Turg made a final effort and grabbed Zhao Xiaosi's bayonet with an uninjured hand.

But Zhao Xiaosi's angry blow could not be blocked with one hand, and the bayonet only slowed down and still stabbed Turg in the chest.

The sharp bayonet pierced the three layers of armor on Turg's body, piercing his body. At the last moment, Turg roared in anger and used his injured arm to stop the bayonet that had pierced his heart.

"Mud! You have to die, your whole family will be slaughtered by the Jurchen warriors, you Han people are born slaves, and you should be ruled by the Jurchens! ......" the bayonet had pierced Turg's body, and the blood stained half of his body, but he continued to threaten.

"Ahh Jiannu! Go to hell! You can't kill thousands of Han people, you will eventually be wiped out by the Han people! Zhao Xiaosi roared and stabbed the bayonet into Turge's body.

As the bayonet deepened, Turg's strength gradually decreased, and he finally gave up resistance. The bayonet pierced Turg's body and crucified him to the ground.

At this moment, the Jurchen armor soldiers on the battlefield have been killed by the Changxing army, and there are only a dozen people left to resist stubbornly.

Zhao Xiaosi dropped the firearm in his hand and ran to the side of the well. Turg's broadsword had pierced the well, and the well's mouth was bleeding and he had already died.

But there was no pain on the well's face, and there was still a smile on his lips. The widow who had been drinking with him last night died in front of his eyes.

"Kill! Kill all the slaves! Zhao Xiaosi roared angrily and rushed towards the Jurchen armor soldiers.

Just as Zhao Xiaosi was leaving, "Boom! A cannon rang out in the distance. Zhao Xiaosi, who had just left, was stunned, listening to the sound of the cannon was not like the direction of Fuzhou City, but from the Jurchen camp.

Just as he was wondering, the cannonball struck him ten paces away with a whistling sound. The cannonball smashed on the ground, sending up a puff of smoke and dust, and then jumped and rolled into the distance.

The Jurchens shelled? Zhao Xiaosi hurriedly turned his head to look in the direction of the Jurchen camp, only to see dozens of cannons lined up in front of the camp.

Many gunners were constantly busy, and in the smoke of gunpowder, shells came continuously.

Not good! The Jurchens shelled themselves, and they didn't care about the dozen or so companions at all, and began shelling the positions of the Changxing army.

The men who were fighting were stunned when they heard the sound of the cannonball, and then the shells fell near them. The Jurchen armor soldiers, who were still fighting with their knives, suddenly turned their heads into a blood mist.

The headless corpse took several rounds of knives before falling, and the shell did not stop, continuing to move forward, shattering a member of the death squad and rolling on the ground.

The rolling cannonballs swept away the legs of the Changxing soldiers before rolling down into the trenches. For a while, dust rose and shells flew wildly.

"Retreat! Retreat into the trenches, quick! Zhao Xiaosi didn't have time to clean up the corpse of the dead robe, and loudly ordered the soldiers to retreat to the trench.

When the Changxing army received the order, they all turned around and jumped off the trench. The remaining armor soldiers also tried to jump down, but the Changxing army, which returned to the trench, knocked them to the ground with a burst of fire in the trench.

Zhao Xiaosi quietly showed his head and braved the artillery fire to take a look. There were almost more than 50 artillery pieces in front of the Jurchen formation, and although the salvo of so many artillery pieces had limited damage to the trenches, it also made the Changxing army unable to raise its head.

Huang Taiji rode on his horse and did not stop shelling when he saw the defeat of Turg. Instead, he waved his hand and said, "Send someone up again!" ”

Suddenly, two more Han Army Banner Niu Lu and one Zheng Bai Qi Niu Lu braved the artillery fire to kill, and they advanced with their cats, for fear that the artillery behind them would hit their heads.

Zhao Xiaosi saw that the Jurchens had been killed, and looked back at his own people. More than 800 people were killed in the battle just now, and more than 100 people were injured.

If in close combat, the Jurchens shelled again, their thousand-man team would be in danger.

"Withdraw! Retreat to the second trench! Zhao Xiaosi gave an order, and the Changxing army moved. With the wounded and artillery, they retreated from the trench to the second trench.

Huang Taiji did not stop the shelling until his armor soldiers approached the trench, although the shelling at such a close distance accidentally injured dozens of Han army flags, but the success of taking the first trench, these little efforts are still very worthwhile.

"Lord Belle is really like a god! Use artillery to suppress mud, and then surprise attack, it is really the art of war, today's battle will definitely go down in history, forever! Jilharang complimented.

Huang Taiji waved his hand and smiled: "Little Doyle! Nothing to speak of! Nothing to speak of! The generals around him came up together and slapped their ass, and Huang Taiji was a little complacent when he heard it.

Zhao Xiaosi, who retreated to the second trench, immediately reported the Jurchens' tactics and asked them to rack the Franc machine on the traffic trench.

The long and straight communication trenches were a sharp weapon to stop the enemy, and the corpses of the Zhenglan Banner soldiers of Mang Gurtai once covered another communication trench.

Zhang Dou was slightly stunned when he learned about Huang Taiji's tactics, and then laughed. Huang Taiji is not a hero who can make the Jurchens strong, and he has come up with infantry and artillery coordination based on his own guesses.

However, the landing point of artillery in this era is not accurate, and accidental injuries are inevitable. It's okay to not care about casualties once in a while, but if you put your life on the luck of the gunner every time, the soldier in charge of the attack will have to rebel.

Huang Taiji actually brought so many artillery pieces to Fuzhou, and it seemed that he came for his own guns.

Since Huang Taiji wants to compete with artillery, he can't let him down.

"Liu Xitian! Jiannu's artillery will be handed over to you. At the second trench, Ben Shuai doesn't want to see Jiannu shelling our position! Zhang Dou ordered.

"Order!" Liu Xitian agreed, and went down to prepare. In this battle of Fuzhou, except for attacking the Fuzhou City artillery team, there was no place for it at all.

Mang Gurtai's destruction of the road made Liu Xitian so angry that he vomited blood. In order to transport the artillery to Fuzhou, many artillerymen were so tired that they vomited blood.

Now that it is finally their turn to play, Liu Xitian is very excited. Jiannu's dozens of artillery pieces were not taken seriously by him at all, and those clumsy jack Franc machines were slag compared to the 12-pounder annealing guns.

Huang Taiji's armored soldiers advanced to the first trench and found the traffic trench, and the straight distance of 100 steps made many people tremble.

They can all think of it, once exposed inside the passage. Whether it is the guns or artillery of the Changxing Army, it will be able to kill those who enter the passage in pieces, and it will be a road paved with bones.

Jilharang tentatively sent a hundred Han army banners to attack once, and the fire guns on the opposite side fired a volley. After only a few rounds of killing the Han army flag sent out in the passage, Jierharang had no choice but to ask Huang Taiji to attack the trenches of the Changxing army with artillery again.

It's better to attack from the ground than to get beaten in the passage and not be able to fight back!