A close round of shooting killed dozens of Jin soldiers, but the tenacious and barbaric Jurchen armored soldiers seemed to completely ignore the heavy blow. Everyone shouted loudly and crossed the last short distance and approached the edge of the chest wall.

However, there was a half-meter-deep trench in front of the chest wall, with countless sharp bamboo and wood thorns inserted into it. Some of the young masters couldn't hold on the edge of the trench and fell directly into the trench and were tied into meat skewers.

Almost in an instant, the Qingzhou soldiers were filled with enemies. Although they had a chest wall and a trench to cover, these simple fortifications looked too thin and gave the soldiers very limited confidence.

Several magical machine gun teams ignored the danger and directly omitted the procedure to cool the barrel. They loaded the medicine for the fourth time and fired the enemy who was close to them.

All I heard was boom boom boom, bang!

A deafening loud noise, the three-door magic machine cannons were successfully launched, cutting down the Tartars who were standing in the trench and unable to move forward and retreat. However, the fourth cannon had a chamber explosion accident, and the broken iron pieces splashed behind the chest wall, drowning all members of the gun group in the thick smoke!

The panicked screams appeared on the Qingzhou Army's positions for the first time. Some old Jurchen hunters with a keen sense of smell quickly noticed the opportunity. They roared and ordered their soldiers to throw their bodies into the trench. Some even waved their swords and forced their subordinates to jump into the trench directly!

Amid the shrill howl, the trench in front of the explosion gun group was soon half filled with corpses. Several Jurchen warriors jumped into the ditch and jumped upwards while stepping on their own bodies. However, the Qingzhou soldiers' reaction was not slow. A row of sharp soldiers arrived in time, and their sharp spears stabbed the unobstructed Jurchens in the air, instantly swept the warriors back to the bottom of the ditch.

The Qingzhou Army's chest wall was about one and a half meters high and half meter deep. Standing behind the chest wall, the Qingzhou soldiers could use long weapons to attack the enemies at the bottom of the ditch, but the Tartars had to find a way to cross the wall to fight back. This small geographical advantage allowed the Qingzhou soldiers to take advantage of the advantage. The fatal spear tips were constantly sucking and spitting the Tartars standing in the trench and howling.

"Arrow!"

During the brief stalemate, the most elite Jin Jurchen soldiers rushed to the battlefield. Meng'an, who was responsible for commanding the attack, shouted loudly. The Jin Jurchen soldiers stood 7 or 8 steps away from the chest wall, and drew heavy arrows to aim at the helmets of the sharp soldiers surging behind the chest wall.

The elite archery skills of these Tartars are amazing. Although only a few hundred archers participated in the shooting, they shot thousands of arrows in a very short time!

The axe-shaped armor-piercing arrows rubbed against the top of the chest wall, and a small holding of loess pierced the face of the sharp soldiers. A scream suddenly sounded behind the chest wall, and all the Qingzhou soldiers who showed their heads attacked were almost wiped out!

Taking this opportunity, the Jurchens jumped into the trench, pulled out the ground thorns that were not buried deep enough, or used the weapons in their hands as tools to dig out the chest walls desperately.

Some of the more brave ones simply dragged the bodies to pile them into stepping stones, and soon filled them 7 or 80 cm, a little higher than the shallow trench.

The Zhenjurchen armored soldiers who could not wait to kill were stomped on the pile of corpses and jumped over the chest wall that was no longer tall. However, they had never known that there was still a trench behind the chest wall, and Qingzhou soldiers were standing on a low stool to attack the outside world!

The height drop on the ground was half a meter away from the Tartars' imagination. The Jurchen soldiers who jumped over directly in heavy armor were unable to stand firmly and fell all over the ground in the trench.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, a group of militia rushed over and easily reaped their lives with daggers and waist knives.

At this time, the stories that are usually passed down by people can eat human flesh. The invincible Tartars are as easy to deal with as crops to be harvested. Several hardworking farmers excitedly pulled up the Tartars' heads that were knocked out, just like grabbing a heavy straw and then cutting off the pipe of the straw with the simple weapon in their hands.

More Jurchen soldiers crossed the chest wall, some were lucky enough to jump to the edge of the trench, and some were directly stepping on militias or Tartars who could not dodge. Several Tartars who barely held their feet rubbed their bodies and rushed towards the sharps on both sides who were still stabbing to the outside.

The Ruiz, who was standing on a stool, used long weapons, was caught off guard and was quickly killed.

"There is a ditch behind the wall! Pay attention to your feet!"

Jurchen loudly reminded his companions who continued to jump behind the chest wall, as if in response, a part of this chest wall suddenly collapsed!

The Jurchens finally dug a gap in the chest wall, and a group of Tartar soldiers waved their weapons and flocked in from the gap!

boom!

With a loud bang, a magic machine cannon was aimed at the gap in the chest wall at close range and it was ruthless. The cannon was assembled with a solid bullet. A 2-pound iron ball swept through the narrow gap. Several Jurchen armored soldiers standing at the gap were instantly torn into pieces. The human limbs, helmets and armor fragments radially splashed backwards, hitting the helmets of the Jurchen soldiers behind like raindrops, crackling.

After a moment, the lower half of some unlucky guy rolled down the small slope.

Even the veterans of the battles were shocked by this horrifying scene. In front of the chest wall, someone began to slowly retreat. It seemed that the gap was the wide open mouth of a man-eating beast. The companions who rushed in just now were bitten and chewed, and then they were spit out contemptuously...

Some people couldn't help but bent down and retching. The soldiers' faces were pale, and their momentum just now stopped.

A tiger-toothed sword came from behind with the sound of wind. The armored soldier who was retching instantly separated his head. The headless corpse spewed out a half-foot-high blood fountain. After 2 or 3 breaths, he fell to the ground like a piece of wood.

The armored soldiers looked at Meng'an, who had just killed a companion with a horror. The guy's cheek was cut by a piece of armor that collapsed from a shell. The blood had dyed half of his face and the armor on his upper body red, making this guy who was already very ugly even more ferocious.

Meng'an glanced back and forth with his fierce eyes and roared: "Masters are all watching behind the back. If we don't break this short wall today, our whole family will die! Now rush over with me!"

Afterwards, he ignored it and waved his sword to rush into the opposite trench from the gap in the chest wall - he was lucky, and the magic gun team had already begun to retreat and did not continue to shoot at the gap.

The desperate Jurchens were crazy and rushed forward after their master. If they couldn't find the way, they would hold the wall with both hands and try to flip over.

Someone simply stood on the chest wall and shot the nearby Qingzhou soldiers with heavy arrows until they were picked down by Ruiz with a spear.
Chapter completed!