Because it was necessary to fill in a trench thousands of steps away from the city wall, which was as wide as two battles and as deep as one battle.

The five thousand infantry who were driven by the Tartars did not carry any weapons. One man carries a bag of sand on his back, and the other hand holds a light shield that can only defend against arrows from a distance, and reluctantly moves forward with mechanical steps.

A lightweight shield can't even block arrows fired at close range, let alone high-speed flying lead bullets.

In the face of the infantry who had already advanced the battle line to 300 paces, Zhou Shuyuan decisively ordered: "Heavy Franc machines, all replaced with scattered bullets, and the artillery ......"

A deafening explosion sounded along the ramparts, and thousands of lead bullets were quickly ejected by the long barrel of the Franc under the white smoke. After the muzzle of the cannon formed a huge fan-shaped killing surface, with a slight whistling sound, it flew from top to bottom towards the Tatar infantry several white steps away.

Perhaps it was because they had been beaten too much by the Tiger and Leopard Army, and as soon as the sound of artillery sounded on the battlefield, the five thousand infantry soldiers subconsciously raised their shields.

Of course, while raising their shields, the pace of their forward attack still did not change at all. Because, behind them, thousands of Tartars were bending their bows and arrows, aiming the iron arrows that emitted the cold light at the back of everyone's hearts.

However, the expectations of these infantry followers were clearly too great for the light shields of their opponents.

Like a raging storm, the lead bullets that struck the infantry followers slammed into the raised shields of the infantry followers.

The wooden shield, which was less than an inch thick, immediately emitted various sounds under the impact of buckshot.

There was the crackling of wooden shields, the impact of lead bullets hitting shields, the snorting of lead bullets penetrating shields....

Of course, what you see is more tragic than the sound.

With the help of the monoculars, Wei Zheng saw with his own eyes that among the thousands of shields held high by the infantry, at least thirty shields burst open in an instant like a heavenly maiden scattering flowers.

The shield is gone, and the infantry who are in the way of the shield will have no basis for survival.

Therefore, after the rainstorm of lead bullets, several gaps instantly appeared in the middle of the dense infantry follow-up.

Within the gap, even an infantry follower with a look of reluctance and despair on his face lay on his back and turned into a corpse.

The loss of a few dozen people can be called a flat boat in the sea for 5,000 infantry followers. Therefore, the infantry who were attacked did not stop on the battlefield, and continued to carry the sand and soil, hold the shield, and rush to the trench with a roar, completing their mission of this sortie.

At this moment, Zhou Shuyuan's order sounded on the city wall again.

"Heavy Francophone gunner, immediately change the sub-cannon and shoot at the enemy ..."

After some manipulation, thousands of infantry followers rushed forward again twenty paces, and the second deafening explosion finally sounded along the city wall.

Once again, the dense buckshot swept away like a raging storm towards the dense enemy.

Five consecutive rounds of heavy Franc machine artillery strikes, stretching for 100 paces, 5,000 infantry followed the battle and left at least 300 corpses in various postures.

Just when the gunner of the heavy Franc machine was shirtless, cooling down the gun in front of him and changing the gun. Under Zhou Shuyuan's order, more than a dozen medium-sized Franc machine guns that had been on standby were fired.

When the same shotshot is doubled, the amount of lead bullet hit is doubled, and of course, the results of lead bullets on the battlefield are doubled.

In just one round of artillery fire, more than 100 infantry fell on the attack, either dead or wounded.

The second round, the third round...

After nearly 400 infantry followers were wiped out again, there were less than 4,500 infantry followers left on the battlefield.

And on the way to the trenches, there was an entire musket battalion and dozens of Huzun guns and light Franc machines waiting for them.

One hundred and fifty paces, three hundred musketeers pulled the trigger at the same time.

A string of gunshots rang out on the battlefield, and three hundred buckshot bullets flew towards the infantry with a whistling sound.

Because muskets could only kill the enemy in the front, the lead bullets fired from the musket battalion did not achieve much success, and less than thirty infantry fell dead or wounded in the charge.

However, coupled with the more intensive fire of the musket battalion round after round, the various lead bullets that were constantly fired at the infantry had become more and more of a constant supply.

Therefore, the threat posed by the musket battalion to the thousands of infantry followers was not to kill or kill, but to deter.

Because, when the gunshots rang out, and dozens of infantry followers ended instantly, Wei Zheng, who was holding a monocular, saw with his own eyes that the offensive pace of thousands of infantry followers paused at this time.

However, driven by the Tartars behind him, he only hesitated for a moment before he had to take another step.

Heavy Franc machine, medium Franc machine, 300 new arquebuses, light Franc machine, Tiger Zun gun...

When the 5,000 infantry followers really rushed to the edge of the trench, there were almost 1,500 corpses of infantry followers on the 250-step offensive road, covering almost the entire battlefield in layers.

Three thousand infantrymen, under the orders of the Tartars behind them, quickly threw the sand on their shoulders into the trench. In the blink of an eye, the wide trench was filled in with more than a dozen passable paths.

Plus the musket battalions and the heavy Franc machines have concentrated all their fire on the Tartar archers. More than 3,000 infantry followed the battle, and without much loss, they easily crossed the trench along the path.

"Continue to attack until you capture Mushroom Valley....Only in this way can you have any hope of survival...."This is the only thought in the minds of the more than 3,000 infantry followers at this moment.

However, this idea was clearly about to be shattered in front of the Haw Par Army, which terrified them.

When the artillery continued to harvest the bodies of the infantry with lead bullets, the spear battalion had already drawn a throwing gun from the quiver beside him under Wang Feng's order, held it tightly in his hand, and prepared to throw.

Forty paces, more than 3,000 infantry followers had just crossed the trench and rushed forward with ten divisions, and Wang Feng's murderous order had already broken into the ears of every spearman.

"Brothers, throw guns..."

A flash of silver light flashed, and more than three hundred throwing spears were like three hundred shooting stars, and after being thrown by the spearman, they drew a beautiful arc in the air and flew towards the target.

The devastating strokes inflicted on the enemy are definitely more than lead bullets.

Therefore, although the casualties brought by the 300 throwing guns to the infantry followers were less than 50 people, the bloody and tragic Cheng Dù once again shocked these infantry followers psychologically.

What's more, the gun does not need to be reloaded, and the pikeman can throw it forward with his head.

The first round of guns has just whistled down, and the second round of guns has followed, ready to harvest the lives of the second round of infantry followers.