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All of a sudden, the horses in the Mongolian Tartar formation stumbled, the military flag was folded, and the Tartars who had been shot and fell to the ground let out a wail. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info heard the applause of the soldiers and civilians who were watching the battle at the head of the city of Puhe, and the evil spirit of the two days of hard work was greatly relieved.

"I don't know which general is so brave that he can kill the corpses of the Tartars all over the field." Fan Nan praised from the bottom of his heart, and turned to look at Han Yuanshan.

Han Yuanshan was also confused at this time, and after thinking for a moment in his mind, he said: "The generals of Liaodong either use their surnames or beasts as their banners, but there is only one battle flag painted with the sun and moon in the reinforcement array, I have never seen it at that time, and I really don't know who the generals are." ”

Seeing this, Fan Nan didn't ask any questions, and continued: "Thanks to this general who led the troops to help, I will definitely join hands with the squire's father and elder and report to the court to show his merits." After finishing speaking, he glanced at Cao Xixuan, and was full of contempt for this reserve who deducted military salaries and caused a great reduction in the garrison strength in the city.

Only Cao Xixuan was unconvinced, and said with a big grin: "Isn't it just relying on firearms and chariots to break the enemy, what's so difficult!" Then the tone changed and said: "The Tartars are in chaos now, and Han Qianhu might as well organize soldiers and horses to go out of the city to attack." ”

"Never!" Han Yuanshan and Fan Nan said in unison.

"The foundation of the Mongol army has not been damaged, and there are nearly 1,000 Tartars left outside the south gate, and the soldiers in the city have lost a lot, so it may be difficult to have a chance of winning at this time." Han Yuanshan explained kindly.

After thinking for a moment, Cao Xixuan said with a stiff face: "Cao Yong~ Where did you kid go, lead people to move all the big and small artillery in the city, and set up artillery to kill these Tartars." ”

When Cao Yong heard this, he ran over quickly and whispered: "Second master, the artillery in the city has already overheated after being fired repeatedly, and the gunpowder will be ignited as soon as it enters the muzzle, so I am afraid that the gunner will be injured by mistake." ”

"Bastard!" After Cao Xixuan scolded, he leaned close to him and whispered, "I don't care what method you use." Get me some artillery that can be fired, as long as this cannon sounds, we will have a share of the credit for retreating from the enemy. ”

After learning about Cao Xixuan's plan, Cao Yong immediately ran down to the city to do it.

At this time, the fire guns in Ziren's hands were all emptied. It will take a few moments to reload. Losing the suppression of the bullets, the bows and arrows in the hands of the Mongol Tatars began to rain down like a torrential rain on the chariots.

Ziren had long been wary of the pervasive arrows of the Tartars, and he didn't even bother to reload the Furlong cannon that could fire continuously, so he ordered the gunners to retreat to the rear of the formation. The Tartars shoot arrows, though with great momentum. Most of them were shot at the Tiger and arrow plates hanging in front of the chariot.

Only a few Tartars, who were superior in arrows, shot their arrows through the gap between the chariots.

A spearman who raised his arm shield to protect the door suddenly felt a numbness in his left arm. An armor-piercing arrow from a Tartar pierced a shield made of pig iron, and an arrow hit him in the arm. Fortunately, the armguards resisted, and although the arrows pierced through the makeshift brambal shield, the momentum was greatly reduced, and it failed to penetrate the armguards lined with iron sheets and cowhide.

Rao's arm was swollen with shock.

Next to the pikeman, a three-eyed gunner from his team turned his head. said with a smile: "Zhao Xiaoer, you are so lucky." ”

"Ahh As soon as he finished speaking, a deadly arrow struck the slightly exposed cheek of the hand. The Mongolian Tartar shot arrows with undiminished force, and while the gunners screamed, they were carried to the ground on their backs.

Fortunately, at this time, a rattan player stepped forward to block the follow-up arrows, and helped him down with his fellow soldiers. Most of the Mongolian arrows were soaked in feces and urine, and once the toxins on the arrows invaded the noodles, it was very difficult to treat. Whether he can save his life can only depend on his own creation.

The soldiers of Changning Fort were shot by arrows one after another, but fortunately, Ziren brought all the iron armor and iron-inlaid cotton armor in his hand this time. Even if the arrows of the Tartar pierce the iron blades on the iron armor and cotton armor, they cannot penetrate too deep into the body. As long as you don't get shot in the vital area, you can save your life.

The fighting spirit inspired by the blood made the soldiers of Changning Fort forget the pain of their wounds, and they still insisted on fighting after being wounded, vowing to compete with the famous Mongolian iron cavalry.

Seeing that the casualties of the light bullet were too great, Ziren waved his arms and shouted: "Vine player cover." Push a hundred tigers to rush forward. ”

After that, I saw a few burly soldiers, pushing up the only two boxes of Hundred Tigers in the camp.

Carrying hundreds of tigers and arrows on a flatbed cart can be called a well-deserved king of Daming rockets. It can fire hundreds of sharp arrows at the same time, with a range of up to more than 200 steps, and it is not a problem to pierce heavy armor within 50 steps. Ziren's family background is limited, so he deliberately reserved it for the purpose of pressing the array.

The Mongolian Tartars, who were bent on releasing arrows, suddenly opened a gap in the chariot array of the Ming people on the other side. Two large carts loaded with honeycomb-like cubes were introduced, which looked like hundreds of wooden boxes only one inch square, nailed into a large wooden box, and stacked neatly on the car. I didn't know what this was, and I was stunned for a moment.

Brain Mao hesitated for a moment, and after waking up, he shouted loudly: "This is Mingren's rocket, everyone disperse quickly!" ”

The word "open" has not yet been exported. As the fire rope burned rapidly, several rockets erupted, blooming with deadly red light, like arrows like a tiger galloping, end to end in the air, like a meteor fire shower, pouring into the Tartar array on the other side of the river.

Before the Mongolian Tartars could react, the rain of arrows had already fallen into the crowd. A Tartar was shot through the eyebrows and died instantly.

Another Tartar was shot through the thigh by an arrow and, although he did not die on the spot, was trampled in the chest by a frightened horse after falling from his horse. Tartar instantly felt as if he had been hit by a sledgehammer in his chest, a stream of blood spurted out of his mouth and nose, and two ribs were broken and inserted into his lungs, and the gods could not be saved.

Witnessing the tragic situation of his companions, one of the Tartars dismounted to avoid the arrows, and at the same time, picked up a piece of door panel that had been used during the siege and blocked it in front of him. He thinks that the two-inch thick wooden door can turn away part of the power of the rocket and gain a little life for himself.

Moments later, several rockets flew in with the sound of breaking wind and slammed into the door.

As the rockets were launched, the pungent smoke gradually dissipated, and the banks of the Pu River fell silent for a short time.

Gong Tu, who threw himself to the ground with his head in his hands, slowly raised his head. I saw that the tartar who was carrying the door panel was nailed together with the door panel by several sharp arrows, and the sharp arrows had already pierced his body by this time. The hole-riddled Tartar still maintained a standing position, slowly falling to the ground as blood gushed out of the wound. His eyes widened to record his shock as he died.

Under the interweaving of artillery arrows, guns and rockets, a "bloody feast" was staged on the bank of the Pu River.

"Retreat!" Brainhair Yamato Miyatu didn't know how many rockets Aketo still had, and ordered to retreat after suffering heavy casualties.

Seeing the Tartar leaving in the wilderness, Ziren didn't have time to be happy before he came. Li Rumei's subordinates rushed to the general horse, and said breathlessly: "Uncle, there are Tartars who have crossed from the upstream and downstream river sections, and they are less than a mile away from our army. ”

(Updated before 10 p.m. tomorrow night)

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