Closer, closer, the dark red bronze cannon of the Ming army slowly enlarged in the field of vision, gradually clear, and gradually turned from a child-sized object into a real, one-person-tall giant.

The smoke from the muzzle of the cannon was still lingering, and a group of white-armored soldiers were busy washing, hurrying, and it seemed that they were moving quickly, and some people were looking at themselves unconsciously, and their eyes couldn't hide a panicked look.

A faint trace of pride flashed in Ye Chen's angry heart, yes, this is the look that the Ming army should have in the face of the invincible Eight Banners. The flying axe in his hand was accumulating, and his right arm was gently pulled back, and when the distance was enough, he would round the axe and smash it into the head of the first Ming soldier he encountered.

However, there is still an obstacle to overcome before killing these damned gunners.

Several rows of sparsely looking foot soldiers stood more than ten paces away in front of the artillery, the front two rows held bird tongs, and the back ones held spears, with the blades facing Ye Chen's direction, and stood in a loose array, looking less than three hundred people, which should be the soldiers of the escort artillery battalion.

Between the artillery camp and the Ming army infantry in the middle, there is a huge gap of more than ten zhang, just like a half-hidden beautiful girl, open the door, show a smiling face, lie on the bed and stretch out his fingers to seduce the five big and three thick strong men outside the door.

If you get close to the past and a rain of arrows falls, will the Ming army with spears and hedgehogs collapse in an instant?

Ye Chen thought about it, his heart, which had just been beaten with anger by the iron bullet, was a little happy, and the scenes of the Ming army being defeated and fleeing under the iron hooves in the past echoed in his mind like a movie, making his mood become passionate again.

"Kill~~!" He roared, stood up on his horse, and his superb riding skills made his horse as steady as his feet on the ground despite his vigorous movement, and pointed his axe forward: "Sons, cut off the head of the dog!" ”

The cavalry that followed him screamed and went into a bloodthirsty madness, kicking the horse's belly with all his might, speeding up the horse's run.

In the noisy background, Yan Mingde stared at Ye Chen, who was howling like a wounded wolf, from a distance, and raised the bird gun in his hand.

The lead bullet had already been filled, the medicine pool was also filled with gunpowder, and the fire rope was sparkling, Yan Mingde calmed down, closed one eye, and approached the bird with his right face, which was as uneven as sandpaper covered with holes, and took a look, and gently pulled the trigger.

The bird's beak was sandwiched with sparks, and it hit the medicine pool hard, splashing a spark, although Yan Mingde was very clever and turned his face sideways, but he was inevitably still burned by the sparks a few times.

At this distance, it is impossible to hit any object that you want to hit, too far away.

This can be seen from Ye Chen's still vigorous screams, and under the rapid gallop, he got some distance closer, and he was only fifty zhang away from the hand of the white-armored bird who did not move at all.

However, Yan Mingde's shot was not fired to kill Ye Chen. On the battlefield where all kinds of sounds are deafening, especially in the artillery camp that is comparable to the explosion and thunder community, the sound of shouting from the mouth is inaudible two steps away, only the crisp sound of gunfire and the white smoke rising from the muzzle of the gun can be seen by everyone scattered around.

This is a signal.

With the sound of this gunshot, a muffled sound came, and more than a dozen tumbling explosive bags were thrown out of the place where they could not be seen behind the bird's hand, accompanied by puffs of green smoke, and flew into the sky, towards the place where Ye Chen was about to arrive.

Shoot the powder bag in advance and throw it at the place where the enemy is about to rush, this is a technical job, it is difficult to grasp, but there is no way, it can only be so, after all, the explosive bag is not a flowering bomb, and it can be scattered over a large area with shrapnel.

Set the angle in advance, Yan Mingde used experience to estimate the timing, and launched it at the best shooting distance of the thunder, killing and injuring the Qing army as much as possible, so as to repel it, which was the plan of the Kuizhou army.

First the Shenwei cannon, then the thunder, then the killing bullet waiting, and finally the bird salvo, such a process, no matter how strong the cavalry is, there will be dizzy, and there are very few fish that have slipped through the net.

The bitter fruit that Nikam tasted, Dorgon had to taste again.

Ye Chen controlled the reins with one hand, and looked at the explosive bag flying in the air suspiciously, these things like the cover roll did not have the momentum of an iron bullet, and the speed was much slower, and it seemed that it would not break the head and bleed when it hit a person, I don't know what it is.

Sun Long and the others in the back saw it, they recognized the goods, and they "groaned" in their hearts, and secretly screamed that it was not good.

It's too late to say anything. Two rows of walls of smoke and fire were erected in front of Ye Chen and the national pillars, and the smoke was swirling, shaking in all directions like a tidal wave, and the violent shock wave swept all the people and horses within a radius of dozens of zhang into it, kneading and ravaging it, and then tearing it to pieces.

The whole ground was shaking, different from the Shenwei cannon just now, the explosion of thousands of catties of explosives caused a small earthquake, even though there were many people in the Han army formation two miles away were shaken to the ground and fell to the ground, the thunder-like loud sound can destroy everyone's ears, and the strong wind is blowing in the face, like a huge wave.

Ye Chen only felt that it was dark in front of him, and a huge force like a city hammer tore him off his horse and threw it into the sky, his body of more than a hundred catties fluttered like leaves, and there was nowhere to focus, he grabbed in fright, but he couldn't catch anything, and he didn't even know where the flying axe in his hand fell.

Immediately afterwards, a sharp pain came from below his chest, and he fainted in an instant, and the whole person flew upside down several feet away, fell to the ground, broke in half, and died.

The cavalry brigade, which was not afraid of death, was hit by this explosion, stopped in front of the Ming army, and could not advance an inch, and the explosion effect of more than a dozen dozen pounds of explosives was comparable to a sandstorm and tornado, and the people who rushed in front were the same as Ye Chen, and they were blown into meat cakes by the flesh and blood, and those who were a little farther away were also shocked to the point of bleeding from their mouths and noses, and fell to the ground.

The horses were shocked, turned around and ran, no matter how the knights on the horse scolded and appeased, it was useless, and the indomitable cavalry became a laughing stock, but no one dared to laugh, the Han army in front and the Mongolian soldiers and Jurchen soldiers in the back were all wide-eyed, and looked at this feast of firearms in amazement.

Sun Long stopped pushing the cannon, and looked at the Thunder Slaughter Cavalry with a blank face, trembling all over, he saw very clearly, the Ming army only threw a dozen medicine packets, and made such a big movement, ordinary black powder, this kind of equivalent sense can not achieve this effect.

"Artifact! Artifact! Sun Long muttered, his lips squirmed, he put his hands on the red-clothed cannon, only to feel cold to the bone: "No wonder Nikan wants to be defeated, how can he not be defeated with this kind of play?" ”

He wanted to turn around and leave, but he couldn't take a step under his feet, and he was nailed to the spot, stunned.

Man Dahai pointed forward with one hand, his face was full of incredulity, his eyes were about to bulge out, his mouth was wide open, but no sound came out.

Dolgon, on the other hand, had a cold face as if he had eaten a fly, and his serious expression was that even the closest guards hadn't seen him for a long time, at this moment, he completely dispelled the idea of recruiting Wang Huan, and those with such firearms would surrender? How can it be!

Man Dahai twisted his neck with difficulty, his body was stiff and not very flexible, and he said to Dolgon with a white face: "Imperial father, what should I do?" ”

"Keep rushing!" Dolgon gritted his teeth and said in an unvoiced voice, "Don't retreat!" Send the Chinese cavalry up to crush the Ming army! ”

In the next second, he roared: "If the Ming army artillery battalion doesn't die, we will definitely die!" ”

(End of chapter)