Karchu Hun Fan's habit of charging ahead saved his life, and the nearest iron bullet rolled less than two feet behind him, and the hot current like a gushing magma hit his backbone, and when he looked back in amazement, all he saw was the screams of corpses and wounded people all over the ground.

The cavalry queue, which had maintained a compact sprint formation just now, and the distance between men and horses was only two arms wide, had now collapsed, and the frightened horses were jumping and running in all directions, and the knights on the horses were trying their best to appease, but with little success, and for a while, the cavalry of more than 5,000 people was in a mess.

Karchuhun turned his head in surprise and looked in the direction of the Ming army, his mount was also startled by the shelling, but he was strong, and a few reins were ruthless, and the mount was controlled.

The artillery on the left flank of the Ming army in the vicinity was looking at him a little nervously, as if he was wary of whether the Mongol soldiers would soon recover from the shock and chaos; And in the distance, on the other side of the battlefield, the right wing gunners of the Ming army were busy shouting and watching the action, and the next round of artillery bombardment was about to begin.

Khalchu's heart and liver were trembling, and the Mongolian cavalry behind him was beaten out of more than ten bloody human ballistics in the round just now, at least nearly 100 people were killed on the spot, and many more people were injured, and what was even worse was the psychological pressure caused invisibly.

"Come here!" Karchu roared like crazy, and raised the snowy long knife in his hand: "Follow me, it will take a long time for the Ming army's cannon to be fired once, let's rush over quickly, and let us slaughter the Nanban when we get close!" ”

"Phew!" The Mongolian soldiers had brave men, listening to his shouts, they waved their swords and horses to follow, as for the wounded and dead on the ground, no one paid attention, the battlefield was chaotic, theoretically once injured and fell to the ground, there was no way to live, not trampled to death by their own people will be killed by the enemy.

Nikan, Bolo and the others in the Qing army's large array in the distance also had shocked and inexplicable expressions, and judging from the widening eyes, the shock in their hearts was more intense than that of Kar Chuhun.

"How is that possible?" Bolo's big mouth couldn't close anymore, and his mouthful of teeth, which were obviously a little big because of his perennial gnawing on sheep bones, were very conspicuous: "Was I dazzled just now?" Did the artillery of the Ming army shoot seven or eight miles away? ”

The sound of gasping air came from the mouths of the Qing generals behind the two of them, like a flock of frightened ducks.

"The distance between Khalchuhun and the artillery of the Ming army is eight miles, you are not mistaken." Nikan blinked his eyelids slightly, he had already jumped out of his surprise, and his face was solemn: "There is a problem with the artillery of the Ming army, it is farther than our red-clothed cannon!" ”

Mala interjected: "Most likely the gunpowder has been increased several times!" I have heard Kong Youde of the Han army say before that as long as the firearm is filled with sufficient gunpowder, it can shoot a shell beyond the distance of the standard charge, and if the gunner is bold enough and not afraid of exploding, he can even shoot twice the range! ”

Bolo turned his face to him and asked with a dark face, "Is there such a thing?" ”

Before Mala could nod his head, he heard Nikan say, "There is indeed such a method, but this method is extremely dangerous, and it will almost definitely blow up!" ”

Bolo suddenly said hatefully: "No wonder you hit so far..... it's not right!" Look at it, none of the guns of the Ming army exploded! ”

As if confirming his words, as soon as the words fell, I heard another thunderous cannon sound on the left wing of the Ming army in the distance, rumbling straight into the sky.

Nikan and the others' faces were as ugly as they were in the sound of the cannons, and the faces of those people were so shocked that they couldn't believe what they saw.

The galloping Karchuhun felt more directly than Nikan and the others, and with the sound of the cannon, he instinctively looked up at the place where the cannon sounded.

Sure enough, another burst of smoke rose from the right flank of the Ming army, and the gunsmoke, which was obviously different from the Qing army's red-coated cannon, was the precursor to the arrival of death.

So fast!

Two words popped out of Khalchuhun's mind, from the first round of artillery bombardment by the Ming army to the second fire now, it was only a few minutes before and after, and this speed was enough to catch up with the bird's launch.

Isn't the Ming army afraid of blowing up the chamber? In such a short period of time, the unskilled gunner did not even clean the chamber, and actually fired the second shot, how could he not blow up the chamber?

This group of Ming troops, is it really dead?

Khalchuhun didn't have the time to observe whether the Ming army's artillery had exploded, because the sound of the air whistling reminded him that the cannonballs were coming!

Because of the chaos caused by the first shelling, the queue of the Mongolian soldiers was not as dense as at the beginning, the solid iron bullets crossed the cavalry formation, and the damage caused was not as great as the first time, and the cavalry who died miserably through the body was less than a hundred, but the team that had just gathered fell into chaos again, the cannonballs that could not be resisted by manpower, the scene of flesh and blood flying on the human body in front of them, even the most fierce soldiers would be afraid, no one was not afraid of death, and the process of facing death was more terrible than death itself.

"Ah~~!" One of the guards of his tribe was struck on the horse's head by a flying iron bullet beside him, and one of the guards' hands holding the reins was broken, and the guards fell to the ground, rolling and wailing with their hands.

Blood splattered on Karchuhun's face, staining one of his dark faces half red.

Trying his best to steady the neighing of his mount, he spun around twice before he could control it, he stuck out his tongue and licked the blood from his mouth into his mouth, his eyes became blood-red, and his violent aura radiated all over his body.

"Master! The people of the Yelabu and the Hulemang tribe have all run to the side! A bloodied escort, who did not know whether it was his own or someone else's, rushed up from behind, and exclaimed, "Their nobleman shows that the artillery fire is fierce, and he should take refuge in the side!" ”

As if he hadn't heard what the guards were saying, his eyes were fixed on the direction of the left flank of the Ming army in front of him, where the Ming gunners still turned their muzzles to the other side, as if they didn't see themselves.

"Follow me!" Karchu roared, raised the knife in his hand, clamped his legs sharply, and the horse galloped again and again: "Warriors of the steppe, show your courage!" The Immortal Heaven will shelter those who dare to face death, and there is no enemy to fear! Kill~~~! ”

He took the lead, leading the men around him to rush forward brazenly, his guards followed closely, and many of the Mongol cavalry, who were dazed by the shells, followed.

But on the whole, the cavalry brigade at the beginning of the charge, except for the men and horses killed and wounded by the shells, was divided into two parts at this moment, one part was the Karchuhun, who was not afraid of death, still pressing forward with his head shut, and the other part obviously began to go farther on the battlefield to avoid the Ming artillery that seemed to be shooting too far.

There were only more than 1,000 people who followed Karchuhun, and the other Mongol soldiers who distanced him from him numbered more than 2,000 people, and the distance between the two became farther and farther.

On the Shiling Pass, Ma Wannian, who was standing at the head of the city, was nervous, and on the left side of the battlefield, the huge smoke and dust raised by the Mongolian soldiers were about to be next to the left wing of the Ming army, and it seemed that he was about to engage in battle.

"Lord Wang, the two rounds of shelling did not stop the Tartars!" In front of him was Wang Huan, seeing that the situation was becoming more and more urgent, Ma Wannian couldn't help but shout: "Their cavalry is about to rush to the left flank artillery position!" ”

Wang Huan didn't move, nor did he make a sound, he just glanced at it lightly, and his eyes were extremely calm, as if telling him: calm, so flustered, how to do big things?

In fact, Ma Wannian was not the only one who was nervous, standing next to the Shenwei cannon on the left flank, Yan Mingde, the artillery commander of the Kuizhou Army, who had been staring at the Mongolian cavalry, was also so nervous that his hands were sweating.

The shock of thousands of horses rushing over and galloping on the ground is far from what ordinary people can imagine, and in the face of the impact of the earthquake, anyone will tremble, and subconsciously will imagine the fate of countless horse legs stepping on people, which is even more terrifying.

However, in the daily training of the Kuizhou army, there were infantry soldiers facing the impact of cavalry, so although Yan Mingde and others were afraid, they did not turn around and run.

His task was to fire at any enemy soldier who appeared within the muzzle of the gun, and the muzzle could not be aimed in the direction of the gun without an order.

The artillery on both wings was one left and one right, and the crossfire covered the entire front, which was set by Wang Huan, and no one dared to disobey, so at this moment, although Yan Mingde wanted to turn the artillery around and shoot at the Qing army that was rushing towards him, he didn't dare.

He clutched the long knife at his waist, the only weapon he had in close quarters, and his palms were drenched in sweat, barely holding on to the hilt.

The Mongol soldiers were already within two hundred paces, and the squeaky teeth and screaming faces of the knights were clearly visible, the horses were strong, the tomahawks were sharp, and the rumbling hooves of the horses were imminent.

At this time, it is impossible for the gunners on the right flank to fire again, although the paper shell made by the Hanzhong Military War Bureau can shorten the firing interval to minutes, and the Shenwei cannon forged in cooked copper can also withstand the chamber pressure and high temperature of continuous cannon firing in a short time, and the power of yellow gunpowder can also send iron bullets far enough, but the distance between the enemy and us is too short, and if you fire again, you will accidentally injure friendly soldiers.

Yan Mingde's gaze fell on the thin row of sword and shield men standing in front of the gun emplacement.

The task of these sword and shield bearers is to prevent the bow and arrow from killing the gunners, and at this moment they are nailed ten zhang in front of the gun position like green pines, holding shields in their left hands and pinching their right hands around them, watching the approaching Mongol soldiers intently, standing in lunges with their left feet in front of and behind their right feet, their muscles tense, and their bodies ready to go.

In his eyes, he also saw these sword and shield hands, and his violent eyes did not regard these standing and motionless Baijia Ming soldiers as obstacles, and his target was still the artillery that gave him a devastating blow.

Rush over, nail the cannon hole, and then rush down the left flank of the Ming army and kill all the Nanban! That's what he intended.

"Ready!" The Ming saber and shield hand Baihu shouted loudly, holding a killing bullet in his hand tightly in his palm, and the lead had been ignited, sparking and "creaking".