Ming Jinsheng is no stranger to the soldiers of the training camp, as mercenaries, they are the first thing to know about the way the employer's army orders, that is the first thing that needs to be understood, no employer likes disobedient mercenaries, death in battle, for mercenaries, that is an acceptable thing, but because they do not obey the employer's orders, if they are hanged, it will be very wronged, of course, many of them are not clear, hanging, in the Ming Dynasty, is already a very decent way to die, at least a whole corpse is left, The generals of the Ming Dynasty, for those soldiers who violated military discipline, preferred to cut off their heads and hang their heads in public.

When the sound of gold sounded, most of the people who were already running wildly, hesitated slightly, and immediately began to move closer to their officers, even those who did not have much battlefield experience knew that if they were chased and killed by a group of cavalry behind when retreating, it would be an unimaginable disaster.

The officers were also shouting loudly, gathering the soldiers, slowly turning around, and retreating towards the back, a few of them who were almost dizzy, and the soldiers who were close to them shouted their names loudly, these people looked back, everyone didn't rush, and they ran forward stupidly, and they immediately followed the good flow and moved closer to the team!

They want to retreat, Sutai is not doing it, full of people riding and shooting, isn't this the job? The enemy advances and I retreat, and the enemy retreats and I advance, but there are some similarities with the famous tactics of a certain great man in later generations. Seeing these Rakshasa ghost-like barbarians, he retreated in a hurry, and even ignored the wounded on the ground, where did he still have the slightest hesitation, shouted, lifted the reins of the horse, and chased after the Eight Banners cavalry behind him.

This time, the commander of the training battalion was obedient, and only a dozen musketeers were transferred to the front of the team, nervously loading ammunition one by one, looking at the enemies in front of them with bows and arrows, measuring the range, and ready to fire at any time.

Yu Feng looked at the situation on the battlefield, these Fanren soldiers of the training camp chased them out like sheep, and they were far beyond the range of the firearms in the hands of the firecrackers on the thick city wall, even if they had the intention to cover them, this projectile could not reach those Tartars. After the improvement of the old-fashioned firecracker, it can reach a range of almost eighty steps, although the flintlock musket is convenient, but the range is shorter, after about sixty steps, there is no damage to the human body, the most suitable distance is to fire after the enemy enters fifty steps, in order to achieve the ideal killing effect, so, seeing those tartars embellished up, although he is in a hurry, he is really helpless, he can only hope that with the red-nosed Fanren commander, as soon as possible to bring the team back.

The speed of the retreat of the Fanren soldiers of the training camp is accelerating, the Tartars can't help it, there are more than a dozen horsemen rushing in front, at this time, the firearms in the hands of the Fanren soldiers, without hesitation, opened fire, such a distance, has almost entered the range of the firearms, a burst of gunfire, but a few of the dozen horsemen knocked off the horse, but what is jaw-dropping is that the person who fell off the horse, rolled on the ground a few times, and stood up as if nothing happened.

A small amount of firearms, at such a distance, the lethality is really not as good as the bow and arrow, the hit rate of the firearms in this era, I really dare not compliment, if it is not used intensively, relying on the face to kill, this point-to-point fire at people, it is really as Sutai thought, it is a thing that can only smoke, that projectile, I don't know where to run. These soldiers were not so much knocked off their horses as they were shocked by their mounts and lifted them off their horses.

A round of muskets was released, and the retreating ranks suddenly accelerated, and everyone knew that now these enemies were covering from behind, and their own ranks had no strength to resist, and now they were not far from the city gates, and none of them were running back with their feet outstretched.

"Yo Ho Ho!" At this time, there was no need to give the order quickly, and the battle seemed to return to the procedures that these Eight Banners soldiers were familiar with, and the Eight Banners Cavalry, who had just slowed down a little, also accelerated with the retreat of the soldiers of the training camp, accelerated their speed, raised the spear and axe in their hands, screamed strangely, and chased after them.

"Closer, closer!" Yu Feng said secretly in his heart, as the soldiers of the training camp ran faster and faster, these pursuers also got closer and closer to this end of the city wall, and the fastest cavalry was only twenty or thirty steps away from the soldiers at the back of the training camp, but there was still a distance of about a hundred steps from the city wall.

The front team of the training camp, including their red-nosed commander, had already entered the city, but the rear team was still tightly bitten by these Tartar cavalry, and it seemed that the idea of these Tartars was to take advantage of the chaos of their retreat and rush into the city in one go.

There were screams on the battlefield, and the few soldiers at the back had been chopped to the ground by the cavalry chasing behind them. Yu Feng seemed to be deaf, his eyes were fixed on the slightly raised ridge in front of the city wall, he had just roughly estimated according to the steps of those Fanren soldiers, this ridge was about fifty or sixty steps away from the city wall.

One, two, three, five ten, more and more Tartars crossed the ridge and reaped the lives of the soldiers in their vests, and the screams of the soldiers who were dying and the strange cries of the Tartars in the battlefield were heard endlessly. However, in stark contrast on this battlefield, inside the city wall, there was no sound, and the muskets in the hands of the musketeers were almost sweating, and the musketeers with old-fashioned muskets had already replaced the first one that had been burned out, and they were hurriedly replacing the second one.

I can't wait, although the Tartars who have crossed the ridge are a little more than half of the entire Tartar brigade, but the speed of the cavalry is too fast, and the fastest Tartar cavalry is only more than ten steps away from the gate that has not yet been closed.

"Fire!"

"Fire!" "Fire!" "Fire!"

With these two words popping out of Yu Feng's teeth, the entire city emitted an earth-shattering loud noise, and it was as if a demon had been born inside the city wall, and suddenly a cloud of thick white smoke rose up, and in an instant, the smoke filled everyone's sight.

The musketeers in the city wall were divided into two rows, and after the first row fired the projectile of the musket in his hand, without the slightest hesitation, he immediately ran to the back, giving up the firing position to the soldiers of the second row, and the soldiers of the second row also immediately rushed to the battle position, although their vision was blurred, they still fired the second shot at the place where they had the impression of the enemy, according to the officer's command.

There was no pause between the first and second gunshots, and when the third gunfire was fired, there was a pause in between, but the order from the superior did not come down, and the soldiers dutifully pulled the trigger towards the white smoke in front of them.

The gunshots rang out four rounds, Yu Feng raised his hand, issued an order to stop shooting, and those officers shouted loudly to pass on the order, at this moment, whether it was inside or outside the city, there was a dead silence, only the voices of the officers, one after another.

The smoke emitted by the fire gun was really too big, there was white smoke and fog everywhere, and it was impossible to confirm the results of the battle for a while, and the soldiers who fled into the city in embarrassment were panting one by one, looking at the city gate with a nervous expression, near the city gate, it was no longer their people, but a group of soldiers with hook guns were waiting there, staring at the front with full attention, for fear of rushing out of the white fog and rushing out of the fierce and vicious Tartars.

Five minutes, or ten minutes, or when the Ming Dynasty used to remember the time of a stick of incense? Yu Feng didn't know, he just felt that this period of time was extraordinarily long and worrying.

The smoke finally dissipated, and all the people saw the depiction in front of them, and their expressions were different, some were happy, some were surprised, some were silent, some were shocked, and more, they were in disbelief.

In the middle of the battlefield, there was hardly a standing person, horses and human corpses, covering the entire battlefield horizontally and vertically, and it was visible that it was full of blood and corpses, a tragic scene.

Nearly 200 flintlock muskets, fired four times, that is, nearly 800 projectiles, plus the 300 or so soldiers who originally held old-fashioned firearms, even if they only had time to fire one shot, it was more than 1,000 projectiles, spread to each Tartar soldier in the middle of this battlefield, it was almost more than 20 per person, this is within the effective killing range of the firearms, those cowhide armor of the Tartars can not resist the projectiles with great kinetic energy, in the face of this overwhelming rain of bullets, their results have actually been doomed.

In the distance, there was a small group of Tartars, it was Sutai and some Tartar soldiers who did not enter the firing range, but at this moment, the expressions on their faces were also very exciting, except for surprise... And fear.

Sutai's face was very ugly, comparable to the faces of those dead people. If it weren't for his self-esteem, but rushing forward with the smugness of his own men, he would have been one of those corpses in the battlefield by now, he thought that those Rakshasa ghosts were all the soldiers cobbled together in this village, but he didn't expect that behind this low city wall, there were still so many firecrackers hiding.

"Let's go!" He is a person who makes a decision on the spot, even if he fights these twenty or thirty people around him at the moment, it is obviously useless, although he will inevitably be punished very heavily by the army after losing the battle and returning in a hurry, but it is better than losing his life here immediately. He calculated this account very clearly.

Seeing the Tartar cavalry turn their horses and run towards the way they came without looking back, there was a cheer in the city, of course, this cheer did not include the soldiers of the training camp, their faces were more frustrated and lost. Whoever plans to go out to kill the enemy and make a fortune, but does not even touch the corner of the enemy's clothes, but instead loses his troops and flees back under the cover of friendly troops, he must have this expression.