The flintlock pistol was already more than twice as fast as the original arquebus. This, combined with the increased efficiency of gunpowder combustion, led to a longer range of the musket, making the musket more efficient than the original arquebus.

In addition, Jiang Jiajun changed the traditional three-stage shooting of muskets to a four-stage shooting with a higher frequency of shooting, so that the gunfire on the battlefield was almost continuous.

The continuous gunfire brought about the fierce cavalry of the Dashun Army, which was constantly falling to the ground.

After four rounds of fire from each of the 1,000 musketeers, there were basically no enemies still on horseback in front of them, only many ownerless horses sniffing at the corpse of their master with their heads bowed, as if hoping that their master would get up again and continue the fight.

Most of the soldiers of the Dashun Army were already dead lying on the ground, and those who were not dead were also wailing and moaning weakly, waiting for death to come at the last moment.

There were also many wounded and undead horses lying on the ground, staring helplessly at the clear blue sky with big eyes open, and a wail came out of their mouths.

The Dashun army on Hao Shaoqi's side was completely annihilated, and the Dashun army on the side of the impact grenadiers suffered the same nightmare.

What they thought was a soft persimmon brought them the biggest nightmare of this life.

The grim-faced grenadiers exploded at the small black bombs they dropped, and the fragments shattered by the force of gunpowder flew irregularly in all directions, and the bodies of those they touched burst out of blood.

The loud sound of the bomb explosion frightened the horses of the cavalry of the Dashun Army, and the white smoke from the explosions made people and the horses become headless flies and could not see clearly, the war horses screamed and crashed in all directions, and the people on the horses were shouting in panic, and chaos arose.

As they were in disarray, more black bombs fell on them, each booming sound that took several lives and exacerbated their confusion.

Under the tremendous lethality and deterrence brought about by scientific and technological progress, the last vestiges of courage of the cavalry of the Dashun Army were blown away. All they left was panic, screaming and helplessness.

But the little black bomb kept falling into them as if it were endless, and kept exploding, and kept bringing death.

The entire battlefield was completely enveloped in white smoke from the explosion, and the mournful screams and moans that came from inside from time to time gave people the illusion that this was a hellish Shura.

I don't know how long it took, but no more bombs fell, and the white smoke gradually dispersed, and the screams and moans became less and less, and became smaller and smaller.

When the smoke cleared completely, only a corpse of various shapes but faces still had a look of fear and helplessness, many of which were even mutilated.

Bai Shan and Shanjia, who were standing on the wall, looked at all this in the clairglass mirror, and their expressions were a little dignified.

They did not lament the destruction of their enemies.

As a soldier, as a soldier, since you are on the battlefield, you must be mentally prepared to die at any time from the moment you go to the battlefield.

What struck them was the sheer lethality of these firearms.

In the previous battles with the Manchu Tartars, in fact, the musketeers and grenadiers were not very useful. And at that time, the power and range of firearms were not as sharp as they are today.

Today is basically the first time that the upgraded musketeers and grenadiers have been used in the head-to-head duel in the field, and such a terrifying result has been achieved, which makes Bai Shan and Shanjia can't help but think of the prophecy that Jiang Chuan told them before that firearms will completely replace cold weapons.

In this way, the lord is really prescient!

The two glanced at each other, tacitly, and both saw the shock and solemnity in each other's eyes.

"Lao Bai, it's time for your people to clean up the battlefield. According to the order of the lord, my forward army and General Di Qing's left army should strike while the iron is hot and advance to Tianjin Wei. ”

Shanjia said to Bai Shan.

Bai Shan nodded: "I wish you a successful start, and Shanhaiguan will be handed over to me." ”

Shanjia nodded, and led his own soldiers down the city.

With the sound of the horn, the vanguard army of the mountain armor and Di Qing's left army began to assemble rapidly.

The right army of Baishan began to divide into small groups and entered the battlefield that had fallen silent, on the one hand, searching for available supplies and intact war horses, and on the other hand, mending the swords to those undead enemies and war horses, so that they could end their suffering as soon as possible.

In the era of cold weapons, there was no such thing as treating the enemy's wounded soldiers. First, it is because of the problem of concept, and second, the medical technology is not developed enough, even if it is rescued, it is difficult to save life.

If nothing else, even a wound infection is a big problem.

Therefore, most of the battle losses in the era of cold weapons were not direct deaths on the battlefield, but deaths caused by wound infection or excessive blood loss caused by underdeveloped medical technology.

With the advent of penicillin and the maturity of blood transfusion technology, the mortality rate caused by wound infection and excessive blood loss on the battlefield has been greatly reduced.

With orderly organization, the battlefield was quickly cleared. The intact weapons and horses were gathered away, and the dead bodies and horses were gathered together.

Broken weapons are also collected separately, and they can be melted down later to be recrafted into weapons, tools, and farm tools.

In a clearing outside Shanhaiguan, the Guanning soldiers were gathered to dig a dozen huge pits to cremate and bury the bodies.

At this time, Bige, the deputy general of the mountain armor who was in ambush outside, also sent someone to send back the news that Hao Shaoqi's 40,000 infantry had been defeated.

Today, I witnessed with my own eyes how the Jiang Jiajun destroyed the 50,000 horses of the Dashun Army and the 40,000 Guanning Army in half a day, and for the first time had an intuitive impression of the Jiang Jiajun's terrifying combat effectiveness.

They had finally begun to face up to the mighty army that had taken over the magpie's nest, and many of them were terrified of their ignorance and senseless anger.

Especially Qi Wentai, the main general, was even more shocked in his heart. He knew that the Jiang family army was strong, but he didn't expect it to be strong to this extent.

What impressed him most about today's battle was not the Jiang Jiajun's strong combat effectiveness, nor their formation on the battlefield, but the Jiang Jiajun's extremely calm temperament no matter what the situation faced.

In the army in front of him, it seems that the words fear and panic cannot be found at all.

He even had a ridiculous feeling: even a soldier of the Jiang family's army would not be afraid or afraid in the face of an enemy attacked by thousands of troops, but would still draw his knife with a cold face and rush forward, killing an enemy or being killed by the enemy.

Turn around and run away? It simply doesn't exist.

He suddenly remembered a sentence: Although there are tens of millions of people, I will go!