The Tatar cavalry arrived as promised, and the coping strategies laid out in the swamp worked as promised.

Many Tatar cavalrymen found that damn bauble in the grass and in the swamps. Sometimes it is a horse's leg that suddenly limps while riding through a swamp; Sometimes they are pulled by barbed wire and fall to the ground while running through the grass; Some people even fell miserably on the spikes and lost their lives.

Of course, the Tatars were not without gain. At the very least, the large amount of iron thrown out by Qin Cang told Mengus that there was really no shortage of iron in Chizhou, and the blacksmiths were very skilled. And the spikes also became a weapon in the Tatar collection. They wrapped the handle with cloth, and the woolen thread was wound and tied tightly, so that it became a short sword.

In April, the swamp heat began to permeate, and the arrival of the dry season greatly reduced the amount of rainfall, but it was precisely because of this that the sea began to pour in, and eventually a diffuse swamp dune was formed here.

It doesn't rain, and nearly 15,000 people present need water. However, the lakes containing fresh water were under the control of the Han Chinese, and the Tatars had to find their own water elsewhere, which led to fierce conflicts with the local Tatar tribes.

The water source of the Crimean Mountains is not something that anyone can grab if they want to.

Mengus wasn't in a good mood right now, knowing that he had come with the goal of completely defeating the little bastard of Chizhou. However, now they are trapped in the swamp, which is a great blow to Mengus's prestige.

"No matter what, we must defeat the bastards of Chizhou! I will not allow those bastards to live arrogantly in front of me! "Mengus made his final declaration in the Great Tent.

Now the Tatars can only sit and fall asleep in the swamps hundreds of meters away, and see the Han people walking around the far wall. Compared with the complete logistics system of the Han people, the primitive logistics capabilities of the Tatars are simply vulnerable.

Because of the mosquitoes in the swamps, the Tatars have fallen in the hundreds, while the Han Chinese have less than a tenth of their number.

Mengus was decided to attack.

Mengus forcibly ordered the Tatars to throw their sleeping blankets, blankets, and the materials for building their tents into the swamp, where they carved a path made of precious furs. And he promised that when he plundered Chizhou, he would let the Tatars plunder those valuable goods such as iron tools and blacksmiths at will.

Closer, closer!

The pikemen and musketeers behind the breastwork raised their weapons!

"Artillery in position!" The herald shouted! The gunners hurriedly ran into position, adjusted their two-pounder guns, and the muzzles began to be pointed at the enemy.

"400 meters, 200 meters, here they come!"

"Cannon !!"

The two-pounder cannon roared! Smoke rises from the muzzle of the black hole! Solid shells flew towards the hateful enemy, and this horrible thing kept tumbling and tumbling after hitting people! Knock a whole bunch of cavalry to the ground!

The horses neighed and feared! It's a horror they've never seen before! It's a terrifying sound they've never heard before! They jumped and threw their owners on their backs to the ground! Some of the horses stepped on the thistle, so it crashed around in pain, messing up the whole formation!

The Tatars are in chaos!

The thousands of Tatars who attacked in the first wave were just messing around in front of the formation, completely overwhelmed! The musketeers are coming, and when they stand still, they turn their guns on the enemy!

"Fire!!"

The drummers beat the drums as it enters the firing time! The musketeers in the first row pulled the trigger! At a distance of less than 200 meters, the Tatars were like live targets, beaten into a sieve by flying lead bullets!

"Run! Come on! "The later Tatars immediately mounted their horses and ran to the rear!

They were defeated! Defeated without even seeing the enemy!

The rumbling artillery in the rear is still ringing, and the dense escape team in the escape allows them to taste the power of artillery!

"All artillery stop firing! Repeat, stop shooting! ”

The camp of the Han army was full of cheers!

The morale that had been low before the battle finally recovered, and Chen Hanlin looked at his army with satisfaction, these troops who had traveled long distances showed combat effectiveness that surprised Qin Cang very much in the first battle! Accurate artillery, a constant line of guns, and pikemen behind the breastwork that is always entrenched, and sword and shield men who are always ready to support! Qin Cang was very satisfied, this was the army he wanted!

"You all eat dry food? Are they all stealing sheep after someone else? Can't even climb that wall? "Mengus is thundering in the tent! Such a shameful defeat was unacceptable to him! If he fails like this, where will he put his face? Where is Harachi's face?

No sooner had the failed attack of the morning passed, and the Tatar cavalry appeared again in the far end of sight! This time, the Warlord standing behind them will never let them come back alive! So they attacked again, and the corpses of the men and horses that had been left behind in the morning were still there, so they stepped on these corpses, on the shoulders of their former comrades!

Strange cries rang out in the Tatar ranks. It's their battle cry!

"It's coming! Steady! ”

Chinese-style pikemen sat in rows behind the breastwork with crowns of phoenix wings, their spears pointed diagonally upwards at forty-five degrees to the distant enemy. Three rows of musketeers gathered behind the breastwork with loaded arquebuses.

"Ready! Artillery fire! ”

"Musketeers! Salvo!! ”

The arquebuses in the hands of these musketeers were by no means inferior products of their Western European contemporaries. In a way, these arquebuses are the best in their class. It is estimated that it is more than a hundred years ahead of the times.

Continuous smoke rose on the battlefield, bringing great disaster to this green swamp.

But perhaps the blood shed by the Tatars will make the aquatic plants here more nourishing!

"I ..... I'm going home! "The Tatar riders, who could not withstand the disaster, soon broke down again! They were originally the most ordinary herdsmen on the steppe, and perhaps the experience of war would make them look like soldiers, but that in no way meant that they were really soldiers.

They play a peculiar character of the steppe peoples. Seeing that the situation is not good, the wind is tight!

This is a natural skill learned by the steppe people in order to avoid disasters. But now, will Mengus make them better?

No, it won't.

The Overseer's bows and knives take pride in slashing and piercing the heads of those who flee with ease.