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The sound of rumbling footsteps suddenly sounded at this time, and the 26,700 Mongolian army that had completed the formation was the first to launch a pounce!

The cavalry on both flanks of them did not move, only the army in the middle and the infantry army behind the army carried the gun. A brigade of more than 20,000 men stretched out a wide front of 1,500 paces on the battlefield, and the sorcerers carrying the guns and the camels carrying the cannons behind them almost filled the entire line of sight!

This is an advanced H-drug weapon, and it's a lot more! As if hundreds of times more than 12 bronze cannons!

The twelve cannons of the Ming army had already been loaded with shotguns long before the Mongols finished arraying. The muzzles of the guns were all deflected to the inside of the battle line, forming crossfire before the infantry of the Ming and Tang coalition forces. The two artillery company commanders, with a handful of cold sweat in their palms at the moment, watched as the Wanhu Brigade of the Color-eyed Army gradually approached within their own shots.

There were so many men of the Coloreye that there were almost ten times as many lead bullets as 12 shotguns. There are so many gunners, not 12 shotguns can be eliminated, even if there are 100 times more, I'm afraid ...... It's also in vain!

And the lifting gun they are carrying also seems to be very powerful!

This is also the opinion of Elder Wadin from the Great Food Country of Mufari (Mosul, Iraq), who was once a craftsman who made the Hammer and is now the leader of a team of ten Hammer Bearers, commanding nine Semu warriors and three Hammer Bearers.

Old Vardin has been a carpenter for generations. His family once built a stone machine for Aladdin, the founder of the Ayyubid dynasty. It was used to attack cities formed by the Crusaders. Before the Mongols trampled the land of the Great Food, the young Al Awadin served as an apprentice in the Abbasid arsenal in Baghdad. Learn to blacksmith and carpentry. Because of his intelligence and diligence, he quickly mastered the essence of both crafts.

If not powerful. It was as if a terrible Mongol army from hell had suddenly appeared under the city of Baghdad, and now Al Wadin may have become a well-known craftsman in Baghdad, with his own workshop and a beautiful woman - probably more than one!

But now, Old Wattin seems to be doing well. Although he was captured by the powerful Mongol army, he was saved because of his skill - the Mongols loved to kill, but they did not kill artisans. Before each massacre, artisans were sent to slave camps to spare their lives. Originally thought that he would be a slave for the rest of his life, Ah Lao Wading was taken by the Mongols on the road of slow eastward travel more than two years ago, and walked for seven or eight months, and actually went all the way to the legendary China!

To his disbelief, in China under the rule of the Mongols, he, a slave from the Great Food Country, has become a master! A noble old man with lust, a helper of the Mongols ruling China, a superior man to the Han people...... And the Han people seem to mean slaves.

They ruled under the rule of the Mongols and Semu to cultivate the land and build utensils. Build cities, pay the heaviest taxes, and charge ahead in the event of war under the supervision of the Mongols and Semu! They used their most worthless lives to attack their own people on behalf of the Mongols and Semu - and there were still some Han Chinese who dared to resist the Mongols' iron hooves and butcher's knives.

When Old Wattin first heard about it, he just thought it was very funny! How can there be such a person in this world who doesn't know the height of the sky? No wonder the Mongol lord wants to treat them as slaves...... They simply deserve to be slaves.

However, the craftsmanship of these Han slaves is very good! In the workshop of the artillery army of Jingzhao Mansion, Ah Lao Wading and the other craftsmen from the Western Regions saw something that shocked them—a powder that burned violently; a steel that is harder than Uzi steel; A tubular firearm that can fire iron bullets...... These were the work of Han Chinese craftsmen, but they were instructed to pass on the skills of making H-medicine and tubular firearms to the craftsmen. Later, the Mongol Khan personally issued an edict prohibiting Han craftsmen from making tubular firearms and making H medicine.

Tubular firearms and H-medicine can only be made by Seme craftsmen!

This is the order of the Great Khan of Mongolia, of course...... It is also the will of the true God!

But...... How can the pipes as thick as big trees on the opposite Qian Han's position look like tubular firearms?

At this time, Ah Lao Wading had already seen the artillery position of the Ming army three or four hundred paces away. A few cannons weren't aimed at him, though. His ten-man squad was on the right flank of the Lifter's line. In order to exert the maximum power, the 12 cannons of the Ming army all adopted the tactics of side firing.

"Is that a firebolt?" Elder Vardin suddenly exclaimed in Mongolian.

He didn't know that the Ming army had firearms! It turned out that the 10,000 households of the artillery army and the later 10,000 households of the Lifting Army were all closed, and any news about the defeat of the Ming army and the Great Mongols was forbidden to spread. Moreover, he did not know Chinese, the language of a slave, which he did not bother to learn. So he couldn't communicate with too many people, until now he learned Mongolian, which would become the language of the world.

"That's not a firebolt!" A little older, he was originally a businessman in Yanjing City. However, the soldiers of the Carrying Army, who were bankrupt because of Chen Dexing's anti-color policy, replied loudly, "The Great Khan has a purpose. It is strictly forbidden for Han'er to build a fire gun, so it is not a fire gun. ”

"What's that?" Old Wattin asked, confused.

"That's a cannon!" The old man replied earnestly.

The Han people are forbidden to build firearms! That was the will of the great Mongol Great Khan. Don't be disobeyed! So the Ming army did not have firearms, only artillery!

At this time, Ah Lao Wading saw from a distance that there was a Ming army who looked like an officer, and waved a small red flag in his hand violently, and some soldiers poked the red-hot iron skewers into somewhere behind the cannon.

The six cannons made a deafening loud noise at the same time, and at the same time, the fire flashed, the smoke was filled, and the cannons retreated sharply, and in the blink of an eye, a terrible scream came from the center of the battle line of the 10,000-strong army......

Old Wattin stretched his neck to look at the place where the screams came from, and then Old Wattin saw the most terrible scene in his life: a large area seemed to have become hell, all of them were lying down human bodies, most of them were bleeding, and the leather armor and chain mail on their bodies seemed to have no effect, they were torn apart effortlessly, and the top of their bodies was suddenly full of blood!

Some people were even more unlucky, lucky enough to be hit by several buckshot bullets at the same time, and the whole person turned into a piece of rotten meat, and was still trembling slightly......

There were also those who didn't know if they were lucky or unlucky, their torsos seemed to be intact, but their left or right arms didn't know where they were, yes, most of the arms were gone, and only a broken piece of flesh with white bones and blood-red flesh was exposed. Under the action of the huge kinetic energy of the lead bullet, the limb that was hit immediately shattered, and a large number of broken skin, musculoskeletal and bone were shattered into a canopy of blood!

This kind of hellish scene, even after experiencing the Mongol massacre, many people are frightened out of their souls. Those who were on the path swept by the Ming army's shotguns, but were lucky not to be injured, had no sparkle in their eyes, and Mu Mu was as stunned as a walking corpse, some were still dragging their guns, and some were simply empty-handed......

"O God...... This, this, this is really not a firebolt! Ah Lao Wattin just watched this scene from afar, and his legs and feet were a little disobedient. He never imagined that there was a more terrible scene in this world than the Baghdad massacre, and he had encountered it himself!

"Keep going!"

"Don't stop!"

"Shoot back!"

The shouts of the Mongolian language have already sounded, and the shouters are all more advanced third-class officials -- the officials of thousands of households and hundreds of households who carry the army of 10,000 households. They didn't know that they would soon be third-class...... If they have the fate to go to the Western Regions. But even if you do, there's no other choice now! Either rush their men forward, or die!

The military law of the Mongolian army has always been harsh! Not to mention Semu, even the Mongols who are serious about the eight classics, it is also a capital crime to retreat in battle!

"Hurry up, move forward, just lean on and hit a gun!"

Old Wattin gritted his teeth and urged his men forward. Now he was still more than 300 steps away from the Han people's battle line, and he couldn't reach it at all—the range of the gun was actually not short, and 300 steps was about the same. But this thing is not accurate at all, it is difficult to hit the target beyond 70 steps, and if you want to hit a humanoid target, you must be at least 30 steps......

Thundered......

Another loud bang! The 12 artillery guns of the Ming army fired a second salvo!

"Onward! Keep moving! Look ahead, don't turn your head......"

The officer's shout rang out again, and Old Wattin took a deep breath and just gritted his teeth and moved forward. His eyes were fixed on the Ming army front in front of him. He was greeted by a long line of iron-clad sword and shield bearers. All of them were half-kneeling, holding a round willow shield in one hand and a long knife in the other. Behind them, there stood countless archers.

"100 steps!"

At this moment someone shouted the distance, and this was the officer's reminder to the soldiers of the Carrying Gun to prepare to shoot - with the Lifting Gun and the bow and arrow, and the bronze cannon!

"90 steps!"

"80 steps!"

"Boom ......" This is another salvo of bronze cannons!

"Moving on...... 70 steps! Stop! ”

The officers did not dare to get too close to the enemy, not because they were afraid of the 12 cannons. The power of these guns is indeed great, but the number is too small after all. A salvo can only shoot 1200 lead bullets, don't look at the ugly death of the people killed, but the actual number of people killed is limited, because the formation of the armed army is not dense. Three volleys of artillery, that is, two or three hundred wounded. What really worried the officers of the Carrying Army was actually the archers and cavalry of the Ming and Tang Dynasty coalition forces! (To be continued......)