"Zhang Shuangquan! Zhang Shuangquan! Isn't this still Ergou!" Xiao Shunzi asked in confusion.

Zhang Shuangquan twitched his lips and said angrily: "Do you know that this is so nice? You are not as good as me in the evening study class, so I am the captain of the artillery team. Quickly load the artillery shells. If you are slow, be careful to implicate the entire team and be punished!"

Xiao Shunzi was joking, but his hands were not slow at all. He had practiced thousands of times and could even fire the cannon even with his eyes closed.

Clean the chamber, load the medicine bag, install the fuses on the fire door, and finally load the paper tube wrapped in fifty darts and bullets more than one inch long into the gunbore.

After doing all this, adjust the angle and fire at the most densely populated areas of the Tatar cavalry. There is no doubt that the penetration of the dart bullets can be withstood. The Tatars with only one leather robe can withstand it.

The cannon fires a dart bullet that can penetrate two or three enemies. Often, a large area can be cleared by one shot.

The big sword team under the city also started to move, and the words "slash" sounded loudly, and the approaching cavalry were cut into pieces.

Unlike the last time I received Anfe Yanggu, there were many soldiers holding double-barrel short guns in the gap between the soldiers of the Big Sword Team.

All the Tatar cavalry who rushed to the front of the formation would be baptized by their short guns and grenades in the first battle, so that the Big Sword Team would not be dispersed by the Tatars.

Even with the support of the city guns and short-barrel muskets, the frequency of the Big Sword Team's chopping rate gradually slowed down.

After all, human physical strength is limited. Even the strong Jurchens can only slash more than a dozen times. They have resisted the continuous attacks of the Tatars and have no chance to swap front and back rows.

Finally, someone could not hold on anymore and was knocked down by the Tatar cavalry rushing up and did not stand up again. The big knife hand in the back row immediately rushed forward and continued to chop the Tatar cavalry rushing up.

"Brother! Let's go! Brothers will not be able to withstand it!" Eyidu roared with red eyes.

He personally selected each of these big sword hands, and he personally trained them, and everyone is his brother who is as close as his brothers.

Now they fell to the ground with exhaustion and were trampled to death by the Tatar cavalry. Perhaps they had no breathing at the moment of falling down, and more people were exhausted to death. How could they not let Eyi feel heartbroken?

Nurhaci said with a cold face: "No! The time has not come, so you can't attack!"

"Brother! If you don't do anything, everyone will die!" Eyidu grabbed Nurhaci and begged.

"If it doesn't work, it doesn't work! Our mission is to attract the Tatars. Even if it's all done, we must firmly stick to the Tatars!" Nurhaci roared.

Eye Yidu was also anxious and shouted, "You won't go up! I'll take it up by myself!" After saying that, he held the armor on top, raised the big knife and stood in the big knife's hand.

"Brothers! Let's go!" He screamed, and Yidu made up his seat to the front row, raised his sword and roared: "Slay!"

The cavalry rushed over and the men and horses were cut into two pieces. Blood and internal organs splattered all over his forehead, but he did not hesitate at all and raised his sword and slashed it hard.

Seeing his brothers standing in the front row, Nurhaci unconsciously clenched his fists, his chest fluctuated violently, and he wanted to lead the team to rush forward in a hurry.

But he knew that he could not do this. The reason why the mercenaries could persevere until now was that artillery fire on the bastion was of great significance.

Leaving the cover of the brink, no matter how good their weapons and how good their armor are, they will be submerged in the enemy in the blink of an eye.

The moment he walked out of the bastion, Nurhaci knew his purpose very well, so he took the initiative to provoke and attract Shanba to attack, which was to let the other party see the possibility of breaking Shawo Town, and the more he had to persevere.

Shanba's eyes never left the hundreds of enemies in front of Shawo Town. He had never seen such a team. He still remained motionless in the face of dozens of times the force. Even if it was dispersed a little, it would be quickly completed.

At this moment, his confidence in capturing Nuergandusi was a little shaken. This is true for a small Shawo Town, so what about other places?

There are not many places like this. If there are three or five places, it will cause heavy losses. Are you really going to retreat?

Just as he was thinking a little, his close friend's anxious voice sounded in his ears: "Khan! No! Wen Buchu took his people out of the camp and headed northwest!"

"What?" Shanba couldn't believe his ears. Wen Buchu was his ally. Although the other party sent few people and only more than 10,000 troops, how could he leave without saying goodbye?

Could it be?

Thinking of that possibility, Shanba could no longer sit still. He immediately ordered: "Ming Jin to withdraw his troops!"

The Tatars who were rushing to the battlefield heard the order and retreated unwillingly. They had already paid thousands of casualties and finally approached Shawo Town.

Give them some more time, maybe the Han people will be defeated next time the attack is coming. Why should the troops withdraw at this time? Will the previous warriors die in vain?

Unwilling to accept, the thought of disappointment arose among the Tatars, and morale retreated in a sluggish manner.

The big swordsman in front of Shawo Town finally got a breath, and his ummy even sat on the ground full of corpses, regardless of the blood around him.

"We survived! The dog Tartars retreated!" A heartfelt cry rang among the mercenaries. Even though they were so tired that they lost their strength, the soldiers still celebrated each other.

They couldn't believe that with hundreds of people, they really resisted the attack of dozens of times the enemy, which was simply a miracle.

Only Nurhaci stared at the retreating Tatars, jumped onto the war horse, and shouted with all his strength: "Brothers! You are all good, withstand the fierce attacks of the enemy dozens of times, you are all warriors.

I know you are very tired, but our mercenaries don’t fight back when they are beaten. The war is not up to the Tatars. If they want to retreat, they have to ask whether we agree or not!

Mercenaries were on their horses and chased the Tatars!”

Nurhaci's roar immediately caused cheers. The soldiers holding double-ring short spears jumped onto the war horses and followed behind and rushed towards the Tatar cavalry.

Shanba originally wanted to retreat to the camp to check the situation, but he couldn't help but get angry when he saw more than a hundred Han people chasing him.

Especially when he saw the contemptuous look rushing forward, he could no longer bear it and shouted: "Kill back and kill them for Ben Khan!"

The Tatar cavalry were completely confused. They attacked and retreated for a while, which made them a little confused.

Nurhaci also caught up with the Tatars and led the cavalry to crash into the Tatars team. The retreating Tatars were in chaos in an instant, and many people did not know whether to resist or continue to retreat.

A mere 100 people made his team confused. Shanba angrily threw the horse whip to the ground, pulled out the steel knife from his waist, and ordered: "Calendar with me!"

The personal guards who followed him moved and rushed towards Nurhaci. As soon as his personal guard moved, the others immediately followed, and tens of thousands of people surrounded Nurhaci and more than a hundred people.
Chapter completed!