"Woo————"

The low and deep sound of the horn sounded from the large array of the Qing army, and then quickly swept away in all directions.

In fact, there were not many casualties caused by the shelling, and only more than ten shells sent by the Hanzhong army hit the Qing army's main array.

The rest are basically missed or missed due to calibration problems.

The blow to morale caused by the shelling is actually the most serious.

Battlefield fighting, frontal confrontation is mostly strangulation in military formations, poked by guns, poked by guns, slashed with knives, and returned with knives.

Although it is cruel, at least the personal martial arts can still be useful, and the armor on the body and the blade in the hand can bring people a sense of security.

But in the face of shelling, no one can completely dispel the fear in their hearts.

No one knows whether after the next shelling will fall on their heads, and no one wants to bet.

Even with a shield in his hand and the best armor he could not resist.

When the shells hit, there is no way to avoid it, there is no way to escape, and there is nothing to do......

"Horizontal formation, open the distance!"

Chasuka rode his war horse and galloped in the big array, waving the whip in his hand, and eagerly giving military orders.

"Raise the blue flag, let the Mongolian cavalry on the left and right flanks step forward and attack Nikan's artillery!"

Before Chasuka's words fell, the guard in charge of the herald behind him had already waved the blue flag.

In the next moment, the sound of rumbling horses' hooves was already heard on the two wings, supporting the Mongolian cavalry formation on the left and right wings, and more than 200 Mongolian rangers rushed out to the artillery position of the Ming army in front.

At a distance of three hundred paces, they carried a shield cart, and they needed to maintain their physical strength, and they could not travel fast.

The artillery of the Ming army was afraid that it could fire two or three more rounds, and such a situation was naturally unacceptable.

Two or three more rounds of shelling, I am afraid that the morale of the army will fall to the bottom.

The current situation is left with only two options.

The first option was to send a cavalry team to attack the artillery of the Ming army, prompting it to retreat behind the Ming army.

There is no high ground suitable for erecting artillery in the east of Zhending City, and as long as it is forced back into formation, most of the threat of artillery can be eliminated.

Although the artillery in the retreat can still be ejected, it loses its observation field of view, and it also needs to worry about accidentally injuring friendly troops, so the threat can naturally be reduced.

The choice Chasukha made was the first, forcing the Ming artillery back into formation.

Another option is to leave behind the heavy shield cart and everyone get on their horses and hurry up, and then dismount and march when they are close to a hundred paces, which can reduce the time of travel.

At a distance of 100 paces, when it got closer, it entered the projectile range of the infantry bow, which could threaten the artillery of the Ming army outside the formation, and naturally eliminated the threat of artillery.

It's just that in this way, without the cover of the shield car, they will be exposed straight and straight under the artillery and fire of the Ming army.

Although the quality of the Ming army's guns is not good and the power is not great, almost every Ming army will be equipped with a large number of tiger squat cannons and Franc machines in the army.

The Tiger Squat Cannon and the Franc Machine can't pierce the shield cart, but they can easily tear through the armor they wear at close range.

No matter how small a cannon is, it is still a cannon after all.

Erhe gently pulled the string of the bow and arrow in his hand with his thumb with the antler wrench, and adjusted the wrench to the right position.

Then he reached out and touched the quiver pinned to his waist, and slowly counted the heavy arrows in the quiver.

Erkh's gaze was still looking ahead, on the artillery position in front of the Ming army array not far away.

At this time, the Ming army had already stopped, they stood still, lined up in a horizontal formation, like a red mountain lying across the field.

After many years of fighting with the Ming army, he was very familiar with the artillery Erhe, and the Ming army set up many such artillery pieces on the city wall.

The red-coated cannon, the Francophone machine, the tiger squat cannon, and all kinds of guns, Erhe have a certain understanding, after all, after so many years of fighting, how can these insights not be?

The Ming army's artillery that can fight more than 300 steps has a low hit rate, and it is extremely troublesome to load, and the next round of artillery bombardment will come after a long time.

Erhe didn't say a word, and walked slowly forward with the rest of the armor soldiers in the army.

With the sound of horses' hooves roaring in his ears, Erhe looked sideways slightly, and he saw a large number of cavalry on both wings galloping towards the large array of the Ming army.

Erhe knew that these cavalry were rangers who had attacked and harassed the Ming artillery in the past, so his heart was even more relaxed, as long as they could approach within a range of fifty or sixty paces, the Ming artillery had to retreat to their own position.

And once the artillery of the Ming army retreated to their positions, then they no longer needed to worry about repeated shelling.

Just as Erhe gradually relaxed his heart, his eyes suddenly condensed, and his originally indifferent face couldn't help but change slightly.

He clearly saw that the artillery in the front of the Ming army actually spit out large puffs of white smoke again.

Thick smoke rose up, and with the action of the strong wind, it joined together to form a wide smoke screen.

"Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!"

In the next moment, the continuous sound of cannon roar was already ringing in his ears, and it was like thunder rolling in the sky.

Erhe's heart was suddenly lifted, and his pupils suddenly dilated with fear, covering almost the entire eye.

He watched as the small black dots in his gaze gradually grew larger.

The shadow of death hung over Erkh's head, and he tried to dodge, but he couldn't, he was so stiff that he couldn't take a step to dodge the incoming shells.

"Bang!"

A loud bang sounded, and the lost strength returned to Erhe's body, and with the help of this loud noise, he regained control of his body.

The cannonball did not hit him, but landed more than a dozen paces ahead of him, tearing open the otherwise verdant meadow and leaving a deep hole in it.

Smoke rose slowly from the entrance of the cave, and then was quickly blown away by the strong wind.

Fear slowly rose in Erhe's heart, and he felt his limbs become extremely cold, and his body was no longer as flexible as it used to be.

The blood-red sunset reflected the cold field, and the Ming army lined up in the west, with their backs to the setting sun.

The afterglow of the setting sun sprinkled on its fiery red front, as if it had been plated with a layer of molten gold armor, like a mythical heavenly soldier.

Erhe clenched the bow and arrow in his hand, and the artillery of this Ming army was loaded far faster than all the artillery he had encountered, beyond his original understanding.

Terrible wails came from the left and right sides one after another, and Erhe did not turn his head to check.

On the verge of facing the enemy, look back at those who move their feet, and slash immediately!

The military discipline of the Qing army at the time of the battle was extremely strict, and once the military order was issued, the front was a mountain of swords and a sea of fire, and they must also move forward, otherwise not only would they die, but the wives and children who stayed behind would also be punished, and even the entire family would be humiliated.

Erhe knew that the wailing was all caused by the artillery of the Ming army.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!!! ”

The high-spirited war drums suddenly sounded from the Ming army's large array, Erhe's eyes were slightly condensed, his pupils shrunk, the smoke of the Ming army's front had just dispersed, and a large number of Ming cavalry had already been from the left and right flanks of its large array, accompanied by the sound of drums.

Erhe's heart kept falling downward, and he had a bad premonition in his heart......

In just a distance of more than 200 paces, the two cavalry units that rushed straight forward soon entered the distance of engagement.

The Mongol cavalry, who had already charged once in the front, did not make the same mistake again this time, and had already turned their horses' heads at a distance of 100 paces, and galloped forward in the front, avoiding the Ming cavalry that was rushing straight ahead.

Without commanding or commanding, these Mongols, who had grown up on horseback since childhood, calculated the distance and skillfully hurled upwards diagonally with their bows.

The light arrows floated high with the speed of the horse, and the dense arrows rose into the sky almost at the same moment, covering the Ming army's cavalry.

However, the expected scene of the Ming cavalry turning on their backs did not appear, and the cavalry of the Ming army was scattered like the Mongolian cavalry, and a large number of arrows also swept up from the Ming army's cavalry array almost at the same time, like a swarm of flying locusts.

Arrows shuttled back and forth between the cavalry formations, and knights were constantly shot to the ground, and horses were constantly crawling and falling.

It was none other than Chen Gong who led the Hanzhong Army cavalry into battle.

The cavalry armament of the 1st Cavalry Thousand Headquarters of the Hanzhong Army is among the top in the entire army.

These Mongol cavalrymen grew up on horseback and were extremely skilled in archery, but although the arrows they shot were accurate and numerous, they could not penetrate the armor of the Han cavalry.

On the other hand, the Mongol cavalry, many of them had no armor at all, but were wearing fairly thick coats.

A robe can keep out the cold, but how can it withstand sharp arrows?

In the middle of the battle, they had already fallen down, and a large number of Mongolian cavalry were shot off their horses, and the cavalry formation was in chaos.

During the long struggle between the Ming Dynasty and the Mongols, especially in the long war of law and order, the Mongols were actually at a disadvantage for many periods of time.

The cavalry led by Chen Gong are basically Liao cavalry, they have superb archery skills, and it can also be said that they grew up on horseback, and they have excellent armaments, how can they not win.

……

"Woo————" "Woo————"

The low sound of the horn sounded again, and Erhe gritted his teeth, clenched the bow and arrow in his hand again, and quickened his pace.

The order of the Chinese army was to speed up again, and the Mongol cavalry that had gone to attack and harass was about to be defeated, and the artillery positions of the Ming army could not be removed for the time being, and they had to speed up their pace, otherwise they would suffer more artillery bombardment.

After marching dozens of steps again, a large amount of white smoke rose from the front of the Ming army in the field of vision, and the silver-white smoke was connected again, and a huge roar sounded immediately.

Erhe's face was pale, the back of his head was numb, and the hairs on his body stood up.

A sudden chirp rang in his ears, and then he felt a strong gust of wind blow across his face, making his cheeks ache.

Before he could react, there was already the sound of broken bones and the sound of Jin Ge iron and stone behind him, followed by a miserable howl full of pain.

Erkh trembled, death had never been so close to him, the cannonball almost grazed his head, and if he lowered it a little, he would have been the one who had been shot and killed.

The three rounds of artillery bombardment by the Ming army had passed, and they had already come within a distance of one hundred and fifty paces.

There were only fifty steps left, but these last fifty steps were as impassable as a moat in Erhe's eyes.

Now the distance is still far away, they can't rush forward, their armor weighs dozens of catties, and they sprint all the way, after running this one hundred and fifty steps, I am afraid that there is not much physical strength left.

And once you run, it is impossible to maintain a complete military formation.

The confrontation between the two armies is a dignified formation, thousands of people line up, the role of the military formation is extremely important, if one side of the formation is scattered, I am afraid that it will fall into a rout overnight.

They need to keep moving forward at the current speed, and with this speed, they can only withstand the artillery bombardment of the Ming army like this.

Most of the Franc machines in the army were light, and they were used for street battles when the city was broken and the fort was broken, and the field battle was not considered much.

The Ming army basically did not use this kind of long-range artillery in field battles, and not many Ming troops had the courage to go out of the city to fight in the field.

"Go ahead!"

The leading Niu Lu Zhang Jing roared hoarsely.

The morale of the Qing army has been greatly shaken by these successive rounds of shelling.

The distance between them and the Ming army was constantly shrinking, and the accuracy of the Ming army's artillery was becoming more and more accurate.

"All of them follow the car!"

Erkh moved his footsteps, hiding his figure behind the shield cart.

The wide shield carts in front of him brought a slight sense of security to Erhe, and the outside of these shield carts was covered with quilts, as well as sand and stones, which were difficult to penetrate with arrows and hard to break with cannon stones.

Standing behind it, Erhe's heart can be regarded as having some confidence,

Erhe raised his head, he stood on the outer edge of the shield cart, and only needed to lean out a little to see the artillery position of the Ming army not far away.

The artillery of the Ming army was being loaded at this time, and the distance was only close to 100 steps, and Erhe could clearly see the movements of those Ming artillery.

The artillery used by the Ming army was very strange, and the gun carriage was different from all the gun mounts he had seen before.

Next to each cannon was an upright man, holding a yellow command flag, who seemed to be the one giving orders.

In addition to the man, there was a soldier who was cleaning the chamber.

There were about three or four people behind the gun, one of them holding something like a fork, and the others crouched behind the gun, not knowing what they were doing.

There were also people walking back and forth, seemingly carrying shells and other things.

"One hundred and twenty paces away, the angle drops another half a quarter, the iron bullet is loaded, and a salvo is fired! Prepare for the shotshot!! ”

In the middle of the Hanzhong army, the artillery commander who was standing at the forefront put down the clairvoyant mirror in his hand and roared angrily.

Naturally, his voice could not be heard at a distance of one hundred and twenty paces,

Erhe didn't hear the sound from the Ming army either, but he saw the rows of yellow flags in front of him suddenly waving down.

The next moment, the orange-red firelight suddenly flashed and almost formed a line, completely obscuring Erhe's entire vision.

(End of chapter)