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Ziren finished speaking, waved his knife and pointed, and the men and horses of the headquarters immediately pushed the chariot and artillery cart and slowly pressed forward. The gunner of the Furlong machine gunner www.biquge.info the pen "Fun" had to reload the gunner, so he was slightly delayed for a while, but fortunately, the Furlong machine gun truck was light and did not take long to follow.

From a distance, chariots and artillery carts lined up in a row, slowly moving forward like a tide, faintly implying a thunderous momentum.

Li Rumei and Sun Shoujing were inconvenient to deploy, so Ziren asked them to continue to stay in the rear to suppress the formation, and at the same time patrol the river bank to guard against the Mongol Tatars crossing the river and sneak attack.

The deafening sound of horses' hooves came from far and near, rushing to the riverbank, where the land trembled violently under the trampling of the Mongol cavalry's horses' hooves, and the approaching might of the army was immediately approached.

Ziren looked to the side and asked with a smile: "The fate is hard, the first time you have a field war with the Mongolian army, are you afraid of it?" ”

"Afraid! I'm afraid that the Tartars won't dare to cross the river, and my big knife has no place to call. Wang Ming replied with a loud laugh, looked at the dense Mongolian army on the other side, and continued: "Before I followed the general, I thought that the Mongolian Tartars were amazing, but now it seems that I can't live if my head is lost." So many Tartars are just right, killing a slave will have twenty taels of silver, and I will kill a happy one today, and then ask for a daughter-in-law after receiving the reward silver and returning to the fort, and then drink wine and eat meat in a big bowl, this day is not happy. ”

"Hahaha!" When he was neutral, he remembered a burst of laughter.

Ziren secretly rejoiced in his heart: "The military heart can fight." ”

At this time, Ma Shinan and Tang Yaoshun each returned with more than ten horsemen, came to Ziren and said loudly: "The general has been prepared according to your instructions, just waiting for the Tartars to come and die." ”

Ziren didn't answer at this time, but just nodded slightly, with a hint of murderous intent in his eyes. At this time, he saw that the chariot formation was less than thirty paces away from the river, and said loudly: "Stop advancing, the gunners, tiger players, and gunners are ready, and kill the enemy in turn with the whistle." ”

At this time, Brain Mao Da was also dispatching troops on the north bank of the Pu River, and Ziren's action of pressing forward after opening the cannon made him mistakenly think that the Ming artillery had been fired out and was ready to forcibly cross the river. Immediately sent two thousand teams to meet the battle, and led his own guards to press the formation in the center, in order to prevent the Ming army in the Puhe Institute from going out of the city to sneak attack, and his brother Menda led the troops to monitor the Ming people in the city.

"Brother." This palace tu led 3,000 men and horses to arrive, and saw that the chariot array of the Ming people on the opposite bank was approaching, and saw a little bit of the doorway, and whispered: "Most of the Ming people are watching across the river on the other side, and the length of our cavalry cannot be played, and it is difficult to annihilate the Ming people with bows and arrows alone, so it is better to divide the troops to find a few places where the water is calm to cross the river, and kill this Ming army." ”

Seeing that Chang Ang and Bai Hongda also arrived, he thought for a moment and said: "Chang Ang, Bai Hongda, you two each lead the elite of the headquarters, try their best to cross the river, and the soldiers are divided into left and right to intercept and kill the Ming people, Gong Tu follows me to meet the enemy head-on, release arrows to prevent the Ming people from crossing the river, and let them all die here in a few days." ”

"Good!" Chang Ang and Bai Hongda recognized the enemy, that is, the defenders of Pingyu Fort who had made them suffer a few days ago, and they were angry in their hearts, and replied in unison.

A moment later, the two gathered thousands of men and horses and rushed to the left and right flanks to find a shallow way to cross the river. At this moment, the bright blades in the hands of the Mongolian cavalry have already revealed their hideousness. The shimmering cold light of thousands of sharp blades was like a silver wave, surging up and down the river with the momentum of overwhelming mountains and seas.

Although there was a river separation, the soldier's heart inevitably felt urgent, and his heart kept contracting with the rise and fall of the horse's hooves, as if it was about to jump out of the cavity, and even the king's hard palms began to ooze hot sweat.

Only Ziren calmly had a long whistle in his mouth, his eyes were staring at the enemy, and when he saw that the Tartars were gathering more and more, he puffed out his cheeks and blew the long whistle fiercely.

"Fire!" Hearing the whistle, all the gunners shouted loudly in order to relieve the pressure in their hearts.

"Boom...... Rumble...... Boom ......"

The fire of the cannon and the Francophone suddenly erupted together, and a pungent smoke of gunpowder instantly filled the banks of the Pu River, and dozens of fiery shells roared out from the muzzles.

The shells drew black lines in the air, and one after another fell on the Tartar formations on the opposite bank. Broken human corpses, horse bones, and craters left by shells filled the north bank of the Pu River, filling the banks with bloody gas.

A Mongol Tartar with a scar on his face thought he was clever and deliberately ducked ten steps away from the crater left by the previous round of Furlong cannons, thinking that in this way he would be able to stay out of range of the Ming artillery. But the oncoming cannonball completely shattered his dream.

Forced by the situation, the yellow croaker of the Tartar had a whim, raised the mace in his hand and smashed the cannonball. Although the speed of the flying shells is not fast, it contains the momentum that cannot be stopped by manpower, and a loud "bump" is heard.

The mace in the hand of the scarred tartar shattered in response, and his head was shattered by the cannonball, and the wolf smoke stick flew into pieces, knocking down his companions one by one. It seems that pig-like teammates are much more terrifying than their opponents.

Ziren didn't care about checking the results of the battle at this time, and the second whistle sounded immediately

The soldiers in charge of operating the Tiger heard this, and reminded each other loudly: "Open the tiger's mouth, and the tiger will ignite." ”

In a moment, a loud sound like a firecracker was heard, followed by a "whoosh...... Whoosh......" The sound of rockets breaking through the wind crossed the sky and fell into the Tartar array like a torrential rain. The dense attack of the rockets was like a sickle scattered across the field, and the Tartars were like ears of rice in their passing, and they were shot to the ground by their brushes.

A rocket slashed in front of one of the Tartars with smoke billowing out, and the fur hat on the Tartar's head was ignited with a "whoosh" of flames. The top of his head burned, and the smell of burnt human flesh emanated from the flames, and the Mongol cavalry who lit the sky lantern wailed loudly, beating their horses and running back and forth in their own camp.

"Good shot!" Ziren raised his hand between laughing: "The gunners retreat, the three-eyed guns, the bird guns, the gunners are ready, put the guns out of the gap in the chariot for me, aim at the place where the tartars gather, listen to my whistle, and hold it steady......"

Soon after he finished speaking, he saw the Mongol cavalry regrouped under the command of the brain, stepped over the corpses of their companions, and regrouped by the river. Stretch your bow and shoot arrows, and the powerful ones will change the armor-piercing iron arrows and prepare to shoot at the chariot formation.

"Beep......" The third whistle sounded.

Hundreds of tongues of fire erupted into a wall of fire, and the Tartars were so dense that they could kill enemy riders without aiming.

The Mongolian cavalry in the front row, who had just stood firm, were beaten off their horses by the flashing firearms. The blood-splattered corpse shocked the comrades behind him, and the horses were frightened and trampled on all fours, directly stepping on the fallen tartars.

Some of the Tartars, dressed in sharp armor, were trampled by horses' hooves and broke their tendons and blood spurted wildly after being shot for a while. In the distance, rows of firebolts hit one after another, and blood flowers that were lifted by the bullets could be seen everywhere.

(Updated before 10 p.m. tomorrow night)

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