Cao Zhenyan buried his head very low, so low that he couldn't see his head at all from the front guard of the shield car, the guard of the shield car was reinforced, made of pine wood five inches thick, and covered with a layer of cowhide soaked with water, even so, Cao Zhenyan was still not at ease, and added an iron plate snatched from a blacksmith shop in an unknown village to the inner layer of the guard.

In this way, it is theoretically impossible for this shield cart to be pierced by bullets and arrows, and it is not close to a distance of a few feet, and the people hiding behind it are safe, even a bed crossbow cannot penetrate it.

But Cao Zhenyan's heart is still very worried, hanging like the execution ground can't fall to the ground, he is actually not afraid of death, but being killed by the cannon from afar, but he is too aggrieved.

The scene of the large iron bullets that were surging just now flying past and hitting the Mongolian cavalry group had already planted roots in his heart, and he knew very well that even if he replaced the shield cart in his hand with iron, it would not be able to resist the bombardment of the shells.

"Accelerate! Hurry, hurry! Cao Zhenyan roared, pushing the backs of the soldiers in front of him with his shoulders to help the shield cart move faster: "If the cannon can't hit the moving target, the faster the chance of survival!" If you don't want to die here, hurry up for Lao Tzu! ”

The soldiers exerted all their strength and pushed fiercely with all their strength, and they also knew that as long as they were fast enough to get close before the shell hit them, they would have a way to live.

In the distance, on the artillery arrays on both wings of the Ming army, several small red flags had been raised, and everyone understood that this was a precursor to the attack, so the strength in their hands was a little greater, and the shield cart was pushed as fast as flying.

On the side of the Kuizhou army, Yan Mingde's eyes flashed cold, using crossfire to shoot at moving targets, relying on the amount of prediction in advance, and calculating a certain position on the running route of the Qing army, which can maximize the killing effect of solid iron bullets, which is a great test of the experience of the aim.

"I don't know when the adults of the Hanzhong Military War Bureau will be able to trial produce the flowering shells used in the Shenwei cannon, and the cannonballs can be made, so the cannonballs shouldn't be a big problem, right? After all, Hou Ye even drew a sketch. Yan Mingde muttered in a voice that he could only hear, and then slashed his raised right hand fiercely, and the red flag he was holding in his hand fell.

All the preparations before the cannon was fired, except for Yan Mingde and the gunner who ignited the fire, the rest of the people stood behind a few zhang, which was the rule of the artillery team of the Kuizhou Army.

The igniter ignited the fuse with the chisel, then immediately took a few steps back, stuck the chisel into the ground, and covered his ears with both hands.

Yan Mingde did the same, although his ears were stuffed with cotton, but it was always not enough, and covering it with his hands could also reduce some damage to the eardrum.

Red flags fell one after another, and the first cannon shots shook the sky.

Rumble!

The disemboweling cannonball brought up gunpowder smoke that rushed to the sky, as if a thunder had exploded on the ground, and the thunder man threw the iron bullet in his hand, turning into a black shadow, screaming through the sky, and flying towards the rapidly approaching shield car group in the wilderness.

Boom Boom!

A succession of thunder exploded, from the position of the two wings of the Ming army crossed and shot forward, from a distance, the trajectory of the iron bullet is like the two sharp branches of a pair of scissors, fiercely stabbed at the wooden wall-like shield car, to the front, two streams of iron bullets converged and flew by, as if there was an invisible big hand pulled down the scissors, clamped together.

The iron bullets were so dense that there were some worries about whether they would collide in the air, but this did not happen after all, and each iron bullet staggered, and then hit the shield carts with a bang, making a gap.

Sawdust flew and blood splattered.

The shield cart made of thick wooden nails was like mud, and it was as if it had stepped on a mine, and it was torn apart, and in the "crackling" sound, the iron bullets easily broke through the barrier formed by the wooden planks and thick animal skins, tore them to pieces, and then castrated the human beings hiding behind them.

The Han soldiers all secretly prayed in their hearts, praying that the shells would not hit their own route, but the horizontal row of shield carts was very obvious, so many iron bullets, it was difficult not to hit them.

So there were dozens of gaps in the front of the shield cart group that advanced like a city wall, accompanied by the screams and screams of pain before people died, internal organs and flesh flew in it, and dozens of people were hiding behind each shield cart, because of the limitation of the width of the shield cart, they were four or five people in a row, hunched over and marching in line, and the people in front passed through the lookout on the shield cart, and they could scream in front of the stumps that were scattered, and the people in the back were beaten into ashes without even seeing anything and knowing anything.

An iron bullet hit Cao Zhenyan's left hand, and the strong wind that passed by even blew his face, turning the shield cart on his left into a mass of wood shards, making a bloody path, and then jumping and continuing to move forward, smashing the crowd behind a shield cart on the left over several people.

The wood of the shield cart on the left was torn apart, and an arm-thick piece of wood flew over, and a sharp break was inserted into the head of a pro-soldier in front of Cao Zhenyan, and the pro-soldier didn't even snort, and fell softly on Cao Zhenyan's chest.

The blood spurted from the head of the pro-soldier and sprayed Cao Zhenyan's body, dyeing his yellow armor with red trim into blood red.

Cao Zhenyan pushed the corpse aside, wiped the blood on his face, and shouted loudly with red eyes: "Keep pushing!" Keep moving! Don't stop! Whoever stops me chops off someone's head! ”

He took the place of the dead soldier, pressed his shoulder against the wheel of the shield cart, and roared like a beast, speeding up the shield cart by a few points.

A wave of artillery bombardment, crippling and destroying dozens of shield carts, turned into a pile of rotten wood scattered on the impact line, the corpses and flesh scattered all over the ground for a long distance behind, and the ferocious iron bullets continued to jump for a while before they fell to the ground without moving.

The surviving shield cart seemed to be crazy and a little faster, and the threat of death made the Qing soldiers pushing the cart more and more hard, no one knew when the next wave of shelling would come, as long as they could get close to the Ming army before this, they could use the long knife and halberd in their hands to teach this gang of cowards who would only fire cannons far away.

The distance of five miles of land, but about two thousand steps, the ground is flat, the field that has been ploughed in spring for a long time is not very soft, although the shield cart is bumped, but it is not very laborious, the Qing soldiers work together, shouting and killing to continue to approach.

When the stone ridge was closed, Wang Huan looked at all this indifferently, and Ma Wannian and other guards behind him were all cheering for the power of the cannon, but he frowned slightly.

"There was no stopping, no hesitation, no one even flinching, is this still the Han army? They used to be weak Ming troops. Wang Huan shook his head and sighed softly: "If they were the Ming army at the beginning, they could have half of today's bravery, why would the Ming Dynasty be like this!" ”

(End of chapter)