A three-pound iron bullet shot in at a perfect angle, like a sharp blade to cut off the thigh of the first Houjin soldier, and then cut the calf of a soldier behind him without pause, and exploded a cloud of smoke and dust on the ground and then bounced to the ground, the Houjin soldier on the line was beaten to pieces, and the fragments of broken limbs, shields and weapons flew everywhere, this iron bullet knocked the last Yu Ding's right arm with half of the shoulder, Yu Ding's shoulder exposed the white shoulder bone, and there were some torn muscles left next to it, Blood poured out of the huge wound like a fountain, and the iron bullet bounced down the slope with the flesh and blood of several armor soldiers a few times before finally stopping.

"Ahh The screams of exhaustion only then sounded, and the stumps and fragments of the armor of the seven or eight Jiannu were scattered all over the line, and the height of the shells fell just within the height of the first Houjin soldier, and then it formed a ricochet along the lì, and the low and flat trajectory made its killing range cover the Jiannu queue after the impact point.

In the first round, only this one cannonball hit, Houjin's array fluctuated slightly, and soon resumed his calm and continued to advance, Mandarhan held a heavy tiger tooth knife in his hand, holding a shield covered with three layers of cowhide in front of him, although he knew that the thing could not block the cannonball, and then he turned his head to look at the place where it was hit, three or four armor soldiers were struggling desperately in a pool of blood, and the others were no longer moving.

Although there were cannonballs hit in the first round, he did not panic, and he heard that the Great Khan valued artillery very much, but he thought that the most he could do was to attack the city. It's not that he hasn't faced the artillery of the Ming army before, it's just luck to be able to hit, and then they will have the next cannon after a long time, so he never put the artillery in his eyes He just thought about it, and there was a cannon sound on the opposite side, and the three small cannons on the left, middle and right spitted out white smoke again, Mandarhan's heart was suddenly lifted, and an iron bullet with a faint white smoke and lightning struck, and a black clay was lifted twenty paces in front of him, making a deep hole, and a puff of white smoke was emitted from the hole.

This time the shell did not hit, but Mandarhan was surprised by the speed of the Ming artillery, which was far beyond his original cognition, he lowered the brim of his helmet, at this time the sun was more westerly, and the sunlight affected the sight of the Houjin army more, he didn't know if these Ming troops deliberately chose to block the sun in the afternoon, he opened his eyes and observed the Ming army opposite.

The white smoke of the artillery was blown away by the sea breeze to the north, several Ming gunners skillfully operated the artillery, there was an upright person next to each artillery, he seemed to be giving orders, one of them was stabbing the muzzle of the cannon with a stick, there were two people behind the artillery, one was holding something like a fork, the other hand was pressing something on the cannon body, and the other was aiming at his side, he quickly raised his hand, and the one who carried the torch lit the fork and pointed it towards the fire door.

Coming again so soon, Mandalhan's heart tightened, and sure enough, there were three more roars, a roar in his ears, and then a strong gust of wind passed his face, and there was a sound of iron bullets behind him, Mandalhan felt that the shell was almost grazing the top of his head, and the faint smoke trail seemed to be within reach, and there was a scream from the direction of the Chinese army, and his hand shook involuntarily, obviously someone was hit again.

In these three rounds of artillery bombardment, they have come to two hundred steps away from the Ming army, to maintain a complete front, they can't go too fast, now they can only do it like this, and their best armor can't resist, even this group of ferocious barbarians can't help but be afraid, in the panic of Mandalhan, the fourth round of shelling came quickly, an iron bullet quickly enlarged in his eyes, hit more than twenty steps in front of him, and then bounced and pounced, Mandalhan couldn't help shouting, Desperately closed his eyes.

There was a loud bang, and then a terrifying sound of a shield cracking bones came from the right side, and then something hit his right shoulder, Man Darhan stumbled, his legs were weak, and he almost knelt on the ground, and there was a panic around him, and the top of Man Darhan's head was numb for a while, and he quickly looked down to see that he was still intact, and his soul returned to his body, and he looked back at what he had bumped into, it was one of his goshkha, his face was bruised, and he covered his neck and made a hoarse lotus sound, and Mandarhan was calm, Finally, I could see a fragment of a shield stuck in his neck, and a nail bubble of the shield on it, and bright red blood dancing along the edge of the fragment.

He looked at the place where the cannonball landed, and one of his armored soldiers was half of his body, and he was cut off by the cannonball, and only half of his body remained, and the green intestines under his body were scattered, and fragments of filth and internal organs continued to flow, and he lay on his back on the ground, not dead for a while, his eyes kept blinking.

The surrounding Houjin looked at the scene in front of them in fear and paused, and one of them vomited, their military hearts had been greatly shaken by these rounds of shelling.

Mandalhan's sluggish eyes slowly condensed, and then slowly turned into a hungry wolf's ferocity, and he raised his axe violently and screamed, smashing the vomiting soldier to the ground, followed by the giant axe falling again, cutting off the soldier's head, and his fierce eyes looked around at his men.

"Losing to this group of Ming troops, it's all this way of dying, I want to follow Lao Tzu to the nearest place with my life." He paused for a moment, and hissed as hard as he could, "Catch that famous general and cut him with a knife, avenge your neighbors, this time capture all the parts to you minions, go back to the master and ask for credit for you." ”

"Kill all the Southern Barbarians!" With no way out, the Houjin army burst out of their savage nature, shouting angrily and continuing to advance, while some people struck the shields in their hands with their military offices, making a neat sound.

Hou Jin's Chinese military drum beat faster in frequency, and Mandarhan had a hideous expression on his face, he knew that Kak Duli also realized that the artillery of this Ming army was different, and he had to speed up the approach, and he gave an order to his subordinates, and the speed of the array increased.

On the Wenden battalion front, three four-pounder guns are fifteen steps in front of the array, one on the left, one on the right, one on the left, one on the right, and the middle is the peasant company, which is placed in the gap between the musketeers and spearmen on the left, and the artillery of the two divisions of the soldiers is on the outermost side of the entire front, striking at the enemy in front of them at a slightly inclined angle, and there are three tiger squat guns on both sides, each with two gunners, each with a medal, and they all stand there quietly, and can only watch the performance of the four-pounder run, and some sailors run out from behind the battle formation, Holding in his hand the four-pounder cannon ammunition that was subsequently sent ashore.

"One hundred and fifty paces away, the general rule is lowered by half a quarter, the iron bullet is loaded, and the scattered bullet is prepared."

When the breecher cleaned the barrel, the commander of the peasant company had already issued an order, Jiannu was still one hundred and eighty steps away from the actual situation, he pre-marked the distance of the Jin army when he shot, the gunner shook the handle of the gun, a thick threaded iron rod made by hand, slowly raised, the iron ring at the top held up the tail bead of the gun, and the muzzle was slightly lowered, and the loader in front loaded the whole shell scraped with cotton cloth into the breech while he used the pusher lever to compact the ammunition, the other gunner used an iron nail to puncture the cotton cloth from the fire door and poured the primer.

As soon as the loader pushed away, the gun commander gave the order to shoot, and the shooter put the fire rope sticking out of the ignition fork to the fire door, and as soon as the cannon sound retreated back and was about to stop, several artillerymen came up and grabbed the gun carriage and let it return to its original position.

Chen Pu listened to the sound of artillery in front of him, his fingers were tightly knit together, although he still couldn't see the situation of Jiannu clearly, but the screams from the opposite side showed that Jiannu must have been hit many times, this kind of four-pound run is part of each division, he has already learned the rate of fire of this cannon in training, faster than the previous joint machine system, he admired Lord Chen's military talent to the ground, absolutely unprecedented.

Of course, Chen Pu didn't know that at this time on the other side of the world, there was a man named Gustav, and his army also had such small artillery, they used three-pounder guns, which Gu Er Ye called regimental artillery, and artillery became a special branch of the army for the first time in his hands, and Lord Chen was just a pirated version.

Jiannu is an army that dares to attack, Chen Yan feels that they are lucky, if there is an army in front of the Wendeng camp in a defensive formation, this kind of artillery will beat them to the ground like a storm.

There was a sound of footsteps behind him, and Chen Pu turned his head to see that dozens of heavily armored Chinese guards and Ye Bushu were running through the gap with bows and arrows, and they were still carrying a snaking pistol on their backs, and they were not carrying other heavy soldiers.

A total of more than forty Chinese guards and Ye Bushu passed through the line and came twenty paces in front of the artillery, and opposite them were the stragglers of the first line of Jiannu, a total of seventy or eighty, who had advanced to seventy paces away from them, and some of them had already drawn arrows.

These are selected by a army, most of them are soldiers who can shoot arrows, many of them are dragged from Shanxi Town, Chen Xin regards them as all-rounders, bow and arrow training is also very strict, although Wendeng Camp does not produce bows and arrows by itself, but every time they ask for supplies from Dengzhou, these two are on the list, under strict training, many of their archery skills are not inferior to Jiannu archers.

They were very different from the stragglers of Jiannu, five or six people gathered into a group, avoiding the fan of the shelling, they first took off the tunnel pistols on their bodies, each group was commanded by a captain, aimed at a certain Jiannu on the opposite side, more than 40 sewing pistols were fired one after another, six or seven Jiannu fell in response, they immediately put away the sewing pistol, and pulled away the arrows.

There was a loud sound, heavy arrows broke through the air, and both sides began to shoot bows and arrows at the same time, and the arrows staggered through the air with the sound of the whizzing wind.

In the face of these Ming troops who are grouped separately, the Houjin army can only be slowly concentrated, these Ming troops are very difficult, they are also stragglers, and they are wearing heavy armor, the most important thing is that the will to fight is very firm, there is no deserter, although from time to time someone is shot by the other party, but at this distance, for their iron armor is not lethal, with these people's obstruction, the Houjin stragglers can not harass the Ming army's large array.

With each round of shooting, the defenders advanced a section, and the distance between the two sides soon became thirty paces, and the heavy arrows with armor-piercing cones began to cause damage, and there were casualties on both sides, and the Ming army was small in number, and fought and retreated, maintaining a distance of thirty paces.

Some Houjin soldiers began to shoot at the artillery after the Ming stragglers, the artillery of this group of Ming troops was quite peculiar, at this time two thick planks were added to the gun, several gunners were hiding behind, and the arrows were blocked by the guards.

The stragglers of Houjin did not achieve the purpose of harassing the large array, their speed was blocked by this group of Ming troops, the threat of artillery still existed, the Houjin large array behind could not be stopped, when the stragglers ate each other, they advanced to a hundred paces, due to the repeated shelling, the array was slightly scattered, and there were a few places that were pierced that seemed relatively sparse, but they finally reached the distance that was most conducive to their battle, and the sound of muskets sounded on the outside of their right flank, and it was that the two guerrillas began to fight on the north side, But no one was interested in paying attention to the small battlefield over there.

Mandarhan's eyes were red with blood, his Niu Lu was hit once, and seven people were killed and wounded, three of them definitely couldn't survive, and the other four were not lightly injured, it was difficult to say whether they could survive, he didn't expect this kind of small cannon to be so vicious, the most terrifying thing was that the shooting speed was too fast, making him feel that the distance of two hundred steps was so long, and after the stragglers began to harass, those cannons finally stopped.

This feeling of depression and fear made him enter a state of semi-madness, after many years of battlefield and continuous victory, he already had a similar bloodthirsty habit, the more powerful the opponent, the more he could jī his ferocity, and he kept thinking of how to capture the Ming army alive one by one after defeating this Ming army.

Even in this state, he still did not forget to observe the opponent, the front row was full of red uniforms, and the stragglers had some scattered arrows to their queue, and a few Ming soldiers fell, and none of the people around turned their heads to look, and the back row automatically stepped forward to fill the queue.

His pupils contracted, how could the Ming army have such discipline, where did the Ming army come from.

Ninety steps, the archers in the large array of the Houjin army began to draw out their bows and arrows, the left and right wings of the Ming army came to the command, the first row of the Ming army all squatted, Mandarhan was strange, the flag of the Ming army waved, and then a horn sounded, countless muskets were raised at the same time, the first line of the Wendeng camp unfolded all the musketeers, there were three firearms flags on each wing of 288 people, the first row squatted, the back two rows stood, a peasant soldier a firearms detachment of fifty people spread out in front of the spear array, and the front row of musketeers on both sides of the spearmen was a total of sixteen people.

Eighty paces, after the Jin army shouted gold, all stopped, the archers began to prepare to throw, and some other archers stepped forward to support the first group of stragglers.

The cannon of the Wendeng camp ordered the mutinous cannon to sound, the deputy commander of the two flanks of the combat division moved the general flag, the captains of the firearms flags loudly reminded the password, the Chinese army horn sounded, and the musketeers standing in the back row stretched out the sewing pistols from the small gap in the front row, and more than 360 sewing pistols were laid flat in unison, pointing to the Houjin army on the opposite side.

A loud swan whistled from the Chinese army in the Wendeng camp, and the Ming stragglers who were still in the front row lay on the ground in unison, and all the gunners squatted down and stretched out the fire head of the ignition fork stick to the fire door, and the three hundred and sixty sewing pismen pulled the trigger at the same time. (To be continued.)