Du Wenhuan saw that the Han soldiers only had a small commotion, and it didn't look like they were fighting back against the Mongols at all, he was impatient, he had so much time, such a little Mongol, I don't know how many times he had died, "Enough, Jianghu, you go down and rest first!" These Han soldiers will only be ruthless to their own compatriots, and since they are unrepentant, we will not be stingy with a bullet. ”

The gunners of the Ming army had long been prepared, and the Mongol cavalry had not yet entered the range of flintlock pistols because they were following the infantry of the Han army, and their speed was not fast.

Under the agitation of the rivers and lakes, the Han soldiers showed greater agitation, they did not dare to fight back against the Mongols, but they had their own methods.

The Han soldiers who walked at the edge of the line began to secretly hide in the nearby houses, as soon as they left the eyes of the Mongols, they would bend their waists, and quickly disappear like rabbits, and they made full use of the houses, broken walls, haystacks, fences, bamboo poles and branches that fell to the ground, and any obstacles that could be blocked.

More and more Han soldiers fled, and Han soldiers fled more and more blatantly.

The Mongol soldiers in the back finally spotted the deserters of the Han soldiers, they did not have any warning, they all opened their bows and arrows, and then the soldiers fled, and were immediately shot into hedgehogs by their arrows.

In the face of the threat of death, the Han soldiers became docile again.

The Han soldiers, who were hesitant and sluggish in their movements, were beaten by the Mongols with horse whips and even knives. The Han soldiers took their usual spirit of patience to the extreme, except for scolding their mothers in their hearts, they all covered their wounds and desperately ran to the front of the team, hoping that next time the Mongols' leather whips and scimitars would not fall on their bodies.

"They don't deserve to be called at all, they will only use knives and guns against the Han people, and in front of the Mongols, they are completely docile dogs, and two hundred people are driven away by fifty Mongols." Du Wenhuan was furious, "It doesn't matter if they are Han or not, as long as they get into the range of the flintlock pistol, shoot them immediately." ”

Driven by the whips and scimitars of the Mongol soldiers, the Han soldiers quickened their pace, their swords in both hands, their eyes and mouths open, shouting like Mongols and rushing towards the Ming army.

"Shoot." Du Wenhuan saw that the Han soldiers had entered the range of the flintlock pistol, and immediately issued an order, in the city, there was no need to worry about them escaping, it is estimated that now the four city gates have been controlled by the Ming army.

"Bang."

"Bang."

"Bang."

……

Nearly three hundred flintlock muskets, firing almost simultaneously.

Relentless bullets, fired at the merciless Han soldiers.

Dozens of Han soldiers who rushed to the front fell to the hard ground one after another. The infantry was slow and could not escape the bullets of the flintlock pistol.

The Han soldiers, who were not dead, were rolling on the ground, and their mouths let out wolf-like lamentations, and if you didn't look at their clothes, you really thought they were Mongols or Jurchens.

The flintlock pistols in the second row did not sound, and after the Han soldiers in front fell, the smart Han soldiers in the back no longer dared to rush forward, but they were so frightened that they retracted one by one and withdrew from the range of the flintlock pistols.

In the face of the casualties, they felt that the Mongols' leather whips and scimitars were no longer as terrible as they used to be.

"Useless Han dog!" The Mongol soldiers cursed, and the whip rained down on the Han soldiers on the left and on their heads, and several Han soldiers had their arms and thighs cut off by scimitars.

As soldiers, they rushed towards the Ming army bravely, but they had to face a lot of death; It was a shame to flee back, and to face even more shameful whips and scimitars.

The Han soldiers at the front retreated, but the Han soldiers at the back rushed over, and the two torrents squeezed the Han soldiers in the middle of the ranks.

The ranks of the Han soldiers, originally several columns, rectangular in shape, were now squeezed into an ellipse, but the two focal points of this ellipse were not in front and behind, but on the left and right, and the Han soldiers were now a horizontal ellipse.

The last few Mongols muttered a few words, and immediately several Mongol soldiers waved their leather whips and jerked at the Han soldiers in the middle of the road: "Get out of the way, you waste, Han dogs, you are only worthy of being our coat." ”

The Han soldiers retreated to both sides, giving way to the middle road, and one ellipse became two semicircles.

"Da-da-da-da."

The Mongol cavalry picked up speed, and after scolding the Han soldiers, they prepared to go on their own.

The Mongol cavalry ran faster and faster, and they increased the speed of their horses to the limit, although there were only fifty horses, but the momentum of the horses galloping wildly, coupled with the dust raised by the horses' hooves, still made the Han soldiers on both sides of the road look terrified.

The Mongol cavalry did not hesitate, they pounced on the Ming army like a pack of wolves, completely ignoring the Ming army's gunmen and guards.

"Shoot." Du Wenhuan gave the order again, and the Mongol cavalry was not far away, and as soon as the horses accelerated, they immediately entered the range of the flintlock muskets.

"Bang."

"Bang."

"Bang."

……

Three hundred flintlock muskets, in front of the Mongol cavalry, formed a dense network of fire, unless it was a sparrow, and the luck was particularly good, to avoid the bullets of the flintlock muskets.

At the place where the Han soldiers fell, it seemed that they were fighting with the Han soldiers for the right to sleep on the land, and more than half of the Mongol soldiers flew off their horses in a hurry, and they were not afraid to break their necks.

The ownerless horses don't know what's going on, and they're anxiously looking for their master. An old horse relied on the smell to find its owner, put its nose in front of its owner's face, and stretched out its tongue to lick the dirt that had just been stained on his master's forehead, but his owner closed his eyes tightly and could no longer feel the warmth of the old horse.

The corpses of the Mongolian soldiers were stacked on top of each other with the corpses of the Han soldiers, the wounded Mongolian soldiers and the wounded soldiers of the Han army were entangled in the tumbling, the blood of the Mongolian soldiers and the blood of the Han soldiers were mixed, the roars of the Mongolian soldiers and the screams of the Han soldiers were intertwined, at this moment, they were brothers of flesh and blood.

The Mongol soldiers behind only heard the sound of gunfire, and did not see the bullets flying at all, they did not slow down their horses at all, and continued to charge at the Ming army with bows and arrows in hand, as long as they entered the range, their arrows would not hesitate to shoot at the head, chest and throat of the Ming army.

The Mongol soldiers were much braver than the Han soldiers, and they did have reason to mock and spur on the cowardice of the Han soldiers.

Du Wenhuan most wanted to meet a brave opponent, if the Mongols knew to flee like Yue Tuo, his soldiers would not be able to catch up at all, not to mention that now his soldiers were mainly infantry, and there was no way to pursue at all.

Another wave of flintlock muskets, three hundred rounds faster than the Mongol horses.

Even with men and horses, the remaining Mongol soldiers fell faster and worse than just now, and the smaller the number, the more bullets were distributed among everyone.

There were no more Mongol soldiers on horseback, and the Ming army switched to point-fire, sporadic bullets, aimed at the lightly wounded Mongol soldiers, who endured the pain and were getting up to look for their respective horses.

"Stop shooting." Du Wenhuan saw that the Mongol soldiers were almost wounded, and he was unwilling to waste any more ammunition.

The sparse gunfire finally subsided, but the gunners were still holding their guns, aiming at the wounded Mongols, who were greeted by a flock of flintlock muskets as long as they could stand up.

The infantry behind the gunners, skillfully forming groups of three, harvested the heads of the Mongol soldiers.

Together with the casualties of the Han soldiers, there were only one hundred and ten people in total, and in less than half a pillar of incense, the Ming army had already classified them. On the left is a human head, and on the right is a headless corpse.

The living Han soldiers were stunned, they never thought that the Ming army would kill people so quickly, and they killed extremely fierce Mongolian soldiers.

Fear, they only felt fear now, and some of the Han soldiers' legs had begun to tremble, and they even trembled as if they were sifting chaff.

In addition to fear, that is, regret, they began to believe in the words of the rivers and lakes, if God gave them another chance, they would kill a few Mongols desperately.

There is never a regret pill in the world.

Heaven didn't give them a chance.

With a wave of Du Wenhuan's hand, the Ming army ran around the remaining Han soldiers, and the black muzzles of the flintlock pistols were pointed at their heads and chests.

Before Du Wenhuan could speak, the scimitars in the hands of the Han soldiers began to fall to the ground, one, two...... Countless handfuls, in the face of death, in front of strong enemies, they once again collectively chose to kneel.

The combat effectiveness of the Ming army was too shocking, so shocked that they were still ignorant, if such a Ming army came to Liaodong earlier, they would not have suffered all the hardships of Jiannu, and they did not need to betray the Ming Dynasty.

Unfortunately, once again, it turns out that there is no if.

"Tie them up." Du Wenhuan didn't have time to pay attention to the thoughts of these Han soldiers, the battle was over, they had lost the opportunity to make meritorious contributions to the Ming Dynasty, and they had just pulled out their scimitars and pointed them at the Ming army. Although it did not cause de facto damage to the Ming army, if he dared to show his sword to the Ming army, he was the enemy of the Ming army.

The Han soldiers did not resist at all, they were more docile than sheep, hens, and ploughing cattle with iron rings in their noses, and let the Ming soldiers tie them up one by one, and some Han soldiers even twisted their bodies, very cooperative with the Ming army's binding action.

Du Wenhuan shook his head, he had never seen such a weak opponent, or rather, to treat these people as opponents, it was him, and it was a shame for the Ming army.

With Du Wenhuan's original intention, these Han people who have no backbone are no longer worthy of being called, they have lost all the faces of the Han people, and only by slashing them can they relieve their anger.

However, Zhu Youzhen had already spread the word that Liaodong was going to build cement roads on a large scale, and now there was a shortage of manpower, so he asked them to escort the troops from Liaodong to Ningyuan to build roads.

The battle of Liaodong has been fought so far, except for those who died in the battle, the Jiannu and Mongol soldiers were seriously wounded and beheaded, and they did not surrender at all.

These Han people are greedy for life and afraid of death, and will only use knives and guns against their sympathetic Han compatriots, but they are obedient to those who bully them, not only do they not resist, but they also rarely exert the greatest endurance of human beings, that is, when people sleep with his wife, sisters, daughters, and even mothers, he can also smile at others and show his big teeth.

In Du Wenhuan's eyes, they are just talking animals, they can't be people, but building roads for the Ming Dynasty is the best choice.

Du Wenhuan muttered in his heart: The emperor is far away in Beijing, how does he know that there are livestock suitable for road construction in Liaodong?

Du Wenhuan couldn't think of this question clearly for a while, and he didn't have time to think about it.

There are still Mongolian soldiers in the city of Quang Ninh, and the city of Quang Ninh has not yet been officially labeled as the Ming Dynasty.