Wunag was born in Mongolia, and since the old slaves started their army, although the territory has become larger and larger, there have been many casualties among the soldiers, and the Jurchens alone are no longer enough to hold the huge territory. Therefore, the old slave set about absorbing the Mongols, and personally ordered the formation of two battalions on the left and right.

Due to Zhang Ke's survival, Jiannu suffered greater losses, so more Mongols were recruited. Take Wunag as an example, he has more than 8,000 cavalry, except for more than 1,000 Jiannu, the rest are Mongols, and they are the main force on the battlefield.

Wu Neg is a clear-eyed guy, in his heart except for the wild boar skin, no one else is a problem, as for the Ming army, it is a group of garbage in the garbage.

In the early years, he invaded Datong with the Mongol army, and the Ming army retreated in the city, allowing them to loot and burn, and did not even dare to take care of it. If it weren't for the fact that they didn't have siege equipment, they were afraid that Datong would have been defeated.

As the so-called ignorant are fearless, the Mongolian cavalry rushed forward with great momentum, shouting and killing to the earth.

But what was more fierce than their shouting was the artillery fire of the Ming army, and the blazing iron balls kept passing through the middle of the tartars, and every time it was a tragic bloody alley, and the people around them didn't have time to react, they saw their companions fall under the war horses one after another, and there was no more sound.

A cannonball hit the entourage of Wu Nag's side, the head was instantly knocked away, blood flew all over the sky, and the frightened war horse dragged the headless corpse forward, and Wu Nag couldn't help but feel his heart tighten when he saw it.

But he didn't want to retreat, in addition to bragging with Huang Taiji, Wu Nege also knew that the cannon could only fight for a while, and it had to be cooled down, even if it was a heavy loss, as long as he gritted his teeth, he would survive!

"Kill! Rush forward for me! ”

The Tartar gritted his teeth, stepped on the corpse of his companion, and rushed forward desperately against the artillery fire of the Ming army.

After all, solid shells have limited damage, as long as they are hard-hearted. The Ming army really couldn't catch them all. However, Li Yong was not so greedy, his gaze was withdrawn from the mounted cannon mirror, and he issued an order again: "The target distance ahead, three hundred and thirty-five steps!" ”

"Three hundred and thirty-five steps!"

The soldiers on the deck immediately sprang into action, pushing numerous guns, creaking and creaking, and the forehand behind the guns desperately turned the spiral iron handle of the gun tail. The Ming army had many artillery, and the three-pounder cannon was different from the general Franc machine gun, and the angle firing was different from the six-pounder gun. The amount of gunpowder used, again, varied.

Especially between each ship, there is a need for flag coordination, and speed will inevitably be affected.

In Li Yong's triangular eyes, the fierce light was revealed, like a man-eating beast. Although the Ming army had the upper hand, he was just as unkind.

"Rabbit cubs, hurry up for Lao Tzu, mother-in-law. Touching the inside of the crotch, did you get a knife? ”

The soldiers who were scolded trembled and could only use the fastest speed, although they could not meet the needs of the thousands. But at least a few words less.

"Adjusted!"

"Adjusted!"

Finally, the armor commanders of each artillery piece reported loudly.

Li Yong shouted loudly to the leader: "Artillery battalion salvo preparation, target distance." Three hundred and thirty-five steps! ”

The herald hurriedly shouted loudly: "Salvo preparation, target distance, three hundred and thirty-five steps!" ”

"Shelling!"

"Put!"

"Put!"

"Put!"

The muzzle of the cannon spewed flames. At the same time as a large puff of smoke erupted, a heavy solid iron ball roared out, and the huge recoil, the two-wheeled gun carriage, with the cannon body above, quickly retreated backwards. On the left and right of this artillery, the same loud noise continued, and large puffs of gunpowder smoke erupted from the muzzles of each artillery.

There was a strong vibration, and it seemed that the ice was trembling, but fortunately, the deck of the warship was strong enough, and after the cannon was fired, it was quickly reset, and the soldiers quickly cleared up and prepared for the next round of attacks.

If you look at it from above, you will find that every ship is like a horizontal line on the Bagua array, connected together, blocking the road, the cannon roars constantly, and the Tartars die on the ice in pieces.

Their blood flowed out and quickly coagulated, freezing them into ice sculptures, leaving behind the most painful side of their deaths......

The battle continued, and after paying huge casualties, the Tartars finally rushed to the front of the Ming army, the artillery had lost its effect, and those eager musketeers became the protagonists of the battlefield!

"Shoot!"

Yu Weiliang excitedly gave an order, and a group of gunmen hurriedly pulled the trigger, only to see that the Tartars in front of him were shot and fell off their horses. Each ship was carefully calculated to form a flanking angle, with bullets fired on both sides, and the Tartar in the middle could only be slaughtered.

The soldiers could hit as long as they kept reloading and firing, with their eyes closed.

Vunag also noticed that if he continued to fight like this, it would not be long before his subordinates would be wiped out. But what can he do, the Ming army is hiding in the cabin, the thick deck, and there is even thicker ice outside, indestructible.

The arrows of the Tartars rained down, but they did little good.

They beat the Ming army like tickling, but the firearms of the Ming army are more fierce than poisonous snakes, as long as they are bulleted, it is a dead end.

The veins on his forehead were exposed, his teeth rattled, and his gaze gradually fell between the two ships. After all, the sea surface could not be as precise as on land, and the gap between some ships was too large, more than ten zhang wide, which seemed to be the best route for attack.

"Rush, rush this way!"

Wuneg shouted loudly, and the Tartars behind him followed, and a surge of brains rushed up, bullets kept coming from both sides, and the personnel kept falling off their horses, but the Tartars still had undiminished momentum.

Finally the striker broke through the gap, and a smug smile appeared on Wuneger's face, no matter how powerful the Ming army was, the ship was indeed a good fortification, but as long as it was surrounded on all sides, how many soldiers could a ship have, even if it was a mouthful of foam, it could drown them!

"Warriors, kill Nikan!"

Vurnegg shouted loudly, but in an instant he was so startled by the sight in front of him that he almost fell off his horse.

The Tartars in front turned their heads one after another, and when they wanted to rush around, suddenly their feet were empty, and they all fell down in an instant, and the Tartars in the back strangled their horses, but some people were still slow and fell into the ice hole.

It turned out that the Yizhou soldiers brought a lot of agar and fierce fire oil, and after the sea surface froze, they chose a place with thick ice to ignite it, and constantly scooped out the melted water, forming a large ice pit with a very thin bottom.

The cavalry of the Tartars fell, and the ice pit collapsed instantly, and the men and horses fell into the icy sea together, and in an instant the people froze, like stones, and sank.

There were too many falling tartars, the bottom of the ice pit was shattered, and the sea water desperately surged up, forming a pool, and the falling tartars were still struggling, and the cold sea water quickly took away the last bit of vitality and devoured them mercilessly. At this moment, even if the Tartars wanted to charge, they couldn't rush through.

The Tartars, who could not advance, became the best target of the Ming army, and the sound of fire on both sides was constant. The bullet penetrated through the body of the Tartar, the blood mist burst out, and he kept falling, Wu Nag was at a loss at this time, he really regretted it extremely, why did he crash into the trap of the Ming army.

"My lord, Sibeile has an order to let you retreat!"

There were a thousand and ten thousand unwilling to hear this order, and when he heard this order, he still felt a little relieved. Left behind more than two thousand corpses, the rest of the Tartar wolves fled back. (To be continued......)