull and the brain tissue in the cranial cavity were also crushed to pieces.

The blood-red, white-viscous liquid splattered in the north wind, and the brains were also mixed with blood splattered in all directions, and Griletu's sturdy body fell to the ground with a clatter.

The stench of blood and brains splattered over a wide area, splashing Hadan Battle's face and body, which had been separated by a horse.

If the first two rounds of salvos killed only those lowly minions, this time it was Tai Ji of the same status as him who was killed.

On this battlefield of blood and fire, death is not far from anyone!

"Master! Come on! One of his cronies rushed to Hadanbaatle's flank, turned his horse's head, and the two ran back and forth in a stabbing stab.

As soon as the two of them turned around, they only heard behind them, and a salvo of "boom" rang out again.

"Run, run!"

As soon as Hadan Baatar fled, the other Mongol soldiers suddenly came to their senses: the master had all run away, and who would stupidly rush forward to die.

They just followed Manchu Taijun to kill people and set fire to the Great Wall, grab food, money, and women, but they didn't come to fight and die.

The Mongolian soldiers of this era were not only beaten by Ou Haihui by the two generations of heroes at the founding of the Ming Dynasty, but also by the later Qi Shaobao from time to time. In addition, after being brutally slaughtered by the later Manchu captives, he has long lost the bloodiness of Genghis Khan.

As soon as they heard someone shouting to run, everyone turned their horses and fled.

The Mongol soldiers who attacked Li Zhenghao's right flank were actually the same as the Tatar soldiers on the left flank!

After being hit by four uninterrupted volleys, he left behind hundreds of corpses and dead horses, and fled in disgrace.

However, it was precisely because they fled early that the people who finally saved their lives and ran back were basically Mongol Tatar soldiers who attacked the left and right flanks of the Laizhou army.

These Mongolian soldiers on the left and right flanks began to flee like a low tide, and Wang Rui, who was looking at the entire battlefield through a telescope, finally put his mind at ease.

God pity! The first battle against the Manchurian is finally victorious!

What the hell is invincible? I'll fuck him Yan Lao Dog Eighteen Ancestors! Phew!

That's right! Lao Tzu also has mortars. Give his mother a platoon shot! Wang Rui came back to his senses suddenly.

Victory is in hand, there is no need to hide it. Shoot Lao Tzu!

"Order the artillery battalion to open fire with all your might! Don't skimp on shells! Wang Rui decisively issued a military order.

The sound of mortars "chirping" sounded continuously, and the raindrops of shells passed over the heads of the soldiers of the Laizhou Army, as if chasing the fleeing devil soldiers with long eyes.

"Boom!" "Boom!" Numerous mortar shells exploded in the dense Mongol crew.

Pieces of iron with powerful kinetic energy flew in all directions, burrowing into the bodies of the Tartars and warhorses. Some were even swept into the sky by the blast of the air.

This round of shelling undoubtedly broke the courage of these captive Tartar soldiers, and also dashed the remaining hope of Unag.

"Immortal heaven! Have you forsaken your people? Unag was so angry at today's fiasco that his eyes were blood-red and he howled out in grief.

"Master! Run! The Han people said well, stay in the green mountains, and you are not afraid of no firewood! Unag's confidant, Bayarajchilan, hurriedly explained.

The battlefield situation is urgent! He didn't care whether Unag wanted it or not, he pulled the reins of his horse and ran back.

I have to say that no matter how well trained you are in peacetime, there is no actual combat that can temper and experience the army. The artillery of the Laizhou Army is an example of this, and when the preloaded shells are fired, they look a little chaotic when they are reloaded.

Fortunately, however, under the shouting and scolding of equally excited and nervous officers at all levels, a new round of shelling began, killing more Mongol Tatars on the way to escape.

"Chief Soup! It's too much fun to play this time! Look at this cannon, it will blow up all these captives! One of the captains beside Tang Xiaoxian was flushed with excitement and kept shouting in his ear.

"! What are you excited about, kid? Our cavalry battalion is sitting on a cold bench, are you so happy? If you shout again, Lao Tzu will punish you for pouring toilets for a month for the people in the battalion headquarters! Mr. Tang Xiao gave him an angry look.

"It's the toilet again, is there anything new?" The captain muttered to himself.