Dolgon looked at the dirt mountain bag in front of him, and his heart was a little numb. The scene outside Li Guanzhen still makes his scalp tingle when he thinks about it. More than 1,000 people disappeared in an instant. This is no longer a human weapon, but a masterpiece of the gods. I really want to see who the Li Xiao on the other side is, and how can he make a weapon of such power.

"It's all for Lao Tzu, and I'll give Lao Tzu a rush up today. Lord Belle said that as long as he can rush to the opposite hill, he will carry the flag for you, and the flag for your family. This is the grace of Lord Belle, and I don't like it to ordinary people. ”

Dolgon glanced back, and Lin Kewang pulled his neck and roared behind him.

Seeing that Dolgon was looking at him, the chubby Lin Kewang rolled over to Dolgon's horse like a ball and made a sign. "Lord Belle, it's all arranged. Twelve hundred people, all dressed in our white flags. As long as you say a word, you will rush to the opposite hill and take back Li Xiao's head. ”

Lin Kewang's words, he himself was the first to not believe it. Under the city of Jinzhou, he flickered up and was killed by the Eight Banners soldiers, and there were tens of thousands of Han people. Now it is only 1,200 people, and there is no psychological burden on him. Such a big sin has been done, is this still missing?

"You're doing a good job, let them go." As soon as Dolgon waved his hand, Lin Kewang raised his hand like a pig's trotter.

"Brothers, rush!" After Lin Kewang finished speaking, his chubby body ran forward.

"Kill!" I heard that when I rushed up the hill, I would carry the flag, and the eyes of these Han flag slaves lit up. As long as he becomes a flag person, his family will not be bullied, and his wife and daughter will not have to be called to sleep with the Jurchen master. 's own son doesn't have to be bullied by the young master of the master's family. In order to have a earth-shaking change in status, everyone fights.

The crowd quickly overtook Lin Kewang, and a large group of people ran towards the hill in a hurry. Most of them overtook Lin Kewang, and this guy stopped. With his hands on his knees, he gasped for air. I don't exercise all year round, and I wheezing when I run a few steps. Lin Kewang felt that his lungs seemed to be pulling bellows.

"Marshal, this is not like the Eight Banners. Their formation was chaotic, without a bit of discipline, and it was not at all the appearance of a Tartar. Yuan Chonghuan put down the binoculars, turned to Li Xiao beside him and said.

"Today you are the commander, you will take the idea. I brought my eyes and ears, and I forgot that I didn't bring my mouth on Changxing Island. Li Xiao held the binoculars and looked at the charging team opposite with great interest.

The commander on the opposite side must have been an idiot and let the infantry charge on foot two miles away. It's also a fucking run, and I really ran to the mountain. What the fuck does this still have the strength to fight?

I haven't heard of running a thousand meters to burn your strength before fighting.

"No!" Having been authorized by Li Xiao again, Yuan Chonghuan had an extra layer of confidence in his heart.

"Greeting, please send two thousand cavalry to attack from the left and right flanks. Be sure to annihilate all the enemies who come to you! Yuan Chonghuan had already seen that these were definitely not the main forces of the Eight Banners. The enemy is tempting, testing his own deployment. How far will the first artillery strike be, and how many guns there will be. It would be even better if some mines could be removed.

To be precise, more than 1,000 people came to die. Use your life to probe the reality of the front position!

"Yay!" Gritu smirked and immediately turned on his horse. He took the lead today and it was a good opportunity to show his face.

On the opposite side was the infantry, which was definitely no match for the Mongol iron cavalry. If you get this jackpot, you won't be looked down upon by Li Xiao in the future. When the loot is divided in the future, hehe!

With a whistle, a thousand cavalry drilled out from behind the left and right wings of the mountain bag on the left and right wings of Montenegro.

The cavalry was as fast as lightning, and the horses were swung up with puffs of smoke and dust, and the dust that soared into the sky turned into a gray-yellow smoke screen.

"Tartar soldiers......!" The banner slave, whose face was flushed, immediately stopped when he saw the cavalry galloping out from the opposite side.

"It's a Mongolian Tartar, run!" They have seen the sabers of the Jurchens, and naturally they know that the sabers of the Mongols are not bad. Everyone stopped running almost instantly, and many of them turned around and ran quickly.

One took the lead, and immediately someone followed. One can take ten, and ten can take a hundred. Twelve hundred people did not have a struggle of thoughts, turned around and ran back.

Although they tried their best, they couldn't outrun four legs on two legs. The distance was rapidly shortening, when Geritu shot an arrow. A black rain of arrows sprinkled on the fleeing flag slaves.

Screams rang out one after another, and the man who was hit by the arrow screamed and wailed in despair on the ground. The man who was not hit by the arrow was like a frightened rabbit, and he sprang forward.

The battle was like a grand hunt for the Mongol cavalry. The prey is those who wear white flags and run wildly. The bowstring kept ringing, and the arrows "swished" and "swished" through the air.

Mongolians learn two things from an early age, the first is horseback riding, and the second is archery. It can be said that every Mongol is a good rider, a good hunter. If you can't ride a horse and shoot arrows, you are also worthy of being called a Mongol?

Soon there was a layer of corpses lying on the ground, and of course there were also injured people who were constantly struggling on the ground.

The Mongols didn't care about this, they shot arrows and stepped over the wounded and struggling people. The horse's hooves nailed with iron claws stepped on the human body, making a "poof" and "poof" sound. The horse's hooves are on people's bodies, constantly stepping out of one bloody hole after another.

After thousands of Mongol cavalry galloped through, only a few large human skins remained on the ground.

"Kill! Kill! Geritu shouted excitedly, even though he knew no one could hear what he was shouting. But he was still very excited, and he was chased and killed by the two blue flags in Qianli Korqin. Now that he is chasing and killing Zhengbaiqi, the nest qi that has been suffocated in his chest for two years finally has a place to express.

"The Tartars are probing your bottom, and you are probing theirs." Li Xiao took a telescope and glanced at Yuan Chonghuan, this guy doesn't look at people, he fights with oil. In terms of bravery, eight Yuan Chonghuan are not worth one Ao Canghai. But this kind of shrewdness, Ao Canghai is far from being Yuan Chonghuan's opponent.

"I'd like to see what's behind their formation." Seeing that the Mongolian cavalry was in full swing, Yuan Chonghuan was even more convinced. The wave that just ran over is the cannon fodder that the Tartars came to probe the bottom. Now, it's time to get to the bottom of them. Using the Mongols as cannon fodder, Yuan Chonghuan owes the slightest sense of guilt.

"Lord Belle! The Mongols have slaughtered! As soon as the sun shone on Lin Kewang's head, he was so anxious that he was sweating when he saw the Mongolian cavalry rushing over.

Dolgon pursed his lips and didn't speak, the Han people are so useless. They were scattered by the Mongols in one rush, and the other side did not fire a single shell, nor did they fire a single bullet. Arrows, swords and guns have become the masters of the battlefield. This kind of retro style of play, but I haven't seen it for a while.

"Fan Wencheng, it's up to you."

"Huh!" Fan Wencheng, who was behind Dolgon, immediately galloped out and gave an order to the herald behind him. The herald immediately waved the red flag in his hand!

In the woods two miles at the foot of the Great Black Mountain, there was a muffled thunderous sound at once. The Hongyi cannon, which had long been loaded, spewed out fiery snakes, and the projectiles flew towards the charging Mongol cavalry with a whistling sound.

At this time, Ge Ritu didn't even have time to react. More than a dozen plumes of smoke exploded in his cavalry, and shrapnel flew in all directions. Sharp metal of various shapes, tearing through the sturdy Mongolian leather robe.

The horses neighed, and the Mongol cavalry fell to the ground. Every time a shell explodes, corpses appear everywhere. There are people and horses, and the war horses that don't die for a while let out their last roar with a wail.

"!" Geritu shouted, grabbed the belly of the war horse under his crotch, and ran to the side diagonally.

When the cavalry charged, it was impossible to stop and then turn the horse's head and run back. Under enemy fire, this is looking for death. The only thing that is feasible is to run around in a large circle at high speed and return to their positions. Only high-speed movement can reduce the casualties caused by local artillery fire as much as possible.

Seeing that the leader had changed direction, the Mongol cavalry consciously followed Geritu and changed direction.

On the ground in front of him, a patch of sand suddenly rose. Countless soldiers with Han military flags draped in sacks and covered with sand rose from the ground. It turned out that as early as last night, they were ambushed here.

"Shoot!" Fan Wencheng gave an order, and the muzzle of the musket spewed out green smoke. The projectile, accompanied by the firelight, rushed out of the muzzle at a rapid speed.

A barrage came, and the Mongol cavalry, which was attacked on the flank, immediately turned on their backs. Fall in rows and rows!

The kinetic energy of the bullet is not at all something that the leather robe can resist. Blood flew from the Mongolian soldiers, and rows of men and horses fell to the ground with bullets.

"Artillery! The target is the woods at the foot of the mountain, and ten rounds are fired rapidly. Seeing the smoke coming from the enemy artillery launch, Yuan Chonghuan immediately locked on to the position of the enemy artillery position. At the sound of an order, the calculator immediately began to calculate the shooting yuan.

In less than a minute, thirty mortars opened fire at almost the same time.

Shells rained down on the Jurchen artillery positions, although they were too far away to get their heads right. But the number of mortars was too much, thirty mortars, each firing ten rounds, that is, 300 shells.

With this kind of firepower density, if you miss the target, the character is a little too bad.

An artillery shell, impartially smashed into the ammunition pile. After a shocking explosion, a huge amount of smoke rose from the forest. Li Xiao was inside the binoculars, and he could even see the legs of people who had been blown up in the air.

Yuan Chonghuan played beautifully with this hand, using the Mongols to probe out the enemy's artillery positions. And then covered with fire, as if it were their own arrival. The battlefield of cold weapons quickly turned into a battlefield of hot weapons, and now you have to play artillery battles to fight with the Jurchens.

Hearing a violent explosion behind him, Dorgon jerked back. He didn't expect that the artillery position he had carefully arranged in the forest would be taken off so quickly. However, Dolgon was not much annoyed, presumably at this time, he should have discovered the opponent's artillery position.

As soon as he put down the telescope in his hand, the smoke rising from above the Black Mountain had already revealed the location of the mortar position. Hiding in the woods on the other side, he adjusted the angle of the cannon and began firing at the sound of an order. This time the launch is not only the traditional Hongyi cannon. And the mortars captured in Liguan Town!

In the past two months, Yu Yi and Fan Wencheng have been working day and night on this new type of artillery. After suffering such a big loss, now I finally got a few physical objects.

Soon they found out that this artillery was not unusual. It's just an iron barrel, and the shell is the difficulty of this kind of artillery. The clever Fan Wencheng quickly figured out the function of the fuse, unscrewed the fuse and put it into the barrel. The shells will be fired, and the landing point of the shells will be done entirely by adjusting the angle of fire of the gun.

Risking your life, disassemble a mortar shell. Fan Wencheng and Yu Yi were surprised to find that the gunpowder in the mortar shell was actually different from the black powder they used. The powder burned more fully, and then there was almost no dust after that.

The two guys racked their brains, but they couldn't figure out what the gunpowder was. I just know that this cannonball is powerful, and it all depends on this kind of gunpowder that I have never seen before.

More than a hundred shells were captured, in addition to a dozen that were kept for research. The rest of the knot is all packed and brought over!

Li Xiao had just been excited for less than two minutes when a strange whistle sounded in his ears. Terrible thoughts flashed in his heart, and in a flash, Li Xiao rolled into the trench beside him.

Puffs of smoke rose around the artillery position, and the artillerymen, who were not prepared in the slightest, were enveloped in smoke in an instant.

Fan Wencheng's flowering bullet has a bullet stock on the back. After detonating the twist, the twist on the shell will also be ignited. He found that as long as the twist of the medicine was longer. Once the shell hits the ground, it does not explode immediately. Round shells will roll down to a low place before exploding.

Mortars belong to curved artillery, in order to avoid shelling by the opposing side. Mortar gunners dig a pit and put the mortar into the pit. In this way, neither direct shells nor bullets can hit them.

Can......! But they didn't expect that the round shells would roll into the pit on their own.

Forty artillery pieces were firing on the opposite side, including five captured mortars. It's also inaccurate, but there will always be blind cats that hit dead mice.

"Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!" There were bursts of violent explosions, and Li Xiao felt the ground trembling under his feet.

Damn, the praying mantis catches the cicada and the yellow finch is behind. Killed the opponent's artillery position, and the opponent actually retaliated with fire so quickly. This fucking has just entered the hot war, and the development of tactics is too fucking fast. Could it be that this has entered the era of artillery warfare?

There was also a violent explosion, and a large column of smoke rose into the air over the artillery position. Li Xiao squatted in the trench and jumped for a moment in shock.

Finished! The ammunition truck must have been blown up, but hopefully those idiots carried out Li Xiao's orders. According to operational regulations, the ammunition truck should be 200 meters away from the artillery position.