The observer at the top of the pier immediately passed on this situation to his comrades in the pier.

The well-trained musketeers immediately adjusted their tactics, and no longer waiting for the sound of horses' hooves to sound directly in front of them, they resolutely lit the fiery rope and caused the fiery guns to roar when they heard it faintly.

The guns were hot for a while, but the gunners, who usually maintained them very well and cherished them more than the guns below, didn't care at all, and almost played their last function like squeezing.

The first batch of old lads were also very angry, and with one roar after another, one after another white-armored cavalry had their necks broken, or their arms torn off, or their horses killed.

All of a sudden, the white-armored Baturu, the dignified Jurchen ace cavalry, actually tasted the taste of people turning over on their backs.

Huang Taiji silently watched as these white-armored cavalrymen belonging to Mang Gutai died tragically, and Tiancong Khan's position and vision did not show the slightest pity in his strong heart, because their death was valuable.

I saw that the besieging Jurchen infantry had quickly surrounded the past under the cover of these white-armored cavalry.

As long as these destructive foot soldiers approach, then the pier made of yellow mud will definitely not be able to stop the Jurchens' brave swords and axes.

The yellow mud wall can't be harder than the blue brick city wall in Ningyuan, right?

Huang Taiji had even seen the scene of the collapse of this tall and thin and eye-catching yellow mud pier, and even simulated the scene of thousands of troops and horses shouting "long live" behind him, so he even pre-constructed the posture he should make.

However, things in the world are always so unexpected, especially on the battlefield that can be called fast-moving.

I saw that the bottom layer of the yellow mud wall that looked tight from a distance, for some reason, suddenly took the initiative to fall out of more than a dozen dry round yellow mud blocks, and as soon as the black and faint fire gun mouth stretched out, it had quickly burst out one puff after another of sparks.

Boom Boom Boom Boom ......

Because the pier was relatively closed, the roar of the fire gun was as dull as the roar of a cannon.

The brave Jurchen infantry also seemed to be terrified of these evil weapons, and only a dozen or so fell in response, and the rest became reckless.

This is something that Huang Taiji can't tolerate, the golden war knife is impossible to draw out, it is destined to belong to Ning Yuan, so the war drums of the attack sounded, and it was also a death order for the besieging minions.

- There is no advance or retreat! Retreat, slash!

At the same time, the Iron Commander Clans and the Second Echelon Stormtroopers had also rushed straight to the pier that was obviously very fragile, but still stood strong on the Liaohe Plain.

The yellow mud and the black soil are so incongruous, Huang Taiji must uproot them, but it is impossible for the whole army to press them, because he is the great Tiancong Khan and has the pride of belonging to this position.

However, when Fan Wencheng proposed to use the simplest method, that is, to bombard directly with a tiger squat, he was also categorically reprimanded by Huang Taiji, and the rest of the Jurchen nobles did not have to look at him with disdain.

Fan Wencheng had no choice but to retreat, and he sighed in his heart - in the hearts of these barbarian nobles, probably only the art of horsemanship, shooting, fishing and hunting that has been passed down in the flesh and blood of this nation is the most precious existence in this world.

The rest is nothing more than a trick of kinky.

They don't even bother to use trebuchets.

If Huang Chongzhen saw this battle situation, he would definitely refresh his cognition of this ancient nation again, and exclaimed: "Oh my God! Those most primitive siege equipment are already extremely distant and almost obsolete for Huaxia! But how come they are still regarded as the existence of the most precious being! ”

Although Huang Taiji Ming attached great importance to the literati of the Ming Kingdom on the surface, and also relied on and attached great importance to Fan Wencheng, he still felt more and more humble, and for the first time, he had some regrets for the original choice without hesitation.

In his slightly dazed gaze, the three Jurchen horsemen of Niu Lu launched a general attack on the yellow mud pier platform that stood abruptly on the plain.

The foot soldiers swarmed forward, waving their thick arms, and slashed their axes into the yellow mud wall, even if they were shaken apart by the solid stones mixed in it.

The cavalry threw the rope that helped the hook to the top of the pier, and when he saw the war horse galloping, the rope was stretched straight, and the yellow mud on the top of the pier fell down.

The wise Ming people obviously expected this primitive Jurchen cavalry tactic, so they built the bottom of the pier platform very solid, but the top adhered to the excellent and common style of cutting corners, and built it into a tofu scum project.

With nowhere to focus on the hook and rope, it was difficult to inflict substantial damage on the tiny pier, which was apparently only a dozen garrisons.

Some really excellent Jurchen cavalry had an idea, and threw the hook rope into the small hole in the wall, such exquisite accuracy, Fan Wencheng was amazed, and his confidence began to increase again.

But the Ming army in the pier platform obviously did not sit still, and before these cavalry urged the sturdy war horses under the seat to exert force, there were hot iron sand bullets and powerful crossbow arrows to fight back.

As for the gate leading to the pier, it was a thick iron plate pasted with yellow mud, and it was too small and too small, too short and too short.

Even if they were blasted away, the tall Jurchens had to bend down and get in like dogs if they wanted to get in.

But if there is a choice, this savage but proud nation will not bear such humiliation, unless there is absolute power to trample on every aspect of which this nation is proud.

In this way, the three Jurchen foot riders of Niu Lu surrounded the yellow mud pier platform called Cai's house and attacked it for three hours, except that the yellow mud wall was seriously damaged, but it had little effect.

Fan Wencheng had the urge to scold his mother, God knows how the people of the Ming Kingdom in the dog day became so serious, just a pier made of yellow mud, why do they have to build it so thickly?

At the beginning, Li Chengliang could even take the initiative to give up the six forts, why did the soldiers of the Ming Kingdom now not hesitate to protect even this inch of land?

Is the so-called Guanning Army, which is compressed in the Western Liaoning Corridor, really different from the Liaodong Army in the traditional sense?

It is said that their cavalry is called the Guanning Iron Cavalry, can it be more elite than the Liaodong Iron Cavalry in the past?

Fan Wencheng's eyes were slightly hollow, and his mind was a little dazed.

This slave who was willing to be a slave finally became a stirring spirit in Huang Taiji's drinking, and suddenly felt that this master was still worth serving: "Fan Wencheng, tell the Tiger Squat Artillery Battalion to fire all the cannons." ”

The so-called tiger squat artillery battalion is actually a few wilting slave soldiers, carrying a few rusty dog-like cannons.

These so-called cannons were nothing more than captured from the Battle of Liaoyang in the past, and the Mandate of Heaven Khan did not know their preciousness and wasted them in vain.

When they remembered that they were still of some use, they used dumb fire or even exploding their chambers to declare that they were not a momentary and lingering existence.

Even after Ning Yuan's defeat, Huang Taiji, who had fully seen the power of artillery, had already enshrined the only remaining tiger squat cannon as a baby pimple, but there was still no way to change this situation.

Just looking at the treatment of the only remaining slave soldiers who had the ability to manipulate cannons, they did not even transport livestock, but let them carry them on their shoulders and carry them with their hands when they were not well fed and clothed.

It is known that this so-called offering is nothing more than another kind of oppression and whipping.

The most important thing is that more and more shells in the warehouse are unusable due to dampness and other reasons, and Houjin has never had the spirit of research, never thought of developing it independently, and does not have this technology.

What they are thinking about has always been the precious wealth passed down from their ancestors.

One two three four five...... Six.

Six tiger squat guns, just "starting" took a little half an hour.

Just when Huang Taiji, who prides himself on being very well-educated, can't help but want to scold, just like Fan Wencheng, who has a servile face, his face is red, and he is about to lose confidence, when a tiger squat cannon lying on the black mud ground finally opened.

I saw its big dog-like body tremble suddenly, and then I heard a "boom", and a black cannonball came out of the dog's mouth and squeaked towards the Cai family's building.

Not to mention, although the soul and faith of the slave army are about to be lost due to the oppression of survival, the ancestral craftsmanship is still there.

The cannonball was smashed so hard and accurately that the yellow mud-covered wall could not resist no matter how strong it was, and it was immediately smashed out of a hole that was not too big or small.

The Jurchen foot soldiers, who had retreated twenty or thirty meters away, did not cheer because of this, but felt humiliated.

A firebolt stretched out from the hole, and as soon as the spark flashed, an iron sand bomb whistled in, blasting the big cake face of a Jurchen foot soldier who was caught off guard into a pockmarked face.

His Jurchen people did not feel sad because of this.

The cannonball did not trigger a chain reaction, more shells were still silent, and even one of them snorted in the barrel, like an explosion, bluffing Fan Wencheng, who was supervising the battle, like ashes.

However, under Huang Taiji's cold gaze, this minion had to use his life as a bargaining chip to bet on the success of his proposal, and thus build a brilliant future in the Houjin Khanate, where the wolves were gathered.

If Chongzhen saw this scene here, he would definitely be able to suddenly understand.

It turns out that the reason why hundreds of tall Jurchens and six tiger squat cannons in historical legends have been unable to capture a Cai family tower garrisoned by seventeen Ming troops for a long time.

In addition to the fact that this pier made of yellow mud was extremely strong, and the seventeen garrison soldiers regarded death as if they were at home, the Jurchens' lack of attention to firearms, their ignorance of maintenance, and their inability to study and use them were also a major factor.

Chongzhen hopes that the ancient Jurchen nation can continue to maintain this fine tradition.

I am also worried that if he still enters the Central Plains, he will push the Chinese nation, which has been proud of the world in various fields for a long time, to miraculously fall into the abyss of self-containment and even regression.

It's a very ambivalent mentality.