There are two specifications of the fuze produced by Maojiatun, divided into fast and slow fuze, the specific process Yang Bo is not very familiar with, but the production standard is personally asked, the same batch of fuzes need to be made after the sample combustion test, and the time range of combustion is recorded, the artillery operator must adjust the firing distance according to the combustion record attached to the receiving fuse, generally speaking, deducting the ignition time error, flight distance, elevation angle and other time, the gunner can roughly control the explosion time of the iron shell.

Ten iron-shelled bullets smashed on the ground with a high-arc parabola, and after landing, they were still neighing and emitting white smoke, and several horses were frightened by the iron-shell bullets and almost stopped, but the experienced Tartar riders on the horse, through the slight adjustment of the horse's reins and heels, the heavy armored cavalry team did not cause much confusion, only one unlucky rider was thrown down by the panicked horse, and was knocked out by the cavalry behind, and it is estimated that he will not survive.

"What's the use of this kind of artillery? Just this kind of artillery is still pulled over to hit Golden State? Shang Kexi sneered in his heart, he originally had great confidence in the firearms of the Jimo Battalion, but after seeing this round of artillery fired, his mood instantly dropped to the freezing point!

Puffy puffy!

After a few loud bangs, all the smoking iron-shelled bullets burst open, and countless black iron scurried around the cavalry ranks, and suddenly the scene became chaotic!

Shang Kexi was the first time to see this kind of cannonball, ten white smoke rose violently in the horses, and when he looked closely, he found that the Tartar cavalry that was originally arranged in a dense formation had been in chaos, countless horses neighed and fell to the ground, smashing up a huge piece of dust, and the cavalry behind had no time to dodge and hit it directly, countless Tartars fell to the ground from their horses or were knocked out, and were trampled into flesh by the hooves of the horses that came later, and those horses lost their balance on the heavily armored Tartars, and directly broke the horse's legs, At this time, the screams of one after another clearly reached the side of the circle array.

Hit by artillery, the cavalry impact formation was stagnant, Shang Kexi snatched Yang Bo's clairvoyant mirror to see clearly, many of the horses that fell to the ground were bloody holes, and some even had internal organs gushing out, although this wave of artillery did not hit a Tartar, but Shang Kexi calculated, this time it caused at least more than 20 casualties of armored cavalry!

"That's amazing!"

Shang Kexi gasped, this was only the power of ten cannons, he never thought that this short, thick and ugly cannon could cause so much confusion and damage to the Tartar cavalry!

The speed of the Tartar cavalry was already running, and the riders could not stop at all except to adjust the direction of the horse's run, and in order to avoid the obstacles in front of them, the originally compact shock formation began to loosen.

"One hundred and twenty steps!" The observer continues to scream in remind.

"Gunners ready!" Li Dali ordered loudly

The firecracker crouched in front of him blew the firerope in his hand, and his eyes were fixed ahead, and the Tartar cavalry gathered together around the boulders that looked like the river in the river, and were speeding towards here......

"The mortar cannon can fire two more rounds, and the next thing is up to us!" Li Dali said secretly in his heart, his palms were full of sweat.

"Speed up!" A leading white tooth horn pointed the mace in his hand to the front, and a Herod whistle echoed beside him, they all knew that it would take time for the Ming army's artillery to be reloaded, and they had just dodged that round of artillery strikes, and then they were about to start hand-to-hand combat, thinking of this, these heavy armored cavalrymen clenched their weapons, bowed and undulated with the bumps on horseback, and their eyes were just staring at the target in front of them.

Puffy puffy!

A large group of gunpowder smoke rose in the circle formation of the Ming army, and ten more shells rushed over with a whistling, and the leading Bai Dangyala's heart sank, and his head was subconsciously deviated, but the shells fell on the ground in front of him, still smoking......

He glanced at the ground from the corner of his eye, the horse was too fast, he didn't have time to react, and in the blink of an eye, he crossed over those swarthy iron bumps, and before he had run a few steps, a sudden continuous loud noise came, and he suddenly felt the horse under his crotch crooked, and his heavy body rolled down on his side, and in the last blurred vision of the white swinger, it was a thick horse's hoof stepping towards his face......

The cavalry formation, which had finally been adjusted during the run, was in chaos again, and countless Tartar cavalry screamed, or flew into the air with blood, and fell heavily in front of the circle formation, Shang Kexi had no time to marvel, and he didn't have time to check the casualties of the Tartars, all his eyes were attracted by the few black and inconspicuous mortars in the circle array.

Huang Erlang was sweating profusely and hurriedly issued orders

"Adjust the elevation angle, and the ruler is eighty steps!"

"Drum cool, move fast!"

"Brother Songxi! Shell bombs around me with corkdust, what the did you just shoot. Ba artillery? Blow up until your brother Lao Tzu is the first to kill you! ”

Under the persecution of Zhang Shixiong's sharp vision, the gunner named Song Xidi carefully buried the cork chips regardless of the temperature of the inner wall of the mortar cannon, and when he took it out, it was already blistered with a lot of scalding.

"You are stubborn when you wrap your fingers around the strip of cloth, are you still a hero now?" The gunner helped him busy, and whispered a grumbling.

Many of the cavalry who were charging had a bad feeling in their hearts, the Ming army's two rounds of artillery strikes caused great casualties to their side, and the Ming army in the circle was something they had never encountered before, they subconsciously loosened the dense formation a lot, hoping that the Ming army's artillery would reduce the blow to their mounts.

"Get up!"

A small distribution handle held the long knife in his hand high, and the lightly armored archers behind him who were originally lying on horseback stood up in unison, with a rein in one hand and a quiver in his right hand, seeing that the striker was about to touch the circle formation, they were also about to start to give the first wave of arrow rain to the Ming army.

Heavy armor rushing formation, bow and arrow rain, infantry armor fierce battle, light cavalry division, this series of attack actions in one go, looking at the entire Ming Dynasty, there is almost no military formation that they can't cross, they are very familiar with these routines, although the Ming army in front of them is slightly different, it's just that the artillery is more fierce than other teams, but in front of the galloping war horse, how many rounds can the artillery fire?

However, they were horrified to find that the Ming army's circle was filled with gunpowder smoke again, and ten more shells flew out!

"Is there any end to it?"

Xiao Fen sighed and subconsciously shrunk his neck......

Yang Bo knew that the Tartars did not put the firearms of the Ming army in their eyes at all, just take the artillery as an example, most of the artillery of the Ming army was slow to load, the interval was long, the power was small, and it was easy to explode, and it was generally necessary to start hand-to-hand combat after firing a round, and the same was true for the firearms, no wonder those generals who led the troops did not pay much attention to firearms, but the mortar is different, the mortar is loaded quickly, there is no need to worry about exploding, and it is still very effective in dealing with dense formations, but unfortunately the range has not been able to break through, or it is definitely the only magic weapon to restrain the cavalry.

Those heavily armored cavalrymen who had worked so hard to rush to the front of the circle couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief in their hearts, in just eighty paces away, it should be their turn to exert their might, right? Although they had already seen that the Ming army in front of the circle on the opposite side was holding a fire gun, and the black muzzle was aimed at them.

These cavalrymen were not too afraid of the Ming army's firearms, because according to their previous combat experience, many of the Ming army's firearms could not be fired, and the funniest thing was that they ran out of firearms before they could rush in front of them, and then they were slaughtered by themselves, but they rushed to eighty paces, and the firearms did not sound.

Seventy steps, no sound

Sixty steps, still not ringing......

The white tooth lamas didn't care to think about why the Ming army's guns didn't go off, they danced heavy weapons, copied axes, javelins, and iron bones, and prepared to deal a heavy blow to these Ming troops!

Li Dali was sweating profusely, and the number of observers kept coming from his ears, and those voices were hurried, as if complaining that he had not yet given orders, and the sound of horses' hooves rolling in front of him made everyone feel suffocated.

Fifty steps away in the blink of an eye!

"Fire!"

Li Dali pointed forward with a long knife and shouted with all his strength.

Bang bang bang!

After about five more paces, the cavalry finally heard the sound of bursting beans in front of the circle, and the muzzles of the guns of a row of musketeers who knelt on one knee spewed out loud flames and gunsmoke.

The cavalry who rushed to the front fell like a mowing grass, even three layers of iron armor could not block the impact of the lead, these people burst out of the blood mist, fell directly from the horses, because they died too quickly, the stirrups were still wrapped around their feet, their corpses were dragged by the horses and ran around, and there were more than a dozen ownerless war horses in front of the round of shooting.

"Second row shooting!"

"Zhang Gong!"

Xiao Fen saw that he had fast-forwarded to a distance of sixty paces, the long knife in his hand was raised high again, the archers behind him were on one side, the bow and arrow were firmly held in his hand, and with a touch of his right hand, a crossbow arrow had been drawn, and they turned slightly sideways, and their bodies followed the horse's back up and down, and in the tooth-aching creak, the bow and arrow in their hands were full!

"Put!"

A qualified vest can shoot an arrow in two blinks of an eye, and the small divider knows the current state of the archers behind him without looking back, and as he wields his long knife, countless black and oppressive arrows rain pierce the sky and stab towards the circle array.

"Raise your shield!"

"Raise your shield!"

A sharp chirp sounded, and the pikemen in the circle held their guns in their left hands and their shields in their right hands, protecting themselves and the firecrackers around them, and above them, a dark cloud was rolling down.

Countless muffled snorts sounded, and people in the originally neat queue continued to fall with arrows, and there were seven or eight crossbow arrows inserted in each shield, despite the double protection, many people were still shot, and suddenly, the screams of the circle were endless.

"The first and second rows retreat, and the third row comes forward!" Li Dali saw that the front row had large casualties, so he hurriedly ordered.

"Pikeman's spear!"

"The auxiliaries come forward!"

Orders were issued, and some auxiliaries cut through the gaps in the ranks and dragged the wounded back from the front rows, and the vacated positions were soon taken over.

As the third row of firebolts fired together, many of the lightly armored archers who rushed to within a hundred paces burst out of the blood mist, screaming and rolling off their horses.

The infantry armor that rushed to within thirty steps turned over and fell off their horses, carrying heavy shields and rushing towards the circle formation.

"What about the first row?" Li Dali shouted in a hurry, but the first row of firecrackers who were supposed to be replenished were still nervously reloading!

After these heavy armors rushed to twenty paces, the first row was finally filled.

"Put!" Li Dali also ignored the reprimands of a few firecrackers who did not come up, and pointed to the front and shouted.

Bang bang!

Another round of launches, but unfortunately this time the mute fire rate was quite high, and the eighteen fire guns in the front row only had less than half of the excitation rate.

"What about the second row? I'm damn you" Li jumped to his feet, and the second row was stuck again, and he was now beginning to regret putting these tartars too close.

Just now the round of guns hit the charging several vests and flew backwards, a small hole in front of the Tartar who was hit spurted blood, although the deformed lead could not penetrate the three layers of iron armor behind him, but the internal organs in the body were messed up, seeing the tragic situation of his companions, the Tartar who was still charging really understood the power of the firearms of the Jimo camp, although this round knocked down six or seven, but the remaining heavy armored soldiers were slightly stunned and then rushed over with a shout, dozens of steps away in the blink of an eye, and collided with the pikemen of the front row of defense.

"Bang!"

A pikeman stabbed out with a fierce shot, but the white armor instantly staggered and turned around, avoided the shot, and hit it directly without pausing, although the pikeman was tied to the horse, but he still couldn't resist the impact of the white armor with a shield, his body flew up, and he knocked down several people behind him in a row, in mid-air, the white armor raised his hand, and a flying axe pierced the pikeman's chest, hitting the heart guard into flames.

"On the reserves!" Yang Bo, who had been paying attention to the situation on the battlefield, saw that there were signs of chaos in front of the circle array, and hurriedly gave an order.

Xiao Wuyi beckoned, more than a dozen reserves in heavy armor rubbed their bodies and rushed forward, because the firepower was a little too thin, the second row of fire guns was completed, and the first and third rows just retreated, giving a dozen Tartars who rushed over a chance.

Yang Bo didn't dare to transfer the musketeers from other directions to come over to support, because the cavalry and infantry that had been eyeing the Tartars on both sides had already begun to press over, and the situation facing the circle formation was extremely grim! (To be continued.) )