The subordinates behind Chongzhen boasted that their marksmanship was far inferior to him, and they had been silently waiting for this opportunity for a long time.

When the raft was close to the firing range, he immediately lit the arquebus and fired, just as the Jurchen cavalry who was thunderous and bullied his compatriots into a sieve.

Neither the other cavalryman nor the horse on the raft survived.

The Jurchen cavalry was tall and large, and the red armor that represented the honor of the banner people made it look particularly bloated, so that the fully armed front and rear double horses had already crowded the raft with narrow front and wide back.

As a result, there were no armed combatants on the raft at the beginning.

The old man of the Han family, who could even hold a raft on the Yalu River, shook the wooden oar, not because he didn't want to jump into the river to escape, but because his feet were also firmly tied to the raft, and he couldn't escape unless he was cut with a sharp weapon.

And he didn't even give him a single weapon except for the long pole of the raft, and the wooden oar, and the cunning red flag Jianzhou Jurchen.

In fact, he can't be allowed to have time to escape, and he hasn't even recovered from the loud sound of the fire, and the horror of the banner man dying violently with men and horses.

An arrow whistled in him, piercing through the back of his head and out of his forehead, nailing it to the raft, and seeing his thin body shake violently and slightly like chaff, and then there was no more sound.

The nimble raft lost human control, and soon lost all spirituality, and was swept downstream by the surging waters of the Liao River, breaking away from the fleet, without causing the slightest hindrance to the Jurchen brigade that followed.

The old men who controlled the raft on the raft that followed behind were not necessarily very lucky.

In the angry whipping of the banner man, he shook the wooden oar more vigorously and controlled the raft to move more quickly to the other side.

"Mourn its misfortune, be angry with it!"

In the face of this cruel scene, Chongzhen, who has repeated this sentence countless times, and his subordinates remain silent.

The raft was followed by many boats of different sizes inlaid with red flags in Jianzhou.

Looking at its situation, it is obvious that there is no fear of the few guns on the shore, and it is probably well aware of the shortcomings of the cumbersome reloading and slow rate of fire of the Great Ming Firearms.

Therefore, they all just wanted to go ashore quickly, and they could cut these bold Ming scouts to pieces with a casual charge.

Scattered arrows have crossed a long arc in the air, crossing the river and sinking into the soft tidal flats on the shore, and it is believed that they will soon threaten Chongzhen and others.

But this guy just slowly retreated, still reloading his ammunition for a long time.

Wu Sangui, who was watching the battle on horseback on a small high slope in the distance, couldn't help but feel a touch of worry in his heart, and couldn't help but scold: "This bastard, why don't you fire yet?" Isn't there still an iron sand bomb? ”

However, soon, Wu Sangui had a new understanding of Chongzhen's so-called flexible and changeable tactical tactics.

Looking into the distance, I could vaguely see the heavy truth of the loaded ammunition, and I picked up the fire gun and aimed at it.

But it was not the red knights who were prepared and lying on top of the raft, or the horses that were crouching down on their knees to reduce the chance of being hit, but the poor old men who were rocking their oars hard.

"Bang!" The poor old man fell on the raft in response.

When he looked closely, he had been smashed in the head by the fire, and before he could even convulse, he was no longer silent, and blood and brains splashed all over the raft, but he was soon washed clean by the waves of the Liao River that kept rushing up the raft.

Chongzhen has always adhered to the principle of teaching by word and deed, and his subordinates are also very good at learning from others.

Seeing this, they all opened fire one after another, although they did not have the accuracy of a headshot like Chongzhen, but they also killed and injured several old men of the Han family who were supporting the raft and rocking the oars.

The most important thing is that the tragic cries of the old men who were injured or not dead directly shocked the old men who worked hard for Jiannu afterwards, and were so frightened that they subconsciously slowed down the ancestral craft - forcibly rocking the oar.

Even if the banner man behind him desperately waved the saltwater-soaked whip, it would be to no avail.

The mixed Jurchen fleet, which was crossing the river, finally fell into a brief chaos.

Finally, an arrow landed only three zhang away from Chongzhen, and the bastard didn't say a word, just ran away, without the blood and courage of Guan Ning's iron cavalry.

Jiannu, who was holding back his anger for a while, but was getting closer and closer to the shore, laughed loudly, and roared with a whimper, as if to say, "Minggou is leaving", which really lost the face of Guan Ning Tieqi.

Wu Sangui closed his eyes in pain, not because he really fled, but because he couldn't bear to see those upright Jurchens, and finally fell into the trap of that cunning boy.

After all, Wu Sangui knows him well, and he knows how much bad ink is hidden in this kid's stomach that seems to be running away in a panic.

Although he has been doing this since the last meeting, and has gone too far, it does not prevent him from defining Shigezhen's flexible tactical tactics as shameless acts.

"Shameless!" Wu Sangui sighed silently.

Facts have proved that only shameless people can empathize with the shamelessness of others.

Wu Sangui, who was looking far away, saw those poor Jiannu vanguard cavalry, who were able to lead the untied war horse ashore, and had just stepped on the war horse and ran a few steps.

Before he could gallop, the huge and powerful horse's hooves were too heavy, so they were deeply immersed in the soaked tidal flats, and they couldn't pull it out, so they shouted in the ancient Jurchen language.

"It's so wet! Sure enough, it's so wet! Wu Sangui suddenly burst out laughing.

But as an honorable banner man, the Jianzhou Jurchen Red Banner Cavalry is undoubtedly very fierce and brave.

Seeing that he couldn't do anything, instead of panicking, he simply jumped off his horse and roared angrily towards Kankan who disappeared into the lush green grass, probably hiding in the dry seze cave.

Behind them, there was a steady stream of rafts and boats anchored on the shore, and more and more cavalry were boarding the tidal flats, and the strong and primitive Jurchens had obviously seen much more about such battlefields.

Seeing this, he simply dismantled the raft or boat, and laid one plank after another on the muddy tidal flat, and saw that a road leading to the green grass for war horses to gallop was coming.

Wu Sangui clenched his fists extremely nervously, his palms and back were full of sweat, and he suppressed his anger and roared: "What are you waiting for? Hurry up! ”

At this moment, in the trenches, which were well concealed by the grass, there were a series of loud firebolts.

Bang bang......

Twenty or thirty Jiannu cavalrymen who were charging forward on foot had not even had the idea of exploring the green grass in front of them with bows and arrows, and they were shot one after another, falling to the ground, bleeding to death.

The red armor that represented honor did not play the slightest role in blocking iron sand bullets, but became the best stepping stone for laying on the tidal flats.

Jiannu didn't seem to have much awe for the loss of his life, and he didn't have much grief when he saw the tragic death of his companions, but calmly continued to land, spread the ground, reassemble, and prepare for battle.

In the previous ten years, Jiannu had accumulated a lot of experience in fighting the Ming army.

Therefore, just from the sound of firecrackers, the number and location of this group of Ming troops were judged.

So all of a sudden, a hundred fully equipped cavalry were under the leadership of a particularly strong Jiannu.

Still shouting in the ancient Jurchen language, he had already urged the war horses under his seat to quickly and ferociously pounce on the hidden position of the Chongzhen Department along the charging road paved with wooden planks.

Before the men and horses arrived, the arrows had already been fired in unison, and in the form of projectiles, they sank into the grass half a man high.

Chongzhen also has the ability to hear and distinguish situations, and has the foresight, and there are indeed not many people arranged in this spacious trench.

And, strictly adhering to his tactical idea of "changing places with one shot", he had already hid to the other side, silently loading ammunition for the empty barrel.

When the first wave of Jiannu's arrows rose into the air, before gravity hit the ground.

The second wave of firecrackers rang out one after another, and although it could not steadily suppress the Jiannu cavalry, which had quickly increased their speed, it was enough to make those who were in the lead turn on their backs, and lost twenty or thirty more.

In this way, this group of red flag Jiannu was a little confused, but they still firmly believed that as long as they rushed to the front, as long as the weak chicken-like Ming army had nothing to hide, they would let the fierce Eight Banners master chop melons and vegetables.

Therefore, instead of decreasing, its momentum has been faster, and it has almost pushed the speed of the war horse to the extreme.

The second wave of arrows had also been placed on their bowstrings, but the Guan Ning youths in the No. 1 trench, which had exposed all their positions, had already taken the lead and quickly came to the No. 2 trench through the auxiliary road.

Therefore, when Jiannu's arrows fell, the imaginary screams were not heard, and the cavalry men with red flags finally couldn't maintain a cold mentality, and rushed into the grass with a roar.

Some horses fell into the trench unexpectedly, so the subsequent cavalry jumped in that straight line.

As Wu Sangui had predicted, they easily crossed the trench with their superb riding skills, but they inevitably touched the simple trigger device of the clay pot mine.

Boom Boom Boom!

The Jurchen cavalry's horse control skills were really excellent, and after they were spread, they all jumped up almost at the same time.

As a result, the sound of explosions sounded almost at the same time.

The power of the improvised clay pot mines was very limited, because the horses flew up at that moment, they did not blow up the cavalry on the horses, and even affected them very little.

However, the limbs and abdomen of the war horses were greatly impacted, and the sturdy horses fell from the air into the grass with a scream, and fell hard into the grass.

Even if the knight on the horse was not killed, he was stunned.