Seeing Nurhachi's banner falling, a burst of cheers erupted in the Changxing army.

"The old slave is dead, the old slave is killed!" The soldiers cheered loudly, as if they wanted to vent all the humiliation they had suffered over the past few years.

Over the years, they have been bullied by Jiannu miserably, and it is common for them to lose their cities and land every time they are invincible. The annihilation of the whole army happened from time to time, and the myth of the Jurchen's invincibility was their most incompetent.

Now that the Changxing Army hit the old slave's Daxu banner with one cannon, then the old slave under it is very likely to be killed.

At the thought of this possibility, all the Ming troops were as impulsive as if they had been beaten with chicken blood.

It was the Changxing Army's 9-pounder marching guns, which were mounted on gun carriages with two large wheels and could be towed by only two horses, hitting the small heights of the slope.

Not only is it very easy to move, but when firing, you only need to remove the gun and fix the gun mount in the ground to fire.

Each time the cannon was fired, it would retreat along the track onto the gun carriage with the slope away, reach its highest point and return to its original position under the action of gravity.

This is the most primitive annealed gun, and due to the difficulty of making tracks, only three have been built on Changsheng Island so far.

As soon as he arrived at the battlefield this time, Ma Bao saw the Nurhachi Daxu Banner three miles away from the clairvoyant mirror, and after some adjustment by the gunner, a shell came out of his disembowel.

The shell hit very accurately and directly hit the Daxu flag. The excited Ma Bao shouted loudly, "Liu Xitian! If you have you, shoot three more shots at the dirt slope and high ground! ”

The three 9-pounder guns roared in the shortest possible time and fired a series of shells into the dirt slope heights.

Nurhachi was very angry by the sudden appearance of the Ming army, and had a premonition that his trip to Quang Ninh would be in vain.

He walked back and forth on the dirt slopes, and from time to time he used a clairvoyant mirror to observe the situation on the battlefield. When he saw that the addition of Huang Taiji slowed down the momentum of the Ming army's breakthrough, he couldn't help but nodded.

And the eighteen-year-old Azig even stopped the Ming army who came to help, and it was only at this moment that a smile appeared on his face.

As long as the two Ming armies are not allowed to converge, there will be another half an hour to wait until the physical strength of the besieged Ming army is exhausted, which is the time for the Jurchens to harvest.

Without the encircled Ming army, tens of thousands of troops would have no trouble dealing with the Ming army with less than 10,000 people.

He was triumphant when a whistling sound rang in his ears.

There was artillery firing at him, and Nurhachi reacted immediately. After countless battles with the Ming army, Nurhachi formed a conditioned reflex.

He hurriedly jumped off his horse and lay on the ground with a roll. The cannonball hit his banner impartially, and the scattered wood chips and gravel became a ubiquitous killer.

His guards and the generals around him were knocked down in an instant, and the Great Banner also fell.

"Protect the Khan!" A shout woke up all the Jurchens, and they frantically pounced on Nurhachi, who was lying on the ground.

Nurhachi, who was just about to get up, was instantly overwhelmed by three people, and then several people pounced on Nurhachi's body.

Nurhachi, who was in his sixties, had already rolled his eyes when he was pressed against him by three people, and he fainted immediately when he was pressed by several people.

At this time, the second round of artillery bombardment of the Changxing army arrived, and a succession of shells hit the dirt slope high ground. People were constantly beaten into a blood mist, and for a time the soil slope heights became a purgatory on earth.

Seeing the fall of the Daxu Banner, the Jurchen armor soldiers no longer had the intention of attacking the Ming army. They moved closer to the Tupo Heights, and Huang Taiji, Abatai, and Azigeqiqi stopped their attack on the Ming army, and they led their men and horses to begin to reinforce.

Someone was much faster than them, and Zhang Dou rode on a tall Andalusian horse, wielding the iconic mace in his hand, and led nearly a thousand cavalry to the dirt slope heights.

Since defeating Zu Dashou and scaring away Bao Cheng, Zhang Dou has led a team of nearly 10,000 to Yangping Bridge.

Along the way, he sent Ye Bushu to fight fiercely with the Jurchen Tanma several times, and each time it was a great victory for the Changxing army.

The reason is that the Changxing army is not collected at night, and each person is equipped with two short guns, and when they get close to the enemy, they will shoot at least two guns first.

Although the riding bow used by the Jurchens to explore horses had a longer range than the short firecracker, the short riding bow had no way to take the plate armor of the Changxing army.

The Jurchens thought they had a chance to win, and they didn't send many scouts. I didn't even know that Zhang Dou was approaching, looking at the Ming army who was surrounded in a small area.

Zhang Dou made a surprise attack of the whole army to rescue the besieged Ming army, and he himself led the cavalry of the Changxing army and the cavalry in the Ming army to form a beheading team of 800 people.

Their goal is clear: Nurhachi. As long as the Jurchen Khan King is killed, the Jurchens will definitely fight for the Khan throne.

This will provide valuable time for the development of Changsheng Island, and the siege of Quang Ninh will be easily resolved.

So after seeing Nurhachi's banner knocked down, Zhang Dou led the cavalry to rush to the Tupo Heights at full speed.

When Huang Taiji and Abatai saw a general in gold armor rushing to the dirt slope first, their hearts hung in the air.

Seeing the sun and moon banner behind Zhang Dou, they could no longer care about the Ming army behind them. Constantly urging the soldiers to rush to the high ground of the slope, the soldiers saw that the Ming army had attacked the king of Khan and ran back desperately.

Zhang Dou took the lead in rushing to the high ground of the dirt slope, and all the enemies in front of him were smashed away by him. When he rushed up the dirt slope, he saw a group of men and horses fleeing northward, and this group of men and horses fled in such a hurry that they did not even have time to clean up the broken banners on the ground.

"Old slave! Where to run! He led the decapitator team in pursuit of the fleeing team. There were only about two dozen people in this team, and they rode away desperately on their horses one by one.

Zhang Dou quickly caught up with the speed of the Andalusian war horse, and suddenly fled, and four people in the team rushed towards Zhang Dou.

Zhang Dou, who was riding on the horse, hung the mace on the horse, took out the handcuffs from both sides of the war horse and pointed them at the rushing vest.

The two vests fell in response, and the remaining two vests did not hesitate at all, and still rushed towards Zhang Dou.

Zhang Dou picked up his mace and smashed it at a vest, and this vest did not dodge, but stabbed the spear in his hand at Zhang Dou.

Zhang Dou twisted his body on the horse to dodge the shot, but the mace in his hand smashed firmly into the body of the vest.

The huge force smashed the whole person of the vest into the air, and he died before he landed on the ground.

Another vest arrived, and he swung his steel knife and slashed at Zhang Dou's neck. Zhang Dou just used the small round shield in his left hand to block it, and he held the steel knife of the vest.

The second horse screamed wrongly, and the Jurchen horse armor watched Zhang Dou rush past him but had no choice. What was waiting for him was the ruthless cavalry of the Changxing army, and as soon as this man turned his horse's head, he was pierced by the cavalry spear that followed behind him and fell off his horse.

"Old slave! You can't escape! ”