"Wear sugar gourd...... Zhou Shuyuan and Wang Feng muttered to themselves with puzzled faces.

However, the faces of the dozen or so Tiger Venerable Cannon gunners on the front line of the earthen wall showed a smile of excitement.

Carrying the loaded Tiger Cannon, he rushed to the nearest communication trench at his fastest speed

After arranging the gun position, the six tiger guns were like tigers standing at the exit of the communication trench, and the muzzles of the guns pointed directly to the depths of the communication trench, quietly waiting for the Tartars to enter the firing range, waiting for Wei Zheng to give the order to open the cannons.

"Fire...... Boom, boom, boom, boom" After a loud roar came out ......of Wei Zheng's mouth, three violent explosions immediately sounded on the battlefield.

Under the gaze of dozens of pairs of eyes, fist-sized iron balls quickly erupted from the muzzle of the cannon under the envelopment of flames.

Then, at a speed visible to the naked eye, with a whistling sound, the Tartars flew dozens of paces away, and they were advancing in a row.

A violent collision sound of "......" sounded in the communication trench, and the shield blocked by the Tatar infantry was directly turned into a pile of fragments under the impact of the iron shell.

After the whistling iron ball hit the Tartar shield, the flight speed slowed down a lot, but it was still very powerful.

The fiery iron ball, burned by gunpowder, was like hitting a piece of paper, hitting the body of an infantry henchman holding a shield. The light yì pierced the infantryman's body, leaving a bloody hole in his chest.

The iron ball, stained red by the blood of the Tartars, continued to crash into the stomach of the infantry behind him, leaving a bloody hole in his stomach.

Then, he flew forward, breaking a Tartar's thigh.

Eventually, after smashing a Tartar infantry into the calf and breaking it, the ball hit the ground and crashed into the dirt.

A single shell killed and wounded four Tartar infantrymen, and in the communication trench, a bloody path was carved out of the trench.

Faced with a bloody scene dozens of steps away, Wang Feng and Zhou Shuyuan finally understood why Wei Zheng would call this kind of attack 'Wearing Sugar Gourd'.

In Wei Zheng's eyes, the shells fired by the artillery were bamboo sticks used to wear sugar gourds. And the corpse of the Tartar that fell to the ground, completely stained red with blood, was a sugar gourd pierced by a bamboo stick.

It's just that the real sugar gourd is wrapped in syrup. And the sugar-piercing gourd in front of him was wrapped in Tartar blood.

In the face of the sudden artillery attack, the Tartars who charged at the front were directly taken aback. Seeing the bloody scene in front of him, he forgot to block the shield above his head for a while.

Such a good opportunity, of course, the musketeers, who have not achieved much success, will not let it go.

"Papapa......" A crisp arquebus shot sounded on the battlefield, and several Tartar infantry followers fell in pools of blood one after another, their lives uncertain.

In the face of death, the follow-up Tartar finally reacted and quickly erected his shield to block most of the lead bullets fired at him.

However, at this moment, several shelling sounds that they will never forget reached their ears again.

Three cannonballs flew towards them under the stunned gaze of the Tartars, and the shield that had just been in front of them was as fragile as paper, shattered by the light blow of the cannonballs.

Without shield cover, the remaining flesh shield becomes even more fragile ....

A dull 'poof...' sound sounded on the battlefield, and three fiery iron cannonballs once again struck three bloody paths stained with Tartar blood in the trench, and then, frozen in the belly of a Tartar, lost power.

The Haw Par Army opened fire, and the casualties of the attacking troops increased sharply.

Faced with the sudden change in front of him, a trace of worry quickly flashed away from Tartar Niu Lu Zhang Jing's face.

However, Niu Lu Zhangjing did not immediately give up the attack in front of him.

Now that the troops have rushed to a distance of less than fifty paces from the Ming army, if they give up, the casualties they have just paid will not be in vain.

He wanted to gamble that the opponent who held his position would only have six Tiger Zun cannons, and that he would be able to rush to a position less than thirty paces away from the opponent's position before the infantry was wiped out.

As a result, the Tartars, who had paid dozens of infantry followers in an instant, did not show the slightest intention of retreating, stepped on the corpses of the dead infantrymen, and continued to advance step by step.

Ten steps forward again, and apart from the chaotic and dense sound of gunfire, not a single cannon rang out on the battlefield.

The solemn expression on the face of Tatar Niu Lu Zhang Jing gradually began to be replaced by excitement, and he shouted loudly in his heart.

"Bet right, I bet right, the Ming army defending itself only has six Huzun cannons, and I can take advantage of the gap between them to reload the artillery and rush to the opponent's position...."

Then, he shouted at his subordinates in front of him: "Warriors, the Ming army has no artillery, victory is just around the corner, rush to the Ming army's position and kill them all......."

"Boom Boom Boom ......" may be to mock him, Niu Lu Zhangjing's roar has not completely fallen, and three violent explosions sounded in the position of the Tiger and Leopard Army, directly covering up his command.

Because the Tartars were getting closer and closer to the positions of the Tiger and Par Army, the effect of the three shells was much greater than just now.

After running through the bodies of the five Tartars, the cannonball, which had been completely stained red with blood, finally landed and lost power.

As soon as the sound of this round of artillery stopped, the second round of artillery sound immediately after it reached Niu Lu Zhangjing's ears again.

In the heart-rending screams, more than a dozen infantry followers were buried in the trench under their feet.

Plus the losses from the shelling just now and the casualties brought by the Ming musketeers to their subordinates along the way. The three communication trenches began to eat from eighty paces, and they were already all over the bodies of infantry followers in various postures.

More importantly, he finally managed to bring the distance between the two armies to forty paces, because the distance he needed to attack was extended to the first fifty paces because of the two rounds of shells fired by the opponent in succession.

"What should I do, whether to continue to attack regardless of casualties, or to retreat immediately..."In the chaotic sound of musket shooting, the confident look on Niu Lu Zhangjing's face had long since disappeared, and was replaced by a trace of unprecedented embarrassment.

Niu Lu Zhangjing was unable to make a decision for a long time, and under the supervision of the Tartars behind him, the dozens of infantry followers left on the battlefield had to continue to attack forward with a face full of panic, facing an increasingly dense lead bullet, at the cost of death.

When the fifth round of shells fired by the Haw Par Army flew out of the barrels, they again pierced the bodies of several infantry followers in the communication trenches. A sixth round of shells followed, even piercing the bodies of several real Tartars, killing them behind the battlefield.

Niu Lu Zhangjing, who was hesitating, finally made up his mind.

"The warriors must not be allowed to be buried in these trenches like this....the warriors' battlefield should be on horseback, not here... Retreat, immediately withdraw from the trench, hold the first line of defense, and wait for the arrival of Lord Belle. ”