A hundred paces, the tortoiseshell-like military formation of the Tiger and Leopard Army had just approached the range of the Tartar bow and arrow, and thousands of arrows emitting a cold light in the night sky flew out of the string with a whistling sound, crossed the simple guardrail of the barracks, and flew towards the Tiger and Leopard Army.

The dull crash of "bang ......" resounded on the surface of the turtle's shell, and thousands of arrows, except for a few, shot through the gaps in the shield and into the turtle's shell. All the other arrows were pierced into the shield with great force.

One round, two rounds......

Under the stunned gaze of the Tartar military camp, the Tiger and Leopard Army, which had continuously caught tens of thousands of arrows on their side, still advanced step by step with unabated speed as if they had not been attacked.

Dolgon, with a gloomy face, slammed his clenched fist on a stake in front of him, and cried out with a face full of unwillingness: "Why is God so unfair. Our shields can't stop the lead bullets fired by the Haw Par Arsenal, but the shields in the hands of the Haw Par Army can stop our arrows......"

Looking at the Tiger and Leopard Army in front of him, who were constantly advancing towards the arrows, Adjutant General Dolgon asked with an anxious face: "Lord Belle, the Tiger and Leopard Army has advanced another twenty steps, and there are less than eighty steps left from us...... What do we do next? ”

Dolgon, who gradually calmed down, analyzed in a deep voice: "The Haw Par Army has a shield in their hands, at least twenty paces away, and the bows and arrows in our hands can't help them......"

"Twenty steps ......" Hearing this conclusion, the faces of many of Dolgon's subordinates instantly turned pale.

Although they had not personally experienced the battle two hours ago, they had heard of the power of the Haw Par Army's grenades, and the fact that there was blood in front of them.

The 5,000 troops, under the grenade attack of the Haw Par Army, were wiped out in just one cup of tea.

You know, that's 5,000 soldiers armed to the teeth, not pigs. Of course, even 5,000 pigs can't be killed in just one cup of tea.

Therefore, after the news of the fiasco at the front, none of the Tartar officers who knew the inside story were not afraid of this powerful explosive that could be thrown at close range.

So, as soon as Dolgon's words fell, a cry of despair rang out beside him.

"Lord Belle, the Haw Par Army has a secret weapon that can explode, and the Haw Par Army must not be allowed to advance twenty steps outside the barracks. Their secret weapon is simply too powerful, and if they were allowed to advance to twenty paces, our barracks would be completely exposed to the range of this secret weapon. When the time comes, the Haw Par Army, which is attacking us, will use this secret weapon to break into our barracks. ”

"Yes, Lord Belle, we must not let the Haw Par Army get close to our barracks......"

Egged on by his subordinates full of fear, a look of determination quickly appeared on Dolgon's gloomy face. While staring at the battlefield with a pair of eyes, he ordered loudly: "Everyone is right, we must not let the Haw Par Army storm our barracks. I ordered: Attack the troops, and immediately launch a counterattack against the attacking forces of the Haw Par Army. I don't believe that 5,000 soldiers can't stop the attack of 2,000 or 3,000 tiger and leopard troops. ”

"Kill ......"

After the shouts of killing, which were louder than those of the Tiger and Leopard Army, sounded on the battlefield, the infantry with a thousand Tartars, holding a shield in one hand and wielding a broadsword in the other, as if they had been stimulated, rushed out of the barracks and rushed towards the Tiger and Leopard Army.

"Dog's day, the Tartars finally can't help but counterattack, and it's just ...... coming"

Facing the enemy in front of him like a wave, Wei Zheng, who was in the middle of the military formation, did not have the slightest fear, and ordered loudly with a face full of fanaticism.

"The army stopped advancing, the musketeers stepped forward, and the bombardiers prepared to deliver the bombardments at close range, destroying the enemy who had come to their deaths...... Shoot ......"

After ......the dark and slender barrel of the gun sticks out from the gap in the shield, clouds of white smoke quickly erupt from the barrel, and then, the sound of gunfire like bursting beans begins to sound on the battlefield.

Three hundred buckshot bullets, with a piercing whistling sound, formed a net in front of the military formation, and quickly flew towards the target.

In the face of dense enemies, the buckshot shot by the Haw Par Army can definitely maximize its power. In addition, the distance between the generals was less than eighty paces, and the fiery red lead bullets that had been burned by gunpowder could even directly penetrate the body of one enemy before killing or injuring another.

In the face of this kind of **, the way of charging like a sea of people has no intention of sending people to death.

Only the first round of buckshot cut hundreds of Tartars that rushed to the front to the ground.

The time lasted less than five seconds, and the second round of 300 lead bullets had already flown out of the chamber of the gun, and with a whistling sound, it continued to reap the target's life.

Dense lead bullets round after round, and in the case of close-range fire from muskets, the shield held by the Tartar in his hand did not work at all. Although the figure of the Haw Par Army was no longer visible on the battlefield that had been completely shrouded in white smoke and pitch black, with each round of gunfire, dozens or hundreds of Tartars and infantry would fall on the way to the charge.

By the time thousands of enemies had rushed to thirty paces, no less than 1,500 corpses in various positions had fallen along the entire charging path.

"Musketeers, keep shooting at the enemy...... Bombardier, start dropping bombs immediately......" After already smelling the smell of blood that was quickly spreading in the air, Wei Zheng, who had been paying attention to the battlefield, continued to order.

"Woohoo ......" Three hundred grenades mixed with the wind were quickly thrown. As soon as he disappeared into the dark night, twenty or thirty steps before the position, a ball of orange-red fireballs mixed with a large amount of black smoke exploded.

At the same time, the sound of violent explosions also began to sound on the battlefield, reaching everyone's ears.

Under the reflection of three hundred fireballs, large and small, Dolgon the Tartar saw it up close for the first time and felt the great power of the grenade.

A tartar weighing two hundred catties was lightly thrown into the sky like paper paste under the action of the huge wave of air generated by the explosion of the grenade. When the heavy body of the tartar landed with a roar, a powerful pendulum had turned into a limp corpse.

Of course, there are still things that make Dorgon even more fearful on the bright battlefield that has been illuminated by fireballs.

After a grenade emitting white smoke fell in front of a soldier and exploded, the soldier was torn to pieces in the thick flames, and even a complete corpse was not left.

Hindered by grenades, the twenty paces were like an impregnable copper wall, and no matter how much the Tartars paid with their lives, they could not rush through.

At this time, the power of the musket is even greater.

Shooting at such close range, even if the Tartars were wearing iron armor, the whistling buckshot could lightly pierce their bodies.

Therefore, the battlefield in front of me, which is only ten paces deep, is like a hell completely shrouded in death, and as long as the enemy rushes in, there is no doubt about death.