Six hundred buckshot bombs came from different directions, and the Tartars, who had nowhere to hide on the battlefield, could only choose to face these buckshots with their own bodies.

Like a wind, the buckshot swept towards the Tartars and quickly crashed into a wall of flesh made of Tartars and the corpses of warhorses.

With great force and reddened by gunpowder, the lead bullet lightly broke through all kinds of barriers and plunged deep into the body of the tartar or war horse. Subsequently, blood flowers quickly gushed out from the wounds on the Tartar's body, and the Tartar, who was hit by lead bullets, also fell off the back of the war horse one after another.

Two rounds of artillery bombardment, 1,200 rounds of lead bullets swept towards him, and the heroic subordinates again paid more than 30 casualties.

In the face of such heavy casualties, Tartar Niu Lu Zhangjing was very surprised. However, the fanatical expression on Niu Lu Zhangjing's face did not dissipate in any way. In his mind's common sense of the Ming army's operations, the overall combat mode of the Tiger and Leopard Army in front of him was basically no different from that of other Ming armies.

As for the reason why his own troops suffered more casualties than in peacetime operations, in Niu Lu Zhangjing's view, this is not because of how strong the opponent's combat effectiveness is, but because the opponent has arranged the firing sequence of his firearms units more precisely, so that his limited firepower can exert greater power than usual.

In Tatar Niu Lu Zhangjing's cognition of the Ming army's combat methods, the Ming army generally had a total of three axes, namely: muskets, artillery, and spears......

Now, muskets and artillery are used by each other, and only the last axe, the spear, is left in front of the Tartars, relying on the spear formation, to block the cavalry attack......

However, in the battles against the Ming army that he had experienced, the last axe left by the Ming army basically did not block the possibility of cavalry impact.

In many cases, just the cavalry that your own troops are good at can use a horse bow to turn the opponent's spear formation on their backs before approaching the opponent's spear formation.

The mighty cavalry had not yet made contact with the opposing spear array, and the timid and cowardly Ming army had already collapsed without a fight.

Therefore, among the three-plate axes that the Ming army is good at, the last plate axe that Tartar is not afraid of is the last one.

Although the losses brought to the troops by the first two axes of the Ming army were unexpected, it was very heart-wrenching. However, in the face of the third board axe of the Ming army, which did not pose any threat at all, in the face of the victory that was about to come. All sad and solemn expressions flashed from the Tartar's face, and were quickly overlaid with bloodthirsty expressions.

Without any command, the Tartar on a war horse is like a small warplane.

At his fastest speed, he mechanically repeated the same action, throwing arrows at the Haw Par Army's defense line, which was still shrouded in white smoke.

In the blink of an eye, the Tartar cavalry had charged twenty paces from the earthen wall.

As if they had been negotiated, the battle-hardened Tartar put away his bow and raised his broadsword as he prepared for the final charge.

At this moment, the white smoke that shrouded the line of the earthen wall was finally blown away by the wind.

To the surprise of the Tartars, the earthen wall that stretched for dozens of steps, except for the dense arrows pierced on it, there was no Ming army commander waiting to be slashed and killed.

"Where is the third plate axe of the Ming army, the spear array?" Tartar Niu Lu Zhang Jing asked loudly in his heart.

At this moment, the three deep ditches behind the earthen wall suddenly appeared in the sight of Tartar Niu Lu Zhangjing. Along with the deep ditch, there were more than a dozen Ming troops who carried Huzun cannons and retreated frantically......

Although the words retreat and retreat are only one word apart, they have naturally different meanings. Especially on the battlefield, if you use two words in the wrong situation, you are likely to bring yourself a devastating blow.

If it is a sane person, see the Haw Par Army moving along a deep trench dug in advance, and also with bulky artillery. This person's judgment of the Haw Par Army must be to retreat from the battlefield and take the initiative to abandon the earthen wall in front of him.

However, the Tartar Niulu Zhangjing, who had finally rushed to the earthen wall, had lost his reason and clear judgment because of his excitement at this time.

A dozen or so artillerymen who were frantically retreating had just come into his field of vision, and a wild scream full of excitement had already come out of his mouth.

"Warriors, the Ming army has been routed by our horse bows, and their three-plate axes have been used up. Rush through the earthen wall, kill them all, and avenge the warriors who died in battle......"

Tartar Niu Lu Zhangjing's words were like a stimulant, which made the more than 100 cavalry behind him instantly become enthusiastic.

Screaming and urging the war horse under his crotch, he waved the saber in his hand, as if demonstrating, and rushed towards the earthen wall that was only three feet high.

In the low-temperature environment of the biting cold wind, the war horses that were running faster and faster under the crotch of the Tartar had already emitted bursts of heat because of the continuous galloping.

Just when the earthen wall was only half a battle away from them, the Tartar warhorse leaped from the ground both by instinct and by the control of the rider on its back.

For the battle-hardened Tartar cavalry, the three-foot-high earthen wall is not even as good as an ordinary horse, and the war horse under his crotch can definitely be stepped over lightly.

So, when the horses rushed towards the earthen wall, each Tartar had a visceral expression of fanaticism and confidence on his face.

Sprints, take-offs...

War horses with knights on horseback quickly jumped up from the ground, crossed the earthen wall, and landed...

However, at this moment, the unexpected happened....

The Tartar cavalry, who had crossed the earthen wall, did not see the ground on which they could take a foothold, but a huge trench more than three feet deep.

What's more, a row of sharpened wooden barbs is stuck in the trench. It has been burned black and carbonized, and the very hard tip of the gun is pointed in its direction.

Just a three-foot-deep trench can deal a fatal blow to yourself, not to mention a row of wooden barbs.

Tartar's face, which had just been fanatical and confident, turned pale in an instant.

Under the action of inertia and gravity, the war horse under the crotch crashed into the trench without the slightest accident, and was pierced through the body by the wooden barbs erected high, killing him on the spot, without even neighing.

The Tartar on the horse was no better, though it was not pierced through the body by barbs. The huge inertia still threw him off the horse's back and slammed him to the ground, life and death uncertain.

In the blink of an eye, more than a dozen Tartar cavalrymen who jumped up from the ground at the same time received the surprise that Wei Zheng had prepared for them.

Either he was thrown out of the horse by the war horse and smashed on the ground with uncertainty about his life and death, or together with the war horse under his crotch, he was barbed on the body and stabbed a bloody hole with the thickness of a bowl.