This time, Zhu Cijiong did not take the lead in staying in front of the formation, but stayed in the safest hollow phalanx, which is the most basic battlefield principle, and the commander must stay in a safe position.

Xia Wanchun rode his horse to Zhu Cijiong's side and asked, "King Ding, do you want to use scout cavalry to hunt Jiannu?" ”

"No, it's just a tentative attack by Jiannu." Zhu Cijiong said, "We can't expose our hole cards too early. ”

A hundred scout cavalrymen equipped with Type 20 rifled rifles were the hole cards of the Ming army, and Zhu Cijiong did not want to use them easily.

"However, these Jiannu look like white-armored soldiers." Xia Wanchun said, "The white-armored soldiers can inflict heavy damage on us with a large bow from fifty paces away, and a very few white-armored soldiers with strong strength can even inflict damage on us from eighty paces away, and they can't stop them without using the rifles of the scout cavalry." ”

"It's okay, then fire at a hundred paces." Zhu Cijiong said in a deep voice.

"Fight the Jiannu war horse first, and then fight the Jiannu, can't you kill them, won't it hurt them?"

The effective range of the flintlock pistol is fifty paces, which means that the hit rate is guaranteed within fifty paces.

Once the distance exceeds fifty paces, the hit rate is no longer guaranteed, but if it hits, it can still kill people, and even at a distance of a hundred paces, the lead of the flintlock pistol is enough to inflict fatal damage on infantry without armor protection, and of course, it is not much of a threat to the white armor soldiers in triple armor.

But even if the threat is not great, the pain is very painful.

"Command." Xia Wanchun immediately returned to the command position.

The scout cavalry, who had been wandering outside, also withdrew the hollow phalanx.

In a short time, more than 300 Jiannu white-armored soldiers approached within a hundred paces.

Moreover, these more than 300 Jiannu white-armored soldiers did not attack from only one direction, but from all sides of the entire hollow phalanx of the Ming army at the same time.

"First team, fire!"

Xia Wanchun's raised waist knife fell.

The Ming army, who was standing in the first row, immediately pulled the trigger lightly.

"Woohoo!" Accompanied by the sound of intensive firing, clouds of white smoke rose in front of the Ming army.

Zhu Cijiong looked up and saw the war horses of the Jiannu white-armored soldiers falling to the ground with a mournful roar.

The white armor soldiers of Jiannu are dressed in triple armor and have a strong defense, but Jiannu's war horses are not armored, and they are easily killed and injured by flintlock pistols.

……

Just one round of fire, Jiannu lost half of his horses.

However, the defense of the white armor soldiers was really strong, and none of them were injured, and after falling off the horse, they just turned over and got up from the ground again, and continued to approach the Ming army on foot.

At the same time, the Jiannu white-armored soldiers, who did not fall off their horses, suddenly accelerated.

Among the white-armored soldiers of Jiannu, who suddenly accelerated, there was Niu Lu, Ezhen Yabulan.

In the blink of an eye, Yabran was within eighty paces, a distance that had already entered the range of his big bow, and Yabran not only had great strength, but also had a sharp shot.

Yabran reluctantly pulled out the big bow, and the arrow had already locked onto the prey.

Yabulan's prey was a Ming army watching the battle in the hollow phalanx, and his intuition told Yablan that this Ming army should be an important figure in the Ming army, maybe the main general.

It's just that because this Ming army general is in the hollow phalanx, the distance is a little far.

Because of this, Yabran did not rush to release the bowstring, but locked the Ming army general with an arrow, and then continued to urge the war horse to gallop forward with his legs, preparing to take another twenty steps before releasing the arrow.

After another moment, Yabran was already within seventy paces of the Ming army's array.

It was less than a hundred steps away from the Ming army general in the hollow phalanx.

Then at this moment, the second team of musketeers of the Ming army had already changed and raised their own muskets.

In the next moment, thick smoke rose again in front of the Ming army, and then there was the sound of banging, and the huge sound almost shattered Yaerlan's eardrums.

Almost at the same time, the war horse under Yaerlan's crotch suddenly neighed and fell to the ground.

Yabran on horseback was also swept away, and the moment he fell out, the three-edged heavy arrow that was originally fastened to the bowstring was also shot, but in this case, it was definitely impossible to shoot his prey, and the expected hunt was obviously in vain.

"Peng!" Jabran fell heavily into the mud.

Yabulan is nearly two meters tall and weighs two hundred pounds, and if you add the triple armor, it weighs nearly three hundred pounds.

However, Yabulan's physical fitness is indeed strong to the extreme.

The harsh environment and harsh living conditions of the white mountains and black waters endowed the Jurchens with a strong physique.

With such a violent impact, ordinary people would at least be seriously injured if they were not killed on the spot, but Yabran just turned over and got up.

Jabran stood up and charged forward with a large bow.

His target was still the general in the Ming army.

It's just that the general seems to have realized the danger, and is turning his horse's head to go back.

Jabran couldn't help but be in a hurry, and immediately followed suit, and took a heavy arrow from the quiver behind his back, buckled it on the bowstring and pulled the big bow away.

However, at this moment, there was a dense sound of firecrackers.

But it was the third team of musketeers of the Ming army who changed again and opened fire fiercely.

This time, Jabran was hit by several leads, one of which hit his face armor, and the iron forged face armor instantly dented inward, squeezing his cheeks out of shape.

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Severe pain came from several places on the body at the same time.

One of the leads hit his unprotected elbow joint.

Jabran could no longer maintain the posture of holding the bow, and let go of the bowstring in despair.

The three-edged arrow on the string once again did not know where to go, and the intention was once again frustrated.

"Damn!" Jabran cursed, and when he looked up to the left and right, he found that the white-armored soldiers under his command could no longer see a single one still riding a horse, and they were all infantry.

A third of the white-armored soldiers even fell to the ground, letting out a series of screams.

One of the white-armored soldiers was lying less than five paces away from him, and his visor was also dented by the lead of the Ming army, and the dent was obviously larger than his, and blood seeped out of the visor.

You don't have to look at this to know that your cheekbones are all crushed.

Looking up again, I saw that another group of Ming musketeers had come up, raising their self-generated fire guns again, and the mouth of the black hole was already aimed at them.

"Stand back! Hurry back! Go back! ”

Jabran decisively dismissed the idea of continuing the attack.

Because according to this trend, if he can't reach fifty steps at all, his white-armored soldiers will be killed and wounded, and these white-armored soldiers are all treasures of the Qing Dynasty and cannot be easily buried here.

Then there was a loud bang, and Jabran had a lot of lead on his back.

The impact struck, and Jabran stumbled to the ground.

However, at this time, Yabran had already experienced many battles, and he unloaded the momentum with a sliding step, and came to the wounded and fallen white-armored soldier, and as soon as he bent down and reached out again, he grabbed the belt of the white-armored soldier, and then dragged it up and ran back, running more than 400 steps before finally running back to the main formation.

After running back to his own formation, Jabran was so tired that he sat down on the ground.

Wearing hundreds of pounds of armor and stomach, and dragging a companion weighing more than 200 pounds, running at a speed of four or five hundred steps, even a cow will be tired and paralyzed to the ground.

While he was sitting on the ground and breathing, Yabran pulled the white-armored soldier he dragged back, only to find that this guy had already passed out with his eyes closed.

Looking at the left cheek of this white-armored soldier again, a piece of it is sunken, and it is already a lake of flesh and blood.

"Yabulan, what just happened?" Ao Bai stepped forward and looked down at Yabran with an unkind expression, although this wave just now was a tentative attack, but it was something that Ao Bai did not expect to lose like this.

This is a Niu Lu's Baya Lama soldier, not an ordinary bannerman.

The Baya soldiers of the Qing Dynasty are all elites from a hundred.

One Bayala soldier can beat ten or even twenty Ming troops.

However, in this wave of tentative attacks just now, the Yi Niu Lu Baya soldiers actually made the Ming army unable to parry, and they suffered heavy casualties, but they did not cause substantial damage to the Ming army.

I saw it very clearly just now.

On the opposite side, the Ming army suffered more than a dozen casualties.

However, nearly 100 people were killed and wounded in Bayala of the Qing Dynasty.

"Lord Zhang Jing, the Ming army's self-generated fire is too sharp."

Yabran lowered his head, not daring to meet Aobai's fierce gaze.

"How sharp can it be?" Ao Bai snorted and said, "Isn't it just a self-generated fire?" ”

The self-generated firecracker is not the light army, but also the Qing army, and the war bureau often tests the lethality of the self-generated firearm.

The self-generated fire gun made by the Great Qing Military War Bureau could not shoot through the triple armor of the Bayala soldiers at all thirty steps away, at most it could penetrate the outer layer of cotton armor, and then deform the armor.

Of course, if you go within thirty steps, even the triple armor can't withstand it.

But this is also where Aobai's confidence lies, because his Bayala soldiers can fire heavy arrows from a distance of fifty paces, and accurately shoot the Ming musketeers on the opposite side.

That's why Ao Bai was angry.

"Lord Zhang Jing, the Ming Army's self-generated fire gun seems to be sharper than that of the Qing Dynasty."

Yabran lowered his head and said, "Moreover, the firepower of the Ming army is too dense, and each warrior needs to face a salvo of five or even ten self-generated firearms, and it hurts to be hit by five or even ten leads, even if he does not die." ”

Speaking of this, Yabran also rubbed the elbow joint of his right hand, which is still numb.

Ao Bai nodded and said, "You mean, the number of Bayala who have been put into the attack is small. ”

"Yes." Yabran nodded and said, "If three thousand Bayala attack from four directions at the same time, the Ming army will not be able to concentrate five or even ten self-generated firearms to shoot one Bayala, then my Qing Bayala can easily reach a distance of fifty or even thirty paces and hunt down the Ming army's musketeers." ”

Ao Bai was a little hesitant.