"Bang bang bang..."

A dull thud rang out along the trench, and the first round of arrows fired by the Tartars seemed to have eyes, and from top to bottom, with great force, pierced the shield and penetrated half an inch into the wood......

Seeing that there was not the slightest movement in the position in front of him that had buried the lives of countless warriors, the infantry with their shields held high continued to advance step by step with a face full of panic driven by the Tartars behind them.

After a difficult wait, the shield-raising infantry finally advanced to eighty paces.

In an instant, a murderous shout sounded in the position of the Tiger and Leopard Army on the front line of the earthen wall.

"Musket battalion, shoot forward ..."

"Bang Bang Bang ......"

The crisp sound of arquebus firing rang out from under the shield, and the barrels of the arquebuses sticking out of the earthen wall quickly spewed a stream of flames mixed with a large amount of white smoke forward.

A conical buckshot completely encased in flames flew towards a target eighty paces away at a speed invisible to the naked eye.

With a tight row of shield walls, eighty pikemen didn't need to aim at all, and the lead bullets flying out of the chamber could hit the target lightly.

However, the difference between the new musket and the old musket is well reflected at this time.

The lead bullet fired from the old musket slammed into the shield wall, and because of the lack of strength, it was stuck directly in the thick wood used to make the shield. However, the conical buckshot of the new arquebus was different.

The sharp, conical buckshot resembled a sharp sword, and it was very light and made a round hole in the wooden shield of the Tartar. Then, with residual power, the speed did not slow down and shot into the shield, and the infantry who did not even wear leather armor was on the body.

One shield next to the other, forming a shield wall directly in front of it, so I thought that the Tartar infantry behind the shield wall was also man-to-man.

Therefore, the thirty buckshot bullets that pierced the shield almost missed, and all of them exploded into the bodies of these infantry henchmen.

In the blink of an eye, at least twenty infantry men fell silently on the road, and the shields they only held in their hands fell to the ground along with their bodies.

In the eyes of the Tartars, infantry followers are cannon fodder on the battlefield, and they are artillery fire that can be caught anywhere. In this case, then these cannon fodder are dead and dead, and absolutely no Tartar will take such a second look.

So, as soon as more than twenty infantry followers fell to the ground, the roar of the Tartars began to sound in the middle of the formation.

"The soldiers in the back immediately made up for it, re-erected their shields, and continued to move forward, without stopping..."

The moment the shield wall that had just appeared was closed by the shield again, the second round of lead bullets fired by the musket battalion was already flying towards them with the crisp sound of gunfire.

More than 20 infantry followers fell to the ground with screams.

Of course, the three hundred Tartar cavalry who followed closely behind the infantry and were responsible for pressing the formation were not idle.

Seeing that the silent Ming army's position finally moved, the three hundred Tartars seemed to have been suddenly given a dose of chicken blood, and their eyes lit up to speed up their archery, shooting arrows one after another at the Ming army's position.

To their disappointment, however, the arrows they threw did not achieve any results other than a 'thump...' impact on the shield.

The musketeers, on the other hand, who were hiding under their shields, continued to reap the lives of the Tatar infantry hiding behind their shields at a rate of three rounds of lead bullets per minute.

Fifty paces....The lead bullet fired by an ordinary arquebus could finally penetrate the shield wall and shoot into the body of the Tartar infantryman.

At this time, the Tartar infantry who rushed to the front followed, and almost every step forward, several corpses fell.

When the Tartar attacking army had advanced to a distance of thirty paces from the defensive line, at least 200 Tartar infantry fell dead or wounded on the way to the attack, completely abandoned by the Tartars.

At this time, Wei Zheng, whose eyes had never left the battlefield, finally spoke...

"Musket battalion, immediately retreat, enter the second line of defense for arming ......."

"Spear battalion, throw guns ready to ......"

The moment when the musketeers, hidden behind the earthen walls and behind the walls of the trenches, retreated behind the trenches with their shields on their shields. The three hundred pikemen who had been cowering on the other side of the trench, like hunters who had suddenly spotted their prey, rushed to the other side of the trench with their shields on their heads, and drew a spear from their backs that emitted a cold light.

"Throw the gun in the first round, throw the ......" after a loud shout came out of Wang Feng's mouth.

The three hundred spearmen quickly lowered the shield above their heads, and with all their strength, threw out the throwing spear weighing several pounds in their hands.

The moment the butt of the gun was thrown, the shield that had just been lowered was once again held above the head of the pikeman.

Because this series of movements was so fast, although the arrows thrown by the Tartar never stopped, none of them hit the pikemen who had just lowered their shields.

Three hundred throwing spears flew out of the trench with a whistling voice, and after drawing a beautiful arc in the air, some of them pierced the Tartars' shields held high, some followed the Tartar infantry hiding behind the shields, and even the Tartar archers.

With a series of dull screams sounding in front of the position, the first round of spears thrown by the spear battalion was like a rain of gunshots, instantly taking the lives of dozens of Tartars.

In addition, dozens of Tartars were directly pierced through their bodies by throwing guns, nailed to the ground, and let out bursts of heart-rending screams.

In just one round of gunfire, the Tartar army suffered at least fifty casualties.

Although Wang Feng, who was dozens of steps away, could not see the results with his own eyes, the screams made by the Tartar had proved to him that the excellent results achieved in the first round of gun throwing had been very good.

After a sneer quickly flashed at the corner of Wang Feng's mouth, he continued to order: "The second round of gun throwing preparations... Throw..."

A piece of silver light flashed, and three hundred throwing spears emitting a cold light flew out of the trench again, flying towards the Tartar army array....

Just as the three hundred spearmen had just put their shields above their heads, ready to catch their breath, Wang Feng's roar reached their ears again.

"The third round of gun throwing preparation...... Throw..."

"The fourth round of gun throwing preparation...... Throw..."

After all four rounds of throwing guns were thrown, looking at the Tartar army formation that was already slightly chaotic in front of the position, Wei Zheng suddenly opened his mouth and ordered: "All the spear battalions are there, retreat immediately, and abandon the first line of defense..."