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"Yes, sir!"

In a short time, three women were driven down from a car, one was richly dressed, and the other two were dressed as maids, standing on the side of the road crying.

There was a lot of commotion here, and because of this little episode, the whole team also stopped.

At this moment, suddenly there was a thunderous roar in the western sky, accompanied by a sharp whistling, and these Jurchen soldiers had not yet reacted to what was going on, and some of them were still looking towards the west blankly.

Then a dense barrage of shells fell in the ranks.

Hundreds of scorching shells, with extremely high temperatures, fell to the ground with a bang.

Some cannonballs smashed on the ground, hitting a column of water with a bowl thickness and a large amount of black mud, splashing more than a zhang high, and then it was sprinkled down without a head and face, and the mud monkeys who poured everyone around were like, and they were dripping with muddy water all over their bodies.

These are extremely lucky, more are directly hit by the fiery red shells, some arms and thighs are rubbed, the whole arm and leg is immediately smashed into two, and those who are more unlucky are directly hit by the chest and abdomen and other vital parts, immediately broken into two, the broken place is extremely black, the blood vessels and muscles are like burned dry wooden strips, twisted into a ball.

Some carts were smashed, and the shelves fell apart on the spot, and the people inside were directly stoned to death, the boxes were smashed, and small snow-white silver ingots rolled everywhere, and the silk fell into the muddy water. Instantly filthy.

In fact, on this terrain, the effect of shelling is not good.

Artillery kills in this era. There are mainly two forms, one is point killing, and the other is line killing.

The so-called line kill is a characteristic of artillery in the early days of the Cold Weapon Age, in which the shells were killed on hard ground, and after they landed, they did not sink due to the hardness of the ground itself, but bounced up. Keep killing. The entire attack range is in a straight line. This creates a line kill.

And the point kill, this is the situation in front of you, the ground near the good water river is too humid, the ground is wet and soft, after the shells land. It's stuck in the dirt, and it's hard to bounce back.

Therefore, it is not very cost-effective to carry out shelling in such terrain conditions, and only a few people can be killed or wounded.

However, the cannonballs mixed with a sharp whistling sound flew across the air, sweeping down the sky like thunder, and this momentum was incomparable to any cold weapon.

This round of shelling caused no more than 500 dead and wounded to the Jurchens, but it brought them great panic and confusion. The ladies screamed and cried, and the horses were startled by the loud sound and neighed in horror. The officers screamed, and even they didn't know what they were shouting, and some of the Jurchen soldiers, who had never seen the power of firearms, thought that this was the power of heavenly thunder, and they were so frightened that they lay on the ground and trembled, and did not dare to raise their heads.

"It's Wu Yijun, get on the horse. Meet the enemy with me! Santo, who had been thinking about guarding against a sneak attack by the Wu Yi Army, was the first to react, and he hissed and shouted.

There are still more than 1,000 cavalry around him, but the other cavalry has already dispersed to all parts of the team to help pull the cart, how can they be assembled in a short time?

They finally tasted the bitter fruits of greed.

"Get on your horse and assemble! Concentrate! Santo's own soldiers shouted.

The officers also shouted loudly, even punched and kicked, but it was clear that the team could not be assembled in a short time.

Of course, Wu Yijun refused to give them time, and soon, the second round of shelling fell again. …,

Then came the third, fourth, fifth, sixth.

In less than three minutes, Wu Yijun told the enemy on the opposite side how powerful and terrifying the firearms of the Wu Yi Army really were, with a term unique to the era of hot weapons that surpassed this era by at least 100 years. At the same time, it also confirms from the side that Wu Yijun's wealth is large.

Xiong Tingbi gathered all the Franco cannons of the three infantry armies and thousands of households, a total of 150 guns, plus Lian Zining specially allocated to him the artillery Qianhu 15 Franc cannons in 100 households, a total of 450 Franc cannons, adding up to 600 Franc cannons, of which one-fifth is a medium-sized Franc cannon that has just been replaced, with a caliber of three inches and one minute, firing ten taels of lead, and eleven taels of medicine, which is far more powerful than a small sample Franc machine.

Six hundred cannons lined up together, that kind of huge visual impact, made everyone in Wu Yi's army feel an indescribable tremble, and when six hundred cannons were fired together, the huge rumbling sound made the ears deaf for a while, and they couldn't hear any sound at all.

The ferocious shelling continued incessantly, and he was not willing to give up until all six of his guns were finished.

At this time, the artillerymen were already blackened by gunpowder, and they looked like the workers who came up from the coal mines in later generations.

In these six rounds of shelling, 3,600 buckshot bullets were fired, and even if it was the cost price of the Ordnance Bureau, the cost of each small buckshot weighing 529 yuan was 7 yuan of silver, and the large lead bullet weighing 10 taels was even more 126 yuan of silver, and as for the gunpowder consumed, it was even more incomprehensible.

It's really a cannon shot, and the gold is ten thousand taels.

But there is always a reward for the effort.

The six rounds of shelling brought more than 3,000 casualties to the Jurchens of the Gualjia clan, and more importantly, their team was directly beaten into a rag full of holes.

A huge part of the people were directly smashed by the ferocious shelling, and now they have not come to their senses, standing in place in a daze, looking at this devastation, in front of them, there are countless broken limbs and staggering, smoking carts.

This side is still chaotic, not far to the west, there are already bursts of thunderous sounds, and the earth is also trembling, it is the sound of countless people stepping on the ground together, like a sledgehammer, smashing into the hearts of these Jurchens.

This voice clearly conveyed a signal to them - Wu Yijun is here!

Speaking of which, almost all of them, even generals like Santo, had never dealt with Wu Yijun, but the rumors about Wu Yijun in their ears were grinding out of their calluses.

Able to fight well. So far, there has never been a defeat, and even the arrogant Haixi Jurchen has more than 100,000 troops. They all returned with hatred under the Acropolis.

The firearms were extremely sharp, and it was said that every one of their soldiers had a musket, and a cannon in a small flag, the size of a human being, and when the fuse was lit, the huge red iron ball could smash a large hole in the city wall.

And, of course, about their young commander.

Great scribe, great poet, great general, these three titles converge on the young man who has not reached the weak crown // fastest text update .shumilou.no pop-up window and no advertising // was named an earl and mastered tens of thousands of troops, so brilliant. Let all the young talents be idle in front of him. It's not just Daming. Warat, Tatar, Duoyan, Jurchen, Joseon, Fusang, and even the Angkor Dynasty in the South Seas, their fame has broken into these surrounding countries.

What kind of young man is this, what a powerful army is this?

Through the overwhelming shelling just now. They had already preliminarily comprehended the lessons, but obviously, Wu Yijun on the other side felt that this level was not enough. …,

This is where the Wu Yi army camped a few days ago.

Behind the gentle slope, a large flag appeared first, with the words of President Wu Yijun Company written on it, and then there were spears and halberds standing like spears under the banner, and finally appeared in sight. It is a myriad of soldiers. The enemy in front of you is all over the mountains, and I don't know how many there are at a glance, but I can only see this dense forest of moving spears, and the weather is extremely strict.

A red fat jacket and a black spear. A sea of red and black.

Just by looking at it, there are many Jurchen soldiers who have no trace of fighting.

The soldiers of Wu Yi marched in orderly steps, constantly pushing forward, and they pressed down the gentle slope.

When there were still more than a hundred paces left, the pikemen parted in waves, and the flintlock musketeers walked to the front of the line.

By this time, Santo had gathered more than 3,000 remnants, his snort was snorting, his eyes were blood-red, and his face was full of hideousness and madness. He couldn't bear the fact that his own army, the army he had worked so hard to build, was blown up before he could see what Wu Yijun looked like.

He can't swallow this breath, you have made me suffer, and I will also take a bite of you!

Santo yelled, "Sons, rush with me and kill all these dogs!" ”

The bravery of the commander gave the soldiers some courage, and they also shouted and brandished their weapons, and rushed towards the Wu Yi army.

His move completely buried his last hope of survival. If he abandons his baggage now and leads people to escape, there may still be a glimmer of life, but his military talent is really impossible to count on.

Sang Lao covered his eyes in pain and muttered, "You should take us away now!" You dead boy, you haven't known how hard to study since you were a child, why are you so stupid......"

"Launch!" Xiong Tingbi said coldly.

When Santo's cavalry was still 100 paces away from Wu Yi's army, Wu Yi's three infantry guards and the first row of flintlock musketeers fired 1,344 flintlock pistols at the same time, and Santo's 3,000 cavalry was immediately beaten.

Then the second row, the third row.

After three volleys, Santo's cavalry suffered more than thirty percent of the casualties, and they had no courage to charge at all.

Even Santo was killed by a single shot, and without the restraint of his commander, the soldiers scattered and fled with a shout.

And at this moment, the ascension was like thunder, and it sounded from the north and south at the same time, and two cavalry, one south and one north, killed the Jurchens at the same time.

To the west was the countless Wuyi army, to the east was the lake, and the north and south were each attacked by an enemy cavalry.

This is an out-and-out embattled, and there is nowhere to escape.

Many Jurchens were already in despair.

The cavalry that came from the north was all red, wearing red cotton armor, spears in their hands, and a flintlock pistol with a divine arm on their backs, which was naturally the first guard of the Wuyi Army's cavalry, Yang Husheng. And the cavalry that came from the south was much less numerous, about 2,000 people after that, and they were also dressed in tatters, which was only a little stronger than Hanako, and the weapons were also varied, most of them were waist knives.

But their momentum was still stronger than Yang Husheng's, and they screamed one by one, as if crazy, rushing into the Jurchen's team and slashing and killing.

These are the departments of Xia Zikai.

After Nurhachi occupied Suli Hewei, Xia Zikai repeatedly begged to see and ask for battle, saying that he didn't want anything, and was only willing to lead people into battle to kill the Jurchens. Before Nurhachi came, he was advised by his mother, Ayisuli, to be careful in everything and not dare to be proficient, so as not to arouse the suspicion of others, so he was very embarrassed. On the contrary, it was ** Jin, after all, he was born in Lian Zining's personal guard, so he acted much bolder, and asked clearly that there were more than 2,000 Han servants who were willing to follow Xia Zikai, so he temporarily sealed Xia Zikai's title of a generation of thousands of households, let him lead these two thousand people, and distributed a large number of war horses captured from the Jurchens to them. …,

They were already skilled in equestrianism, and after being trained by the Jurchens for a period of time, they quickly became an army.

The sixth and seventh guards captured Suli Hewei is already a great achievement, if you meddle in something else, it will inevitably give people the suspicion of stealing merit, so ** Jin simply sent Xia Zikai and others to Xiong Tingbi's men, just arrived yesterday, and didn't even rest, as soon as he heard that he was going to fight the Jurchens, he took the initiative to ask for help.

These people were either killed by the Jurchens with their entire families, or they were insulted by the Jurchens, or both, so they hated the Jurchens and were extremely ruthless.

"Master, I surrender, surrender!"

A Jurchen officer knelt on the ground and said loudly, before the words fell, the snow bright sword flashed, his head flew out obliquely, Xia Zikai stared at a pair of eyes, his face was full of hideous violence, and shouted: "Don't leave a prisoner!" Kill all these mature women and real brutes! ”

The two newly joined cavalry forces completely laid the tide of the battle, and the Jurchens suffered numerous casualties and were all defeated.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Sang Lao's heart moved, and he quickly wiped the blood on his hands from a dead corpse next to him, smeared it on his body and face, and then saw that no one was paying attention, so he lay down on a pile of dead people, and pulled two dead corpses over his body.

There was a sudden sharp pain in his throat, and blood flowed out of his body with vitality, Sang Lao turned his head with difficulty, and was stunned to find that the little guy who had always been regarded as a stepping foot by himself was holding a dagger and cutting it in his throat vigorously.

He said with a hideous face: "Old dog, since you want to die, I will fulfill you!" ”

This is the last sentence that Sang Lao heard in his life