Amin agreed, passed down the order, and ordered the Han army to line up and launch an attack in the north of the city.

The number of Han troops that followed was not large, less than 2,000 people. Amin didn't expect them to break through the enemy's defenses in one fell swoop, he just wanted to see what the enemy's arrangement was.

To put it bluntly, it is a temptation, using the worthless life of the Han army to conduct a tentative attack, and it can also consume the ammunition of the Ming army.

When Jiannu mobilized his men and horses and arranged the troops, Zhang Pan briefly discussed with He Kegang and made corresponding adjustments.

Pikemen, sword and shield men, and archers drove to the front through the trenches, supplemented by a small number of musketeers, to face the Han army that had surrendered to slaves.

And more musketeers quietly concentrated on the flanks of the enemy's attack surface, capable of forming crossfire and delivering fierce and ferocious blows to the enemy.

He Kegang also transferred the 1,000 musketeers he led from the fort, which was supposed to be used as a reserve. But this aid to the Dongjiang River is to train troops in actual combat, so why not if there is a chance?

In Zhang Pan's view, to give full play to the firepower, it is still to attack Jiannu. If it is exposed in advance, Jiannu is afraid that he will be too frightened to attack.

The Han army is not only poorly equipped, but its combat power is not high, so it is not worth wasting too much ammunition.

The shield was in front of the shield, the archers were responsible for suppressing the cover, and the Han army was armed with swords and guns, slowly approaching the trench.

It was a sheltering moat more than two feet wide and three feet deep, and many pointed wooden stakes half a foot high were buried in the moat.

It's a little strange, it's three feet deep, but it's waist-high, and you don't even need to fill in a trench, you can rush through it as long as you avoid sharp wooden stakes.

But this is a new tactic developed in martial arts, in order to attract the enemy to attack directly. This trench was not meant to block, but to delay, to give the musketeers more opportunities to open fire.

The reason is simple, if you think you can cross a small river, will you go to the trouble of building a bridge?

Moreover, this will not only be a delay in the enemy's advance, but will also be an obstacle in the event of the enemy's retreat.

Of course, the introduction of any kind of new tactic must be tested by actual combat. And Zhang Pan and He Kegang dared to use it under Fort Arthur, but they showed full confidence.

Sure enough, this kind of formation made Jiannu launch a tentative attack without much preparation.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh...... A rain of arrows swept over the trench and landed on the Ming position. There is a chest wall trench cover, and the Ming soldiers cannot be injured at all, except for those who are unlucky enough to go home.

Holding a shield and commanding under the howl of the officer, the Han army jumped down the trench, paying attention to his feet, and slowly approached forward.

There was no movement on the Ming army's position, and they just watched the enemy cross the trench and climb up to the edge of the three-foot-high ditch. More than 20 meters away, there is a row of deer and wooden stakes nailed to the ground.

The bow and arrow were fired, neither dense nor fierce, which seemed to add to the courage and audacity of the Han army to attack.

"Up, up." The officer urged, "Rush forward!" ”

The Han army continued to advance, fifteen meters, ten meters......

Boom, boom, boom......

More than a dozen artillery pieces roared from behind the wooden stakes, including Francos and Tiger Cannons, spitting smoke and fire, and shooting countless pieces of broken stone and iron head-on at the Han army.

It was a fierce blow and the beginning of a defensive battle. The arrows were densely packed, and the Franc machine quickly replaced the subcannon and continued to fire.

More than 100 muskets also began to be fired, in a five-round continuous manner. In the rising white smoke, the gunshots rang out incessantly, with short intervals, giving the illusion of a constant flow.

In the flash and white smoke, the lead bullet instantly flew over a distance of fifty or sixty meters, easily piercing through the enemy's armor, and dirty blood spurted out along the hole, turning into a stream of bloody arrows.

The officer howled loudly and ordered the archers to desperately cover the suppression, urging his men to move on.

But his voice stopped abruptly, and a buckshot hit him in the abdomen, and the armor couldn't stop the roar of death.

The officer clutched his wounds and fell to the ground, struggling with joy and letting out a heart-rittering scream, blood staining his robe red.

The sound of the artillery stopped, the muskets were still firing, and more and more enemies fell in front of the deer stakes. The archers in charge of covering were already weak and exhausted, and the arrows they shot were weak.

But the enemy approached, and with his shield on his head, he began to destroy the obstacles in front of him with swords, axes, and guns.

The war drums sounded, and the Ming pikemen in armor jumped out of the trench, rushed forward with a shout, and shot the spears through the wooden stakes of the deer.

Puff puff...... With the sound of a terrible sharp weapon entering the flesh, the enemy who rushed to the first row let out a scream and wail. The sharp tip of the spear tore through their armor and stabbed them into their bodies with splinters of flesh and bones.

The Han army behind rushed up, also picked up the guns in their hands, and stabbed in front of them. Through the obstacles, the two sides glared angrily, the shining, blood-stained tips of the guns shrank back and forth, and people continued to scream and fall in pools of blood.

Looking ahead, they were caught in melee combat, and the Han army was already showing signs of exhaustion. Jaisangu smiled hideously and glanced at Amin.

Amin nodded vigorously, deciding that the time had come. The fierce five Niu Lu hugging each other will surely be able to crush the enemy in front of them and collapse the enemy's defense system.

The trumpets whimpered and the drums rumbled. The more than 1,000 Jiannu who had been waiting in formation for a long time let out a beastly howl and rushed forward to kill.

The sound of the flags and drums on this side also changed, and the pikemen quickly retreated, behind the chest wall of the trench. A hundred musketeers fired a ferocious volley that nearly crushed the Han army, which had suffered heavy casualties.

And at this time, the order to retreat finally came. Looking at the elite of the army, the Han army seemed to be amnesty, and flashed to both sides with interest.

The arrows were densely packed, swept through the sky, and shot above the Ming army's position. One, two, three, under the cover of a bow and arrow, Kennu crossed the wide trench, ready to storm the last obstacle in front of him.

Suddenly, a group of black pressed things rose from the Ming army's position, crossed the half-man-high breastwork, swept over the deer and wooden stakes, flew over the heads of the Jiannu in front, and smashed accurately into the wide trench.

Niu Lu Zhen Nahaqi's personal soldiers reacted quickly, raised their shields to cover them, and were bent by the heavy impact and almost fell to their knees.

There was a smashing sound, mixed with screams of pain, and many Jiannu were knocked down by heavy objects falling from the sky, causing a small chaos.

Nehazi looked down and saw what looked like a black clay ball with a little spark flickering.

"Boom!" There was a sudden roar under his feet, which shook Nehaqi's ears and blackened his eyes, and then there was a sharp pain in his legs.

Boom, boom, boom...... A series of explosions rang out in the wide trench, and dozens of thunderbolts burst out of flames and fragments, shooting towards the surrounding Jiannu.

This was not the end of the day, another group of thunderbolts flew into the sky and smashed into the enemy in the wide trench.

Some thunderbolts rolled to the ground, and the leads sparked with sparks. Because the lead was shorter, some thunderbolts exploded violently in the air, and fragments shot out in the dazzling fire and black smoke, but the killing surface was even larger.

Gunsmoke filled the air, fires flashed, loud noises deafened, and shrapnel flew sideways.

Fifty grenadiers threw two or three hundred thunderbolts one after another, almost covering a large section of the wide trench where Jiannu was located.

Exclamations and screams came and went, but they were soon suppressed by black smoke, fire, and loud noises. In this hellish slaughterhouse, I don't know how many Jiannu were killed and injured.

Jiannu, who rushed in front, was also shocked by this sudden change, and his steps involuntarily slowed down, or even stopped, looking back in amazement.

The gunshots rang out suddenly, several times denser than just now, and countless lead bullets carried heat and death, shooting towards Jiannu in front of the barrier.

The firelight on the breastwork was so dense that it was almost connected, and the thick white smoke from the countless gunshots obscured the view.

On the side and front, the rotation of thousands of musketeers made Jiannu like a trapped beast caught in a sea of fireworks, scarred all over his body, and flesh and blood flew everywhere.

Niu Lu Zhen Ke Luoha was suddenly thrown to the ground by his own soldiers, and then there was a loud bang beside him.

A stream of hot liquid flowed down, and the body of the pro-soldier did not move, and he lay on top of him.

But Roha pushed away this loyal and protective subordinate, and saw that a large hole had been cut in the neck of his own soldier, and blood was gushing out, and there was no help.

Looking around, Kroha saw one of his own soldiers running towards him, and suddenly stopped as if he had been struck with a stick, and fell to the ground convulsing, blood flowing from his back.

"Boom", this was the last sound in the world that Koroha heard, and a lead bullet hit him in the face, and the flesh and blood were blurred immediately.

Zhao Mengzi tilted his head and aimed at a stumbling enemy, and in the smoke of gunpowder, this guy looked vague and weird.

Buckle the trigger, the fire rope falls, and then a cloud of white smoke rises in front of his eyes, and the guy is out of sight.

With the thrust of the back seat of the musket, Zhao Mengzi turned sideways and handed the empty gun to his comrades behind him. After a while, a comrade-in-arms pushed another loaded musket into Zhao Mengzi's hand.

Zhao Mengzi silently turned around and set up the firebolt, set up the firerope, and pointed the muzzle of the gun at another enemy.

Before he could aim and fire, a buckshot shot at him, hitting Kennu in the stomach.

This Jiannu seemed to have been punched heavily, his steps were stunned, his waist was bent, his knees could no longer support him, and he slowly fell to his knees.

Just kept the posture of kneeling and shrinking, and Jiannu stood up for a while before falling down.

Zhao Mengzi rolled his eyes, turned the muzzle of the gun slightly, and pulled the plate machine towards a figure in the smoke.

He started out as a volunteer in Quang Ninh, and later became a soldier when the garrison was massively expanded.

Then he retreated to Ningyuan with the army, underwent more than two months of rigorous training, and became a veteran with combat experience.

And now such a battle is no more tense and dangerous for Zhao Mengzi than when he held on to Guangning. Although he no longer has the wide and tall walls, he is no longer the timid and fearful rookie weak chicken.