The lead was endowed with tremendous kinetic energy, and it burned red because of the great friction of the moment, and because the distance was relatively different from that of the raft, about half of the shells fell into the air, and smashed into the water with the scorching lead, stirring up a column of water more than two people high. Above the river, the mist was filled in an instant.

The rest of the lead fell on the raft, and at this moment, dozens of Jurchen soldiers were hit by the lead, and they were smashed in half on the spot, or a huge hole was opened in the front of the body. The severed limbs instantly became charred, the skeletal muscles and skin and internal organs were scorched, and there was not even a trace of blood, and the whole person didn't even scream, and the limbs flew into the sky.

The lead was still inexhaustible, and two or three people were stoned to death in a row, and this was when it fell on the raft.

Four or five huge rafts were directly hit by lead, and these rafts were made of ropes tied to large logs, and the parts that were hit were smashed on the spot, revealing a large hole, from which the river immediately gushed out. The ropes that bound the big logs also crumbled, and even when they fell apart, the raft became a pile of loose logs. The Jurchen soldiers screamed, some cleverly hugged the wood around them, and some were caught off guard, and were swallowed by the river when they paid their respects directly, and they bubbled up twice in the turbulent river, and then disappeared.

This round of shelling caused at least 200 casualties among the Jurchens, and few of them were directly killed, most of them fell into the water and drowned.

The Jurchens were completely frightened by something they had never seen before, capable of emitting fire and loud noises that brought them death, and they were completely stupid. All the surviving Jurchens stood stunned, staring blankly at the robes whose bodies had been torn apart by the shells, listening to their miserable and short cries, looking at their limbs splashing everywhere, the blood splattered in the air, and their eyes showed extreme fear and despair.

Then they erupted into screams of fear, some soldiers kept running in the limited space of the raft, some knelt on the ground, kowtowed repeatedly, praying for God's protection, and some soldiers, gritting their teeth, jumped directly into the water. The vanguard of the entire Jurchen army was suddenly in chaos.

A Jurchen soldier screamed, "This is the devil! It's something that only exists in hell. ”

This phenomenon is not surprising.

The Ming Dynasty had abolished firearms decades ago, and had been at war with these evil neighbors for decades, and the Jurchens had never seen such a thing as firearms, and they generally believed in ghosts and gods, so it was inevitable that artillery could breathe fire, make loud noises, and cause a lot of casualties as evil ghosts.

Think about the Opium War, when the ironclad ships of the great powers knocked on the door of the country, and the Qing troops who had rotted to the root saw how they panicked when they saw the muskets and artillery, you can understand the current Jurchens. At that time, the Qing army even tried to break the so-called demon law by splashing black dog blood and throwing dirty cloths from women's menstrual affairs on muskets...... If you fall behind, you will be beaten, and this saying is not bad at all.

When he heard the rumbling cannon, Amin's face changed, and when he saw the white smoke rising from the muzzle of the cannon and the cannonballs falling on the raft on the river, he couldn't help but exclaim: "Artillery? This is the artillery of the Ming Dynasty? ”

"Artillery? What is this? Erle and Ze asked with wide eyes.

The surrounding ethnic minorities originally relied on archery and horses, and the Ming Dynasty also abolished firearms for decades, and decades of time were enough for a generation to grow up.

Zilharang's face also changed, like a person of his age, he had never seen artillery, but he dabbled in group books, but he had seen it in the classics, he was not sure in his heart, and he looked at Fortitude, only to see that Fortitude was also ugly: "How can this be?" How can Daming still have firearms? Haven't they all been out of firearms for decades? ”

Zilharang's heart sank suddenly.

After firing one round, the gunners hurriedly pushed out the hot and white smoke Zi Gong, and then re-advanced the Zi Gong, and the second round of fire came.

Another volley took the lives of hundreds of Jurchen soldiers, but it also made the remaining Jurchen soldiers even more frightened, and many of them knelt on the raft, crying and shouting loudly.

These elite soldiers and fierce generals were already frightened by this thunderous artillery bombardment.

The sound of artillery also woke up the Jurchen high-level, and Amin said quickly: "General, give the order to advance!" Nothing else, just move forward! I've read the classics, and the artillery can't fire a few shots, and if it is too many times, it will explode! ”

Fortitude looked at him deeply and understood what he meant.

Rafts are no better than boats, and it is difficult to control the direction, especially in this turbulent river, they all follow the direction of the river, slightly dial, and use their strength to go south, so it is impossible to turn around and go back in a short time.

Gang Yi shouted: "Pass the order, this is just a weapon of the Ming army, not a demon law, so that the brothers are calm!" If there are any more people who shout and scream, kill! ”

The resolute order effectively curbed the fear of the Jurchen soldiers, and they had blind trust in their tribal leader, who was also a great general.

When the Overseer cut off the heads of dozens of soldiers who were shouting like crazy, the crying and shouting among the Jurchens finally became low.

Although they were still shivering on the raft, at least they were not panicking. And the oarsmen began to paddle hard, getting closer and closer to the south bank.

The gunners kept repeating the same movements, retreating, mounting, calibrating, ignition, and watering. The psychological excitement of killing and the physical exertion made them sweat profusely, but there was a bloodthirsty light in their eyes.

It's so painful to slaughter the Jurchen Tartars like this!

Shells continued to fall on the rafts in the middle of the river, smashing on the Jurchens, causing huge casualties.

In just five minutes, all the Franc cannons fired seven shells.

And each Franc cannon is equipped with only seven guns.

Seven salvos and 1,400 lead shells weighing 529 yuan brought more than 1,500 casualties to the Jurchens.

The numbers don't seem very large, but don't forget that these were casualties that occurred before the Jurchens had even crossed the river.

On the city wall of Xishenwei, the officers of the Jingwei and Shenwu Right Guards were dumbfounded.

Today, Lian Zining ordered all of them to come to the city wall to watch the battle, originally for the sniper battle on the river between Wu Yijun and the Jurchens, these people did not report any hope - the Jurchens are so powerful, you thousands of people go over, isn't it a mantis arm as a car? Some of the upright generals simply advised Lian Zining that it would be better to use the already insufficient troops on the city wall, Lian Zining just laughed and said that everyone would see when the time came.

At this time, they knew where Lian Zining's confidence came from! Where did the pride and confidence on the faces of these soldiers and officers of the Wuyi Army come from at that time!

Uncle Wu Yi said that he could defend Xishenwei, and it was not unfounded!

Firearms have been cut off in the Ming Dynasty for decades, so that except for a few veterans, other officers have never seen it, and at this time, when they heard the earth-shaking rumbling sound, saw the flames spraying out of the muzzle of the cannon and the Jurchens who were constantly killed and wounded, their hearts were full of shock.

Chen Dakang was also surprised in his heart, when he fought side by side with Lian Zining, there were only a few hundred muskets in Wu Yi's army, but he didn't expect that it would grow to the point in less than a year!

The speed of Wu Yijun's development is amazing.

None of them spoke, they were already immersed in the power of firearms.

At this time, the advance of the Jurchen army had reached more than 200 meters away.

And the Franc machine has already run out of shells.

Xiong Tingbi said in a deep voice: "Cannon! Ready, firecracker! ”

"Yes!"

The order was passed down, and the gunners hurriedly packed up their things and pushed the cart to leave. Next to the three earthen walls, there were horse paths to go down, and they pushed the cart and got off the earthen wall and ran towards the city gate.

After the previous seven rounds of shelling, seeing those demon weapons dumb fire, those Jurchen soldiers had settled down in their hearts, and the previous fear and despair had turned into killing intent after being annoyed and angry.

But they were stunned to find that they had fled as they were holding back their strength to get close to the enemy who had killed them.

Some soldiers with long sticks in their hands came to the front.

How? Did the soldiers of the Ming Dynasty use sticks?

The Jurchen soldiers let out a burst of laughter.

But soon they couldn't laugh anymore.

One hundred and eighty meters!

The musketeers all raised their flintlock pistols, their ammunition already filled, their hands on the triggers, their eyes on the spot.

One hundred and fifty meters.

This is already a fairly sure range for flintlock pistols!

Xiong Tingbi said slowly: "First row, launch!" ”

The order was transmitted, and the two hundred and sixty musketeers in the first row calmly pulled the trigger.

The crisp sound of gunfire resounded through the heavens and the earth, and those Jurchen soldiers only saw a cluster of fire coming out of the burning sticks in the hands of the Ming army on the opposite side, and then saw a cluster of blood flowers on the chest and thigh of the robe beside them, lying on the ground, some died directly, and some were groaning loudly and screaming in pain.

Some were particularly unlucky, they were hit in the head, their heads were shattered, and the red and white splashed the soldiers next to them.

"What is this?" The faces of the Jurchen soldiers were full of horror and panic.

They understood that this must be a new weapon of the Ming army, and they couldn't help but secretly complain, who is the Ming army on the other side, and why are there so many new tricks?

The military heart of the Jurchens, who had just calmed down, floated again.

Gangyi and the others looked at all this coldly, and they were unmoved except that their faces were slightly ugly.

They are all outstanding people, and they can all see it clearly at the moment, the Ming army on the opposite side is quite difficult, and it is impossible to cross the river safely and reach the Xishen Acropolis without paying some price. Now that he has been released, he naturally doesn't care much about casualties, and for generals, soldiers are just a number in their eyes.

It was the army on the shore that also cast a shadow on their hearts, and the easy battle they expected seemed to be not like that!

"Is this a firebolt? I've seen it in the books of the Ming people. Amin muttered, frowning again: "No, the range of the bird gun is only sixty steps, and now it is more than a hundred steps, is this a firearm newly developed by the Ming Court?" But no, if it had been studied a long time ago, why didn't you use it when you met with us before? ”

Erle and Ze slammed his fist viciously on the guardrail beside him, and said angrily: "This is our bed crossbow or something, or can he be rampant?" ”

Zilharang glared at him, and said nonsense, you can't take these things away when you escape from Xishenwei, if you don't burn them, will you leave them to the Ming army? He said: "General, I think, it may be that this army is the only one in the Ming army that has firearms. ”

Amin suddenly seemed to remember something, and exclaimed, "You mean? ”

"Not bad!" Zilharang met the inquiring gaze of Resolute and asked: "A while ago, the general ordered me to collect news about the Ming army, and I accidentally saw that it was said that the Ming court recently had an army called the Wuyi Army, which became famous, and was famous for being good at using firearms, and was famous in the Ming Kingdom. A while ago, it was said that they went to Fusang, but they found the jade seal of the first emperor, and Lian Zining, the commander of the Wu Yi army, was also given the title of Earl Wu Yi. I guess that the Ming army on the opposite side should be the people of Wu Yijun. ”

"Wu Yijun?" Resolute muttered, and a cold light flashed in his eyes.

The battle or the unilateral slaughter did not stop, the wooden rafts of the Jurchen soldiers continued to drift south, and after the musketeers on the first earthen wall finished shooting, Xiong Tingbi gave another order, and the second firecrackers on the earthen wall fired, and then the third.

By the time the third shot was finished, the musketeers on the first earthen wall had already skillfully loaded their ammunition, compacted them with a strip, raised their guns again, and pulled the trigger.

In this way, it has the effect of three blows, and the firepower is endless, which is far better than shooting all at once. Although firing together can form an unusually dense firepower, it will also cause a waste of ammunition and a firepower vacuum after shooting, and the enemy may be able to take advantage of this time to run over.

And the purpose of building these three-story earthen walls is also for this, which can be aimed and shot more effectively, with a wider line of sight and a more casual shooting angle.

The Jurchen soldiers were all clustered on the raft, so the musketeers were not aiming at people, but at the crowd on the raft.

The drifting speed of the raft was far slower than the speed of a person running on the road, and five minutes had passed since Xiong Tingbi gave the order to shoot, and with the rate of fire of the flintlock pistol from five rounds in two minutes to three rounds in one minute, five minutes was enough time for each musketoner to fire twelve to fifteen buckshots.

Seven hundred households, seven hundred and eighty-four musketeers, fired nearly 10,000 buckshots.

These 10,000 lead bullets caused casualties of at least 5,000 Jurchen soldiers - the cotton armor on their bodies had excellent protection against the original firecrackers and bows and arrows, but in the face of the new flintlock pistols that could shoot dented steel targets, it was a bit insufficient, and as long as they were hit, they were basically either killed or wounded.

And the Jurchen soldiers could only watch the robes around them continue to die, and their only hope was that the guns would not fall on them the next moment.

The Jurchen raft at the front was still more than ten steps away from the shore, and some Jurchen soldiers had even begun to climb the edge of the raft and prepare to go into the water and wade ashore.

Xiong Tingbi didn't love to fight, seeing this scene, he ordered: "First row, withdraw!" ”

Without saying a word, the musketeers immediately obeyed the order, withdrew along the road, and ran in the direction of the city gate.

Then came the second row, and finally, Xiong Tingbi took the third row of firecrackers to get off the earthen wall in a hurry and ran towards the city gate.

At this time, the Jurchens had just struggled to get ashore, and they had to watch those Ming soldiers leave, and their eyes seemed to be on fire.

"The commander is cunning, the generals are not greedy for merit, and the soldiers are well-trained!" Amin sighed: "General, some of us fought this time. ”

Resolute and composed, without saying a word.

―――――― the dividing line―――――― the musketeers in charge of the sniper along the river were safely withdrawn to the Acropolis of Xishen.

Xiong Tingbi went up to the city wall, knelt down on one knee, and said loudly to Lian Zining: "My lord, I am fortunate to be dishonored!" This time, the sniper on the riverside killed at least 5,000 Jurchens, and our army did not suffer any casualties! ”

Lian Zining glanced at the other officers around him, laughed a long time, stepped forward to help Xiong Tingbi and said, "Good job!" ”

He turned around and shouted, "Come on! Reward Xiong Qianhu with 500 taels of silver, 50 taels of gold, and 3 East Pearls! ”

"Yes, sir!" After a while, a soldier held a tray in his hand, which was filled with a small gold bar of a finger length and two huge eastern pearls the size of longan. The two soldiers in the back each held a large box in their hands, and when they opened it, they were small silver ingots.

Xiong Tingbi didn't shirk either, and said, "Thank you!" ”

The surrounding officers all showed envious and surprised looks in their eyes, and it was the first time they had seen the bold skills of this Uncle Wu Yi, and they, the thousand-level officers, could also get some benefits in the Jingwei, but unless there were other sources of wealth, such as Wang Qianhu who had been with Lian Zining Liangzi and sold illicit salt, otherwise the family property would only be more than a thousand taels.

It's not enough to pay for this reward.

Lian Zining helped Xiong Tingbi up, and said: "Pass the order, all the non-commissioned officers who participated in the battle just now will be rewarded with five taels of silver each!" ”

The order was passed down, and after a while, the city remembered a mountain shouting and a tsunami of cheers.

The other officers were also excited, feeling that they would definitely not be able to stand the disadvantage if they followed this Lord Lian.

A smile appeared at the corner of Lian Zining's mouth, and next, it was time to look at Shi Dazhu.

These Jurchen Tartars don't know what stands in their way.

(To be continued)