Few people can not be afraid of death, and the same is true of the Yizhou soldiers, but from the first day they entered the army, they were told that they could only live if they were not afraid of death, and the more they were afraid of death, the faster they would die!

Line up to shoot, without any fancy, recruits and veterans, whoever is in front of a bullet is a life! There is only one way to win, and that is to stay up until the other party can't hold it first. ￥f，

Fortunately, the morale of the two Tartars was not strong, and in the third round, half of it was discharged. The sound of the fire gun became more and more scattered, and the Tartar's heart must be the same, the army was in turmoil, and the team was not easy to lead.

There are also many immature recruits in the Ming army, their palms holding the fire hammer are full of sweat, if it were not for the strict training in peacetime, so that they have formed a strong conditioned reflex, and the composure and stability of the veterans around them, giving them great encouragement, the rookies are even in danger of collapse.

But after a few rounds of shooting, they finally found their senses.

"First row, shoot!" The commander roared hoarsely.

"Kill!"

The soldiers' chests roared like thunder, and the bullets struck Ertarzi like a torrential rain. The Tartar's head was shattered, its body was smashed into a hornet's nest, and its broken limbs were scattered everywhere.

The eyes of those who were lucky enough to escape the catastrophe widened, and some people were so frightened that they forgot to shoot back.

"Second row, up!"

"Mighty!"

The smoke filled the air, and another piece of tartar fell to the ground, some turned into corpses, some still wailing in pain, but it was clear that they were all helpless.

Wang Bing, Liu Aita's subordinate general who commanded the battle, was also completely frightened by the fighting style of the Ming army.

What is the Iron Army, what is the Iron Warrior! They were fearless in the face of the firecrackers, the queue was neat, thousands of people were like arm-in-arms, and the rows of firecrackers were not chaotic at all.

They weren't invulnerable, but whenever someone fell, they immediately reinforced. No matter what time it is, the line is always full!

Rushing up is not enjoyment, but it may face the fire at any time, and lose your life at any time, what kind of courage is this?

With such strong soldiers, why worry about the indestructibility of Jiannu, and why worry about the Ming Dynasty!

Wang Bing, like Liu Aita, was strongly dissatisfied with Jiannu's brutality and looked forward to returning to the Ming Dynasty. Seeing the strength of the Yizhou soldiers, Wang Bing's mind became more and more active.

But he knew there were countless Tartars staring at him. It's not the time to release water.

"Kill, call me back! With a firearm, do you have a burning stick in your hand? Wang Bing kept shouting. Although he said so, he quietly transferred some of the Overseers away, leaving an opening so that his cronies could retreat. Death to the rest of the die-hard Tartars!

The guns rumbled, and where the bullets passed, they were covered in a mist of blood, and the two tartars had no time to reload their bullets. They were killed one after another. Speaking of fighting with Zhang Ke several times, Jiannu suffered the loss of the firecracker.

Whether it was the old slave or the emperor Taiji, they attached great importance to the fire gun and personally found the captured craftsmen. Let them build firearms, select elite soldiers, and step up training, so to speak, exhausting their strength.

But according to the cat and the tiger. You can only get form, but not God!

The strength of the Yizhou soldiers is not just a firearm, Zhang Ke trained the soldiers in the most modern way. Formulate numerous welfare benefits to relieve everyone's worries. Then there is strict military discipline, school education, so that the soldiers really understand how to fight.

In the era of firearms, it is no longer a performance of individual bravery, only by becoming a strong team and a tenacious will, can a decisive victory be achieved.

"Kill!"

Another round of gunfire rang out, and the musketeers of the two Tartars were killed and wounded, and the pikemen behind were exposed to fire.

These people didn't even have a burning stick, and when they saw the Ming army striding towards them, it was as if Mount Tai was pressing on the top, and they couldn't breathe nervously, and their palms kept sweating. The moment the fire bolt was raised, someone finally couldn't bear the torture anymore, and he threw away the spear and shield in his hand and ran away!

"Help, don't kill me!"

He hadn't taken two steps before the Tartar coat raised his axe, thinking of him chopping.

At the moment of lightning, the sound of fire rang out, and a bullet took away half of this guy's ear, and then got into the eyeball of the coat, and smashed his head into a rotten watermelon!

"Ahh

The soldier stared dumbfoundedly, and suddenly he went crazy and ran away without hesitation.

Someone took the lead, and the rest of the two Tartars could no longer bear the pressure, and turned around one after another, discarding their swords, and joining the fleeing team.

"Da Ming - mighty!" Ming Wenyuan raised his command knife violently and shouted loudly.

"Da Ming is mighty!"

"Invincible!"

The earth-shattering roar showed strong morale, the cannon rumbled, and Li Yong even took off his shirt and personally went into battle to aim.

"Tartar, die!"

The bullets whizzed out, hitting the fleeing Tartars, and the bullets penetrated the bodies of most of the Tartars, leaving hideous wounds and blood flowing out of their internal organs. One shot killed five or six Tartars.

"Come on, see if Lao Tzu doesn't kill your traitorous bastard!"

The lethality of scattered bombs is already good, coupled with Zhang Ke's implementation of a new management system, collecting the best craftsmen, from metallurgy, to mold-making and cannons, each link has a unified standard, strict control, and the weapons produced are definitely the first part of the Ming Dynasty!

More than a dozen scattered bombs fell in the middle of the Tartars, and there was a bloody rain, and the Tartars were suddenly reduced by more than half.

Li Yong was full of pride and said loudly: "Quick, turn up the muzzle of the cannon and give me a hard beating!" ”

……

The Ming army in Beixinkou fought vigorously, while the Nanxinkou side looked much weirder. Huang Taiji sent Wu Nage, who had suffered losses, to continue the attack, singing one out and two into the palace.

Wu Nage is not a fool, he is not tired of being crooked, so he simply came up with an "empty city plan".

Divide his cavalry into white squads, each of which has experienced leaders, who keep rushing towards the Ming army, and when they are still more than a hundred paces away, they immediately turn around and withdraw, never dragging mud and water.

In the face of Tartar's cunning, Yu Weiliang was helpless, he had all the strength of his body, but he couldn't use it, and he was about to hold back his internal injuries.

"I can't beat you, Lao Tzu scolds the dead rabbit cub!"

Yu Weiliang immediately found more than a dozen soldiers who were proficient in Mongolian and had a loud enough voice, stood in front of the defensive line, crossed their waists, and cursed.

"Warriors of the Mongols, are you still the descendants of Genghis Khan? How did you make a dog leg for a wild boar skin, and a dog slave who was a slave with a slave, you really lost the face of your ancestors! ”

"That's right, you are shameless and become dogs, but Jiannu doesn't feel sorry for you at all, every time there is a war, he pushes you to the front and becomes cannon fodder to death. When people are tired of it and feel that you are useless, they will stew a pot of dog meat hot pot! ”

"When the dog is on this, do you still have the face to call yourself a Mongolian?"

……

The scolding became more and more ugly, and finally a group of Tartars could not bear it anymore and rushed towards these guys.

The soldiers hurriedly turned around, lowered their heads and ran, the ones behind were getting closer and closer, and seeing that they were about to catch up, the Ming army suddenly jumped behind an ice wall, and then the gunfire was loud, and the bullets were like a torrential rain, splitting their heads and covering their faces, and shooting these Tartars. They kept falling like dumplings, and in the blink of an eye, they were almost completely killed and injured.

"Hahaha, good scolding, keep scolding me!" Yu Weiliang danced excitedly, shouting loudly, a hundred tartars were not enough for hors d'oeuvres, and he was looking forward to more tartars to send him to death.

The sky darkened, and gusts of wind swept in with a wet and heavy cold, and both sides of the battle woke up violently. After a while, heavy snow fell, quickly covering the battlefield.

Tartar reluctantly rang the gong for retreating, Liu Aita was relieved, lowered his head, and slowly returned to the barracks, and the others only thought that he was defeated and lost, and did not ask much.

The sea breeze blows, and the snow keeps falling on the sea.

Gradually, the ice between Changsheng Island and the mainland completely merged and thickened rapidly.

"Ama, the child has seen it, the sea can support the war horse, tomorrow we will launch a general attack on Minggou!" Hauge shouted excitedly.

Huang Taiji finally swept away the haze of the days, looked up to the sky and laughed: "I heard that a few years ago, Changsheng Island was not completely frozen here, but this year it is frozen solidly, it seems that God bless Dajin." Zhang Ke, no matter how powerful you are, can you still defy the sky! ”

Huang Taiji suddenly stood up and said loudly: "Pass my order, tomorrow the snow will stop, and Ben Beile will personally supervise the battle, and take Changsheng Island in one go!" ”

Just when the morale of the Tartars was greatly shaken, the soldiers and civilians on the other side of Changsheng Island were braving the bitter cold and cutting the sea ice, piling large blocks of ice between the north and south letters.

Zhang Ke pressed the handle of the knife, looked in the direction of Jiannu, his fighting spirit was high, and he sneered slightly: "Huang Taiji, fight to the death!" (To be continued......)