"Put!"

The number of infantry following up behind Zhu Jiajun has reached a higher level, and regardless of whether they are aiming or not, they are firing in such a dense straight line anyway. Ten shots can only hit one Qing army, and it is also earned.

What is needed is fire suppression, so that the Qing army on the opposite side does not even have the courage and time to release arrows.

For a while, in the position of the Zhu Jiajun, a large white smoke rose, and even if the cold wind came one after another, it could not blow the smoke away immediately. Because there are too many soldiers of the Zhu family army who are shooting at the same time and one after another.

Through the smoke, the people of the Zhu family army could see the various beings of the Qing soldiers over there.

I saw that in the base camp of the Qing army over there, it was completely blinded by bullets like a rain of bullets.

On the ground were the corpses of countless Qing and Mongol soldiers, and the remnants of them were scurrying around with their heads in their hands, trying to find a place to hide. The formation is completely out of shape!

Zhu Zilong laughed out loud: "Happy, happy, keep firing for me, don't stop!" ”

At this moment, there is no suspense in the battle between the two sides, and the hot weapon against the cold weapon has lost the opportunity, and the hot weapon has lost the opportunity, so that the hot weapon will not stop attacking, it is simply the beginning of the slaughter.

In the base camp of the Qing army, countless soldiers knocked over the platoon commanders of the Zhu family army to the ground one by one, like rats scurrying around, chaotic into a pot of porridge.

No matter how many layers of armor you wear, you can't bring protection to yourself, and this huge sense of fear will collapse anyone. No matter how strong the Qing army is, it is still a human being, a human being is a flesh and blood body, and a flesh and blood body will be afraid!

Abatai, who was standing a little further back, looked at his soldiers in front of him with a loss of concentration.

One by one, the warriors of the Qing Dynasty fell on a pool of blood, but they could not advance an inch.

The gunpowder gun of the Ming army on the opposite side is so sharp? Not to mention, it also has a strong armor-piercing ability, and it can continue to hit in cold weather?

All of this completely overlays Abatai's three perceptions.

Looking at the warriors on the street, his heart was like a knife. It's over, and my flag is a big injury.

God knows how difficult it is to replenish the warriors in the banner, these soldiers who have accompanied him across the Ming Dynasty, but now they are meaninglessly lost in this nameless place, slaughtered like pigs.

At this time, Abatai clung to the reins of his horse, and he very much wanted to order all the Qing troops to press down.

Use actions to tell those Ming troops on the other side that the warriors of the Great Qing Kingdom are not easy to mess with! But reason told him that he couldn't do this, or he might be wiped out!

The henchmen behind him also stared blankly at the battle situation in front of him, the warriors in the flag fell one by one, and the distance of 100 meters between the two sides seemed to be a forbidden area for life.

Why? Why? Why?

Just when the Qing army officers lost their minds, an even more ironic reality was that they did not seem to have seen anyone die in the Ming army on the other side.

Under the great suppression, the Zhu family army has fought so far, not a single soldier has died, at most dozens of people have been slightly injured, and one person has fallen down while running.

Ha!

Suddenly discovered this, so that the remaining Qing army and Mongolian soldiers felt a huge contrast, and their faces were shocked. Many people are pale, full of fear, and no longer have the arrogance of the past.

On the other side, it was simply a heavenly soldier descending, and in the battle of nearly 10,000 people on both sides, there were heavy casualties on both sides, but no one on the other side really died, at most they were slightly injured. How can this battle continue?

How is there a chance of winning?

And so, a strange scene happened. The command post in the rear of the Qing army's base camp, all the allotted and allocated to Shiku, were silent, lest they would be seen by Lord Abatai and sent to death.

When Abatai's heart was very entangled, the battle situation ahead did not decrease in temperature at all.

It's even getting even better!

Because of the artillery regiment of the Zhu family's army, with the help of Qin Liangyu's soldiers, dozens of people worked together to push a light Napoleon artillery forward. At a very fast speed, he followed, and he had already lined up his posture, just waiting for the fire to open and add fuel to the fire.

"Fire!" Wang Guodong, deputy commander of the artillery regiment, shouted.

In the next minute, a burst of artillery shells whistled, flashing dazzling firelight, and smashed into the depths of the Qing army's base camp.

One by one, the fiery iron balls swirled, like Pegasus Meteor Fists, emitting deadly white mist and sounds.

Despite the fact that the Napoleon cannon is light and small, it fires a shell slightly larger than an adult's fist. No matter what hits a human horse, the high-spinning iron ball will tear it out of a huge blood hole, and there is no reason to live.

Even if the shells are bouncing and rolling on the hard ground, as long as they are hit, most of them will not die, but the injuries are terrible. It's better to live than to die!

A cannonball directly smashed the head of a Qing army, and his body in three layers of heavy armor was not much stronger than the paper paste. The headless neck shot out large strands of blood like a fountain, and his body writhed desperately, which was shocking!

The other iron ball directly knocked a huge blood hole into the body of a war horse, and the war horse neighed, and a horse stumbled in front of it, directly throwing the knight on his back several meters away. One man and one horse died on the spot!

There was also an iron ball, rushing to the front of a Qing army vest, the vest was fast, lightning-like, the iron ball did not hit the vital point, but smashed one of his right arms directly.

The soldier of the Qing army in the vest looked at the broken arm in disbelief, and the incomparable pain welled up in his heart, and then his eyes turned black, and he fainted to the right, and his life and death were unknown.

The rest of the dozens of shells, after rushing to the ground, rolled and jumped vigorously on the hard ground, jumping left and right, crackling fractures, killing and wounding countless Qing soldiers and Mongolian soldiers.

In the base camp of the Qing army, there was more and more chaos.

At this time, Wang Guodong's voice sounded again: "Open the cannon!" ”

With a loud bang, the gun carriage of each artillery involuntarily jumped back, a large stream of fire and smoke rose, and nearly a hundred cannonballs larger than a fist roared towards the Qing army.

In the base camp of the Qing army, a piece of flesh and blood flew one after another, and people or horses continued to fall to the ground, and people called horses neighing, like hell on earth.

Zhu Zilong nodded secretly, his gunners were much stronger under diligent training. And these artillery salvos bombarded, and sure enough, the power was greatly enhanced. It seems that some more can be cultivated!

"The engineer team and the recruit battalion are shotguns, and the big Franc and the small Franc are bombarded together, with artillery!" Ma Xiaosan shouted when he saw the situation behind him.

In the next minute, all the large and small guns of the Buddha Wolf machine with shotguns were neatly flattened, and dozens of black holes and muzzles stared at the Qing army's base camp viciously.

"Put!"

In the next second, it seemed that the whole earth trembled, and the deafening sound of cannons, coupled with the large and small cannons of the Buddha Wolf Machine loaded with shotguns, collectively spewed out a large stream of sharp gunpowder smoke and fire.

The sky full of flying iron pills enveloped the entire Qing army base camp, and the washing of cannonballs and shotguns began!

A salvo of artillery and shotgun is comparable to the close-range fire of thousands of powder guns. And the power is even more terrifying, densely packed with iron pellets as thick as a thumb or a little thumb as thick as a finger. Even if you lie down, you may be hit!

The end of the Qing army is coming! -

(To be continued.) )