"Please rest assured, Your Majesty the Emperor, these more than 10,000 Tartars, in the eyes of the last general, are just local chickens and dogs." Yang Jun said with great confidence, his gaze fell on the artillery position that was already fully prepared.

Six battalions of twenty-four artillery pieces, plus twenty heavy guns of the artillery battalion, although it is no longer like the Ming army in the past, there are many kinds of artillery of all sizes, more than 10,000 troops, sometimes there will even be hundreds of guns.

Although there are only forty-four cannons, it is not ...... This number is not very auspicious, but Yang Jun, who has personally supervised the shooting of artillery clusters many times, knows very well how powerful these artillery pieces lined up can be, which makes Yang Jun can't help but think of a brief description of artillery in one of the military books handed over to him by Zhu Qizhen: "The truth is within the range of the cannon." ”

It was a very simple sentence, but this simple sentence was only a few words, but it revealed a strong smell of blood that made soldiers tremble and excited from the bottom of their hearts.

In the past, the scene of landslides and cracks and gunpowder smoke was only seen at the test range, but today, those Tartars will have the honor of being the first victims.

"Tell the bunnies of the artillery battalion to keep the heavy artillery and infantry artillery in line, and let those Tartars on the opposite side fully enter the range of the infantry guns......"

"Obey orders, no one is allowed to open fire without permission!"

Orders were repeated one after another, and the musketeers of the three battalions had already finished their formations, one hundred and fifty musketeers per platoon, evenly scattered over the battle formation about a mile wide in front of them, while the musketeers of the other three battalions were still in a state of waiting, silently clutching the weapons in their hands, quietly waiting for the orders of the officers.

"Children, in front of you, are those southern barbarians, those poor Han people, this is the grassland, the land and the sky where our steppe eagles fly freely, children, take this as a pleasant hunt, remember, this is a hunt......" China stood at the front of the line, proudly looking at the fierce and rough warriors of the Harashen tribe behind him, and roared loudly.

Hearing the roar of China, the warriors of the Harashen tribe drew their scimitars from their waists and raised them into the air with excited roars and screams.

"There, there is a big man, that is, the emperor of the Ming Dynasty in the past, who once led a Ming army of 200,000 and wanted to crusade against us, but what was the result? The elite army of 200,000 was wiped out by our 50,000 brave steppe warriors, and even he was captured by us, today! I want you, bring him to captive again, and dedicate it to our patriarch, the new Taishi of the Tile Thorn Empire, whoever can capture him can become the commander of ten thousand masters, and he has the right to choose one-tenth of the spoils here......"

Looking at the warriors of the Hara Shen Department who had been aroused by themselves and seduced bloodshot eyes with their interests, Chi Na was extremely satisfied with his eloquence and demagoguery, and he believed that these wolf cubs of the howling Hara Shen Department would definitely be able to tear the Ming army on the opposite side to pieces.

Chi Na didn't have any worries in his heart about defeat at all, all he was worried about was that Zhu Qizhen, who had come to strictly order him to be captured alive, had better not be slaughtered by the warriors of the Harashen army before he arrived.

-------------------- heavy hooves flew over, and in the most brutal manner, they trampled and smashed the soft and tough weeds, smashed them, and rolled them into the air with the action of the hooves along with the wet mud, and then pasted them on the shiny and smooth fur of the war horse that crashed into them.

More than 10,000 war horses galloped, flying and rolling flags, such as the scimitar of the forest, and the roars of various tones and rhythms, constituted the scene of the cavalry charging of the Harashen Division, and the killing intent of the sky rose in the air, as if even the clouds that made the wind blow uncertainly, and trembled because of this.

The earthy yellow leather jackets on their bodies were connected together, like a cloud pressed very low by the wind, and like a torrent lacking embankment, with a resolute and indomitable momentum, swept towards the military formation of the Ming army.

Quiet, even silent, the Ming army array, facing the oncoming, murderous more than 10,000 iron horsemen, but without a trace of cowardice and panic, all the soldiers, all the soldiers, meticulously standing in their positions, eyes fixed on those who are getting closer and closer to the enemy, but their ears have been listening, listening to when the officers will give orders.

In just a few breaths, the speed of the more than 10,000 Hara Shen Iron Cavalry had been increased to the extreme, and the original distance between the two sides was less than four miles, but in just a dozen breaths, the distance had been shortened by almost a quarter.

The thunderous sound of iron hooves made the whole earth tremble slightly, and the weeds and shrubs that were miles away trembled slightly.

Zhu Qizhen's eyes had narrowed into two slits, but the cold glint in his eyes became more and more intense, staring at the torrent of iron horses that were approaching crazily, and his eardrums were completely filled with the sound of war drums and drums.

He was not moved at all, since he had traveled to this era, even more thrilling scenes, he had experienced them, and it was precisely because of this that he dared to personally lead the army to aid the Dzungar Ministry. More importantly, he believed in the abilities of these Ming soldiers who stood with him.

With a sharp and piercing whistle, there was a bang, like the sound of the wine bottle being corked out of the mouth of the bottle, and suddenly tore the hoof sound that almost shook the eardrums of the wooden people, the first sound did not seem heavy, but it made Zhu Qizhen feel as if his heartbeat had stopped, and the whole world seemed to become quiet in an instant.

And this was just a blink of an eye, Zhu Qizhen saw that on the artillery position not far away, eleven tubes of black and white billowing smoke were spewed out, and then the thunder that exploded in his ears like a thunderbolt in the clear sky made Zhu Qizhen's heartbeat seem to be beating again at this moment.

The thick white gunpowder smoke rolled in the muzzle of the gun, and the blazing white pipe flame only flashed, but it left a spot of light in Zhu Qizhen's eyes that had not been separated for a long time. After that, a strange and terrible scream began to resound throughout the world.

The shotguns that each cannon spat out easily disintegrated not far from the muzzle, but the lead pellets loaded in it did not hesitate to get out of the air, with that strange scream, drawing a line of inky black light and shadow in the air, and in the posture of a milk swallow throwing into the forest, into the oncoming torrent.

Hitting the tip of the torrent peak, it hit a different height, or dull, or crisp sound, the original storm peak couldn't help but stagnate slightly, just like the dense trees, suddenly hit by hail, the branches and leaves trembled, slightly short and gradually restored to the original.

However, the lead pellet is not a fine hail after all, and the torrent of this cavalry is not the outrageously strong ancient wood after all, even if it is just rubbed by these dark and shiny lead pellets, it will tear off a large piece of flesh and skin of these cavalrymen, or their mounts, or smash the raised scimitar, and the broken blade flying diagonally will fly, and even cut diagonally into the chest of some unlucky ghost.

In countless battles with the Ming army, he knew very well the power of the artillery of the Ming army, so he would never rush to the front of the team stupidly, and surrounded by a group of pro-soldiers, he was firmly in the middle of the team, and in front of him, there were three rows of brave and fearless Harashen warriors.

And just now, when he saw the gunpowder smoke and fire roaring out of the other party, he didn't even have a trace of fluctuation in his heart, because he knew very well that the power of the Ming army's artillery, at such a distance, the lethality caused by that kind of flowering projectile was actually more threatening than practical.

But as soon as such a thought flashed through his mind, he saw the brave knights in front of him as if they were being stabbed viciously with an extremely sharp knife, and his body trembled, and the firm and powerful hand that was originally holding the scimitar high actually let go, and then, like a heavy object, fell straight down the warhorse.

And the other warrior, who was also rushing forward, only to see his head as if someone had put a huge firework into it, suddenly bursting out, the iron helmet flew high into the air, and the warrior's head was like a watermelon blooming because it was ripe, looking so funny and ridiculous.

Before Chi Na could recover from that kind of horror, more than ten fireworks burst out on the Ming army position opposite, but in the blink of an eye, the lead pellets with a scream came in an instant, and in the bodies of those grassland warriors who were still glad that they were unharmed, one after another hideous blood holes were drilled...... "How can the shotgun hit so far?" Seeing that the vanguard that had been crazy and straight forward was actually starting to look sparse at this moment, and the follow-up iron horsemen also had to dodge those fallen robes or horses, which made the speed stagnate slightly, and couldn't help but roar angrily and unwillingly in his heart.

But he knew very well that now, even if he beat his chest with tears in his face, or even to explore the truth, it was meaningless, and the only thing he had to do now, and the only thing he could do, was to rush up faster, and use iron hooves to trample the Ming army's military formation, chop it with a scimitar, or use the war horse on his body to smash it.

Forty-four artillery pieces were fired only once, and the cavalry of the Harashen Division had already galloped over a distance of more than a mile, and when they approached a place less than a mile away from the Ming army, the artillery roared again, another round of artillery bombardment began, and another round of steel fire nets were intertwined on the torrent of those crazy and fearless Harashen iron cavalry.

-------------------- this time, almost all the soldiers of the Ming army could clearly see those originally murderous Hala Shen Iron Horsemen turning on their backs for a while, and they couldn't help but cheer in their hearts.

Even some people looked behind them with envy, those artillerymen who were quickly cleaning the chambers of the cannons, preparing shells and gunpowder, in the past, those guys had never shown such skills in front of them, or, in the past, they always felt that these artillerymen who made the Emperor Taishang, Yang and Shi two generals pampered like baby eggs were unpleasant to look at.

Moreover, when these artillerymen boasted about the power of artillery, they were often despised by the infantry and cavalry, and even had a lot of quarrels over this.

But today, on this grassland battlefield, these proud artillerymen, together with their artillery, have proved to everyone their pride and their value with facts.

However, not everyone was shocked by this scene, and the officers roared loudly, using the backs and fists of their swords to remind the stunned soldiers to concentrate their attention, this is a bloody battlefield, not some fancy and non-dangerous performance venue.

"Cheer up Lao Tzu, look ahead, put your ears up, obey orders, hold the weapons in your hands, swords and shields in hand, prepare to throw grenades, musketeers go out, check the weapons in your hands one last time, and start aiming......"

"Three hundred steps...... Two hundred and fifty steps...... 200 steps...... Shoot! With the roar of the officer, and with the swing of the sword, a row of muskets parallel to the sleepers of railroad rails slammed back slightly, the black barrel spewed smoke and flames, and the bullets began to fly as fast as lightning...... The soldiers in the first row, who had finished shooting, did not even have time to see if they had hit the target they were aiming at, so they stepped back at the order of the officer, while the other platoon of musketeers stood in front again, and at the sound of the command, raised their guns, took aim, and fired...... The crisp sound of the guns continued, and the roar of the artillery rang out again, and another row of shrill lead pellets rushed forward and spread out in a kind of heinous intensity, although many of them flew aimlessly into the sky, and some of them shredded the weeds and burrowed into the dirt, but more of them hit the iron horseman.

Each cannon roar caused a brief pause in the conflict between the Hala Shen Iron Horsemen, and the closer they got, the longer the stagnation seemed to become.

And at this moment, the grassland headquarters coalition army, which had already stopped advancing, and those worried Junggar coalition troops, almost forgot the existence of the other party, and turned their attention to the charging Harashen iron cavalry, or the Ming army that was firing frequently.

At this moment, nearly 100,000 grassland elites, almost all of them have become spectators, as if even the gods in the sky have lifted the clouds, indifferently and with a hint of surprise, looking at this world, this era, the most wonderful collision of iron and blood, war and gunsmoke......

(To be continued)