Zierharang felt that the bullets were not long-sighted, and Lu Xiangsheng, who was in the Han army, also felt the same.

Different from face-to-face fighting, queuing for shooting requires soldiers to have extremely high psychological quality and thick nerves. They need to reload ammunition in an orderly manner while facing life and death, and complete a series of tedious tasks. The rain of bullets and the casualties of their comrades did not affect them in the slightest. But few people can do that.

Lu Xiangsheng transported a shell to the artillery on the front line, and when he retreated, the migrant worker who was carrying the shell box with him suddenly fell to the ground and fell down. On closer inspection, the migrant worker's back was soaked in blood, and a stray bullet flew out of nowhere and hit him. This death without warning made Lu Xiangsheng's legs weak with fright, and he fell to the ground panting, and his mind was blank.

Several medical soldiers rushed up and carried the migrant worker who had been shot down on a stretcher, probably trying to help him. Lu Xiangsheng was dragged down by his hands and feet, and after checking that he was not injured, the medical guards gave him two slaps and shouted, 'Wake up, the battle is not over yet'.

Lu Xiangsheng was sober, but he was silent. He looked at his own front line again, and the soldiers were all standing upright, and from time to time someone was hit by a projectile fired from the opposite side, and they also fell silently. And no matter how many dead and wounded, the other soldiers continued to fight and continue to stand on the front line.

All this requires iron discipline and will to maintain in order to exert strong combat effectiveness.

"Luckily, luckily we still have cannons!" Lu Xiangsheng's gaze turned to the artillery on his own front.

The Han Chinese army numbered 30,000 men and formed a huge defensive formation. There were about 50 large and small artillery pieces arranged on the defensive line of this formation, and the artillery became the pillar of the Han army to maintain the firepower output on the battlefield. As long as the artillery is still ringing, the Han soldiers feel that they have an advantage, and they can better play the level of training and output more damage.

Artillery, artillery, every soldier on the battlefield wants more artillery on his side. Because as long as a shotgun is fired, the enemy on the opposite side will be emptied, and the pressure on your side can be quickly relieved or even released.

Due to the lack of well-built gun emplacements, the battalion artillery that entered the burst state could only fire two or three rounds per minute. Although this is not comparable to the level of training, it is also extremely ferocious firepower.

Lu Xiangsheng once again returned to the ranks of migrant workers who were carrying artillery shells, and delivered shells to the artillery twice in a row. He saw with his own eyes rows of Jurchen soldiers on the opposite side being blown down. The cold-armed soldiers who could only stand and be beaten could no longer control their emotions, and all of them suddenly charged towards the Han formation.

For those targets that are running, the artillery is not flexible enough, but the continuous platoon of guns can easily defeat them. After about half an hour of fierce fighting between the two sides, the Jurchen queue began to be unstable. The shamanic priests who maintained morale were all killed or wounded, and a large number of people were retreating.

"Forward, forward!"

"Gun on the shoulder!" Shouts rang out, and a large number of flintlock musketeers stepped out from behind the lines of the car. The loaded flintlock pistols were on their shoulders, and they marched forward in a neat line. Then the militia, armed with arquebuses and spears, also broke away from the line and took the initiative to close the distance to the enemy.

Amin was leading his own army to stop the Han attack, and he still had about two or three thousand men under him, which was the most complete of the Jurchen army at present. The men were still in a relatively neat line of guns, firing at the Han soldiers who were approaching in great stride.

The Jurchen firecrackers fired a volley of guns, and more than a dozen Han soldiers in front of them immediately fell. The advancing Han army column wavered, and the officer holding the command knife immediately shouted: "Advance, not retreat." ”

So the Han soldiers continued to move forward, and many of them appeared to have stiff hands and feet because of fear, and they were in the same posture of hands and feet. But under the pace of the overall queue, no matter how frightened the soldier is, he can only follow the steps of the brigade.

A barrage of guns rang out again, and the Han soldiers fell twenty or thirty more, and the number of dead on the entire front was even greater. The same commotion was repeated, but the soldiers still had to move forward.

After a while, more than a dozen artillery men chased after the large wheel of artillery. The artillery squad leader appeared on the side of the advancing queue and shouted: "Don't be afraid, brothers, let's crush these Tartars." ”

The enemy's platoon guns rang out again, and the shouting artillery squad leader fell in response.

The deputy squad leader immediately stood up, straightened his waist and waved his hand and shouted: "Our artillery can also use bayonets and kill these dog tartars!" ”

The distance between us and the enemy had been reduced to fifty meters, but the Jurchen platoon had to stop. Their reloading speed was slow, and Amin had expected continuous fire to repel these approaching Han Chinese, but the other side was completely unmoved to bear the casualties, so he stepped forward straight.

"Stand! Gun under the shoulder, aim! ”

The Han flintlock musketeers finally heard the long-awaited order. They stopped in unison, lowered the guns they were carrying on their shoulders, and aimed at the enemy in front of them.

The artillery with reduced charge spoke first, and the deputy squad leader holding the command knife waved his hand heavily, "Open the cannon!" ”

Amin's pro-army soldiers couldn't help but tremble, they had all fired arquebuses in successive rows, and they were powerless at the moment. In the face of the muzzle of the Han people's black hole, no matter how tenacious the nerves are, they will collapse. Especially when the battalion artillery that followed up spewed hot and dazzling flames, countless Jurchen soldiers finally broke free from the shaman's mind control and began to turn around and flee.

"Don't run away!" Amin saw clearly behind the battle, and as soon as the artillery fire on the opposite side rang out, the Jurchen firecrackers who were barely lined up fell into a big gap. He was heartbroken and panicked, and originally wanted to stabilize his morale before throwing himself into the Mongol cavalry charge, but now the entire offensive front was constantly collapsing, and the situation was degraded to the point of being out of control.

"Death to those who retreat!" Amin rode his horse and slashed several Jurchen fugitives to death. The Jurchen soldiers who were emotionally broken all looked at him, looking at this Erbeile of the Great Jin Kingdom, the honorable Lord of the Blue Banner. The Jurchen soldiers did not want to escape, they also wanted to win. But now the firepower of the Han people is too strong, and now they need someone to tell them how to do it.

Aminze stepped forward immediately, but he had to fight to the death. The Han people on the opposite side were fifty meters away, and the horses could rush over with a few breaths. His method was to rush to the Han people with his strong cultivation, disrupt their formation, and set an example for the routing Jurchen army.

Seeing Amin taking the lead, many of the girl's real soldiers really regained their morale, and they also clung to their swords, guns and firearms, and decided to follow the banner master to fight hard. Two or three thousand people rushed out in a hula, and although the formation was disorderly, it was also quite imposing. Even the Mongols, who were watching the battle from afar, were watching to see if the Dajin Kingdom could come back to life with this desperate blow.

Amin's rise to the occasion immediately became the focus of attention of the audience. His vigor erupted, as if wrapped in a dazzling flame, and the war horse under his crotch swelled out of thin air, as fierce as a lion tiger. He first bent his bow and shot an arrow, killing several Han soldiers on the opposite side, and then raised his steel sword......

Bang bang, a series of guns all hit Amin. The flaming energy outside his body was immediately beaten and subsided, and even his forward posture was forcibly held down, making it difficult to advance an inch.

A row of flintlock musketeers turned and retreated, and the next row of flintlock muskets stepped forward and took aim again.

Another string of guns, steady, calm, calm, without the slightest panic. The Han soldiers have passed the most difficult hurdle and are very calm in their hearts. They walked through the Xifeng Pass, crossed the Yanshan Mountain, entered the prairie, and came to the territory of the alien race. They have endured countless griefs, survived rigorous training, withstood the madness of their stubborn enemies, and delivered a fatal blow in order to face the most ferocious enemy.

Platoon guns, platoon guns, a series of platoon guns.

The vigorous gunfire stunned Amin and his own soldiers who had fought for his life. In the end, the cannon that came up to fight the bayonet roared again, and a wave of bullets completely knocked Amin to his stomach.

Abatai rushed up from behind, hugged Amin's body and quickly retreated. Amin was in his arms, his clothes and armor were tattered, his face was covered in blood, and his strong body had many bullet holes. He raised his head weakly, only to see that the Jurchen army under his command was retreating, constantly fleeing.

The continuous rows of guns by the Han soldiers not only beat the Mongols to cry and cry for their mothers, but also demoralized. Now even the Jurchens can't stand the continuous dense projectiles, and the density of firepower on both sides is not at the same level at all - the Jurchens fire one projectile, and at least five or six rounds are fired from the opposite side. If you add artillery, then the person who fights will not be able to fight back.

"Defeated, defeated......" Amin was caught on horseback by Abatai, watching the Dajin Kingdom be formed with heavy money, and the army that he had bothered to create was dying. He, the banner master, couldn't carry it, and the others couldn't carry it.

An army of 30,000 Han Chinese was in pursuit, bayonets and spears instead of muskets and artillery, and they ran after the Jurchens' buttocks. The Jurchen army dismounted and fought on foot, and they could only flee on two legs. Only the Mongols, who were watching from a distance on horseback, slipped away as soon as they turned around, running faster than rabbits.

"My Daikin business for decades is all ruined today." Amin panted tightly, and his body couldn't stop jolting on the back of the fleeing horse. He saw that the leader of the Karaqin tribe, Bulgadu, was rushing back to Qingcheng vigorously, and he knew that this Mongol was not going back to prepare to resist, but obviously to go back and prepare to surrender.

"These soft-boned guys, whoever has a big fist will take refuge in whomever they want." Amin smiled bitterly and said, "Abatai, quickly gather our people together and evacuate, we will withdraw to Guangning, Jinzhou, or at least Shenyang." ”

Abatai was also in grief, he did try to reunite his subordinates, but the Jurchens running around were like headless flies, running in all directions. In particular, the Han people were in hot pursuit, and the Han cavalry on tall horses was not many but the most ferocious. They could all fire with firearms on their horses, and when there were many people, they rushed there, not giving the Jurchens a chance to regroup.

Abatai was much more pessimistic than Amin, and he looked at the mess and cried bitterly: "These Han people will not let us go easily. Guangning, Jinzhou, and Shenyang may not be able to keep it, and maybe we will have to retreat to Hetuala. ”

At the mention of 'Hetuala', Amin's brain suddenly shook, and he raised his head with all his strength and asked, "Zilharang, where is my brother Zilharang?" ”

"Dead." Abatai cried out: "My brother Degele is dead, and so is your brother Zilharang." He led a thousand people to kill them, and after a while, he was killed by those Han people. ”

"I told him not to rush up." Amin was so angry that he was about to sit up from his horse. But he was covered in blood as soon as he got it, and his body couldn't support his wishes, and he fell down with a cry.

This strenuous action seemed to exhaust Amin's last strength, and his voice quickly changed: "The Ming army is also Han, and the revolutionary army is also Han. They are all Han Chinese, why are they completely different? Why is that? We've done our best, so why can't we win? ”

"Amin, Amin, hold on!" Abatai fled on horseback as he shouted, "Amin, don't die." If you die, our Western Route Army will be finished. ”