Seventy paces, the rolling Tatar cavalry took out the bow in the quiver, and some confident vests clenched the javelins in their hands, iron bones, ready to give the Ming army the first blow, those fire soldiers who were ambushed behind the carriage saw that these vests were flying like horses, and the hideous faces were clearly seen.

The arquebus battalion suffered the least losses in each battle, but the results were the most brilliant, among which the backbone veterans were also the most among the battalions of the Thunder Brigade, and they all understood that the tactics adopted by the Tatars were nothing more than using horsepower to first strike the first wave of the car formation with a dense rain of arrows, and then bypass the car formation, and continue to infest the arrow rain while circling around the car formation, until the car formation dared to resist the collapse of the Ming army.

With the wave of their hands from all levels of supervisors, all the flintlock triggers were pulled at the same time, and small clouds of gunpowder smoke rose from the positions occupied by each firecracker, and the sound of bursting beans came one after another, countless balls of fire erupted from the guns, and rows of lead whistled out of the disembowel, flying towards the enemy in front of them.

In just a few breaths, there was a terrible scream in front of the chariot formation, as well as the neighing of the horses before they died, and the cavalry that rushed to the front before they had time to draw their bows continued to turn down, and the cavalry in front of the chariot formation and on the left flank fell like a wave of wheat in large numbers, however, the blow to them was only the beginning.

"Change the gun!" Li Dali ordered

"Change the gun!" The company commanders ordered

The musketeer handed the empty gun back, and someone immediately took it, and then his palm tightened. A flintlock pistol that had been reloaded long ago was handed over, a classic tactic used by the Thunder Brigade in formation for defense, with two auxiliaries crouching behind each firecracker. The three guns will be reloaded in turn, and all the auxiliaries have been strictly trained in their reloading time, and all the reloading steps are memorized under the deterrence of leather whips and clubs, and they are skillfully reloaded within the specified time when they close their eyes

"Fire!"

Li Dali saw that the commanders of each company raised their hands to signal, and immediately gave the order again, and the interval between the first three rounds of flintlock gun firing took at most 12 seconds, which was nothing more than two tactical actions of receiving the gun and handing the gun.

Fluffy!

The cavalry, which had just escaped the first round of fire, ushered in a second wave of death iron. Iron lead bullets flew in the sky and covered the entire front of the car formation, and with a scream, another large wave of cavalry fell sixty paces away from the car formation. Many of them had just drawn their first arrows, and the horses that had been hit hard fell to the ground with weak legs, and the remnants of the impact of many of the horses were still alive. It wasn't until he was in front of the firecrackers that he completely convulsed and stopped advancing. The power of the flintlock pistol at close range is very terrifying, and the thumb-sized projectile is indestructible at this distance, no matter how many layers of iron armor you wear, you will die when you encounter it, and you will be injured when you rub it.

The Tarnu armours either screamed loudly and fell off their horses, or turned into corpses without saying a word, but the horses were obviously much more tenacious, and many of them were not dead after being shot. With a big bloody hole in his body and a crazy scream, he ran. Kicking and beating, Yang Bo even saw a "strong horse", which dragged the long intestines gushing out with a huge wound in the abdomen and ran wildly in front of the big array for more than half an hour before falling to the ground......

However, the nightmare faced by the Tarnon was far more than that, just before the firecrackers were ready to fire, the six-pounder cannon, which had been silent for a long time, began to adjust the scale under the command of Lu Ruohan, and all the barrels had been pressed to the lowest level, keeping level with the cavalry in front, and the muzzle of the cannon emitted a stunning black light. This kind of cannon does not require distance to shoot like mortars, as long as there is an enemy in front of the formation, it can always shoot flat non-stop, if the heat dissipation can keep up.

Just when the cavalry suffered two rounds of fire strikes in a row, and was still mustering up the courage to attack, the thirty six-pounder guns in front of the Ming army retreated violently, and the violent artillery sound gathered together, it seemed that even the earth trembled violently, and the war horses and knights in front of the formation were like being blown by a hurricane, at this distance, any iron tore through the limbs of the Tartar slaves or the iron armor was as easy as tearing a piece of tissue paper, and before the echo of the artillery stopped, the fire guns fired another volley, and the cries of the terrified cavalry in the rear, The screams were instantly drowned out by the roar of the firebolt......

Yang Bo stood on a high place and looked indifferently at everything in front of the circle array, countless horses were blocked within a hundred steps, no matter how the knights on their backs urged, those frightened and stupid horses either did not move, or pouted their hooves and jumped violently, sixty paces away countless corpses piled together, as if a low wall had been built outside the car formation, and there were many wounded people tossing and turning on the ground, howling and screaming, four rounds of artillery, three rounds of fire in unison, had slowed down the offensive of the Tatar light armored cavalry, The corpses that were stuck at about sixty paces also hindered the charge of the cavalry behind, but the nightmare of these cavalry was still not over!

"Mortar, second cannon ready!" Lu Ruohan waved again

"Put!" Li Dali also waved his hand violently

As the six-pounder cannon was silent, more firearms let out a roar of death, and the huge wave of iron and lead bullets swept towards those cavalry again, the balanced firepower configuration, the comprehensive strike at far and close range allowed the Thunder Brigade to form a dense firepower defense line within a hundred steps in front of the formation, those cavalry could not rush in, and could only reluctantly shoot at a hundred paces away, or open a bow and arrow, or receive the javelins and axes in the hands of horsepower projection, at this time they had no time to care about the problem of lethality, after projecting the first wave of weapons, As soon as they reined in their horses, they were ready to swim towards the left flank of the circle, expecting to find the weak point of the Ming army's firepower, but they turned around and were greeted by another volley of firearms! The circle is straight ahead in every direction......

All the soldiers of the arquebus battalion were working hard to shoot at the cavalry rushing over with the cooperation of the auxiliaries, and Zhang Quan, the commander of the spearmen company of the Liaodong battalion, was nervously observing the battlefield.

After another round of firing of the six-pounder cannon, there was a complete silence, and although the dense firing of the musketeers was grandiose, the lethality was far inferior to the power of the scattered bullets, and the Tartars in front of the large array began to force them again.

"Ready, take three steps forward, raise your shield!" Zhang Quan saw the enemy approaching sixty paces in front of him, and shouted to the company soldiers who were crouching behind the firecrackers.

The Liaodong battalion was the first battalion to be mixed with various arms, and it heard the order. The soldiers stepped forward in pairs and formed a wall of shields in front of the musketeers, and their two heavy shields formed a V-shape. The musketeers put their flintlock pistols on their shields, except for the faces of the musketeers, the rest of the body and the auxiliaries behind them were protected by heavy shields and iron armor.

However, Zhang Quan's worries are superfluous, most of the frightened Tatar vests are fighting on their own, and they can't form a unified salvo damage at all, every time they open their bows, the crossbow arrows that fly over are nothing more than dozens. Due to the distance, most of the crossbow arrows fell crookedly to the ground, and occasionally one or two stuck in heavy shields and iron armor. No damage was done to the soldiers.

Seeing this situation, Zhang Quan breathed a sigh of relief, although it was inevitable to make mistakes in tension, but this firecracker could still maintain a shooting rate of more than eighty percent. The cavalry that rushed to within sixty paces was beaten to the point of being powerless. The loaders squatting behind them were sweating profusely in this cold winter, they lowered their heads and filled nervously, they didn't have time to look up or listen to the various orders issued by the team officers, they only relied on instinct, and after the specified time was completed, they would raise their heads and glance at them with satisfaction, but unfortunately soon another empty gun was stuffed over......

"Your Excellency?"

Lu Ruohan looked at Yang Bo with anger on his face, his eyes full of doubts. Just now, the Chinese army Tangma urgently came over and gave an order to stop firing all artillery. Lu Ruohan, who was shocked, thought that Yang Bo was dizzy, and the announcement might be a disorderly order, and he didn't plan to obey it, but he didn't expect the second Tangma to come over again and convey a more severe order to stop shooting!

Lu Ruohan glanced at Zhang Shixiong, who was staring at him with ill intentions, he knew that if he resisted again, he would face military law, and the unwilling Lu Ruohan spat at Zhang Shixiong and rushed towards the Chinese army.

Yang Bo held the clairvoyant mirror and nervously watched the enemies everywhere, and when he saw Lu Ruohan's appearance of wanting to speak and stopping, he knew what he was thinking, so he put down the clairvoyant mirror with a slight smile.

"You can't fire the cannon, otherwise the Tartars will collapse," Yang Bo patiently explained.

"Crash ??!!" Lu Ruohan repeated it with difficulty, and he was frightened by Yang Bo's words.

"That's right, if you continue to fight, the Tatars will collapse," Yang Bo nodded affirmatively

"But, how many men and horses have been lost by the Tartar minions, less than three hundred horsemen, right? Why, how did it collapse? Lu Ruohan couldn't believe that Yang Bo would say such a thing, and he couldn't believe that the cavalry of the Tarslaves would be so vulnerable.

"You heard it right, collapse!"

Yang Bo nodded very seriously: "The Tatar slaves are not as strong as the legend, under the blows of our storm just now, many of them have begun to feel weak in their hearts, you look at the distance"

Lu Ruohan took the clairvoyant mirror and looked at the rear of the cavalry, some of the defeated soldiers turned their horses' heads and scattered outside, and some white-armored soldiers were killing these people, and more cavalry were dumbfounded and at a loss, obviously hesitant to continue to attack the Ming army's formation.

"I want you to control the rhythm, the Thunder Brigade won't just beat them away and be done, do you understand that?" Yang Bo asked

"Control the tempo?" Lu Ruohan's mind was full of question marks.

"That's right, slow down when you kill them, let them get up and catch their breath and fight again, give them an illusion, as long as they work harder, they can break through our military formation and hang them, I want them to use elite cavalry to fill this flesh and blood grinding plate, not too hard, not too close, you can grasp the scale!" After Yang Bo finished speaking, he waved his hand casually, and was busy observing the battle situation again.

Returning to the command position, several artillery company commanders surrounded him, and they all asked in a gossipy voice: "Lord Lu, do you want to fight or not?" The barrel has long been cooled"

Lu Ruohan shook his head dejectedly: "Don't fight"

……

Looking at the busy appearance of the firecrackers, the pikemen who held a shield in one hand and a gun in the other were a little envious, and some of them were really bored, so they turned back to talk to the soldiers of the more boring sin camp.

The defense area of the sin military camp is the bare riverbed on the right, although it is full of stones and silt, but if the slave chief is ruthless, he can also organize the cavalry to attack from this direction, so the useless sin military camp will be sent here to defend, these old bandits are playing with the flying axes in their hands, while talking and laughing loudly, they don't take the Tarsor cavalry in their eyes, the only pain is that the Tartars can't rush in, the flying axes in their hands, and the javelins are useless, since the establishment of the Thunder Brigade, the voice about canceling the sword and shield soldiers has not been broken, At first, the sin camp didn't care, killing pirates and fighting bandits. Breaking the incense sect, which battle of the arquebus battalion can be without the cover of the sword and shield soldiers? But according to reliable sources, this is what the adults say. The people in the camp were dumbfounded, and they felt even more uncomfortable when they saw that the brothers of the artillerymen and musketeers were now fighting happily.

But soon they found out that something was wrong, and the artillery brothers seemed to be idle?

Hearing the news of the silence of the Ming army's artillery, Ibai attached his hand to his forehead, and his heart was full of the kind of happiness for the rest of his life. The most courageous vests under his command couldn't rush into the range of 60 steps of the Ming army, and even many of the vests died in front of the battle before they even had time to release an arrow...... The Ming army of the Ministry of Firearms was fierce. Their guns are long-range, powerful, and especially disciplined, and they are able to fire only when they are within range of our cavalry. The strong bows and crossbows we are waiting for have no room to play. The artillery fired by their artillery team would burst again, and the cavalry would not be able to line up in dense formation. ”

However, after hearing these Ming artillery dumb fire, Yibai completely relieved his heart, the artillery of the Ming Kingdom is mostly this kind of problem, the first one or two rounds are more ferocious, as long as it has passed a few rounds, the artillery of the Ming army has any problems come out, in the early years, he followed the old Khan to fight in the south and the north. There are too many such situations, and this Ming army is nothing more than a little more ferocious than the artillery elsewhere. It's just a little more for the Warriors to lose......

"Order, let Nada's Niu Lu cover the Bayala camp to charge the formation, and tell them that if they can't break through the Ming army's chariot formation, they don't have to come back!" Ibai stood under the banner of the Weaving Golden Dragon and ordered coldly.

A few sentry riders ran out of the tent, turned over on their horses, and went to give orders as quickly as possible.

After receiving the master's order, the Mongolian Niulu Nada, who originally planned to raid behind, did not dare to slack off, he waved his hand, and the Mongolian cavalry who rode their horses behind the Ming army's chariot array to look for fighters clamped their horses and whistled away, and they will return to the front and attack the big formation again after the round with the Bayala camp.

Nada, this Niu Lu was originally a Horqin before the surrender of the Manchurians, although they were not the opponents of the Manchurians in foot combat, but their cavalry was much stronger than ordinary vests, but they did not surrender for a long time, and after being allocated to the white flag, they were often used as cannon fodder by the flag owner to rush to the front, fortunately, most of the Ming troops on the side were vulnerable, and they didn't care much about being treated as cannon fodder, but they could capture more captures, but the artillery fire just now did subvert their cognition, but whether they were reluctant or not, no one dared to disobey the order, They stretched out their bows and arrows, and only waited for the impact to start shooting......

In addition to the mortar artillery kept throwing iron-shelled bullets into the cavalry ranks, causing panic to the Tartar slaves who rushed into the formation, the other artillery stopped, Yang Bo held the clairvoyant mirror and looked around, and countless light horsemen circled the car array and released arrows, but due to the long distance and the protection of heavy shield iron armor, these crossbow arrows did not cause much damage, and the rain of arrows fired in the sky caused many fire guns to be injured in the shoulders and hands, but there were no major blood vessels in these parts, and under the timely help of the medical department, they could only be regarded as minor injuries. Not far from the chariot array, there were large groups of cavalry rushing back and forth, they divided and combined, walking in all directions, just to spy on the weak points of the chariot array, the group of white tooth lamas who were most concerned dismounted in front of the chariot array, and each weapon began to walk firmly towards the chariot array.

"Tell Lu Ruohan to get closer, and you must leave this group of white tooth horns for me!" Yang Bo turned around and ordered, and a Tang Ma quickly went to convey that in the Chinese army camp, Zhao Long looked at Yang Bo pitifully.

"You continue to rest, it's not time yet," Yang Bo said to Zhao Long, and the members of the chasseur team blindfolded their horses, and they sat on the ground and hugged their horses' necks, for fear that their mounts would be frightened by the artillery fire. The chasseurs all ate and lived with their horses during training, and under the comfort of the familiar atmosphere, those horses were not too panicked in the rumbling cannons.

"My lord, can you tell the brothers not to fire at the horses?" Zhao Long was heartbroken when he saw countless majestic war horses falling in front of the battle. In his heart, these war horses belonged to the wealth of the hunters.

"Impossible!" Yang Bo flatly rejected this unreasonable request.

After receiving Yang Bo's order, the six-pounder cannon in front of him began to move the gun mount, turned the muzzle, and quietly aimed at the swarming mercury army.

A hundred paces, the artillery did not fire!

Eighty paces, and the artillery didn't go off!

Sixty steps, and still no movement!

These white swing teeth have been through a hundred battles, and they have never encountered such an embarrassing situation, and those elite vests in the banner have no room to fight back under the artillery fire of this Ming army, and the cavalry and shooting are like a joke! Fortunately, the cannon of the Han dog is no longer good, all the white tooth horns think so, although the sound of the Ming army's guns is still endless, and from time to time they take the life of an unlucky person around them, but compared to the terrifying artillery, they would rather brave these guns to charge into battle. They have the most important task on their shoulders, they are omnipotent, and the vests can't open the gap, so it's up to us!

The white tooth lamas walked sixty steps, surrounded by struggling and wailing wounded, corpses piled up all over the ground, and bloody wounded war horses neighing and galloping everywhere, in order to hide the fear in their hearts, these white tooth lamas walked, while swinging their knives to hack the wounded who were rolling and screaming to death, their hearts were as hard as iron, and the best way to comfort these companions was to kill, kill all those cunning Han dogs!

Under the strict order, all the firecrackers deliberately avoided this team of white swing tooth horns, and their guns were more aimed at the light cavalry archers who were shooting on the periphery, so although there were constantly unlucky people who were mistakenly hit, this group of bayala battalion was lucky to walk forty steps away, and at the sound of an order, the eyes of these white swing teeth flashed bloodthirsty essence, and they ran as fast as chicken blood, and at the same time, countless javelins, flying axes, and iron bones came out of their hands and shot towards the car array......

(I will try to write another chapter in the evening) (to be continued......)