In order to achieve the tactical goal of completely destroying the enemy, Shigejin does not mind acting as a decoy.

Huang Zongxi felt that his combat methods were very similar to Wang Yangming, the founder of psychology.

Huang Zongxi looked at Zhou Yuji, an expert in artillery warfare, who nodded heavily at him and gave him a thumbs up.

Huang Zongxi's confidence was greatly increased, and he moved the war horse to the side of the gun carriage and personally commanded the nearest one.

The Mongol iron hooves of the Hetaokou are nearer, closer.

Huang Zongxi even saw a scorching breath erupting from the noses of their majestic war horses. This is the breath that belongs to life, and even the sun cannot be vaporized in an instant.

Huang Zongxi also saw the seemingly hideous but inward-looking faces of these Hetao thieves, compared to them, he felt that the narrow faces and psychic eyes of the war horses were much cuter.

"Straight ahead, ten degrees!" Huang Zongxi pointed forward and fine-tuned the firing angle of the cannon.

Huang Chongzhen and Zhou Yuji, who were in the distance, heard it and nodded lightly at the same time.

The Mongol Iron Cavalry has increased the speed of the war horse to the extreme, which is the speed of the knight's charge.

They abandoned the most basic tactic of cavalry against the infantry, which was to outflank them, and instead chose to charge straight up, with the urge to swallow this "motley team" of less than 400 men in one bite.

This move is in the hands of Huang Zongxi.

"Attention! Cannonball loading! Five rounds ready, ignition, fire! Huang Zongxi roared in the wind.

Rumble!

The five roars sounded almost at the same time, still solid bullets, but solid bullets were also useful. The bombardment of the dense Mongolian iron cavalry in an almost flat shooting posture really has the shocking power of a flat push, and the penetrating power is extremely strong.

Not only did the five cavalrymen in front of them fall off their horses, but even those who followed closely behind them could not avoid being hit hard by the roaring cannonballs.

In the event of a head-on collision, the harder, thicker, and more penetrating ones can always cause great damage.

In the dense and mixed Mongolian cavalry array, it was like the sudden appearance of five deep caves, and the impact on people's hearts was undoubtedly extremely huge.

The most shocking thing is that this is just the beginning, five shells in a row, so that this cave has been deepened or widened infinitely.

Under the inspiration of Chongzhen and the unremitting efforts of Sun Yuanhua's team, the improved Tiger Squat Cannon has been greatly enhanced in terms of rate of fire and range and stability of shelling.

Although the power is far from being comparable to that of the red-coat cannon or the general's cannon, its lightness and superior performance are fully exerted when used in field combat during long-distance attacks.

Caught off guard, the menacing Mongolian iron cavalry was immediately bombarded, and the people did not turn over on their backs.

Fortunately, Huang Zongxi only ordered one round of five rounds of artillery bombardment, and then ordered the troops to retreat to both sides.

The auxiliaries put away the shell boxes, and the main and deputy gunners pushed up the gun carriages and retreated to the rear of the infantry formation from the left and right.

The first iron shield and copper plate knew that it was time to be tested for themselves.

Along the way, those who ate and drank the king of letters, and at the same time received the extremely rigorous training of His Royal Highness the king of letters, whether it was an embroidered pillow or a well-deserved tough guy in the northwest will be revealed at this moment.

"Raise your shield!" The two of them roared at the same time, and the strongest Northwest tough guy at the moment, with a muscle bulge like a lump in one arm, held the big iron shield with the latest equipment outside the Yulin blacksmith shop at the front of the formation.

Iron shields and copper plates, as the strongest steel-like beings, are impressively one of them.

"Spear!" But this did not prevent the two from continuing to roar and order, because only listening to the voice, only the Mongolian iron horse was in a certain position.

"Shoot the arrows!" The little khan Zhuoli Batuhong, who was known as the Tiger Rabbit of the Han Dynasty, had just recovered from the roar of the cannons, and he didn't care about the palpitations of the cannonballs passing by, and roared and ordered.

The noisy Mongol horsemen did not need his order, nor did they hear his order, but they had already spontaneously bent their bows and arrows, and began to fire arrows at the small infantry in front of them in a projectile manner.

"Shield!" The iron shield and the brass plate roared again when they heard the arrow pierce the sky.

The arrows of the marksmen were the first to fall into the formation, and they immediately killed the unprepared formation, and the peasant formation had a brief panic.

"Don't panic! Listen to the order and raise the shield! But under the orders of the two loud voices of the iron shield and the brass plate, and encouraged by the cavalry formation that was deeply black and oppressive, as the shield was raised, the defense was immediately prepared.

Most of the arrows of the Mongol cavalry could only land on the heavy shields, emitting a series of "ding-ding-ding" jingo fires - Chongzhen considered that there were inevitably gaps between the round shield and the round shield, so he made up for this deficiency when designing, which could not only reduce the weight of the shield, but also cover these gaps.

On this Gobi Desert, where there was nowhere to hide, the Mongol cavalry came from afar, so there was time to carefully line up again.

Therefore, this surprise attack of the Mongol cavalry did not achieve much success.

And they only seem to have a long-range attack weapon like a bow and arrow, which is really not very effective under a well-targeted defense.

Chongzhen's troops were different, the artillerymen who had just withdrawn from the front of the formation to the highest point in the rear once again adjusted the angle of the shelling, and with Huang Zongxi's command flag, the five tiger squat cannons immediately began to roar again, pouring shells into the middle of the Mongolian cavalry that rushed up.

"It can be covered by firepower, so there is no need for tactical intersperse!" Huang Zongxi always kept in mind Zhou Yuji's famous sentence of artillery warfare, and Zhou Yuji overheard this sentence from Chongzhen.

"Crossbow bolts!" The strong crossbowmen of the peasant soldiers began to wield their might, also by projectile.

This is probably where the traditional bow and crossbow are superior to muskets, which can only fire horizontally, while the bow and crossbow can also make full use of the weight of the arrow cluster and the effect of gravity to eject.

This most common long-range attack weapon in the Ming army was expected by Zhuoli Batuhong. But he didn't expect that these strong crossbows could actually carry out ten consecutive shots, although the crossbow arrows were much shorter, they couldn't cover the large number!

The overwhelming posture made Zhuoli Batuhong, who is still a medium-sized tribe, finally see the battle of arrows and locusts, which he dreamed of, but unfortunately the Ming army "invited" him to see it.

Zhuoli Batuhong, who was bound to win, suddenly had a sense of foreboding, feeling that this ragtag army that had broken into the Gobi Desert like a "lost lamb" seemed to be more difficult to deal with than He Huchen's all-colored cavalry.

But it was impossible to retreat, and the underserved forces of several small tribes were about to pounce on the opposing infantry phalanx, and in the gaps of those large iron shields, there were many spears.

The most tragic hand-to-hand combat has finally begun.