Ibai's hand was still holding the jar and pouring the wine, but the jar in his hand had fallen to the ground.

The quality of the pottery jar burned in the Ming kiln is good, and it was not broken when it fell from his hand, but the wine in the altar spilled out, and it was sprinkled with the fragrance of wine everywhere.

However, when the altar fell, Ibai did not hear a sound, and his ears were still "buzzing" after the explosion.

He was lucky, in front of him, what should have been a wine cart surrounded by Mongolian people, now there was only a big hole left, and with this big hole as the center, the Mongolian corpse was in a mess, and fell to the ground in a radial shape.

The Mongolian people were originally good at wine, and the wine cart was filled with the strongest liquor of this era. They were lured by the smell of wine and crowded in front of the wine cart, and when the wine cart exploded, the result was inevitable.

And even more tragic, the wine juice splashed on the wine truck was also ignited by the explosion.

Although the temperature at which the liquor burned was not high, it was enough to ignite the clothes on these blind men, and the result was that the burning men were screaming and rolling.

Ibay could not hear any of these voices.

Yu Guozhen put down the binoculars: "Jinyiwei is still good, I found out the style of this Tartar, and if there are good things, they will rush up and grab them without military discipline." Unfortunately, we can't remotely control the explosion, so we can only estimate the speed at which they are moving to reserve the lead rope......"

"The petty official is already very accurate, if I arrange it, maybe I can only blow up that dead man."

The gunpowder hidden in the mezzanine of the wine cart weighed nearly 100 catties, and as long as it was closer, casualties were inevitable. Therefore, Yu Guozhen glanced at Tian Boguang: "Slap the sycophants!" ”

"Hey...... The mine that the petty official said last time, if only he could get it out, it would be good. Tian Boguang is not afraid of his scolding, in fact, among the guards, Tian Boguang is the one who is scolded more.

Yu Guozhen nodded, the key to the mine is still fire, in fact, at this time there were already mines in the Ming Dynasty, at the beginning of the dynasty Jiao Yu's "Fire Dragon Sutra", the word "mine" first appeared, and Qi Jiguang in Jizhou when the "steel wheel fire" mine, through the machine cable to ignite and detonate, improve the reliability of the mine.

However, at this time, the power of the mine was too small, and even if it was a steel wheel fire mine, its reliability was still limited, and Yu Guozhen did not really put it on the agenda.

Perhaps when Xinxiang's steel production goes up again, and when the research on flintlock muskets and mobile field artillery matures, he will transfer his limited research manpower to mines.

"The time is almost up, isn't it?" Tian Boguang asked.

"Well, get ready!"

Yu Guozhen nodded, although this time the explosives did not play the maximum role, but also caused great casualties to the enemy, after all, a cart of gunpowder was there, a Niu Lu more than 300 enemy soldiers, more than 100 were killed and injured, and the rest were either injured or stupid, it was a good time for the guards to attack.

However, to deal with these Mongolian people, Yu Guozhen is not ready to fight them immediately. Although his subordinates practiced riding diligently, and many of them practiced the outer eight-character Luo circle, there were still some gaps compared with the Mongolian people who grew up on horses.

What he likes the most is to use his strengths to avoid weaknesses and avoid reality, and use his strengths to attack the enemy's shortcomings.

A severed leg that had been blown off fell from mid-air and smashed into Ibai's shoulder.

It was only at this time that Ibai lowered his hand and woke up from the violent explosion just now. He relied on his identity and did not compete with ordinary Mongolian soldiers for wine, so he escaped, but the ordinary soldiers who surrounded the wine cart on the inner and outer three floors were not so lucky.

All the people around the car were killed, not to mention forty or fifty people, and those who were a little farther away were not spared, and nearly 100 people were either killed or seriously injured, which means that half of them lost their combat effectiveness.

On the periphery, either they didn't squeeze into the crowd, or they were already grabbing the wine, they were better, although they were all injured, and many of them were still seriously injured, which directly affected their combat ability, but they finally didn't have to worry about their lives.

To Ibai's surprise, Jiao Yubiao, who fell to the ground because of drunkenness, turned over at this time and looked around, and then lay down and fell asleep again. He was very close to the point of the explosion, but he was unharmed!

Ibai was a general of Jianyu, and he finally retired as a minister of parliament in the original history, and was awarded the title of first-class Ashani Hafan (baron), and after his death, he was given a nickname, and he was posthumously presented to the crown prince. Therefore, he is well aware of the situation he is facing.

"Hit the mark!"

This must be the cunning of the Ming people, the wine car was pierced with explosives for igniting artillery, and now he is dead and wounded, if he is the commander of the Ming army, he will definitely not let go of this opportunity!

His eyes raced to the left and right, shouting at the troops to sort out the array. But the sequelae caused by the big explosion just now were still there, and his own voice was extremely ethereal, and the Mongolian soldiers around him were even more dazed.

In addition to the confusion, there is also shock.

In addition to the Datong general soldier Wang Pu who dared to invite a battle and captured more than 1,000 people with superior troops, the generals of the Ming army almost did not dare to line up outside the city, let alone take the initiative to attack Jianyu! As for the matter of the head of Chao Pichang outside Xizhimen, in the eyes of the vast majority of Jianyu, it was not a big deal at all, and what was killed was just a newly surrendered minion who had no ability.

Therefore, they did not expect that someone would dare to attack them outside the plains!

Seeing Ibay dancing and shouting, they were stunned for a moment before they came to their senses, and then drew their weapons one after another.

Just then, they saw some people coming out of the woods.

There were more than one hundred and seventy of these people, arranged in three rows, all of them with firearms in their hands, scimitars pinned to their waists, and many of them with tasseled guns on their backs. They were not wearing the standard Mandarin Duck jackets of the Ming army, but strange yellow-green clothing, which made it difficult for them to be noticed when they hid in the forest.

"Akito!"

In addition to being dazed and shocked, these Tartars are not afraid, they are just a trick, which is equivalent to being bombarded by the Ming people with artillery, and this kind of thing is not unexperienced. Now that they understood what Ibai meant, they began to turn their horses' heads and rush towards the Akito who had come out of the southwest.

The Tartar spirits are good at riding and shooting, and their effective range can even reach fifty zhang, although not all of them can reach this, but their arrows can shoot the Ming army wearing paper armor at about thirty zhang. Therefore, when the Ming people, who were advancing in three rows, entered the forty zhang area, the Tartars had already adjusted their formation, and many of them had already drawn their bows and were waiting for Ibai's order to shoot arrows.

Ibai's order came as he slashed with his saber, and with the sound of a buzzing bowstring, dozens of arrows flew into the air, drawing a beautiful arc in the air, rising to the highest point, and then falling and swooping like meteors towards their respective targets.

But just as the humming bowstring fell, it was followed by the thumping of muskets.

"Although these wise men have cunning, they are a rabble after all!" Ibay's heart swelled.

He knew the power of the Ming people's firearms, and the Ming army at this time was probably the unit with the highest rate of firearms equipment in the entire world. However, the various firearms used by the Ming people have a common problem, that is, the range is not far enough and the power is insufficient. Within fifteen zhang is the best distance for them to really play a role, and in the case of not forming a formation, the musketeer allows the opponent to enter his range of fifteen zhang, especially when the opponent is a cavalry, the end is bound to be tragic.

Therefore, the two sides were more than 30 zhang apart, and the Ming people on the opposite side opened fire, which only proved that they were timid and untrained.

"Ready—huh?"

Ibay was about to give the order to shoot another round, when he drove his horse forward, crushing and killing this group of bold men, when suddenly he felt a shock to his body, as if he had been pushed by a strong force, and he fell backwards, and almost fell off his horse. He looked down at the place where he felt being pushed, and the iron armor on his body, at the chest, appeared a gap.

He was a famous warrior with two layers of armor on his body!

But that's it, in the mouth of his chest and abdomen, there are still blood stains, and more than 30 zhang apart, Mingren's musket can actually penetrate two layers of iron armor?

This discovery made Ibai swallow back the order to his lips, and beside him, his subordinates fell one after another, and more than a dozen people were killed!

The aiming system of Hu Weiyi is produced and corrected with standardization, and a very important item in the training of the family guard is how to correct the cover door and front sight for aiming by themselves. The elementary geometry content in the night school of the home guard came in handy at this time, and the principle of three points and one line, every qualified home guard can recite it well.

Therefore, in the hands of the guards, under a relatively good battlefield environment, the shooting hit rate of Hu Weiyi reached nearly 30%.

After finishing the shooting, the guards in the first row stopped, they took out the strip, cleaned the barrel in the shortest possible time, and then bit the bottom of the paper-wrapped cartridge, stuffed the fixed paper-wrapped cartridge into the chamber, and compacted it with the strip.

Behind them, the second platoon had already stepped forward automatically, starting to aim and shoot. After another round of gunshots, this time the Mongolian people had already reacted and dodged with the body of the horse, so the hit rate was not as good as the previous round, and less than ten people fell off the horse.

Then the third row continued to advance, and at this moment the first row had completed their preparations and began to move forward to prepare for a new round of launches.

Yu Guozhen is quite satisfied with this, and after a lot of training, the guards have mastered the rhythm of rotation very well. In fact, he found that the most suitable method of round shooting was not the so-called "three-stage shot" of the Japanese people, nor the four-round shooting proposed by Qi Jiguang, but the five-round shooting. In this way, the interval between shots can be reduced to a minimum, basically every six to eight seconds, a row of bullets is fired, and the fire barrier formed in front of the military formation is not afraid of even the close impact of a few cavalry.

It's just that now there are few people, and he can only push about three rounds of shooting, and that's it, he can also guarantee that there will be a row of shots in about ten to twelve seconds, and under the rolling shots, only two rounds, the Mongolian warriors brought by Ibay have fallen more than forty people.

This loss was enough to shake the will of the general army to resist.

(To be continued)