The number of Mongol cavalry was simply too many. It's their home field, it's their home. Men, women, and children all rode horses, both soldiers and civilians. From old men in their sixties to dolls of seven or eight years old, all of them can bend bows and arrows and ride horses into battle. The rumbling cavalry galloped like a dark cloud.

Lu Xiangsheng and Sun Chuanting's ears were full of the galloping of horses' hooves, and their chests even trembled with the vibration of the earth. The first time they went into battle was this kind of war, and they knew that the sentences they read in books could not be compared with reality at all - the war between words made people's blood boil, but the real war made people's hearts chill.

The Mongol cavalry attacked the flank of the Han Chinese army. Although there were wagons surrounding the position, some militiamen could not resist such a strong psychological impact, and fled backwards screaming after indiscriminately firing their guns. The Overseers will not hesitate to arrest these people who run around, and although they are not executed on the spot, they will loudly announce that they will be revoked of all the benefits they enjoy.

Sun Chuanting held a loaded arquebus, trying to protect the ignition powder in the medicine pool from being blown away by the turbulent wind. Although he was older, he also felt dry mouth, his heart was beating wildly, his forehead was swollen and painful, and he was dizzy. Around him were a dozen or so migrant workers who looked at each other in the same way, most of whom had come to earn a piece of silver, and many of them had turned pale and blue.

A militiaman who was running around was dragged away by the Warlords, who had been struggling but was shouting, 'Official, Official, let me go into battle one more time.' The first time the little one fights, the ghost is confused and runs around, don't have to demerit. Official, please let me go into battle again, my wife is still waiting for me to earn money. I'm not going to run anymore. ’

The militia who was dragged away desperately broke free from the overseer, strode to the carriage where Sun Chuanting was, and shouted without giving up: "Official, please don't drag me away." My wife is seriously ill and is really waiting for money. If I become a deserter, my mother will die. I beg you to be kind enough that I may earn a pension. ”

The militia pleaded vigorously, but the overseers refused to let him go, and were determined to drag him away. Sun Chuanting couldn't bear to hear it, and pleaded: "Let him be a migrant worker in our place, and make meritorious contributions." ”

The people of the war team also knew that these militia workers were all going into battle for the first time, and it was normal for them to be timid and cowardly. The person who ran around was immediately taken down and locked up, but he was usually given another chance to make meritorious contributions. Sun Chuanting spoke, and with the pleading of the militia, the two people from the battle team let go as soon as they had the steps, and only scolded for a while before going to inspect elsewhere.

The militia who wore the crime were grateful to Sun Chuanting and couldn't stop thanking him. Before he could say a few more words, a dense burst of gunfire came from the front line of the carriages against which the group of people was leaning, and they were thudding together.

The carriages for transporting troops were specially made with a slender firing hole on each side. When a gun is fired on one side, the missing gun is handed out from the other side. Sun Chuanting and other migrant workers were outside the car, they took the empty guns, and then handed the loaded arquebuses in.

The guilty militia apparently had received more training, and immediately began to reload as soon as they received an empty arquebus. He not only filled it himself, but also instructed other unskilled or panicked migrant workers to correct their mistakes, which made Sun Chuanting and others a lot faster.

The thumping gunfire rang out again, attracting Sun Chuanting to look at the battlefield outside the carriage. I saw that the periphery was densely packed with Mongol cavalry shouting wildly, and they were not afraid of death at all, and they kept sprinting in the direction of the convoy.

These Mongol cavalrymen did not know that the Han Chinese had changed their fighting style, and only treated their opponents with bows and arrows and spears. In addition, they were extremely fast, and it only took a few seconds for them to rush over from dozens of meters away, and they all wanted to break through the car formation and come in to fight. In order to resist their savage onslaught, the militia musketeers in the carriage fired quickly in the first few rounds, and the sound of the platoon of guns continued one after another.

Due to the close distance and dense formation, every time a gun rang out, the Mongolian cavalry outside the car formation was about to fall. But the fallen Mongol cavalry did not become an obstacle to the follow-up companions, they did not lose a people who grew up on horseback, jumped over with a light leap of horses, and continued to charge.

When the Mongol cavalry drew closer to more than 30 meters, they began to draw their bows and shoot arrows into the sky. Within seconds, hundreds of arrows would fly and fall behind the Han people's chariots. If someone is unlucky enough to be struck by an arrow, he will fall to the ground and cry out. But the Mongol cavalry outside suffered more casualties......

Sun Chuanting saw with his own eyes a Mongolian cavalryman being killed by a musket, but a Mongolian boy who was only twelve or thirteen years old immediately jumped out behind him. The child was dressed in tatters, and he was not very old, but he opened his mouth wide and shouted. After he rushed forward, he drew his bow with both hands and shot arrows, and when he stepped on his feet, the horse turned very spiritually. None of the Han cavalry mastered this kind of horsemanship.

Bang bang bang......

Another round of guns.

The Mongolian boy who was shooting arrows was roaring away, but one of them fell off his horse. His horse stopped after running more than ten meters, and pushed his head against his little master on the battlefield where the projectiles were whistling, trying to get the motionless boy to get up again. It wasn't until the next volley of guns that even the young-looking pony was killed.

"What the fuck are you stupid?" A burst of shouts sounded behind Sun Chuanting, and the people of the supervising team pumped a whip in the air, and Sun Chuanting was scared with a snap. "It's a war! You're watching a trick, reload the militia. ”

Sun Chuanting was trembling and didn't feel afraid, but found that the militia in the carriage had emptied several arquebuses that had been prepared in advance. These migrant workers were slow to reload, and the frequency of firing became much slower.

"Don't panic, don't panic, those Mongols can't beat it." The guilty militia loaded their hands and feet neatly, and at the same time comforted the migrant workers around them. Sun Chuanting re-lit a extinguished fire rope and listened to the words of the guilty militia while loading. This guy was running around in a panic just now, but he put down everything and talked and laughed.

"The training officer said that there are only a few arrows that these cavalry can shoot, and they can't kill a few of us. We had trained with cavalry before, and the Wehrmacht cavalry said that it was a fool to come directly into it. You have to be able to deal with a car formation like ours. ”

The guilty militiaman was talking happily, and with a single arrow came through the gap in the horse workshop and pierced his thigh. Immediately made him scream in pain.

With this cry of pain, two medical guards ran over to carry the guilty militia down. But this guy turned his head to look at the wound, and shouted: "Don't, don't, this is a bone arrow, not a serious injury." As the military regulations say, 'minor injuries do not get out of the line of fire' is a third-class merit. Don't carry me away, this is the credit of Lao Tzu. ”

The two medics looked at the wound, and it was indeed not very deep, not even the arrow was inserted. They pulled out the arrows on the spot, disinfected and debrided them with alcohol, and then bandaged them with a triangular towel to stop the bleeding, and that was it. Let's see if more treatment is needed after the war.

When the guilty militia saw this wound, they laughed and said, "Good luck, good luck, these dog Tartars don't have any good weapons, and they can't hurt us." This is a 'third-class merit' given to Lao Tzu for nothing, and Lao Tzu can be elected to be a national defense force, which is fifty acres of land. My wife in my family has been saved. ”

Seeing that such a guy was so happy that he was injured, the migrant workers hiding behind the carriage were really not nervous. When they heard about 'third-class merit', 'national defense army', and 'giving away 50 acres of land for nothing', many people hated that they had been shot. At this moment, the officer's shout suddenly sounded behind the militia car formation: "The car formation is relieved, let go of the gap." Spearmen, prepare for the assault! ”

As the number of arquebuses that the militia could fire decreased, more and more Mongol cavalry rushed to the front of the militia vehicles. The arrows were also gradually densed, and even some of the daring cavalry rushed directly into the chariot formation, trying to jump through the gap in the horse workshop.

In order to cope with the onslaught of the enemy's cavalry, the armored spearmen in the militia lined up in a dense formation, trying to kill through the gap opened in the chariot formation and drive away the unscrupulous barbarians outside - as soon as this gap was opened, the Mongolian cavalry outside was collectively excited and rushed over.

The Mongol cavalry, which had been chaotic, formed a cavalry team in an instant, and turned in a very small range with impressive horsemanship. At least one or two thousand cavalry rushed over in such a desperate manner.

The dense charge of so many cavalry was amazing. Sun Chuanting was immediately frightened, and subconsciously felt that this wave was difficult to resist. But the guilty militia actually laughed and said: "The artillery is about to develop, and those who shoot artillery dream of encountering such a good thing." ”

Sure enough, the dense cavalry on the opposite side had just formed, and a series of artillery sounds rang out after the open chariot formation here. The militia itself was armed only with light small cannons. Since it's a small cannon, then simply use a mounted cannon.

In addition, the two Wehrmacht infantry brigades were supported by special artillery battalions, and their mounted artillery platoons were also arranged to support the militia, so a dozen light artillery pieces were placed behind this small gap.

The classic tactic of mounted artillery is the 'three-minute burst', which takes advantage of its low recoil to rain out a large number of shells in one go. Now in the face of the rapid assault of the enemy cavalry, they even loaded the canned shotgun and sprayed it directly at the enemy's face!

The roaring cannon sound was earth-shattering, and Sun Chuanting's original worry turned into inexplicable excitement in the cannon. Because right in front of his eyes, the galloping Mongol cavalry crashed into a wall of bullets, and the people who hit them turned on their backs, and their heads were bleeding.

I have to say that those Mongol barbarians were very brave, or completely ignorant and fearless. They kept riding their horses and charging, constantly fighting and shouting, and constantly moving forward bravely. No one organized such an act of death, they did it completely spontaneously to fight for their lives.

But human life is worthless in the face of shells.

Every time a cannonball was fired, several of the dense cavalry must have fallen to the ground. Before they fall, their bodies are often shattered and shattered by the projectiles. Such a terrifying scene made the extremely worried migrant workers behind the car turn into excited shouts, and everyone was proud of their own strong force, a typical 'unconscious power'!

This kind of fighting style subverted all the imagination of war in Sun Chuanting's heart, and it is often said in the book that 'swords and soldiers intersect, and blood stains the robes', but now it seems that this is not the case at all. He stood behind the chariot formation in a daze, watching how the artillery was ravaging the enemy cavalry with ferocity. It wasn't until the fire attack was three minutes into the fire, and the barrels of all the guns were hot enough to ignite the medicine packets directly, that all the roar stopped.

The spearmen, who had finished repairing the artillery and were ready, strode out in a large formation under the shouts of the officers, and the target was the scattered Mongol cavalry who had been bombarded by artillery fire outside. It's a great time to beat up the water dogs!

When Sun Chuanting saw this, he couldn't help but feel full of pride in his heart - this Mongolian iron horse has ravaged my northern border for hundreds of years, and today it is slaughtered like a pig and a dog, and my Han army is so strong? Isn't that what we want? It's a blessing to be able to see this battle in person!