"Ezhen, the Mandate of Heaven Khan can't defeat Qiantun, can we, the people, capture Qiantun?" Ulie didn't want to dampen Baksh's confidence, but he wanted Bakash to face reality.

"Wulie, even if I can't capture Qiantun, I will kill a hundred Ming troops and avenge the missing Niu Lu, no, a hundred is far from enough, the soldiers of the Dajin Kingdom are precious, I will kill a thousand, ten thousand Ming troops."

“……”

"Wu Lie, if you don't attack Qiantun, if you can't kill a large number of Ming troops, how do you think the banner master will punish me?" Speaking of the banner master, the courage that Baksh had just gathered quickly faded, and the mare's milk wine in his hand lost its former taste.

Wu Lie sighed deeply: "Ezhen, they were just ambushed by the Ming army when they were on patrol, they didn't die on the battlefield against the Ming army, and there was nothing wrong with the Ezhen soldiers for their disappearance." ”

"No, they are my Niulu, this is not only the shame of the red flag, but also the shame of the Dajin Kingdom, besides, there is also a Mongolian Niulu......" Bakshi's eyes were bloodshot because of anxiety, "The banner master will kill me, my family will be humiliated because of me, and they will become slaves of others." ”

Ureh couldn't find any words to comfort Bakesh, and after a long time, he only said, "Maybe things aren't as bad as we thought......"

By noon, Baksh was already approaching Qiantun.

"Jiannu's cavalry came fast enough, and soon after the message of 'Hai Dongqing' arrived, they came." Yuan Chonghuan had a faint expectation that this was the first time he had commanded soldiers to face off against Jiannu in the field.

Bakshi also found the first army on the opposite side: "These Ming troops have simply eaten bad medicine, and they don't want good city walls, but they are in position in the field." He was glad that his family might not have to be slaves to others.

The number of the Ming army seemed to be more than them, but Bakshi directly ignored the number of the Ming army, and these tofu troops, no matter how much, would let his soldiers shoot a few more arrows and swing a few more scimitars.

The Ming army was still the first brigade of Li Xing, and the Chinese army was 1,500 soldiers, which were divided into three platoons of 500 each; The three hundred soldiers in the back, all sabers, guarded around the artillery; There were six hundred cavalry on each side, and if Jiannu's soldiers broke through the flintlock formation, these cavalry had to protect the infantry in the middle and fight directly with Jiannu's cavalry.

Jiannu came to a complete halt about two thousand paces in front of the Ming army, and Bakshi sat on the big black horse and pointed for a while.

Jiannu's five Niu Lu immediately adjusted their formation, the Han army Niu Lu was on the left, the Mongolian Niu Lu was on the right, and two columns rushed towards the Ming army's position like flying, and behind them, there were three Jurchen Niu Lu.

"The military seat, the one in front seems to be a Han person." Li Xing has always stood by Yuan Chonghuan's side.

Yuan Chonghuan carefully observed for a while, "Looking at the costumes, they look like Han people, but since they raised their butcher knives at us, they are our enemies." Although they have the blood of the Han people in their bodies, from the moment they joined Jiannu, they are no longer from the Ming Dynasty, at least I Yuan Chonghuan thinks so. Don't be soft, don't kill. ”

"Throne, fifteen hundred steps." The observer calculates the distance.

"Gunner, get ready to fire." Yuan Chonghuan had a calm face.

Ten gunners quickly loaded the shells and lit the fuse # cord.

Ten rounds of flowering bullets drew a beautiful parabola, and the rainbow poured out in the place where the number of people in the Han army and the Mongolian cattle was concentrated.

"Boom...... Prosperous! ”

"Boom...... Prosperous! ”

"Boom...... Prosperous! ”

……

The sound of explosions that shook the mountains, the fires that rushed into the sky, the screams of people, the neighing of horses.

Jiannu's cavalry delayed for a short time, especially the Han army Niu Lu. But Baksh did not give the order to stop the attack, and the cavalry soon rushed towards the Ming positions again.

No one had the heart to look at the wounded soldiers and horses lying on the ground.

"Boom...... Prosperous! ”

"Boom...... Prosperous! ”

"Boom...... Prosperous! ”

……

There were ten more flowering bullets, and this time the flowering bullets mainly fell in the middle of the Jiannu team, that is, behind the Han army and Mongolian Niulu, and in front of the Jiannu Niulu.

The crimson blood and mutilated limbs diffused into a short whirlpool around the landing point of the cannonball, and some soldiers were knocked off their horses by the blood rushing forward in the whirlpool or the irregular flying limbs, and trampled by the horses' hooves behind.

Baksh frowned, fortunately Jiannu's loss was not great, "Shaman, you must protect your people. He muttered to himself, but the speed of the horse below him did not decrease in the slightest.

"Boom...... Prosperous! ”

"Boom...... Prosperous! ”

"Boom...... Prosperous! ”

……

The third round of flowering shells fell from the sky again, this time mainly falling at the back of the Jiannu team, purely the soldiers who washed the Jiannu blood.

In fact, the artillery of the Ming army did not have time to adjust at all, in front of the high-speed riders, the landing point of the artillery was basically the same, falling in different positions of the Jiannu team, that was because the Jiannu were attacking, and they rushed towards the landing point of the artillery one by one.

Although the power of the artillery was huge, the first brigade only carried ten guns, three rounds of shelling, and the dead Jiannu soldiers were less than a hundred, but the huge roar was too terrifying, coupled with the flying of severed limbs and residual flesh, it still affected the speed of the Jiannu cavalry.

"Stop shelling." Yuan Chonghuan decisively gave the order.

Although the cavalry received a certain impact, the speed was still too fast, and the artillery did not have time to adjust the landing point, and if there was a fourth round of shelling, it was estimated that the flowering shells would fall in vain on the open space behind Jiannu.

Fifteen hundred flintlock musketeers, long loaded with bullets, faced the stormy Jiannu cavalry.

The gunners mechanically held their flintlock pistols and stared motionlessly straight ahead.

Under Qiantun City, they had already shot Jiannu's two Niu Lu, which gave them great confidence, otherwise, in front of the dust raised by Jiannu's cavalry, I am afraid that many people would tremble with fear.

Yuan Chonghuan coldly observed the tragic situation after the flowering bomb landed, but fortunately, the casualties were all his opponents.

"The military seat, only two hundred steps." The voice of the observer sounded in Yuan Chonghuan's ears again.

"Fusiliers, prepare."

This time Yuan Chonghuan didn't plan to get closer, Jiannu's cavalry had already reached the highest speed, let alone fleeing at this time, it was impossible to even turn around.

Moreover, under the ravages of the flowering bombs, the soldiers of Jiannu were already on the verge of madness, and they had no intention of turning around or running away.

"Throne, a hundred steps."

"Shoot." Yuan Chonghuan finally gave the order, the artillery was no longer usable, and now it was the final decisive battle between the soldiers on both sides.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

……

Five hundred rounds of ammunition, almost all of which were fired at the Han army Niulu and Mongol Niulu in front, who had already received the first round of artillery blows, had just been liberated from fear, and were confronted with five hundred life-threatening flintlock bullets.

More than 200 soldiers were almost completely lost, and even some of the Jiannu soldiers behind them were also dismounted.

In addition to the sound of horses' hooves, there are the terrible screams of people and the desperate screams of horses.

The five hundred soldiers in the second row no longer need Yuan Chonghuan to give orders, the soldiers in the first row are squatting, and after they finish shooting, the five hundred bullets of the soldiers in the second row shoot at Jiannu who rushed over without hesitation.

More than 100 Jiannu suddenly fell off their horses, and they could have died from the bullets of the flintlock pistols or from the trampling of the war horses.

"What the hell is going on?" Baksh was at the back of the line, although he didn't know how big the casualties in front were, but he saw his soldiers fall from their horses one after another, could it be that the range of the Ming munitions # gun could still exceed that of the bow and arrow?

Without Bakesh's orders, the soldiers would not stop attacking, and besides, this kind of cavalry charging at high speed was already advancing and retreating, and it was impossible to stop.

The 500 gunners in the third platoon shot, and after they had shot, the 500 gunners in the first platoon had already loaded their ammunition and were ready to continue firing, and the flintlock muskets cooperated with each other to fire without stopping.

There were countless Jiannu who fell off their horses, and the distance between Jiannu and the Ming army was fixed at 100 steps.

Jiannu's archers never had a chance to strike.

"Ezhen, where are our soldiers?" Wu Lie suddenly found that there were only more than 20 personal soldiers left by their side.

Baksh just now was lying on the back of his horse with his head down, charging with all his strength, and when he heard Uri's words, he raised his head slightly and searched in all directions.

"Huh?" Bakshi suddenly broke out in a cold sweat, there were indeed only more than twenty soldiers around him.

The rest of the soldiers were still there, but instead of attacking on horseback, they lay on the ground and groaned.

It wasn't all moaning, some soldiers were rolling on the ground, some were crawling on the ground, some were getting up from the ground and were about to get back on their horses, and some were motionless and had long since lost the breath of life.

Bakshi's brain short-circuited for a moment, and he couldn't understand why his heroic subordinates fell from their horses one by one, disgraced him in front of the tofu army on the opposite side.

He had forgotten to rein in the reins of his horse, and the horse continued to gallop, and the soldiers behind him had to gallop forward with him.

"Bang, bang." Two bullets hit Baksh almost simultaneously, one to the left of his eyebrow and one to his right chest.

Baksh felt a piercing pain, he couldn't care about his right chest, he reached out and touched his forehead, his hand was covered with warm red blood, and soon, his left eye could not see clearly, and the blood had blurred his retina.

"Wulie, what the hell is going on?" Baksh twitched, tilted his body, and fell from his horse's buttocks.

Ureli's answer to Baksh was no longer audible, and his mind was getting more and more blurry.

He didn't know how he was wounded, why his soldier fell off his horse, and the missing Niulu......

"Shaman, where are you?" Baksh stubbornly raised his head and shouted the last words to the heavens, and he tried to raise his right hand, but only halfway up, he was beaten weakly, and then his head fell violently, and he slammed into the ground, and there was no more breath of life.

The shaman disappointed Baksh again, he was not at home today and could not hear Baksh's cries for help, but the bullets fired by the Ming army replaced the shaman's answer.

Ulie was just about to call the rest of Jiannu to escape, when several bullets entered his body at the same time, and a funnel was installed in front of him, and several red waterfalls sprayed directly into Baksh's face, and Uriel followed Baksh as well.