Although the Jurchen cavalry left the horses, the speed of running was also first-class, and they were close to the range of bows and arrows when they charged, and the soldiers at the front had already begun to draw their bows and arrows, and they estimated the distance, ready to fire arrows at the head of the city at any time, and taught the rampant gunners a lesson.

"Bang."

"Bang."

"Bang."

……

Before the Jurchen soldiers' arrows could be fired, they fell closest to the range of their bows and arrows.

Compared to the cavalry, the infantry was much slower and was exactly the target of the flintlock pistol.

The soldiers who were not dead were lying on the ground, and they were still looking up at the city, at the flintlock pistol, at the person with the flintlock pistol, and they all wrote the word "unwilling" in their pupils that were larger than the eyes of horses#.

Infantry were much more agile than horses, and it was easier for them to avoid corpses on the ground.

The soldiers in the back did not hesitate, they jumped over the corpse, or directly bypassed the corpse, the range of the bow and arrow was sixty paces, which was their biggest goal.

Jurchen soldiers, brave and fearless, one after the other.

But these valiant soldiers all fell sixty to a hundred paces below the city, just outside the range of their bows and arrows.

The corpses on the ground were piled higher and higher, and in the small space directly in front of the ladder, the corpses had been piled up to half a human height, and it was no longer possible to get through the gaps in the corpses, and the Jurchen soldiers began to climb over the piles of corpses.

Geeta had been at the back of the line, watching his soldiers fall close to the range of his bow and arrow, and he gritted his teeth with hatred, and he wished to rush to the front of the line and personally lead his warriors through the flintlock muskets.

But he was the supreme commander of this army, and in the face of death, he could only follow closely at the back of the ranks.

"Ah......h

Geeta had reached the edge of the pile of corpses, and when he saw the corpses all over the ground, piled up like a hillock, he was so shocked that his eyeballs almost fell.

The corpses were piled up like a knoll, and the living soldiers crawled slowly on the knoll, as difficult as climbing Mount Everest.

"It's not good, the firepower of the Ming army is too strong, hurry up and retreat."

Geeta found out too late, and the soldiers on the "knoll" would not be able to withdraw at all for a while, and besides, they were all within range of the flintlock pistol, including Geeta herself.

Geeta had long been eager to rush to the front, and when he came to the edge of the corpse pile, he didn't know that this was already the normal range of the flintlock pistol, and he was holding a scimitar and constantly giving orders, as if he was commanding the battle, and he had long been targeted by the gunners of the Ming army.

"Bang."

A flintlock bullet, burrowed through Geeta's forehead, remained inside his skull.

The scimitar in Geeta's hand slammed to the ground, and the sound in her mouth was suddenly interrupted, as if it was stuck in a fish bone.

His body shook twice, and his eyes suddenly drifted, and faster than his eyes were scattered, his consciousness quickly faded.

"Smack!"

Geeta tilted to the left and fell on top of the pile of corpses, the "hillock" gaining another half a foot.

"Oh no, I'm really hurt."

The Jurchen soldiers on the left noticed that Gita had fallen and tried to come and pick him up, but the gunmen wouldn't allow them to do so.

The Ming troops at the head of the city were completely numb, and their eyes were only squirming Jurchen soldiers, their hands mechanically repeating the same movements: loading, aiming, shooting.

Until Du Wenhuan shouted: "Stop shooting." ”

The gunners' eyes moved to the perimeter of the "hill".

The Jurchen soldiers had all fallen to the ground, and there were no more soldiers who turned over and rolled, they could only call in weak voices, and their weakness was like not eating roast mutton for three days and not drinking mare's milk wine for five days.

A cavalryman of Jiala, half an hour.

Mang Gurtai was crazy, and he said in a hoarse voice: "Dan Tiqing, four ladders from the left, Hulus, four ladders from the right, attack the city with all your might." ”

He released all the main forces, and the Jurchens fought and never left behind, and he wanted to take advantage of the large number of people to get as close to the city gate as possible.

Mang Gurtai made the final bet, and with the addition of the previous army, he had already lost sixty or seventy percent of his cavalry, and this was the first head-to-head confrontation between him and the Ming army, and perhaps the last.

"Da Da Da ......"

Nearly 3,000 war horses and more than 10,000 horses' hooves hit the ground, beating the hearts of every Ming soldier like a big drum.

The gunners of the Ming army at the head of the city had never seen so many cavalrymen, and the oncoming cold wind, mixed with the sound of "dong dong", they were so nervous that they held their breath, and held the flintlock pistol tightly with both hands, for fear that they would accidentally have a cold war and be shocked by the sound of "dong dong" to drop the weapons in their hands.

"Boom...... Long ......"

"Boom...... Long ......"

"Boom...... Long ......"

……

Flowering bullets drew graceful arcs, whistling over the heads of the gunners and scattered among the Jurchen cavalry.

There were too many cavalry, and the sporadic flowering shells only stirred up patches of blood-red waves in the middle.

But the area where the flowering bomb exploded would stop the Jurchen cavalry for a moment, and the cavalry's formation gradually dispersed.

In this dense crowd, the tiger cannon exerted its greatest power, the gunners did not need to aim at all, every solid bullet landed, they would jump and roll forward, sweeping the men and horses in a straight line in front of them, until they came to a complete stop.

The overturned cavalry became an obstacle to the advance of other cavalry, and the number of indirect injuries caused by the collision was far greater than the number of cavalry directly hit by solid bullets.

Mang Gurtai took the last hundred horsemen, followed far behind the cavalry, although the casualties were heavy, but none of the cavalry fled, which made him very satisfied, the combat effectiveness of the blue banner has always been his pride and dependence.

From a thousand steps away, to a distance of two or three hundred steps, the cavalry's attack was only a matter of moments, although the Ming army's muzzles were properly adjusted, but only three waves were fired, and the cavalry entered the blind spot of artillery.

"Finally into the blind spot of artillery!" Mang Gurtai let out a sigh of relief, and he followed in the footsteps of the cavalry, and before he knew it, he had stepped into a place less than a thousand paces from the city wall.

The flowering shells stopped firing for the time being, and only the Tiger Cannon was still spewing blood-red flames.

The front part of the Jurchen cavalry had already reached the area of a hundred paces of the city wall.

The cavalry of the Dantiqing Division on the left had already dismounted and were ready to pick up the ladder that had been thrown on the ground.

"Bang."

"Bang."

"Bang."

……

The flintlock pistols had long been aimed at this area, and the dozens of Jurchen soldiers who had just approached the ladder all fell in front of the ladder.

Dan Tiqing came to the front from the back of the line, his soldiers had completely stopped, there was no ladder, the soldiers could not attack the city, and they would only be beaten in vain if they approached the city wall.

He looked at the head of the city, where the gunners of the Ming army were lying on the wall of their daughters like rocks, and the muzzles of their flintlock pistols were aimed at the city.

"When the sword and shield soldiers dismount, they must lean the ladder against the wall, and the archers shoot arrows in front to cover the sword and shield soldiers behind." He let it go: "As long as we can kill the head of the city, the Ming Dynasty tofu army will collapse, the first person to kill the head of the city, reward a hundred cows, a thousand sheep, the most beautiful Han woman in the city, let him choose ten." ”

"Kill! The Han woman is mine. ”

Hundreds of archers burst out of formation, abandoning the ladder in front of them and shouting directly at the wall, their bows and arrows would only work if they came within sixty paces of range.

The Ming army's flintlock pistols also abandoned the ladder, and the target was replaced by this cavalry.

The gunners at the head of the city, which originally had a thousand men in each platoon, were now divided into two groups, half of them were to deal with the cavalry of Hulus, and only half of the gunners were shooting at this group of cavalry, and there were only five hundred gunners in each row.

The cavalry in front fell from their horses, which did not affect the cavalry behind in the slightest, with the temptation of cattle, sheep and women, and the fact that they were about to enter the range of bows and arrows, the Jurchen archers gasped one by one, staring at blood-red eyes, so that they would not care about the wounded soldiers on the ground.

The bullets of the flintlock pistols, like locusts, poured down from the city, and the Jurchen soldiers who were shot were often shot several times, and it was difficult for them to survive even if they were not trampled by horses.

The horse is like flying, and the speed of the bullet is even better.

The Jurchen cavalry was a column, the front of the shock was not wide, the five hundred gunners in the city did not fire a salvo, they took turns firing, on a relatively narrow front, the interval between bullets was smaller, and in front of the Jurchen cavalry, the intertwined network of fire was more dense.

The soldiers who fell from their horses did not need to repair their guns, and they were all trampled to death by the war horses behind, and there were more and more ownerless war horses.

Dan Tiqing's heart had long been raised to his throat, and he was about to enter the range of the bow and arrow, but he just couldn't step over this hurdle.

He looked to his right, where all the soldiers of Hulus had dismounted and began to climb the ladder towards the city.

"Geeta, this waste, if he had leaned the ladder against the wall, we should have attacked the city as well." Dan Tiqing cursed as he urged the soldiers: "Hurry, hurry, if the people of Hulus go to the city first, you will have nothing." ”

Speaking of rewards - cattle, sheep and women, the Jurchen cavalry was like a duck's blood, and they went on a rampage one by one.

"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh......"

A small group of Jurchen archers finally broke through the blockade of the flintlock pistols and entered the long-awaited range of bows and arrows, and without hesitation, they shot the arrows in their hands at the head of the city, and pulled out new arrows from the quiver behind them and put them on the bowstring.

They are all under the city, and they have just entered the range of bows and arrows, so they can only use the method of throwing arrows to the city, and the hit rate is not high.

"Woo-la-la-......"

With the help of gravity, the arrow fell straight from the sky, brutally piercing the arms and shoulders of the Ming soldiers, and an arrow landed directly on the head of a soldier, piercing the skull from the Parkway.

The wounded soldier covered his wounds with his hands, grinned and retreated to the city to be bandaged.

With the casualties, the Ming gunners became nervous, and they kept moving their positions to dodge the arrows falling from the sky.

Seeing the arrows falling from the sky, Du Wenhuan frowned, and he approached the battlement of the daughter wall and looked down at the city.

Only a few dozen cavalrymen entered the range of the bow and arrow, and the rest of the cavalry were still blocked by flintlock pistols from the range of the bow and arrow.

Du Wenhuan was furious: "Don't dodge the arrows, the gunners on the left concentrate their firepower to eliminate these Jiannu, and the gunners on the right continue to intercept the Jiannu cavalry behind." ”