As the saying goes, one force will descend ten times, although the mountain pillar has just joined the army, but his strong body like a small mountain, the incomparable great strength, coupled with the heavy mace in his hand, rampaged through the Tartar herd, like a tiger entering the flock, there is no enemy in front of him.

The tartars swept by his mace were either smashed in the head or smashed to pieces, and many people were directly smashed by him with a stick.

Moreover, the armor that Jiang Chuan gave him was a specially thickened three-layer iron armor, so he was not afraid of the Tartar's sneak attack from the back and flank, and the Tartar's scimitar may be good in horse fighting, but it lost the kinetic energy brought by the horse's charge during the foot battle, so it did not cause any damage to the mountain pillar at all.

The five hundred iron-armored swordsmen led by Bai Mu behind the mountain pillar formed a small triangular formation every three people, covering each other, and gradually advancing behind the mountain pillar.

This also allowed the mountain pillar to only face the enemies in front of him, and the enemies in the back and flanks were all taken care of by Bai Mu.

These Tartars were accustomed to horse warfare, and foot warfare was completely disorganized, and they all fought on their own. Moreover, the enemy was heavily armored and shielded, but they only had a scimitar and a sheepskin wrapped, and the protection of the two sides was simply worlds apart, so after the two sides came into contact, the Tartars quickly suffered heavy casualties.

Soon, the Tartars were divided into parts by five hundred ironclad swordsmen, and under the harvest of giant shields, long swords, and maces of mountain pillars, corpses were strewn all over the field, and there were many casualties.

The Tartars have been fighting with the Ming army all these years, and they have long been arrogant, and they all regard themselves as the most elite soldiers in the world.

Unexpectedly, today's sudden battle made them have no temper at all, and they completely lost the strength to fight back on the battlefield, and they could only be slaughtered one by one.

Although there were 5,000 men and horses in the Tartars, they gradually retracted back to the mountain road under the continuous squeeze of the 500 heavily armored swordsmen, and the Tartars that entered the dense forest were all cleared.

Watching his subordinates fall one by one, Tong's heart became colder and colder.

Where the hell did this come from? This kind of equipment, this kind of courage, this kind of tactics turned out to be something he had never seen before.

These people can never be the Ming army, their armor style is very different from the Ming army, the most important thing is that the people who have fought with the Ming army for many years know that the Ming army will never have such an army.

It's terrifying, everything is just right, and they are so brave and good at fighting, the always brave Eight Banners warriors are as powerless as sheep in front of them.

The enemy, who is unprepared with calculations, clearly knows his side very well. But he knows nothing about the enemy, and this unknown enemy is the most terrible.

Watching his subordinates scream and fall down one by one, his face became more and more pale. The Manchurian military system, marching and fighting, each general commanded the children of his own banner.

These children are the foundation of their foothold in Manchukuo, and Tong Yangxing's leadership this time is also the son of his Han army flag with a white flag, and if he doesn't lose a single one, he is losing his foundation.

There is no way forward, and there is no way back, looking at those ironclad enemies who are constantly rushing forward, slamming with shields, stabbing with swords, and cooperating with incomparable tacit understanding, Tong Yangxing suddenly felt that today was not the end of his life.

"My lord, my lord, we still have the cannons in red, boom, boom them!" At this time, a shivering person suddenly got up from the ground and shouted at Tong Yangxing.

"Yes, yes, I still have cannons, cannons in red. If I had died like this today, the red-coated cannon would have been lost, and my wife and children would have become slaves of others. No, I can't die! ”

Tong Yangxing came back to his senses, and suddenly shouted loudly: "Block them, block them, we still have cannons, red-clothed cannons!" “

The remnants of the Tartar soldiers mustered up their courage and roared violently, and rushed towards the ironclad swordsman phalanx that was slowly pressing over, trying to buy time for Tong Yangxing to open fire.

Tong Yangxing rushed back frantically with a hundred personal soldiers, as long as there was an obstacle in front of him, he slashed over regardless of it, and finally stumbled to the red-clothed cannon.

"Come on, come on, prepare to shoot and bombard them for Lao Tzu!" Tong Yangxing brandished his knife and shouted wildly.

The artillerymen, who had been hiding in the woods on both sides at the beginning of the battle, were escorted back by his own soldiers, trembling and began to clear the chambers, reload the explosives and shells, challenge the muzzles, and prepare to open fire.

Ran Wu had been closely observing the battlefield, and he knew his intentions when he saw Tong Yangxing running backwards, so he categorically ordered the phalanx of heavily armored swordsmen to retreat.

With a sharp whistle, the heavily armored swordsmen who had been steadily squeezing the Tartar immediately retreated back into the woods without hesitation.

Only the mountain pillar was a rammer, and his eyes were red, but he still rushed forward regardless of it, and was finally pulled back by Bai Mu with his life.

Although the redcoat cannon looks extremely powerful, the artillery loading in this era is really a very troublesome thing, and even the most skilled artillery can take several minutes to reload.

Not to mention the fact that these Tartar artillerymen who have just completed training and have not yet fought in actual combat, and in this panic, their hands and feet are not as sharp as before.

By the time a few cannons had been loaded, all the heavily armored swordsmen had retreated into the forest and disappeared.

Tong Yangxing was furious and ordered the artillery to bombard the jungle on both sides of the heavily armored swordsman just now.

The five red-coated cannons exploded violently, and the big iron eggs flew out of the barrels and smashed towards the dense forests on both sides, smashing out a rumbling sound.

A large stout tree was hit by a cannonball, snapped off with a clatter, and fell backwards with a bang, making no small noise.

Seeing that the red-coated cannon was so powerful, the remnants of the Tartar soldiers let out a burst of cheers, as if their courage had returned.

Tong Yangxing was also a little relieved, and ordered to continue firing.

The artillerymen were not very skilled, and when they were urged like this, they were a little hurried, and they fired a few more shots, and there was no sound except for smashing a large number of branches and smashing a few large trees.

"My lord, have all the enemies been killed by artillery?" It was the Tartar messenger who spoke, and it was he who reminded Tong to use a cannon.

After saying this, he didn't believe it, and Tong Yangxing obviously didn't believe it, frowning and looking at the woods on both sides without speaking.

Suddenly, a cannon next to him made an earth-shattering loud noise, and half of the cannon barrel flew out horizontally under the powerful impact force, smashing several of Tong Yangxing's personal soldiers in a row, and finally smashed headlong at the Tartar messenger who had just spoken, and a good and decent head flew out when he landed.

Tong Yangxing fortunately dodged quickly, and when he saw that the situation was not good, he rolled on the spot, and the half of the cannon barrel flew over his head and landed heavily on the mountain road next to him.

The Tartar soldiers in front didn't know the situation yet, thinking that the cannon had fired again, and they were still cheering loudly, completely unaware that their Gushan Ezhen's face was already pale and miserable.

Tong Yangxing looked at the disgusting headless corpse next to him, as well as the corpses of several pro-soldiers next to him who were smashed almost in two, and he was very afraid.

This kind of sudden and unwarranted disaster almost killed me.

"What's going on?" Tong Yang, who came back to his senses, scolded the artillerymen with a hideous face.

"My lord, the minion, the minion doesn't know what's going on." The artillerymen also knelt on the ground incoherently with frightened expressions.

"My lord, the slave heard from those craftsmen from the Ming Kingdom that this kind of thing seems to be called an explosive chamber, because the remaining gunpowder in it has not been cleaned up, so it will be exploded."

An older artilleryman replied boldly.

"Then why don't you clean it up?" Tong Yangxing gritted his teeth and said word by word with a black face.

"My lord, we, yes, it was you who urged us to open fire, we ......" The artilleryman was about to cry, and the words that followed looked at Tong Yangxing's black face couldn't say any more, and his body was trembling constantly.

"Dog minion, do you mean it's your fault?" Tong Yangxing roared angrily, the sword light flashed, and the artilleryman's head flew out.

The others trembled with fear when they looked at the dead head, and they lowered their heads and did not dare to say a word more.

killed someone, in addition to a bad breath in his heart, Tong Yangxing ordered the Tartar soldiers to search in the woods.

The Tartars cautiously entered the woods, but did not retaliate as expected. After half a day of searching, Tong Yangxing finally determined that the enemies who ambushed him had all withdrawn.

"Clear the trail and move on." Taking a deep breath, Tong Yangxing ordered categorically.

His task is to escort grain, grass, baggage and red-coated cannons, although he has been attacked, but the task must continue to be completed, otherwise the task will not be completed, even if he dies here, his family will be used as someone else's slave.

The enemy retreated, and the Tartar soldiers finally breathed a sigh of relief and cleaned up the corpses of their comrades and horses piled up on the mountain road, and the mountain road was finally open again.

After a rough count, there are less than 3,000 of Tong's 5,000 people left, and many of these people are still injured.

And many of the people ran away and disappeared, which made Tong Yangxing even more annoyed, but there was no time to send people to search for those people at this moment, so he had to order the soldiers to push the cart and drag the cannon to continue to move forward.

And he was careful this time, and specially sent men and horses to search the woods on both sides of the mountain road a mile ahead.

Fortunately, no one was found ambushing in the woods, which made Tong Yangxing very relieved.

The only way to get out of this mountain road is the flat wilderness.

On the plains, that's where our Manchurian warriors gallop across the world, and there is no need to worry about those shameless ambushes.

After walking slowly for an hour, he finally saw the light at the mountain pass, and Tong Yang breathed a deep sigh of relief.

What he didn't know was that at this moment, outside the valley, there was an army of iron horsemen waiting for him.