At this time, behind the board of the long caravan, the elite gunners had already been hidden, and the bronze barrels of perfume bottles were attached to the low solid-wheeled trolleys, which were fixed with chains and intricate ropes, and behind them were crouching on the ground with firebolts and crossbow machines. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

When a firethrower, with his signature umbrella-crowned horsehair on his head, raised his head from the observation opening in the carriage board, the Cuman cavalry pounced in front of him, and he could clearly see the wide open mouth of their mounts, the clouds of mist that erupted from them, and the smug faces of all colors.

As soon as the arrow flew, the head of the firethrower shrank down, and then more and more arrows flew over the head of the caravan, accompanied by the cries of the Cumans and the sound of horses' hooves, and some of them shot into the canopy canvas, noose, and fell, crackling and falling on the shoulders and arms of the firethrowers who were lying in ambush, but everyone remained still.

In an instant, a lantern with a long mink tail tied to it, along the pulley noose, like an extremely agile monkey, brushed up on the mast of a "command caravan" in the center, swaying in the wind.

By this time, the front row of the Cuman cavalry had bared their teeth and their manes were cold, and they were less than a hundred feet away from the black carriage board.

"Hooray!" All the Cumans couldn't help but shout in unison, and the sound shook all over the wilderness.

"Fire!"

During the "Boom Knock Boom", the shooting holes of the eight "gun caravans" were pushed up and supported by the push rods, and these shooting holes were specially modified after the Persian perfume bottle cannon was equipped with brigades and fire throwing regiments, and were chiseled into a wide horizontal cross shape, which not only allowed the muzzle to be smoothly extended and fired, but also kept the gun body stable at the firing moment, and would not damage the shooting hole due to the concussive force.

Amid the sound of the rapid rotation of the small wooden wheels and the grinding of the groomed wheels, the gunners pushed the gun carriage with iron rings or twine ropes, and the black holes of the perfume bottles were stretched out one after another.

"Bang", a shot of lead shot flew out of the shooting hole with white smoke and sparks flying out of the butt of the shot.

It hit the face of a Cuman cavalryman in the lead, the man's head was directly broken from the neck, the hands on the body were pulled upside down by the reins, planted from the horse, his head was pushed in the air by the terrifying and powerful "Bondak" lead pellet, and hit the chest of a cavalryman close to the back, smashing the opponent's robe immediately, the former's head was also sent into the latter's chest, but the lead pellet still carried Yu Wei, covered in blood and pierced through, and hit the chest of a cavalry horse behind, after the bones shatteredThe horse staggered to its knees and threw the screaming rider to the ground.

The remaining seven Bondaks, almost simultaneously flew out of the arranged shooting holes, and at the same time swept through the approaching cavalry ranks of the Cumans, and flagpoles, spears, bows and arrows, human bodies, and horse bells were cut off one after another, and the sound of "bang bang bang" was incessant, accompanied by clusters of blood.

However, the Cuman cavalry behind did not know and could not cope with such a situation, and continued to advance in a surging manner with the bodies of their companions falling and rolling. Behind the caravan, after the shelling of the firethrowers, some of them stood up and put their firebolts on the edge of the carriage board, and some stretched their crossbow arrows and firebolts out of the small shooting holes, "Keep shooting!" ”

The thunderous sound exploded, shaking the field, and Yasin and the commander of the other side instinctively shrugged their shoulders in fright—the barricade once again erupted rows of small clouds of gunfire, and the columns of Cuman cavalry that had been put close to the ground on their backs in turn, and then trampled at will by the hooves of the horses that followed behind, and became a living target that could not advance or retreat.

Yasin Khan carried the wine bag, and the wine from his leather mouth fell to the ground beneath his feet, and he opened his mouth wide and trembled, and saw his cavalry being shot and slaughtered in rows and rows in the smoke, and many ownerless horses running along the opposite side of the barricade.

When the pyrineers finished firing a volley of muskets and arrows, the craftsmen and gunners put the second cartridge in the "belly" of the perfume bottle, with a terrifying sound, and then shot a round of lead pellets that were enough to plow out the "alley of flesh and blood", and one of the lead pellets chiseled through the chests and hands and feet of the four cavalrymen in front and behind, and only shot thirty feet forward, that is, it was bounced back to the ground by the flesh and blood, and spun wildly on the ground where the horse's legs were kicking, and actually rolled back to the wheel of the caravan, and jumped several feet high with a "bang", and smashed the wheel to pieces. The whole caravan tilted and sank, several gunners fell to the ground in exclamation, the heavy body of the perfume bottle also flipped on its side, and the spare barrel kept jumping and tumbling down, breaking the lower leg of one of the gunners: the gunner was caught between the compartment and the hot barrel, and collapsed there screaming, "My leg is gone, my leg of X is finished!" ”

Several craftsmen from the rear indifferently rushed up with wooden blocks, lifted the crooked side of the caravan hard, and then stuffed the wooden blocks into the mat. Then they and the able-bodied gunners worked together to lift the "perfume bottle" cannon again, push it back to the firing hole, and "continue shooting." A craftsman said to his gunners with a calm face.

"Go on, I say go on!" Seeing that the other party was still hesitating, the craftsman roared angrily.

The wounded gunner, whose lower leg had been completely broken, was dragged down by the rest on an improvised stretcher, and the remaining gunners gritted their teeth, re-assembled the barrels, and "lit the fire, shoot".

After three or four rounds of perfume bottles and light firebolts, in the huge spread of smoke, the Cuman cavalry was completely routed in front of the barricade, many of them ran backwards on horseback, and those who had lost their mounts followed, constantly letting out a crumbling wail, and then crossbow arrows and bows were fired from the caravan, and one by one they pierced the back and died.

But this was not the end of it, and in the violent sound of horses' hooves, Xhosa in the southwest corner saw in horror that Gawain and his cavalry were rushing towards him.

As a result, it was clear that Cossa and his men once again turned and fled, and did not have the courage to confront Gawain head-on, even though he had 500 hoplites, and most of Gawain's subordinates were lightly armed subordinate cavalry or Oghuz volunteer cavalry.

After the western barricade had routed Yasin Khan's cavalry and horses, all the wagons were quickly tied to the yoke of the pack beasts, including the perfume bottle cannons, and they turned to roll and began to gallop in the direction of the pre-indication with the other wagons and vans that were kicking up the dust, the archers standing on the wagons, the coachmen shouting, and the red-handed infantrymen putting their spears into the wagons, accompanied only by their swords, and rolled forward.

Tetisius' cavalry arrived an hour later, but he didn't have time to engage Gawain or encircle Gawain's brigade. I could only see the faint back of Gawain's cavalry galloping away after completing the covering mission, "It's a failure, if you can go faster, Gawain may not be able to break out." Tetisius said regretfully.

And next to him, Ma Hugh looked at the dense corpses of the Cuman cavalry on the west side of the battlefield, which were laid in gray, looking from a distance like a river of death, and like a huge bloody rag. (To be continued.) )

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