The deafening sound of firecrackers continued, and it seemed that the entire perimeter of the earthen walls of the Xuanda camp was shrouded in dense smoke.

The Shunxiang soldiers behind the earthen wall kept aiming at these people and firing their guns, knocking over the people who flashed out from behind the chariot to the ground one by one. The Qing archers behind the chariot were desperately covering and shooting. However, the first low wall was seventy paces away from the earthen wall. At this distance, the Qing army's arrows are not very powerful, they can't break through the iron armor in their chests, and it doesn't matter how many arrows they have on their bodies. Even if the arrow is shot on everyone's arm, it can't break through the shop armor inside.

There were fewer arrows shot at the arms of the firecrackers, most of them were shot at the chest and the door of each person's face, at first some firecrackers, seeing the arrows of the Qing army shooting at their faces, they also subconsciously flashed. However, when each of them was hit in the face, the arrow was powerless to fall, and it could not penetrate their iron masks.

Sometimes a thunderous sound sounded, and some Qing archers fired large rockets they had taken from all over the Ming Dynasty. With the experience of the morning, all the troops knew that the Tartars had rockets in their hands, and when they heard the sound, they quickly shrank down the wall to avoid the dozens of rockets flying around. After all, the Qing soldiers looked down on the rockets of the Ming Dynasty, so there were not many rockets used in their army, and the frequency of firing was not high.

The firecrackers slowly put their minds at ease, ignoring the arrows they shot except for the rockets, but just aimed at a Tartar soldier and pulled the trigger. They fought row after row with firearms, and one by one, the five hands and auxiliaries wearing only cotton armor were knocked to the ground.

The men were carried down by the helpers who crept behind them, and the ground was strewn with their blood, and their cries and cries were terrible.

The dense chariots in front of the low wall were also crackled, and fur and sawdust flew up. These chariots in the front row are all the kind of well-made shield chariots, with wheels to push, baffles in front, and thick cowhide and iron sheets, even splashed with water to increase protection.

However, those baffles covered with thick iron sheets and leather, under the blow of the Shunxiang arms, still left one big hole after another.

The trench behind the first low wall was still easy to fill, and after paying a certain amount of casualties, the Eight Banners Manchurian Zhenghongqi Yue Tuo Division, which attacked the Wangdou defense line, still used soil bags to fill the trench full of blood and internal organs.

Immediately, behind the well-made shield wagons, the large rough shields tied together with thick logs, or nailed together with several thick door panels, were pushed by the auxiliaries of the white flags with poles, and passed the first low wall, and advanced densely into the second low wall trench.

Now most of them are free to shoot, and from time to time Qing auxiliaries and archers who fill trenches flashed from both sides of the wooden shield. At this distance, even the Qing soldiers in heavy armor could not resist the shots of the Shunxiang arms men. Not to mention those auxiliaries and 5 hands, most of them were wearing cotton armor without inlaid iron leaves, as long as they were in the middle, a large thick blood mist rippled out of their bodies, and they rolled to the ground in pain.

The Shunxiang military guns were powerful, not to mention the wooden shields, and sometimes they also broke the weak spots between the thick wooden shields, knocking the Qing soldiers behind the wooden shields to the ground, causing them a lot of insecurity.

However, despite the deafening sound of fire from the Shunxiang army, the Qing soldiers also suffered casualties, "but their advance was still firm. At this distance of sixty paces, the threat of the Qing archers increased slightly, and when they got closer to fifty paces, or even forty or thirty paces, the threat of their archers became even greater. "The Tartar has become cunning and patient, and has come up with this stupid method. Although the advance is slow, but it is very effective, how to stop his advance? Wen Fangliang thought silently in his heart. At some point, Wang Dou also came to his side, thinking about this question as well. The frontal defense line of the Shunxiang army was like this, and the two flanks of Yang Guozhu and Hu Dawei in the Xuanda camp were even more serious.

There were 1,000 firearms and cold weapons in each of the two battalions, of which the three-eyed guns accounted for most of them. Those three-eyed guns, with an effective range of no more than thirty paces, did not rush as recklessly as they did in the morning, but filled the trenches under the heavy protection of the chariot and wooden shield.

There are seven low walls and trenches, and each person's three-eyed gun must be filled in at least three or four trenches by the Qing soldiers before they have the power to shoot. It is still aimed at the Qing army's auxiliaries and followers. Even at thirty paces, the three-eyed gun is not very threatening to the 5-handed Qing army wearing cotton armor. And thirty paces closer, the archers of the Qing army posed an even greater threat to them.

The Qing troops who attacked in the afternoon were also much smarter than in the morning, and did not attack the flat passages protected by artillery in the slightest. It also does not attack the small gaps defended by the Wolf cannon and the Tiger Squat cannon in the formation that only have trenches and no low walls.

In the blink of an eye, the Qing soldiers filled in two trenches, layers of wooden shields, and advanced to the third layer of low wall trenches. The three-eyed men in the two-person camp were all wide-eyed, all of them were as anxious as ants on a hot pot, but they didn't know what to do. Yang Guozhu and Hu Dawei were also worried, but they just ordered the birds in the army to shoot ().

However, the bird guns used in the two-person camp, this cold wind blew one after another, and many of the bird guns in the fire door were always blown away by the wind, and those bird guns even buckled the plate machine a few times, and the bird guns could not be released, so they were so anxious that they broke out in a cold sweat, so they had to quickly take out the primer from the powder jar on their bodies and fill it up.

In this case, it is still a battle in the trenches, and if it is a formation in the field, it will be over. The anxious shouting and urging of the officers beside them kept sounding, making them even more flustered.

On the right flank of the Xuanda camp defended by Hu Dawei, the chief soldier of Shanxi, a bird hand has taken out the lead from the lead bag and stuffed it into the pipe in a row, and did not forget to stab it a few times with a cane. His bird spearhead was blown away by the wind many times, and this time it was finally ignited.

The fire rope lit the primer in the fire door, a puff of fire rose, and then there was a loud noise, I saw that the bird's hands were covered with blood all over his face, covering his head and face and screaming miserably, he filled the gun tube with too much gunpowder, and there were many lead plugs in it, and the bird gun exploded on the spot.

The poor bird's eyeballs were blown out, and looking at his miserable appearance, some of the birdboys around him had earth-colored faces, and they looked at the birdboys on their hands again and again, and they hesitated to shoot. Those three-eyed gunskeepers are even more glad that they didn't use bird guns.

Hu Dawei, who had been looking at the enemy outside the earthen wall, was alarmed, and he asked a few family members beside him, as well as a healer in the camp, to carry the bird down to heal. When the bird's hand was carried down, he cried again and again to Hu Dawei's side: "Junmen, I'm sorry for you." ”

His Chinese army general, Hu Zichen, is a nephew of his own family, with the rank of guerrilla, short and stout, wearing a pair of iron armor, and powerful force. He ran up anxiously and shouted to Hu Dawei: "Junmen, the Tartars are filling the third trench, and it is not okay to go on like this." He gritted his teeth and said hatefully: "Why don't you let the last general lead some men and horses and go out to kill for a while." Hu Dawei shouted: "No, stick to the trench, and the lives of the brothers must not be indiscriminately damaged."

He groaned for a while, and said to Hu Zichen: "You go to the governor for help, and ask him to transfer some firecrackers, the governor's battalion has hundreds of Lumi guns and self-generated firearms, which can fight in the cold wind." ”