Under the whipping of the Jurchen Governor's team, the artillerymen from the Han family finally smashed one after another tiger squat shells on the platform of the Cai family with tears in their eyes.

After a dozen or so, the yellow mud wall was already scarred, but the process took a whole hour.

Such efficiency naturally made Huang Taiji not very satisfied, and the Cai family was still standing firmly on the black soil like a stubborn old man.

As a result, the United Communist Party did not send out a few shells of the tiger squat artillery battalion, and the artillery fire stopped at the beginning.

The Jurchens rode on foot and went on the field again, and the number of people increased to two Niu Lu, six hundred people.

Around the Cai family's building, the rain of arrows like locusts poured over almost without gaps, almost drowning them, and there were also a lot of powerful wolf's teeth and arrows, each arrow could make the yellow mud fall down in a swoop.

The yellow mud wall is clearly on the verge of collapse.

Many arrows pierced into the holes, but they did not penetrate into the flesh and blood as expected.

After all, the Ming soldiers stationed here are indeed very stubborn, but they are not stupid recruits with enthusiasm, but they are all tenacious veterans.

Together, the shells, including the observer, had abandoned the first two layers and burrowed into the bottom layer where they had to be shortened.

Seventeen Guanning men were crowded inside, but they just plugged the holes in the entire circle of walls, ensuring that there were blocking points in every direction, and every hole was a firepower point.

When the shells fell on their heads, in order to conserve their physical strength and save the so-called air in Shigejin's mouth, they silently endured it, waiting for the best fighter to come.

The tenacious yellow mud wall with a low posture well removed the not very strong tremor of the tiger squat shells, just to survive this round of shell bombardment, and then be able to fight proudly and proudly over the Liao River.

So, as soon as the shells stopped and the enemy came around, the guns began to roar again.

Whistling iron sand bullets and powerful crossbow arrows came out of the small hole at the bottom one after another, and in the shorter and shorter distances, the power of the primitive gun was brought into full play.

There are iron sand bullets in front to open the way, and crossbow arrows in the back to make up for damage, and every bullet and arrow can make a Jurchen warrior hurt and even killed.

- Even the besieging Jurchen warriors have been replaced by the children of the Eight Banners with shields and armor from the marginal savages in the old woods with uneven armor and random clothes.

The roaring charge of the past has also become a shrinking ball, advancing step by step.

The archers' arrows were their cover, but they could not withstand the firearms bombardment at close range today.

A tiger squat cannon somehow went off the fire, and because of the unstable landing, the range of the cannonball was shortened, and the gray cannonball smashed crookedly into the steadily advancing Eight Banners shield array, completing the first harvest since the cannon was fired.

In the midst of the furious eyes of the Jurchen nobles, Fan Wencheng had to immediately draw his knife and cut down the slave gunner in order to protect himself.

The Eight Banners Master's anger has subsided a little, but Fan Wencheng feels that his life is so bitter.

Huang Taiji handed over to him the right to rectify the slave army, but in the Houjin Khanate, which was proud of the Eight Banners, this really had nothing to do with glory at all, it was nothing more than a humble minion to lead a group of even more humble minions.

For firearms such as firearms and artillery, the Lord of the Eight Banners disdains them, the Jurchen savages will not make trouble, and the rest of the slave soldiers of various ethnic groups also tremble and express their humility and stupidity.

So the humble and precious slave gunners could only cut one less one, but after the gold, there was no one who was interested in this, but hated to kill all these left-handed people who manipulated strange and obscene techniques.

Although the Jurchens who have not yet taken off their ambition are extremely vigorous, they have never experienced large-scale war scenes, and they are not as good as the soldiers of the Eight Banners who have been educated by civilization.

The soldiers with shields and armor were really powerful, and after all, they surrounded the Cai family's tower, which was only a low loess wall, and used several iron shields to stack them together to block every hole.

At this time, the Cai family tower was not so much a tower as a dungeon, and it was easily submerged by the tall Eight Banners soldiers.

It's a pity that they dug open the messy yellow mud on the top and found that the top to the bottom may have been sealed to death, I really don't know how those dog-like Ming soldiers got into it and how to get out.

This situation and this scene made the brave Eight Banners soldiers who were holding their stomachs angry, have a feeling that a dog bites a hedgehog and has no way to put their mouths.

I had to be so angry that I made the most primitive action - a knife and an axe.

But the innermost layer of the yellow mud wall looks a little gray, I don't know what it is mixed with, it is extremely difficult to cut and chop, but it also makes the knife and axe curl up.

The brave Jurchen warriors had no choice but to roar, and the Cai family building, which had only one mound left, was surrounded by three layers inside and three layers outside, so that even the small holes that could be filled into air holes were tightly covered.

Listening to the faint snapping and dull roar coming from it, the Jurchen warriors, who had been holding back for a day, were finally able to let out a long series of wild laughs, thinking that the eight calves who were cowering would soon be suffocated to death.

It's just a pity that this string of eyebrows and laughter didn't last long, and it was shocked by a loud explosion.

It turned out that the buckle was the last warning of arrogance, and the roar was the last roar of the invaders, symbolizing the firm determination of the Guanning people who were tied up in the mound to never give in to the Jin.

This is the real warrior, the seventeen Guanning people, that is, the seventeen warriors.

Seventeen warriors are seventeen powder packets.

They staged the sacrifice spirit of the first batch of sacrifices in Chinese history to bomb bunkers, the only difference is that they bombed their own bunkers, but the purpose is the same, that is, to kill and injure the enemy.

The power of the seventeen powder packets stacked together was unusually large.

The Cai family's tower completely disappeared, and the seventeen warriors in it must have been swallowed up by the sudden flames, and there were no bones left, and the two Jurchen Baturu, who were extremely proud just now, were almost dead in an instant.

The terrifying wave of qi overturned the surrounding grassland, like a demon breaking out, and it was hard to circle a circular deep pit with a diameter of about twenty meters on the soft black soil above the Liaoxi Plain.

Even Huang Taiji, who was five miles away, and many Jurchen nobles, felt the strong wind blowing in their faces, and their horses were so frightened that they stood up, almost knocking the horsemen with superb horsemen to the ground.

The eight-color flag, which represents the supremacy of the Houjin Eight Banners, was also blown and hunted, and the flagpole was almost broken and the flag fell to the ground.

The qi wave passed quickly, and Huang Taiji was also under the desperate protection of the pro-army, and managed to stabilize the war horse under the seat, but his violently trembling hands betrayed his heart in fear.

In the short moment just now, Huang Taiji almost thought that he was about to follow in his father's footsteps as soon as he sent out the army.

When the dust settled, Huang Taiji also looked at it in shock, the Cai family's tower was not only razed to the ground, but also dug three feet into the ground, could this be the power of the mysterious firearms of the Ming Dynasty that Wu Nage repeatedly mentioned?

However, the scout came to report that two miles to the left of the Cai family's building, there is a Chen family building, three miles to the right back, there is a Zhang family backstage, and five miles behind him, respectively, there are Wang family, Lin family, Yang family building, each one.

At this moment, Huang Taiji regretted that he did not listen to Wu Nag's repeated admonitions, and suddenly felt that with his ability, it was too condescending to be a vanguard officer who dared to die under Yue Tuo and Hao Ge.

However, at the beginning of the army, there was no reason to change generals on the spot......

This is the first time that Huang Taiji has questioned the ability of conceited layout.

Vunag did not know what a gunpowder bag was, nor had he ever seen a gunpowder bag, but he had twice experienced the immense power of such a simple firearm.

Therefore, after the failure of Jin's Chongzhen and his party after the pursuit of the spy war, he warned more than once.

However, all the Jurchen aristocrats, including Huang Taiji, did not take it as a thing, but thought that it was the self-blame of this two-time loser.

In their cognition, the highest level of Daming firearms is nothing more than the Hongyi cannon at the head of Ningyuan City.

The rest are not to be feared.

What's more, he also ridiculed him: "The glory of the Jurchen warriors comes from the battlefield, and if they are defeated, they will be defeated, and next time they will be found from the battlefield and washed away with the blood of the enemy." But why, not only did you lose, but you lost all the courage that flowed like blood in your bones? ”

Wu Nag was speechless, and in the end he could only keep silent with his surviving brother, and secretly swore that if there was a fighter, he would die in battle, so he would not have to listen to the cynicism of others.

Therefore, he and his surviving brothers fought to be the vanguard in this battle of Faming, but they failed to get the position of forward commander after all.

Instead, under the joint control of Adaishan's eldest son, Yue Tuo, and Huang Taiji's eldest son, Haoge, they acted as an experienced pioneer officer.

The Jurchen forward, which was jointly commanded by Yue Tuo and Haoge, crossed the Liao River a few days ahead of the Huangtaiji army, reconnoitred and rode out on the left bank of the vast Liao River, and advanced the front to the area of the Daling River.

The existence of the wind knowing the strength of the grass, the Cai family's tower, etc., naturally could not escape the reconnaissance of the Jurchens' experienced forward scouts.

However, the vanguard pays attention to a quick word, and takes seizing strategic opportunities as the first priority, and there is no reason to waste time in these small buildings.

As soon as it could not be attacked, it quickly bypassed and continued to advance, leaving only a squad of scouts to continue to reconnoiter and monitor.

Naturally, these experienced scouts do not wait for the rabbits, but create the illusion that the army has fled in order to lure the snake out of the hole.

Once the Ming army is found out of the hole, it will be like a goshawk fighting a rabbit, quickly attacking, killing the Ming army, and seizing the building.

It's just a pity that the barren grass, which is more than half a person tall, can't let their every move deceive the pair of scouting eyes at the top of the three-story platform.

Because of his limited knowledge, he could not provide effective information to the Huang Taiji army.