After listening to Jiang Jiang's general explanation, everyone couldn't help but be surprised and delighted. Yang Ling ran out and saw this strange scene, and he felt very funny in his heart.

After a moment of twitching, the Tartar soldiers began to rush over under the command of a general to turn over the cannon, and Yang Ling immediately shouted when he saw this: "Don't look at it, take advantage of this good opportunity, Lord Wang quickly lead people to organize the people out of the city." Hurry up, come over a few people, and get the horses and the wounded soldiers out quickly."

As soon as Jiang Bin heard this, he realized that life and death were at stake now, not the time to watch the excitement, he hurriedly turned around and shouted: "Where is the gunner?" Is there anything alive yet? Hurry up and set up our cannons and blast out the cannons of the Tartars."

The city tower was immediately busy, but fortunately, Lord Min had just been carried down to the second floor, otherwise he would have died in this shot. At this time, he was the happiest person, as the supreme leader of the Jiming Station, he rode into the enemy line alone, took off the head of the youngest son of the little prince Boyan Mengke with a knife, and then left a mess for others to clean up.

Wang Zhushu asked people to carry Min Zhixian, and a group of squires hurriedly rushed down to the city, Yang Ling and Liu Patrol Inspector beckoned more than a dozen soldiers to come over and pick up and plane, and rescued people from the rubble. After a long time, they dragged five or six people out of the broken bricks and rubble, and except for one who was stoned to death, the others were fortunately not in serious trouble.

But Ma Yicheng, who was originally standing at the entrance of the building and directing the squire to retreat, was pulled out of his head and hugged his shoulders and dragged him, but his body did not move at all, and when Yang Ling and others cleaned up the broken bricks and tiles on his body, everyone couldn't help but gasp, and a deputy beam was smashing on Ma Yicheng's small stomach, and the lower body was blurred with flesh and blood, and the person had already lost his breath.

Over there, Jiang Bin managed to find a few who could use artillery from among the remnants, but unfortunately two of the three main gunners had already died in the hand-to-hand combat just now, and only one was wounded, still just dug out of the garbage heap. He was originally stabbed, but now he was smashed by a brick, and Jiang Bin couldn't care so much, so he forced him to help him onto the fort with his face covered in blood.

The dizzy command deputy adjusted the angle of the cannon, and the cannonball exploded more than ten feet away from the cannon, although it did not cause any damage to the cannon, but it also killed more than a dozen Tartars, and those Tartars who were busy loading shells and zha medicine suddenly panicked.

At that time, sights had not yet been invented on the cannons, and it was up to the gunners to judge with experience and the naked eye that they could smash the Tartar chariot to pieces with one shot, all because the behemoth was already very close and it was fired horizontally. But now that the opponent has erected a cannon far away from the ground of three arrows, even if it is at the best level in peacetime, it may not be able to hit the opponent so accurately, not to mention the current state of the gunner, and it uses curved fire.

Jiang Binyuan didn't expect him to be able to bombard the opponent's cannon with one shot, so he immediately ordered someone to load all three cannons and wait for fire, and then let people carry the gunners to calibrate them one by one, and two shots in succession, but one shot got closer, wasting the shell in vain, and the other shot went far away, blooming in the Tartar group.

Huang Xiancheng, Yang Ling, Jiang Bin and others stood at the lookout so anxious that their hands could sweat, but they couldn't help at all, Yang Ling hated his insurance profession for the first time, if he was an artilleryman at the beginning, he was afraid that he would not be able to play this primitive cannon as an artilleryman!

At this time, the dozen or so people next to the cannon erected by the Tartars suddenly jumped on their horses and turned around and ran, Yang Ling and the others watched the muzzle of the cannon roar and spew out a flame, and at the same time, a large cloud of smoke rose from the spot, and the cannon body rose in the thick of the smoke, and fell down heavily.

Yang Ling and the others only felt that their feet shook in the loud noise, and then there was no sound, everyone was surprised You look at me, I look at you, they are all a little inexplicable: What about the cannonballs? There was no explosion at the top of the city, so why was there no shadow of the shells?

Jiang Bin laughed dryly and said, "No matter how stupid the Tartars are, they won't even forget to put the shells, right?" Although he was laughing, his heart was full of an inexplicable fear, so the smile on his face was very far-fetched.

Before Yang Ling could speak, suddenly there was a sound of landslides and tsunamis from under the city, which was the cheers of the Tatar soldiers. Looking down at the city, I saw that in the crowd of black pressure, swords and guns were raised like a forest.

Yang Ling gasped suddenly, his eyes met Jiang Bin's gaze, and each other's eyes flashed with coldness and fear, and they all shouted in unison: "City Gate!" ”

The Tartar fired a single shot that blasted open the wooden gates, and the two dilapidated gates were half-open, still smoking. The people at the head of the city were stunned, and thousands of iron horsemen were rushing forward, and the rooster was lost.

The overwhelming shouts of killing covered the shouts of some panicked soldiers and people in the city, who had completely lost their fighting spirit, and Yang Ling silently turned his head, and his searching eyes met a pair of sparkling eyes.

Those eyes contain infinite affection and nostalgia, Yang Ling suddenly felt that these eyes were so familiar, as if a long, long time ago, there was such a pair of eyes staring at himself affectionately, maybe his own hurried fate does have a fate in a past life, so what about the next life, can they see each other again?

At this moment, his heart is full of attachment to life and fear of the unknown, but he only has these feelings in his heart, but he has no time to think about anything, his consciousness has come to a standstill, and his mind is blank.

Suddenly, a hideous grimace appeared in front of Yang Ling very abruptly, covering the young lady's figure. The ghost face was stained with specks of blood, with a big mouth, and a bellows-like sound in his throat, he shook Yang Ling's shoulders desperately, laughing wildly: "It's coming, haha, it's finally here, hahahaha"

With so much strength, Yang Ling was shaken so much that he was about to vomit, he slammed the grimace that danced with himself away, and the focus returned to the normal distance, only then did he see that the face was Jiang Bin, due to excitement, Jiang Bin's originally very white face swelled into blood red, and the muscles on his face twisted uncontrollably.

was pushed away by Yang Ling, he didn't hesitate, and still laughed wildly: "Here, hahaha, Jiren has his own heavenly appearance, and Yongning will participate in the future!" ”

Yang Ling was stunned, and then he heard a dense burst of gunshots like fried beans, Dai Min County Commander has been dealing with government affairs for so long, of course he can understand Jiang Bin's words, the Xuanhua border army has a general soldier, a deputy general soldier, and seven generals under its jurisdiction, and General Yongning is the general responsible for the defense of the Huailai area.

The sharp ups and downs of great joy and sorrow made his eyes dark, and he almost fainted, and at some point, Han Youniang had already run in front of him, and Yang Ling took her in his arms, trembling with happiness.

When Han Youniang helped him turn to the city wall, his legs were still shaking, as if he had drunk two catties of old white gan'er. The Tartars under the city had already rushed into the land of a stone's throw, but a large number of officers and soldiers had also gathered out of the city gates, and at the front was a group of firecrackers, and the gunfire of fried beans went by, and in the smoke of gunpowder, the front fell like cutting wheat.

At this time, the power of the firearm was not great enough, and the distance of shooting was not as far as the bow and arrow, and if the opponent put on a layer of armor, the lead shot might not be able to shoot through, but now the Tartar soldiers got carried away, galloped wildly, and only wanted to seize the advanced city, loot more gold and silver property, and spoil a few beautiful women, when the musket was fired, they had rushed to the half-arrow field, and most of the soldiers were wearing ordinary cloth robes, and they were killed and wounded immediately.

Although the fire gun could not kill the war horse, the war horse that was hit was in pain, and refused to rush forward again, and ran in all directions to trample on each other, and the dead and wounded were almost not below the number of people hit by the fire gun.

Yang Ling saw that the musketeers of the Ming army were also in chaos, and he remembered watching some foreign films of the 17th century, in which the musketeers were divided into three columns when they fired in place, the first column was lying down, the second column was on one knee, and the third column was standing, firing and reloading in turn. If the fire was on the move, it was divided into two columns, the first column retreated after the shooting, and the second column stepped forward and fired crosswise, which made up for the defect of slow reloading after the fire gun fire at that time.

However, the Ming army under the city rushed forward in a swarm to shoot, and then hurriedly retreated, and the cavalry who had just rushed out of the city outflanked and attacked the Tartars. But the musketeers, who were at the forefront and could not retreat, had been killed and wounded by the Tartars' bows and arrows.

Didn't the Ming army know how to use the queue method to make up for the shortcomings of the old muskets? Yang Ling thought secretly: "I might as well ask Mr. Jiang and them when I go back, I, a modern person, may really be able to show off a little knowledge."

In fact, this three-stage shooting method was used as early as the Hongwu period when the general Mu Ying quelled the rebellion, but later firearms were deployed more and more in the army, but the Ming Dynasty never paid attention to the training of officers and soldiers, and these tactical applications were not popularized at all.

The main force of the Ming army continued to rush out of the city gate to attack the Tatars, although the formation was not as fast as the Tatars, but first, the Tatars were completely unprepared, and secondly, the previous burst of musket fire caused them a period of confusion, and the situation was greatly favorable to the Ming army.

Yang Ling clenched his fists and saw his blood boiling, and at this moment, he heard someone behind him shouting: "Yongning Huailai General He, the supervising army Ye Daren, and the deputy supervising army Liu Gonggong have arrived, where are the Jiming Zhixian and the guarding officer?" ”

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