"Boom, boom...... Woo woo woo ......" As soon as the three explosions sounded, the sound of fireworks flying into the sky and whistling in the sky reached Wei Zheng's ears.

Under Wei Zheng's gaze, the withered yellow thatch covering the muzzle of the Huzun cannon was quickly lifted by the gunner. Subsequently, the fire rope protruding from the tail of the barrel was ignited by the artillerymen behind him with a fire breaker.

At this moment, in the face of the sudden explosion of fireworks, all the Tartars and gunners raised their heads, trying to figure out why there were fireworks here...... No one thought that this was a signal for the Haw Par Army to attack them.

Therefore, when more than twenty Huzun cannons began to emit cannon sounds, none of the Tartars were ready for battle. They all looked at the sky with their heads held high, and their faces showed confusion and incomprehension from the bottom of their hearts.

"Boom, boom, boom ......" sounded on the battlefield with the fierce sound of the Huzun cannon firing, and the two hundred lead bullets that were compacted in the barrel of the cannon quickly flew forward in a fan shape like a heavenly maiden scattering flowers. In the area of ten meters directly in front of the Huzun cannon, an impermeable bullet net was formed.

It was only at this moment that the Tartar with his head held high did not react from his astonishment. Especially Fu Zhen, who was riding on a war horse, shouted loudly while his face turned white instantly: "Artillery, it's artillery...... Everybody, get down...."

The moment the exclamation sounded, he who was riding on the war horse subconsciously wanted to jump off the war horse and lie on the ground. However, his speed is fast, and the buckshot flies faster.

Fu Zhen had just laid on his horse, and the dense lead bullets had already rushed into his face, shooting into his body from the side.

"Sneer......" After the sound of a string of lead bullets entering the flesh reached Fu Zhen's ears, Fu Zhen's first feeling was a tingling pain, which quickly struck his whole body from his upper body. Then, I felt a burst of slimy blood flowing out of my body, wetting the silk ** that had just been snatched back from the Han people......

"I was shot......" This was the first thought that came to Fu Zhen's mind.

Then, another thought appeared in Fu Zhen's mind: "I can't die, the woman and the silver I just grabbed in my hand haven't been enjoyed yet, how can I just die like this...... I must not die, I must live......"

Driven by this belief, Fu Zhen dragged his injured body to dismount and avoid the second round of lead bullets that might come from his face.

However, as the blood continued to flow out of the wound, Fu Zhen's limited body was also flowing rapidly.

When he wanted to jump off the warhorse, he suddenly found that because of a large number of bullets in his upper body, his lower body seemed to suddenly lose consciousness, and he began to be uncontrollable......

As a last resort, Fu Zhen could only break his body and let his body fall directly from the warhorse......

At this moment, the Tartars and gunners facing the side of the Haw Par Army were swept to the ground by the torrential rain of lead bullets without even having a chance to react under the attack of thousands of lead bullets.

In the blink of an eye, more than two hundred bloody corpses appeared on the battlefield.

In the face of such a bloody attack, in the face of the situation that the actual commander Fu Zhen was seriously injured and could not continue to command the troops. The remaining 400 men of the Tartar artillery corps began to collapse before they could meet the enemy.

One may ask when the combat effectiveness of the Tartars became so low that it was crushed by just one round of artillery fire.

If the combat effectiveness of the Tartars was really so low, they would not have defeated the Ming army on the battlefield again and again and won the battlefield.

However, I would like to say that the main body of this artillery team in front of me is not the Tartars, but the artillery of the former Ming Army who surrendered the Tartars.

As a surrenderer, they have long lost the courage to continue the bloody battle on the battlefield. Therefore, in the face of the death brought by lead bullets to their troops in an instant, the only bit of courage in the hearts of these soldiers collapsed in an instant.

Without the courage to fight, fleeing on the battlefield became their only option.

As a result, more than 400 gunners, like frightened rabbits, began to scurry around on the bloody battlefield......

At this moment, 600 bags of explosives wrapped in cotton cloth emitting white smoke suddenly appeared over the mountain road as if it were raining under the throwing of the soldiers of the Haw Par Army. As the white soldiers continued to scurry around with increasingly frightened expressions, these explosive packets, which did not seem to be threatening, suddenly exploded like thunder.

Not only that, but a cloud of red flames mixed with a large amount of black smoke also quickly rose on the battlefield.

Of course, this is not the greatest threat to these routs.

The explosion sounded, and the rubble wrapped in the explosive bag, like a heavenly maiden scattering flowers, quickly scattered in all directions with great lethality, and pierced into the bodies of the surrounding routs.

Another heart-rending scream sounded on the battlefield, and under this round of explosives and rain of bombs, the entire battlefield seemed to experience a tornado, no, more terrifying than a tornado.

On the mountain road that stretches for hundreds of meters, it is difficult to see an upright one, not to mention people, even the thatch on both sides. As far as the eye can see, the entire battlefield of people and grass has been harvested to the ground by this deadly storm of gravel and gunpowder.

Although it was difficult to see the living Tartars and gunners on the huge scene, in the absence of convenient communication tools such as telephones, the soldiers of the Haw Par Army hidden on the side of the road still dutifully lit the remaining explosive bag in their hands and threw it out with all their might.

As soon as the explosives bag was taken off, Wang Feng and Zhao Yun's murderous orders sounded on the battlefield.

"Brothers, kill ......"

"Kill ......"

After the deafening shouts of killing sounded on the battlefield, the spear battalion headed by Wang Feng and the cavalry battalion led by Zhao Yun, holding spears and broadswords, were like hungry wolves that had found their prey one by one, staring at them with red eyes, and rushed towards the mountain road.

6,000 buckshots, more than 1,200 explosives packs......

In the face of a blow with almost no dead ends, if the Tartar artillery still has the ability to counterattack, it can only prove that the ** quality of this era is too poor.

The facts on the battlefield in front of us proved that although the ** captured Tartars cannot be said to be very good, it cannot be said that the quality is too poor.

On the battlefield full of the smell of gunpowder smoke and blood, except for a few who constantly let out bursts of wails, under the blow of the deadly storm, covered in blood and sick, there was not even a single soldier who could stand up.

In the face of such a bloody battlefield, all the soldiers of the Haw Par Army who rushed to the battlefield were stunned and showed expressions of looking at each other. Because, everyone was stunned by the bloody scene in front of them, they didn't think that thousands of explosive packs would be gathered and exploded, and they would have such great power.

Wang Feng, the commander of the spear battalion who led the team, was also taken aback. However, he reacted very quickly.

After a moment of stunnedness, the spear in his hand was like a sharp sword out of its sheath, and it stabbed into the wounded chest of a Tartar a few meters away.