In a trance, Bai Guangen saw that in the low wall in front of him, in the reserved holes, there were sticking out the muzzles of the black holes of iron cannons, the muzzles of the guns were smooth and sonorous, radiating the unique blue and faint luster of fine iron, it was obvious that these cannons had not been newly built for a long time, and they were very well maintained.

Someone behind the low wall was shouting something in a loud voice, even though it was a little far away, it didn't hinder Bai Guangen's ears at all.

He heard someone shouting, "Fire, fire, fuck it!" ”

Going to fire? But when it's raining, how do you fire the cannon? Won't gunpowder get wet?

Bai Guangen became curious, and wanted to go out to take a look, but as soon as he showed his head, an arrow flew over with a "whoosh", piercing into the wooden frame of the shield cart in front of his mouth, and entered the wood for three points, so frightened that he immediately retracted.

The hooves of the Mongolian cavalry behind him were getting closer and louder, and without looking back, Bai Guangen could hear that a large number of cavalry had crossed the first trench of the Ming army from more than ten simple bridges filled in by shield carts, and were rushing straight to this second trench. Thanks to the efforts of the Han army, the second trench was also filled in several places where horses could be crossed, and along the road that the Han army filled with human lives, the Mongol iron cavalry could directly attack the low wall that looked vulnerable.

The horse in front may be a few feet behind Bai Guangen.

Indeed, Li Tingyu hid behind the low wall, leaning against the wooden fence, squinting at the figures of the people and horses that were rapidly enlarged in his field of vision.

The horse is a sturdy Mongolian horse, although it is not as tall and burly as the Ili horse, but it is also an excellent horse breed, with a well-balanced ability to run long distances and short sprints, the horse's mane is fine and smooth, the horse's tail is flowing and shiny, and even the horse's hooves are thick and powerful.

The person on the horse, strong and flexible, a piece of iron armor was obviously stripped from a certain Han person, and even the conspicuous red lining of the Ming army on the shoulder has not been changed, as for the helmet, it is an eight-petal iron helmet of the Ming army, a touch of red tassels fluttering in the wind, if it is not for the wide forehead of the person wearing it, with eye-catching grassland race marks, it will make people think that this is a Central Plains Han pawn.

Under the iron helmet with a wide forehead, the man danced a bright steel knife, the blade is excellent, the blade is sharp, the handle can be held with both hands, the blade is broad, and the thick back of the sorghum makes people think at a glance.

In fact, the Mongolian soldier also thought so, he kicked and hit the horse's belly, galloped the horse, paid attention to the wooden fence erected on the low wall, cut it with a knife, rushed in to chop melons and vegetables, even if the Mongolian soldier's eyes and Li Tingyu accidentally met in the process, they could not stop him.

Under the vicious gaze of the Mongolian soldiers, Li Tingyu smiled again, if Bai Guangen could see his first two smiles, he would definitely feel a chill from the bottom of his heart, because every time this slightly obscene smile appeared, it would bring about a life-destroying explosion.

This time compared to the previous two, it was a little more bland.

Li Tingyu slightly adjusted the muzzle of the trumpet Furang machine gun aimed at the Mongolian soldiers who rushed to the front, and then waved his hand to open fire.

The pound-heavy small iron bullet roared out of the muzzle, with the smell of gunpowder straight ahead, the thick armor and tough muscles were torn apart like air in the face of speed and mass, the iron bullet was not big, not even an adult's fist, but it drilled into a little under the horse's neck, advanced all the way in the flesh meridians, shot directly into the stomach of the Mongolian soldiers, pierced through the back in the flesh and blood, and flew into the vast field behind, leaving four holes for one man, one horse and four holes.

The horse was castrated, ran a few steps, fell to the ground with a wail, and slipped a few feet away in the mud, and the knight fell from his horse, and the man's head rested in the mud less than three feet in front of Bai Guangen, and a pair of eyes were still round, as if he couldn't believe what had happened to him.

When the iron bullet was still bouncing in the cavalry formation, Li Tingyu stood up, pushed away the shield blocking his head, and there were a few arrows thrown by the Mongols just now on the shield surface, and picked up the spear that was placed on the ground.

"Keep fighting, I'll be by your side." He patted the gunner on the shoulder and said solemnly, the gunner nodded, picked up a sub-barrel and put it into the tail end of the Furlong cannon, crouched down and took careful aim.

Li Tingyu picked up the spear, took a horse step, stabbed the iron ring at the end of the spear into the ground, firmly grasped the body of the spear, and stretched the sharp tip of the spear out of the wooden fence nearly a foot away.

"Shield, gun!" He roared, the sound waves vibrating in the rain, and he was deafening: "Let the Tartar raised by the son of a bitch see, my Kuizhou army is powerful!" ”

"Kill!" In the drizzle, everyone roared in unison, and the wave-like spears stood up one after another, and the first three rows raised their guns, and the guns stretched out of the wooden fence, forming a forest-like blade, and the snowy tips of the guns were like meteors piercing the sky, and the raindrops splashed and the water splashed when it was shaking.

The people in the back were shielded and protected the top of the pikeman's head, and the people behind were all mountain-destroying crossbows and bird-gunners with crescent axes, which were not conducive to firing in the rain, so they replaced them with crescent axes.

The people of the righteous army looked at the Kuizhou army around them with envious eyes, and in the midst of it, the timidity when facing the Qing army in the past disappeared inexplicably, as if it had never existed. The white armor soldiers had calm and resolute faces, as if they were participating in a parade rather than a life-and-death battle. 、

Ma Qijin spit out the grass mustard in his mouth, glanced at the somewhat nervous rebels beside him, and pouted: "Don't be afraid!" With so many people, it's hard to hit you. Just stand still, raise the gun, yes, that's it! Don't move your feet, the horse is tight! Kick on the ground, you'll be your own people behind you, don't be afraid! ”

He was in the second row of pikes, and the spear in his hand rested on the shoulders of the soldiers in the first row.

The Fran cannon continued to spew fire and iron, and the small iron bullets flew in the air and jumped on the ground, and the mud hindered their jumping, and often stuck to the mud without a few jumps, which greatly saved the lives of the Mongol soldiers.

In the distance, Dorgon looked at the battle-torn wall, frowning slightly.

"The Ming army can open fire, this time it's not a thunderstorm." He asked, "Why?" ”

Sun Long left, and the few Han generals who remained here were watched by everyone, and the bannermen and the Mongols did not have firearms, only they could answer.

Several people hesitated, and one of them said: "Back to the prince's words, the Ming army's trumpet Furlong cannon, this kind of cannon is not a front-loading ammunition, but a breech-loading mother barrel, the sub-barrel is loaded with gunpowder, the impact of the weather is relatively small, as long as it is slightly shaded, it can be cast in such light rain." ”

Dolgon understood, and his brows stretched: "It seems that this is Wang Huan's last resort, the drums are intensified, let the cavalry be attentive, we must sweep the front of the pass, and prepare for the attack!" ”

The drum beat suddenly became a little denser, and the "knock knock" fell to the ground like hailstone, which exacerbated the already extremely tense atmosphere a little.

The shouting and killing became louder, if the first battle was the Qing army fighting against firearms, then at this moment, the real battle began.

(End of chapter)