The Divine Fire Raven is incomparable to artillery in terms of power and accuracy, and even if the wind is not in the right direction, it will hurt itself. However, no matter how many ills there are, the Divine Fire Crow has an unparalleled advantage, that is, it has a large number and a wide range of attacks.

In the face of the overwhelming cavalry of the Tartars, the divine fire flying crows that fell from the sky were like Lei Gong being angry, and the violent explosion and scattered firelight exploded in the dense crowd.

No one knows if it will explode around him in the next moment, far away, can only see clusters of firelight, gunpowder smoke filled, listening to the violent explosion, the power of the shock is simply earth-shattering.

The first ones who couldn't bear it turned out to be the war horses of the Tartars, some of the war horses were burned by the flames, and their fur was burned through, exuding bursts of flesh fragrance. Rao is Mongolian horse has super endurance, and it can't bear it, so they run away one after another, and the tartars on it can be sinned, and they pull desperately, but it is useless.

Some people were thrown off their horses, some collided with their companions, and some were thrown to the ground on their stomachs. Still others simply escaped from the battlefield.

By the time the smoke cleared, the more than 3,000 Tartars who had charged were already lying all over the place, with corpses everywhere, and nearly 1,000 dead and wounded. The formation was even more chaotic, the front was in a mess, the back was stagnant, and there were more simply running to both sides, not daring to charge.

The Tartars were in chaos, but the Ming army was not soft at all, with the shaking of the flag, the Ming army was crazy about loading ammunition, round after round of shooting, and the stunned Tartars were simply easier than hitting the target. Delicate bullets struck flesh and blood, taking away fist-sized pieces of flesh.

No matter how strong the body is, they fall to the ground, their blood runs out, and they become corpses, and so do people, and so do horses!

The corpses of men and horses were quickly piled up in a pile, and the desperate screams before death made people shudder.

Oba, who was watching the battle, felt as if he had been stabbed in the heart, bleeding heavily!

He usually laughed at Jiannu for always losing the battle. But fighting with such an opponent and still being able to survive until now, the Eight Banners may really be worthy of its reputation!

It's not that Daikin doesn't work hard, but the enemy has Gundam!

He is so ruthless to himself, he has to do it, if he is given a chance, he would rather hide behind Jiannu than never jump out.

"King Khan, stand back!"

His men pleaded, and Oba poured blood into his pupils. Suddenly, with a swing of the knife, blood splattered, and an arm flew into the air. His men screamed in pain and fell off their horses, splattering Oba with blood.

"Listen to Ben Khan, if anyone can break through the Huzha phalanx, he will be rewarded with 10,000 silver and sealed as a commander!"

Oba is like a gambler, unwilling to fail miserably at the first hand, and bet on the book again.

This time, there were more Tartars. They gathered together, formed three arrows, aimed at the Ming army, and swarmed over.

……

"Grandpa Guo. This time, there are almost four or five thousand Tartars, do you want to go to support the general army of Vietnam? Lu Xiangsheng asked loudly.

"Not necessarily." Zhang Ke is full of confidence, and since Oba chose to add fuel tactics, it has decided his victory or defeat. Zhang Ke was not in a hurry at all, and spent time observing the situation on the battlefield.

Sure enough, the second round of Tartars rushed again, and the artillery roared on the Ming army's position. A large number of flowering shells exploded around the Tartar, and the lethality of the flowering shells was more incalculable than that of the Divine Fire Crow.

Every time the shell exploded, two or three Tartars fell from their horses, and their bodies were beaten to a bloody pulp, and their white bones and colorful internal organs were exposed. The screams of ghosts are like ghosts, making people numb.

Before they could get closer, even the most fearless Tartar hesitated.

"Bomb dropping!"

Hoarse voice, roaring loudly.

Suddenly, a group of soldiers with large bodies threw grenades vigorously, and in front of the Ming army, a barrage of death was formed, blocking the rushing Tartars. Like dumplings, it crackled and fell to the ground.

The gunfire became more violent, and all the lucky ones who remained were killed.

Zhang Yun didn't know how many times he struck the trigger, and he killed at least three Tartars.

Suddenly, a tartar came into view, although this guy was wearing ordinary armor, but the war horse under his crotch was extremely majestic. The color of the charcoal red is like the legendary red rabbit!

"Hmph, dog Tartar, you're still showing your feet!"

Zhang Yun sneered and spit out a word from his mouth: "Die!" ”

A lead pellet was propelled by gunpowder, and shot straight into the Tartar's chest with flames and smoke.

Manggus was Oba's nephew, Taiji of Nen Korqin, who fought bravely and was greatly appreciated by Oba. Mangusi was even more confident, and he wanted to let people know how powerful the Mongol warriors were.

He crouched on the back of his horse, rushed quickly, passed one pass after another, and was only less than thirty steps away from the Ming army, as long as he rushed over, he could slash and kill!

The treasure knife is already unbearable, and it needs to be full of blood.

"Die, Huza!"

He raised the big knife, and at this moment, Manggus instinctively felt that something was wrong, and subconsciously put the knife across his chest. The wide back of the knife is like a small shield that protects the chest.

In an instant, the lead bullet hit the back of the knife, and the big iron knife broke in an instant, shattering into countless small pieces, and the splashed iron pieces shot into Manggus's body, and blood flowers spurted out, his body was like a fountain, and the red liquid exploded in an instant.

Manggus's face twitched twice, and his rag-like body fell straight down.

"Taiji!"

"Master!"

The minions around him were frightened and hurriedly dismounted to rescue them.

But by the time they went down, it was too late, and Manggus had already bled dry, and there was a hideous wound on his neck, three fingers wide.

"It's over, Taiji is dead, Manggu Steji is dead!"

Losing the leader, the Tartar seemed to have been drained of three souls and seven spirits, the cronies ran back with the corpse of Manggus, and the others suddenly ran out of ideas, some ran away, some continued to charge, some forward, some backward, and the Tartars themselves were messed up.

"Forward!"

Yue Zixuan's order was given, the soldiers walked in a neat pace, approaching ten steps, and the soldiers in the first row knelt on one knee, shot bullets, and without even looking, hurriedly turned to the back and loaded ammunition.

All the soldiers were like efficient harvesters, and any Tartar could not even reach within thirty paces before they were shot by the Ming army one by one. Zhang Yun and his comrades-in-arms stepped on the corpses of the Tartars, stepped on the mountains of corpses and the sea of blood, and marched forward bravely.

With every step forward, their blood is eager!

What bullshit riding and shooting matchless, iron riding powerhouse, it's all bullshit!

Only I, the Yizhou soldiers, are the real kings and the masters of the battlefield!

For an army, what is needed is domineering, and what is needed is self-confidence.

The Ming army was rapidly transforming, slowly advancing forward, they did not have the swiftness and ferocity of the cavalry, but they were even more imposing than the cavalry! Be calm and confident. The Tartars faced them and retreated, not even having the courage to fight desperately.

……

Looking at his men fleeing from the wind, Oba couldn't believe his eyes, is this still a Mongolian warrior? It's a shame!

"I'm not reconciled!"

He carried a bloody knife, like a ghost, looked at his subordinates around him, and said sharply: "Korqin warriors, charge with Ben Khan, let us die on the battlefield!" ”

While he was screaming, a horse suddenly ran over, and the Tartar on it was covered in blood, and when he came to Oba, he threw himself and rolled down, crying and saying, "Oh no, King Khan, the Ming army has killed the Great High Ridge!" ”

Airplanes!

Oba almost spewed out a mouthful of old blood, and he had to fight hard, and the Ming army took Dagaoling, which was equivalent to inserting it in his back, and if he continued to fight, there was only a dead end.

Let's go!

Gritting his teeth, Oba turned and ran.

The subordinates couldn't hold it for a long time, Oba fled, and the people behind didn't have to hold on anymore, so they were relieved, everyone scrambled to escape, leaving countless corpses along the way, from Hanjialing to the south gate of Liaoyang, all of which were dyed bright red.

The mission of the Ming army has become to capture prisoners, cut off heads, and record merits.

Regardless of whether it was Jiannu or the Mongol cavalry, it was not their opponent at all.

"The era of cavalry is over!"

Zhang Ke sighed slightly, not that the cavalry will end, but that the cavalry will give up the status of the king, and firearms are the king.

Witnessing the end of an era, Zhang Ke has an indescribable feeling.

He had just returned to the barracks when suddenly someone came to report.

"Grandpa Guo, Huang Taiji has sent someone!" (To be continued......)