The gallop speed of Mongolian horses is not the fastest among Asian horse breeds, but it definitely belongs to the middle and upper class, and the endurance is also middle and upper-class, and the advantages are very strong in the face of various inferior horses of the Central Plains Dynasty. The Mongol soldiers and Jurchen soldiers riding on it, the front teams are heavy armor with two layers of iron armor inside and outside, and the back is all light armor such as leather armor and cotton armor.

But now, no one can do it if they are asked to keep their minds calm in the roar of the iron bullets and continue to move slowly.

The comrades-in-arms around him were flying in flesh and blood, and the blood was splashed on his body, and the horse's hooves under his crotch were galloping on the corpse of the killed, and in the next second, an iron bullet was likely to hit the human body straight in front of him, hitting the human body at a speed that the human reaction nerves had no time to dodge, tearing apart the bones and muscles, and turning a lively warrior into a cloud of blood mist.

It's chilling to think about.

And this kind of death is too unworthy. The warrior died under the sword of the enemy, there was nothing to say, it could be called glorious, and it was simply insulting to die under an iron bullet whose even the gunner did not know who.

There were sensible people in the cavalry, and they were still shouting loudly, telling everyone to stay in formation and advance according to military discipline.

Most of the people who said this were people who ran behind and did not feel the power of the artillery more directly. The person who ran in front was different, and death was so apt to shave his face that it was indescribable.

"Rush!" Ye Chen fluttered the flying axe in his hand, he only had one thought now, hurry into the artillery array of the Ming army and cut down the gunners, otherwise, maybe the thousands of soldiers at hand, I don't know how many will die on the road.

The national pillar on the other side also had red eyes, and his feelings were more profound than Ye Chen's, there were originally few people in the Eight Banners, and he had never faced a massacre in the process of charging like this, and he couldn't afford it at all.

The two gray dragons paused slightly in the twenty red bullet marks, and the next second, with a more violent stance, galloped forward, each speeding up, hitting the mount fiercely, hoping that the horse would put on its wings and fly over.

Li Tingyu stood in the middle of the infantry array, and looked at the wings with some anxiety, this time the Qing cavalry looked much more crazy, will the gunners on both sides run away? Will the guard's foot soldiers be able to withstand it? Although there was special training in the face of cavalry onslaught during training, the effect of this need to be tested.

In the artillery teams on both wings, Yan Mingde, the commander of the artillery, and Ma Wei, the deputy general of the artillery, were on each side, and they were ordering the gunners to wash their chambers and charge them with a stern expression, so as to seize the time to fire two more cannons before the cavalry arrived.

"More than one mile, the hands and feet are sharper, you can fire two shots!" Yan Mingde squinted his eyes, grabbed a bird gun in his hand, stood beside a divine cannon, and looked at death like a strong man with a straight face: "Hurry, hurry, hurry, hurry up, beat him a son of a bitch!" ”

In the hurried and orderly busyness, the Kuizhou gunners cooperated tacitly, and the proficiency of the soldiers who were raised with shells and fed enough training was an art, and the connection and coupling between several people were tight, and the guns on both sides completed the preparation for the second launch almost at the same time.

"Put!" Yan Mingde and Ma Wei shouted through gritted teeth.

"Boom, boom!" The sound was like a summer thunder rolling across the earth, crushing all the creatures who dared to face it, and the twenty rushing bullet marks were like falcons flying past the ground, and like a red thunderstorm rushing on the treetops, the lightning and flint swept in front of people's eyes, and plunged into the cavalry of the Qing army.

People turned on their backs and screamed again and again.

An iron bullet is a merciless light, shooting on the horse's horse, instantly smashing out holes of equal circles, dismembering the body, dividing the flesh and blood, invincible and unstoppable.

The cavalry team that was beaten by the first wave of artillery bombardment has not yet come to its senses, but with a stream of blood and ruthlessness, it will continue to rush forward with the main one, and it will be beaten again under the second wave of iron bullet attacks, and the killing and wounding are secondary, and twenty ten-pound solid iron bumps can't actually kill many people, but the emphasis is on psychological oppression and terrifying momentum.

The sound of the cannon like a thunderstorm disturbed the horses, and the horses in the galloping were frightened by the loud noise, and either ran around, or jumped on the spot, stirring up the whole shock queue, and the charging cavalry was the most taboo about this, and the formation was chaotic, and they couldn't rush up, and everyone stumbled and ran over, no different from jumping off the horse in hand-to-hand combat, so this battle was difficult to fight.

The momentum of the charge of several thousand cavalry groups is actually very amazing, and the smoke and dust raised can be higher than the city walls, and most people will be bluffed when faced with this situation, drop their weapons and turn around and run.

Therefore, the cavalry vs. the foot soldier is the one who is not afraid of death and who blinks his eyes first.

Unfortunately, under the shells of the Shenwei cannon, the Qing army blinked for the first time.

Dolgon was in the rear, his face was gloomy, he didn't need a clairvoyant mirror to see the development of the battle, when the first wave of artillery bombardment of the Ming army began, those iron bullets swept low in the sky with a screaming sound and hit the cavalry formation, splashing blood, he knew that something was wrong.

It's too dense.

However, when artillery fires, due to the limitations of accuracy and technology, it is difficult to concentrate firepower to bombard a target, and most of the shells are aimed at it, but they fly past or hit low, and it is very rare for the Kuizhou army to concentrate 10 guns on the left and right to hit a platoon.

The Kuizhou Army did it, and did it twice.

It was as if it had been swept horizontally with two iron brooms.

That's hard.

Dorgon clenched his fists, beads of sweat on his forehead, and for the first time deep inside, he felt a palpitating tension.

He is not worried about the dead, how can there be no dead in the war, the key is whether the dead are valuable, if he can break through the firearms blockade and eat the artillery battalion of the Ming army, the dead are also worth it.

The cavalry running at the front on the right flank had already rushed to within 100 steps in front of the Ming army, and with the speed of horses, it could kill the Ming army's nose in a few breaths.

The person who rushed to the front was Ye Chen, he was wearing a very distinctive bright yellow armor with red edges, the spear and spear red tassels on the top of the iron helmet were particularly eye-catching, and the yellow shoulders representing the honor of Dasang Baturu were extremely dazzling, even on the battlefield where thousands of troops and horses were galloping, Dolgon could recognize him at a glance.

"Worthy of being my Qing Dynasty warrior!" Man Dahai said heartily beside him: "Ye Chenren and the soldiers are all first-class, with him, Nanban is defeated!" ”

(End of chapter)