"Ten steps forward, reload your ammo, and get ready to shoot!!"

"Fire!"

The Tartar cavalry could not move forward any further when they had rushed seventy paces to the fire ringing procession, and the Tartar cavalry could not advance no matter how frantically they whipped their horses.

The degree to which they could fill the space forward was no longer enough to catch up with the degree of being knocked down and wounded by the firecrackers, and the whole platoon of cavalry turned on their backs under this dense rain of bullets.

At the edge of the maximum range, many Manchu cavalry still thought that the cotton armor and chain mail they wore could withstand the bombardment of the opponent's firearms, but who would have thought that they would still be mercilessly penetrated by lead pellets. The screams of people and horses were intertwined, and the cavalry in the back row had already begun to subconsciously restrain their mounts.

The horses of the Tartar cavalry were also frenzied by the death of the people and horses around them, and instinctively wanted to turn and did not want to charge forward.

Killing and because of their slowing down, the cavalry striker was already outside the range of Zhao Neng's firearm array, at this time Zhao Neng and the firecracker soldiers led by him reached the point that they may not be able to say in their lives, but it is definitely an unprecedented preoccupation, at this time these dead soldiers of the Dengzhou Army may not be enthusiastic, but they are extremely calm, every tactical action is perfectly completed, and it is much faster than usual.

Loading, aiming, pulling the trigger, and constantly repeating these procedures, originally in the training on weekdays, and even in the battle just now, the firecrackers of the Dengzhou Army could not do such a fast shooting and rotation frequency.

But at this time, not only the degree, but also the amazing accuracy, in front of covering their comrades and themselves in the face of death at close range, everyone's mental and physical state has reached an optimal situation.

All these things combined, and they fired a row of guns like a raging storm, completely bombarding and crushing the Tatar Jurchen cavalry in front of them. The four-row array of 1,500 people, each platoon was nearly 300 people, and this width combined with the dense ground fire made the density of firepower extremely terrifying.

Although the cavalry of the Tartars rushed out in an evacuated formation, the width of the front could not even catch up with the queue of firearms. was shot in the front row by the opponent without dead ends.

Almost 100 steps away. Can't get close to each other. was hit by the other party's storm. And the four platoons finished firing the first platoon and re-fired. It's a re-rotation again. In the eyes of those cavalrymen in the front row. These Mingren earth fire guns seem to be endless. There will be no interruptions.

Under such a hail of bullets. Staying in front is also death. And it was for nothing. Who wants to continue to face it. Many of the Tartar cavalry saw the thin, overly wide queue in front of them, and they were not afraid of the general's artillery bombardment. Approaching with neat steps.

This kind of momentum has already made these self-proclaimed "elite of the world" Jurchen cavalry fearful. Now engage the war. The power of the other party is compared to the indomitable momentum. Worse than.

The battle began in the morning. Several times failed to defeat the Ming army in front of him. Obviously, several times have seized decisive opportunities. Obviously, the casualties of these Han people on the other side are better than their own. Throughout the battlefield. There were dead and wounded people everywhere. The air was filled with the smell of gunsmoke and blood. The companions were either dead or seriously injured. Tartars are not iron men either. Their spirits began to tighten more and more.

It's just that the main general Abatai has been able to find a way to win many times. Let everyone feel that hope has not yet dispersed. That's what sustains up and fights.

Cannons roared. I thought that this time it was a complete victory. The Manchu Tatars outside the customs area looked down on the Ming army no matter how much. But against this firearm. Especially artillery. Large-caliber ground artillery. Still full of adoration. Think it's an artifact. Whoever has him can move forward.

Unexpectedly, the cannon roared, but the other party was not afraid to fight a counter-charge, many cavalry were unbearable, the Tatar Jurchen cavalry was known as a nation in the Manchu Qing Dynasty, and was the most afraid of military law. Because the family's glory and disgrace are all based on this military feat. Violated military law, in this life. Even with a family, they can't turn over, and they even have to be cattle and horses for others for many years later.

Escaping before the battle was the most severe punishment by military law, but now the Tartar cavalry who rushed out did not care about this, and turned their horses and ran towards the rear of the formation.

Seeing that the other party was out of the effective firing range of the firecracker, Zhao Neng didn't expect that his adventurous assault had already forced the other party back, and it had already achieved the effect, but he ordered to take ten steps forward and continue shooting.

It was this ten steps forward that completely crushed the fighting spirit and courage of the Tartar cavalry, and even those in the back row who were still hesitating turned their horses' heads one after another, or ran backwards, or to both sides, and everyone was willing to face these madmen.

Tan Tai, the commander of the yellow flags, was at the back of the queue, and he had been staring at the artillery behind him with his eyes, for fear of being fired at the back by Abatai, but at this time, he couldn't care about the back, so he could only look at the sons and daughters who retreated in embarrassment in front of him with a blue face.

The monotonous and rhythmic drum sound sounded in his ears again, he sounded numb just now, but now he heard that there was a cold air coming out of his heart all over his body, and Tan Tai, who had always been known for his bravery, hesitated slightly, and also turned his horse's head and went towards the main formation.

He also gave himself a reason to find land in his heart, thinking that the sons of the two yellow flags were the emperor's capital, and the weight of the words left in the future would be one point, and he was also considering the whole situation and taking into account the overall situation.

The morale that the general Abatai had just managed to muster up was completely wiped out in the stormy firecracker, and the soldiers of the Eight Banners who had red eyes and gritted their teeth and were ready to rush out to fight were all pale at this time, and their eyes did not know what to look at.

Seeing the soldiers' performance like this, Abatai only felt that he had no strength at all, and remembered that there was a Han pen tip in his house who had despised the country after Songshan was already "poor in donkey skills", how did he feel that he was at this time, what kind of donkey.

"Haven't you been cool enough, fire the gun, fire the gun!!"

This is almost the last resort, Abatai has also lost his composure since the beginning of the war, and the mobile forces and cavalry available to him now are far superior to the thin firearms in front of him, but Abatai feels that the only thing that can deal with these Ming firecrackers is artillery.

Just now, only artillery inflicted casualties on these Ming troops. Abatai felt that only artillery had an effect at this time, but Yue Le, who was beside him, urged loudly:

"Rush all the North Korean firecrackers to the front, and the Han army is like this with firearms, hesitating, they will be killed!!"

This is the same as the nature of the thousands of generals in the Dengzhou Army who took the team out of the tight big formation on their own, and the generals below already distrusted the command of the main generals above. Of course, in this situation, Yue Le is Abatai's son, and if he rashly ordered, it was difficult for Abatai or others to gossip.

The soldiers of the general Abatai were already behind the artillery array, and if these gunners came up with some reason that others did not understand, they would kill people, and the Han people were really unreliable, and the Han people came from the front. This cannon is also Han Chinese, who knows if there will be a problem.

The artillerymen on the Manchu artillery array were secretly complaining in their hearts, and it was particularly troublesome when the heavy twelve-pounder cannon was erected. The direction and angle are almost semi-fixed, and in order to ensure that the range is set according to the usual elevation angle, although the angle is not too large and not accurate.

But no matter how inaccurate, at present, the Ming army's firearms queue is within this distance, and the shells can't hit people at all, and they will fly directly over the top of their heads, of course, they can't even touch the top of their heads. ////

But these artillerymen also understood in their hearts. If I tell the truth, I'm afraid the knife in the back will be cut off, so I might as well shoot this cannon out first.

They didn't believe it in their hearts, there were really people who could stand in front of the might of the artillery, at such a close distance, and at the moment they were quickly reloading.

For these artillerymen, they could not imagine that they would be so indomitable in the face of artillery, so they surrendered to the Tartars and became traitors, but these soldiers came in stride. The best soldiers and warriors of this era, with an iron will and faith.

The rhythm of the drums remained the same, the flags fluttered in the wind, the line strode forward, and between the artillery and them, the Tartar cavalry was gone, only the artillery behind the twenty guns, these artillerymen were all dumbfounded and stared at the Dengzhou arms that were constantly coming in front of them.

In their eyes, this is not the army of the Ming Dynasty at all. The ammunition has been reloaded. Everyone just stood there and watched stupidly, until the shouting and urging behind them woke them up. The ignition artilleryman realized that his hands were so heavy that his shoulders seemed to be shattered.

The shells of the twelve-pounder cannon, charging, loading, and cleaning the chamber of the cannon were all extremely laborious, and there was no feeling in that tense situation, but at this time, everything was relaxed, all the feelings were revealed, and the whole person seemed to freeze there.

Striding forward, the line of firearms coming this way was as if there were no of these terrifying cannons in front of them, just striding forward.

The soldier behind the gun emplacement, tremblingly lit the fuse of the cannon, and the loud sound of the cannon was still earth-shattering, but the distance between the other party and the gun was already too close.

Sixty steps away from the artillery, Zhao Neng made an order to open fire again, the firecrackers behind him mechanically loaded ammunition and fired flat, their target was the artillerymen on the artillery position, those artillerymen had forgotten to escape at this time, where could they go if they fled, behind them were the Tartar soldiers who supervised the battle, if they turned back, they would be cut off their heads and die.

"Why did I surrender in the first place......

Someone may have whispered to themselves, but no one could hear it, and everything was drowned out in the explosion of firecrackers.

Only a dozen of the artillerymen on the gun emplacements had time to turn around and escape, but they died under the fire of the third platoon, and the firing of the first and second platoons had already killed every living person standing on the gun emplacement.

"Amma, retreat for the time being, retreat!"

Yue Le shouted anxiously beside Abatai, driven by the forward battalion and the white-armored soldiers, those Korean soldiers and Han soldiers who were armed with firearms were driven to the front of the cavalry array, reluctantly holding firearms and loading charges, ready to meet the Dengzhou army that was striding directly from the opposite side.

"Start forward, forward!"

Zhao Nengdi's voice was already a little hoarse. This was the only answer to his order, and every musketeer shouted:

"Jiaozhou battalion, forward, forward!!"

The rhythm of the drums remained the same, the amplitude of the pace remained the same, and without hesitation, they walked towards the main formation where there were large groups of Tartar cavalry and foot soldiers. Twenty artillery pieces were flashed, and the soldiers' queues were still neat, and after walking through the gun emplacements, the gunners of the Korean and Han armies over there were already ready.

This distance was about eighty paces, and the Manchurian cavalry on the opposite side were all cowering and hiding behind the servant arms queue, looking at the fearless Dengzhou arms troops in fear.

"Fire! Fire!! ”

The Jiaozhou battalion would not give such an order, this was an order shouted by the Korean and Han troops at the top of their voices, although it was also hoarse, but the voice sounded very weak. Basically, the guns were flattened, and the Korean soldiers and Han soldiers fired the guns in their hands one after another, and the battlefield was suddenly filled with gunsmoke.

Almost one-fifth of the soldiers in the first platoon of the Dengzhou Arms Gun were shot and fell to the ground one after another. There was no confusion in the team, and the teammates behind them automatically sped up their pace to fill the gap, and took a few steps forward, and Zhao Neng gave the order to fire loudly again:

"Flat-fired, prepared, fired!!"

The arms of the firecrackers were as steady as iron and stone, aiming at the opponent in front of them, pulling the trigger, and the same roar. The smoke of gunpowder was filled, but after this round of shooting, almost half of the enemy on the opposite side fell directly forward and lost their combat effectiveness. The North Korean and Han armies with extremely low morale saw each other striding so fiercely, their hearts were extremely panicked, and the movements in their hands were also deformed, not to mention that for them eighty steps, the maximum range of many firearms could not even reach this far, and the mistakes they made at this time were exactly the same as the mistakes of other armies of the Ming Dynasty when they used firearms.

Naturally, the damage of the firebolt has also weakened a lot. But the shooting of the Dengzhou army was unambiguous, the first row of shots had nearly twice the effect of the opponent, the Tartar foot soldiers saw their companions screaming and falling, the power and range of the guns on both sides, the effect of the shooting was completely different.

Everyone knows whether the fire is fired, whether the ammunition is loaded quickly, and whether the second and third rounds can keep up in time. That's the difference between victory and defeat.

can panic like this. A lot of actions can't be done anymore, and the reload is naturally much slower. However, the firecrackers of the Dengzhou Army were in the most efficient state ever at this time, and the second and third rounds of bullets rained down again, and many people fell to the ground screaming.

The infantry array of these servant armies has become extremely sparse, and the soldiers have to keep retreating in order to be able to load ammunition safely, and the overseers behind them hide far away, for fear of being affected by the almost terrifying shooting of the Ming army, but their retreat is completely unable to catch up with the firing efficiency of the Dengzhou army.

"Ten steps forward, reload, pre-fire, !!"

"Five steps forward, reload, pre-fire, !!"

Zhao Neng's orders came out again and again, and there was actually a certain time interval between the firearms of the firecracker queue, and the steps and procedures such as the passage bar, the charge, and so on all took time, but such an interval seemed to be without any interval for the Korean firecrackers and Han soldiers who were slow to reload on the other side, just like a constant tilt of fire.

After crossing the artillery array, the firecrackers of the Dengzhou army fired five rounds of fire, in fact, this continuous firepower was already slower than the shooting of the cavalry before the artillery array, after all, the firecrackers were very heavy, and striding forward this distance also required physical strength.

However, these five rounds of firing completely smashed the opponent's patchwork array to pieces, and completely lost its combat effectiveness, and the Dengzhou Army's firearm queue was constantly striding forward, constantly loading ammunition, and constantly shooting, as if a moving wall was gradually pressing over.

The so-called fire gun is a spear with a longer wooden handle, and at this time, the fire guns of the Dengzhou army are constantly holding this hundred-zhang spear to assassinate the Tartar enemy in front of them.

In such a situation, even the warlord team lost their will to fight, for fear of being killed by this group of Ming troops who seemed to be crazy, they all got on their horses and fled back to their own positions.

But no one dared to attack. In their opinion, these people are monsters, and if they get close, they will be devoured by this terrible monster, so it is better to stay away.

"Amma, this is a trapped beast death match, we can't fight with them. Avoid the limelight of their land first, and it's not too late to fight slowly! ”

After five rounds of shooting, there was still a distance of more than a hundred steps from the main formation of the Manchurian army, and the firearm queue looked a little tired, but just when the Manchurian cavalry was about to go over to pick up the bargain, Zhao Neng, who was standing in the middle, shouted out the order in a hoarse voice:

"Soldiers, target the enemy formation in front, forward, forward!!"

The rhythm of the drums is recalled. The whole team didn't seem to have walked so far, didn't have such a heavy firearm in their hands, and strode towards the main formation of the Manchurian army. Despite being so far away, and everyone knew that the farthest range of the Firebolt couldn't hit that far.

Seeing these suddenly crazy Han troops start again, the entire ranks of the Manchurian and Mongolian army suddenly stirred, their current number is far more than the more than 1,000 firearms in front of them, but who knows how much ammunition these madmen still have in their hands, who knows how long this kind of shooting that seems to be without intervals can last.

At present, the only cavalry that followed Zhao Nenghuo's queue was nearly 2,000 cavalry, which was almost the only unit that did not suffer any losses in the entire battle.

But these 3,000 troops are like thousands of troops. The suffocating pressure came to his face, and the general Abatai was ashen, and his hands were constantly strengthened, as if he was about to pull the wooden handle of the horsewhip out of the water, and there were so many cavalry behind him, if they were surrounded from all sides, they would definitely be able to break this damned firearm queue.

However, from the beginning of the morning to the current bloody battle, the advantage has been reversed again and again. Abatai has no confidence anymore, and he is still like this, let alone the generals below.

Retreat or not, the fierce confrontation in his mind, but the queue of fire guns over there is approaching step by step, and a decision must be made, Yue Le's eyes on the side are red, these generals are all in the front line, if the Ming army's team kills over. I'm afraid they were the ones who were the ones who were the first to be attacked.

"Amma. Amma, hurry up and make a decision......"

I'm only halfway there. The drums suddenly became louder, and the men and horses of the Manmeng army were all frightened, but the sound of the drums did not simply come from the firebolt queue, but behind the firebolt array.

Zhao Neng, the general of the Dengzhou Army, was in his heart, and opened his mouth to order, so that the entire queue stopped, which could be regarded as a short rest, and turned back to the sound of the place to see that the spear team and the remnants of the fire gun troops who had been ordered to retreat to the camp were lined up in formation, and the military drum was beating, and they were also striding forward.

The formation is like a mountain, the momentum is like a rainbow, and their commander leads the army to walk in front, for the whole army to break off, and move forward with anger, towards the army that is more than ten times more than ten times dozens of times more than himself, and the sons are in the same boat, their own brothers are like this, why can't they be like this.

At this time, it was Wang Tao who stood up, he was the second soul of this army at the moment, he raised the spear in his hand and shouted loudly:

"Those who are willing to follow the Lord to kill the enemy come with me, the men of our Dengzhou Army are not backward breeds! Jiaozhou battalion, forward!! ”

Every soldier in the Jiaozhou battalion knew the battle of their commander Li Meng in Qihe County, and also knew the slogan that made people's blood boil, everyone thought that they had the opportunity to shout him, today's death battle made people physically and mentally exhausted, but Zhao Neng's courage to move forward re-energized the blood of the soldiers of the Dengzhou Army.

The drums sounded, and the square team led by Wang Tao walked in front, and the rest of the battalions automatically and consciously followed behind, and the drummers were energetic, beating the rhythm of brisk steps. From top to bottom, from officers to soldiers, the Dengzhou army was shouting vigorously:

"Onward!! Forward!! Forward!!! ”

The entire battlefield was filled with such a roar and indomitable momentum, and the main general of the Tartar army, Abatai, had no blood on his face, and without waiting for Yue Le on the side to urge again, he hurriedly turned his mount and said loudly:

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