The large army of the Ming army poured out of the nest and rushed forward along the passage opened by Lu Zhongyong. The three armies rode their horses and whipped their horses, like tridents, stabbing at the enemy!

Bao Dahai knew that success or failure was in one move, and constantly drove his subordinates to speed up the pace of progress. Marching two or three kilometers from the front line, Bao Dahai ordered to stop.

"Immediately follow the previous assignment and find a position on your own! Lao Tzu will give you a quarter of an hour, and after a quarter of an hour, immediately proofread and shoot Zhu Yuan! The artillery suddenly scattered like a heavenly maiden, and immediately dispersed.

The five major artillery groups each looked for higher hills, and after a hurried observation, they immediately arranged the artillery positions in accordance with the "Artillery Drill Code" formulated by Hua Houwei.

"Gun Group 5 is ready!"

"Artillery Group 1 is ready!"

"Gun Group 3 is ready!" Bao Dahai nodded with satisfaction and pointed to the coordinate map of the gun position: "Each is responsible for a piece, and according to the transmitted data, start to prepare!" Five minutes later, the Ming artillery announced its return!

The 75 Mountain Cannon fired at an extremely fast speed, and in a matter of moments, three rounds of artillery bombardment were completed! Ismaili's artillery is besieging Lu Zhongyong, and the accuracy of Shenwei's cannon is not high, and it can't directly threaten Lu Zhongyong's troops, but the close shooting of the Huzun cannon is too much of a headache!

The Tiger Zun cannon is light and portable, and Ismaili's artillery has been trained by the largest arms dealer in the Ming Dynasty.

Pull the Huzun cannon and rush to the anticline of the hills, quietly move to the commanding heights of the hills, and shoot one shot with three strikes and five divided by two!

There are always countless lead people who win the lottery, and for a while, the casualties of Lu Zhongyong's department have increased greatly! But with Bao Dahai's attack, five artillery groups eyed Ismaili's artillery, and their lives were not easy!

Due to the existence of the coordinate map of the artillery position, the shells of the Ming artillery are fast and accurate, and the artillery of the Safavid Empire is crying and crying for mother, and it is miserable!

Bao Dahai issued another order, asking the artillery group to give priority to eliminating the Huzun cannon. Hot air balloons rose from artillery positions, observers with binoculars kept telling directions, and a series of numbers were written on paper and stuffed into bamboo tubes and thrown down the cables.

Rumble! Rumble! The artillery shells of the Ming army seemed to have eyes, chasing those tiger guns. Forcing those artillerymen who used the Huzun cannon to simply break into pieces, it brought a lot of trouble to the Ming army.

In fact, Bao Dahai can completely ignore the Huzun cannon, the mortars equipped by the Ming army are completely better than the Huzun artillery, but Lu Zhongyong will not be able to free up his hands for a while and a half, so he will be more passive.

As the artillery bombardment of the Ming army unfolded, the attacks on the left and right flanks followed, attacking the unstable defensive line of the Four-Nation Alliance.

In order to facilitate mobilization, Ismaili divided the armies of the four countries into the battlefield. Wan Songlin faced the Uzbek tribal army under the command of Shaybani, and in view of the difference between the two armies, Wan Songlin did not intend to use the method of group charge, which would greatly waste the firepower of the Ming army's obvious superiority.

Four assault detachments in regimental units, like sharp arrows, slaughtered in the southwest, northwest, and two directions, towards the junction of the tribal army and the Mughal army, intending to cut off the rear route of the Uzbek tribal army.

Wan Songlin personally commanded two divisions, the Chinese army broke through, and the two divisions were still regimental units, scattered actions, and killed the tribal army!

Great depth and detour, Wan Songlin couldn't help but think of Hua Houwei's voice in his mind, recalling the distribution of the tribal army, and the assault detachments were constantly marked on the map!

The cannon rumbled, and the gunfire never stopped. The left-wing assault force of Wan Songlin was like a blooming flower on the other side, and the four roundabout assault detachments were like outstretched flower branches, piercing into the tribal army and then turning back and embracing.

As an Uzbek elder who has been followed for generations, Murza was entrusted with the important task of monitoring and blocking the large forces of the Ming army.

Wan Songlin's actions were fast, which caught him off guard. Ascending the high slope, the Ming army's actions were rapid, and everywhere they went, people were flying on their backs and flesh and blood, which was really unstoppable.

Wan Songlin's central flowering tactics made him frightened by the ferocity of the Ming army, and he had to think about his own survival.

Wan Songlin's intention was obvious, and he didn't hide it, that is, he wanted to force the tribal army to flee, so as to form an inverted curtain and disrupt the entire deployment of Ismaili.

Murza can be entrusted with a heavy task by Shaybani, and naturally he is not a dry meal. After discovering Wan Songlin's intentions, he hurriedly issued an order to move closer to the Mughal army.

Wan Songlin laughed, pointed to the tribal army and ordered: "Interspersed with small troops, let's eat them one bite at a time!" "The detachments split again, one into three, three into nine, and in an instant it became an impenetrable net, rushing towards the tribal army!

Da-da-da-da! Boom! The overwhelming bullets swept through the brave warriors, the fierce tribal army of the past was terrified, and there was no idea of resisting or charging at all, those so-called warriors were dead, and the rest of the people were left with only one thought left in their minds, that is, to stay away from those Ming people who were constantly breathing fire with demonic weapons!

Amanzole was guarding his leader's youngest son, Dolmart, and one by one the guards behind him fell to the screams.

Everyone was terrified to the extreme, those invisible bullets could not be blocked at all, leather armor could not be blocked, chain mail could not be blocked, even the cuirass that Damascus scimitar could not cut!

The horn bow in his hand, which was once regarded as a treasure, has long been thrown away, and who will hold it in his hand if it is completely useless?

The armor worth a thousand gold on his body has long been thrown away, just to lighten the burden on the war horse, and everything can be discarded.

"Surrender, huh? Aman Zolle. Otherwise, even if we run away from the dead horse, we won't be able to escape! Tursen's face was so pale that he couldn't help but cry out!

Amanzol shouted angrily: "Tursen! Are you still a descendant of Uzbek Khan? Surrender to those two-legged sheep? Bah! Coward! "Turson and Aman Zhuole are brothers, friends who grew up together, and they were shouted by Aman Zhuole, so they had to bow their heads stupidly.

Who knew that the knife flashed, and Aman Zolle turned back in shock, and Dolmart carried the blood-dripping scimitar with a hideous face.

"You! Why? "Aman Zole never dreamed that the knife stabbed in the back came from the Dolmart he had painstakingly protected!

Swish! Another knife! Dolmart yelled: "Turson! What are you waiting for? Take Aman's head, let's surrender! Turson looked sadly at his dead friend, and with tears in his eyes, he swung his scimitar and cut off his head.

Dolmart jumped off his horse and shouted, "Dismount and dismount!" Get on the ground! Master Ming Jun will forgive us! "Whew!

With a flash of light, Dolmart looked at Turson in astonishment. Tursen sneered: "Dare to kill my brother? You don't know that your head is worth a little more? Then he shouted to the stunned soldiers around him: "Don't you want to live? Dismount and lie on the ground! Master Ming Jun will forgive us! "The rebellions one after another, the unguardable infighting, and the inescaping tribal army staged a human apocalypse.

And the tribal army that was far away was desperately fleeing, not hesitating to attack the defense line of the Mughal army! Xiao Shanwa is just the most ordinary squad leader in the Wing Army, following the company commander Qing Yunshan to fight, and inexplicably rushed to the front!

Xiao Shanwa, who is crazy, doesn't care if there are comrades behind her, and with her own brothers, she is fighting and rushing!

On the high slope not far ahead, it seems that it is a big Uzbek man. Xiao Shanwa roared excitedly: "Brothers, look over there!" Definitely a big shot! Walk! Kill him! "There are also a group of stunned people who follow Xiao Shanwa, regardless of Xiao Shanwa, screaming!

Lu Dilong grabbed the reins of the horse with one hand and the fire phoenix with the other hand in the shoulder socket, and shot a short shot at the Uzbeks who couldn't run ahead!

At the bottom of the high slope is the head of a large Uzbek tribe, Rei Khan, who is commanding his 3,000 soldiers and horses, approaching him to protect him from the Mughal army!

Who knew that the Ming army was moving so fast, and a small group of Ming troops had already killed themselves closely. Reyi Khan was chased by the Ming army, and he was already angry, and when he saw a few Ming soldiers, he dared to tease his tiger whiskers, pointed at Xiao Shanwa and his party, and yelled viciously: "Kill them!" At this time, the closest friendly troops to Xiao Shanwa were also a kilometer away, and those Uzbek cavalry saw that they had a advantage to take advantage of, and they rushed over with a cruel smile!

Suddenly, arrows rained down, and the sword was blazing! Xiao Shanwa didn't know that she was scared for a long time, and the shotgun in her hand was pulled again and again, and she shouted in her mouth: "Earth Dragon!" Earthworm! The rest of the people opened fire in three or three and killed Lao Tzu! The fire phoenix in Lu Dilong's hand directly turned into a fire dragon, the light smoke of the muzzle of the gun, and the uninterrupted bullets seemed to carry the flames of endless rage, and in the blink of an eye, a magazine was finished!

There are too many enemies! The dense tide of enemies swarmed up, and the distance of a few hundred meters was really a step away for the cavalry, and although the weapons in the hands of Xiao Shanwa and these warriors kept firing, the feathered arrows of the Uzbek cavalry finally reached them!

Ku Tom, Xiao Shanwa's war horse was full of arrows, and finally fell. But Xiao Shanwa is like a god of war possessed, unharmed!

Without the war horse, Xiao Shanwa didn't care, the shotgun in her hand still shot at the rushing enemy cavalry!

After a charge, only three of the ten men were still fighting! Xiao Shanwa didn't care to look back, threw away the shotgun that was out of bullets in her hand, grabbed the fire phoenix of the earth dragon, and shot a long shot at the fleeing Uzbek cavalry!

"Squad leader!" Gan He shouted, there were only three robes left around him, and the others were lying on the ground!

Xiao Shanwa snatched out five magazines from the corpse of the earth dragon's war horse, turned around and roared: "What? Scared? Damn balls to the sky, not damn alive year after year! Pursue! Kill those bastards! Gan He agreed, grabbed the bullet belt from the robe and draped it over his shoulder, and Wu Bao, another survivor, silently picked up three shotguns and chased after Xiao Shanwa!