Liu Xitian and his gunners encountered obstacles when they crossed the pile of corpses, and the corpses lay on the ground.

The foot soldiers could walk through with their legs raised, and their group of hard-pressed artillerymen were dumbfounded. The corpses had to be removed one by one before the artillery could be pushed forward.

As soon as Liu Xitian saw the evil smile on the face of the foot soldier passing by him, he was angry, and he wasted his tall strength to clear a road that could be passed.

By the time he arrived, the battle had already begun, and the foot soldiers had already occupied the front of the battlefield, and the hard-pressed Liu Xitian could only push the artillery to both sides of the ranks.

The Japanese gunners suffered heavy casualties, but they did not dare to retreat. Behind them were samurai with swords in their hands, and anyone who took a step back would be immediately beheaded.

They could only rush to the mouth of the Ming people and be killed on the spot, their death was not useless, the Japanese array that had been beaten at more than sixty paces was slowly approaching.

From more than sixty paces to sixty paces, little by little, to sixty paces, and then little by little to fifty paces. If the Japanese advance some of their big bows, the Changxing Army's musketeers will shoot under the rain of arrows, and the casualties will definitely increase greatly.

The outnumbered Japanese also surrounded them on both sides, and although they were constantly killed on the way forward, it still gave Zhang Dou a headache.

If the Japanese reach 50 paces, even if they can win, they will suffer heavy casualties, and if they reach 30 paces, they can only let the spear and shield soldiers go on top, and then the sword and shield men will use all their strength to break the enemy with grenades.

Liu Xitian finally pushed the cannon to the sides of the team, and an arrow swooped down on his helmet.

Fortunately, the helmet produced by the Changsheng Island workshop was excellent, and the arrow only left a little mark on it without injury.

This arrow made Liu Xitian's whole body instantly cold, and the sweat that came out of pushing the cannon disappeared. Their artillerymen pushed the guns hard, and just now they threw their cuirasses and uniforms onto the gun carriages.

If it weren't for the Changxing Army's regulations that he must wear a helmet as long as it is wartime, he would have died in Huangquan by this time.

Liu Xitian, who was shocked and angry, immediately shouted: "Hurry up and fire!" Beat the pirates and the dogs! The arrow almost killed him, and he took out his anger on the widows.

Twenty or so three-pounder guns fired a round of shells at the Japanese at a distance of fifty paces, and a distance of fifty paces was no different from firing at the enemy's head.

Dense buckshot swept through the line of the Japanese people, and the uneven formation, which had been beaten by the firecrackers, was like someone had bitten it, and the gap was so large.

The offensive of the Japanese people suddenly stalled, and the firecrackers of the Changxing army took advantage of the victory and opened fire, and the Japanese people were defeated and retreated, and there was no longer the indomitable momentum just now.

Liu Xitian's round of artillery bombardment was too hard, and such a close distance almost maximized the performance of the artillery.

Each shot of lead bullet could pierce the bodies of three or four Wajin, and many of the samurai who hid in the ashigaru were killed.

Some of the Japanese who were hit by multiple buckshot bullets were directly torn apart, and even the bravest Japanese people would be stunned by the scene in front of them.

They were already frightened by the Akito, and they were finally able to reach the distance where the big bow could shoot, and the fine armor on the Akito's body was able to block most of the attacks.

This feeling of not being able to fight back by just being beaten oppresses the nerves of every Japanese person, like a bow that has been stretched to the limit, and it only takes a little more force to break the bow.

Liu Xitian's gunners were the last straw that broke Luo Tuo's back, and when a frightened Japanese man turned around and fled, the samurai could no longer suppress Ashigaru.

Despite their murderous might, the surging crowd embraced them and retreated. With the first team to retreat, the remaining Wajin Ashigaru also retreated.

Shimazu Nakayoko's face twisted as he played the drum behind him, and he could see it very clearly from the tall car.

They had approached within fifty paces of the Ming, and the return fire of the archers had already killed and injured many of the Mingmen.

As long as he holds on for a while, even if it is only for a quarter of an hour, he can make the samurai armed with bamboo spears and swords rush up to hand-to-hand combat.

As long as you get close to the Ming people, even if you use human life, you can pile the Ming people to death. But what surprised him happened, just one round of shelling made his ashigaru retreat.

This shelling did not kill as many people as the Akito gunners, so why couldn't those lowly ashigaru hold on any longer.

"The last 200 people to withdraw were beheaded!" Shimazu Nakayoshi squeezed this sentence out between his teeth, if it weren't for the fact that now was the time when Ashigaru needed to help, he would have wanted to kill all the retreating Ashigaru.

Two hundred human heads were hung on the tall vehicles, and the bloody heads made the ashigaru people feel sad about the death of rabbits and foxes.

Just now, they had used all their strength, and they didn't take a step back against the fire of the Ming people. The overwhelming bombardment of artillery is simply not something that people can resist, and even retreating is not their fault.

When Shimazu Nakayoko gave the order to attack again, the ashigaru people did not have the enthusiasm to attack just now. They walked forward slowly, and for a quarter of an hour they didn't reach the distance of a hundred paces of the Akito.

Liu Xitian did not let the artillerymen take out the cuirass and put it on until the Japanese retreated, and the shelling under the rain of arrows just now killed three artillerymen and wounded more than a dozen people.

These artillerymen are Liu Xitian's heart, and any injury will make him feel distressed for a long time. Liu Xitian blamed himself for the casualties caused by not wearing armor, and when the Japanese retreated, he immediately ordered the artillerymen to wear their cuirasses.

Looking at the Japanese people who attacked again, Liu Xitian asked the gunners to shoot alternately in two batches.

When the Japanese entered the hundred steps again, the Changxing army fired the fire gun in their hands, which was pitiful for the low hit rate at this distance, but it was still lethal to the unarmored Japanese people. Liu Xitian did not dare to show weakness and commanded the gunners to conduct the first round of shooting.

The moment the cannon sounded, the Japanese were obviously in confusion, and the lead bullets fired in an instant caused the Japanese to pause for a moment before attacking again.

Liu Xitian pointed to the left side of the large array with his hand and shouted, "Attack there!" The gunners immediately turned the muzzle of the gun in the direction he was pointing.

The Japanese in that direction saw that the Akito was aiming the muzzle of the cannon at him, and hurriedly dodged to the left and right, and the originally neat team was instantly chaotic.

"Nope! No! No! There are too few people there, so let's play on the right! Liu Xitian changed his mind in an instant, and the gunners began to adjust the muzzle of the cannon again to aim the cannon at the right side of the Japanese people.

Originally, the Japanese ashigaru on the right was still glad that he had escaped the artillery bombardment, but in the blink of an eye, he saw that the Akito aimed the muzzle of the cannon at him.

Honesty is the most basic criterion of life, and Ming people are too untrustworthy. Why did you change your mind when you said that you were going to hit the left? The Uchito Ashigaru on the right also panicked, and many of them moved back slightly, ready to flee at any moment.

"Nope! No! No! Let's play in the middle! It seems that it is easier to fight the Japanese people there! ”