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Chapter 145 Killing God

Soon the Mongolians shouted something in Mongolian language, and several night sentries stood out from the abandoned wall foundation. They held bows in their hands and began to shout loudly that Huang Taiji and others would stop immediately.

They were escorted cavalry teams and were also preparing to raid the Han people's caravan before dawn, so they left enough night-time staff. However, these Mongolians never expected that the abandoned Jurchens actually colluded with the Han people, and suddenly rushed towards them at this time around night!

Zhang Han and the musketeers walked forward slowly behind the formation. They did not move, but each of them staggered their positions and moved forward in two rows.

Zhang Han once thought that the shooting methods of the musket era, such as three-stage strikes or segment strikes, lying on the ground, kneeling and shooting on the knee, were all learned from Europe. After reading some military books from the Ming Dynasty, he realized that these shooting methods, including queue shooting methods, had long existed in the Ming Dynasty.

It’s not surprising to think about it. When Emperor Taizong of the Ming Dynasty used firearms in large quantities, how could it be that there was no corresponding firearm tactics?

However, in the long river of history, China has developed to this point and the domination of ruling has fallen into the quagmire of self-setting. Not to mention development in recent years, even the ancestors of that year are far inferior.

Huang Taiji looked back on the way to attack. He was surprised that Zhang Han and others had a complete queue. In this regard, it was much stronger than the Ming army in a series of battles in Fushun Pass of Qinghe Fort.

Amid the shouts, many Mongolians ran out of their houses or tents.

As they shouted, Huang Taiji and others accelerated their pace, from tiptoing slowly to straightening their waists and walking in a big way.

Under the moonlight, the silver armor on the Jurchens flashed with a strange light.

The Mongols began to shoot arrows, making a sound of collapse, and then the buzzing sound of arrows breaking through the air.

"Boom!"

Huang Taiji felt his wrist tremble, and an arrow flew over and shot right above his shield. The arrow was very powerful and inserted directly into the board. On the other side of the shield, the tip of the arrow as big as a rice grain was revealed.

Huang Taiji was not responsible for the command. He still strides forward, surrounded by silver armored Fiyala. These people are all top players who have experienced many battles. The chores of the Mongolian tribe are very important. Therefore, except for Kurchan and his assistant, the rest of the entourage were selected by the two yellow flags. Huang Taiji himself took Tan Tai and others as guards, and they were also Zhengbaiqi's Fiyala.

This is a group of veterans armed to the teeth, extremely experienced. After the Mongolians started shooting archery, the leader Jialaerzhen began to scream and ordered everyone to trot forward.

A rustling sound came from Zhang Han's ears, and a group of beast-like Jurchens wearing silver armor began to run in front. In the air, you could clearly see arrows flying towards them in the air.

The Mongolians shot arrows quickly and quickly, and there were more and more people, from a few to dozens, and then dozens of people. More people started to wear armor after the formation. Most of the Mongolians had the type of double-breasted cotton armor. The outer layer was cloth, and countless copper nails were used to fix the iron leaves inlaid in the armor leaves. Each pair of cotton armor was seven kilograms of cotton, which was installed in the jacket with cloth, and then sewed tightly with thick threads, soaked in water, and then placed on the ground with feet, and dried to the sun. The two layers of armor were filled with these compacted cotton. The armor became very thick, and there were iron leaves inlaid in the middle, and finally fixed with copper nails.

The predecessors of these argents appeared in the Yuan Dynasty. During the period of firearm development, cotton argents began to become popular on a large scale.

The main reason is that cotton is planted on a large scale. After having a large amount of cotton, the paper armor is completely eliminated.

This kind of armor has a stronger protection against firearms than iron armor, and also has certain protection against long-range shooting of arrows. It is just that it cannot prevent strong slashing, and it cannot prevent piercing.

Under the moonlight, Zhang Han saw a large number of armored soldiers nervously wearing armor. Compared to the coldness and calmness of the Jurchens, the Mongolians were obviously panicked.

The arrows began to shoot in the distance, and the shot arrows flew over low altitude in front of them, and were inserted obliquely on the ground that was less than dozens of steps, as if a dead grass suddenly grew on the ground.

Jiang Kui walked nervously beside Zhang Han, and he also held the musket. Zhang Han told them not to follow him with long signs. The expected location of the musket was difficult to be injured by arrows. Every force was best used to hurt the enemy.

The Jurchens became closer and closer, and finally the Ala Erzhen shouted. When more than twenty steps away, all the white armor threw a round together.

Short axe, spear throwing, broad sword, bones.

Zhang Han and others subconsciously condensed their bodies. The distance that Jia La Ezhen chose was just right, and under his command, everyone threw themselves at a point. Nearly twenty weapons instantly slashed into the queue of those Mongolian archers, instantly arousing blood flowers.

The screams rang out, some of whom were hit on the head by the bones, and some of whom were smashed into pieces on the spot, while others were scratched by a broad knife. The artery was cut and blood surged. The person who was scratched threw the bow and arrow in his hand, and covered his neck with both hands, but the blood continued to gush out from his fingers, and soon flowed all over his body and rushed to the ground. After more than a dozen breaths, the man fell to the ground and soon lost consciousness.

The screaming was caused by a gun being thrown into the chest, and the tip of the gun went straight into the chest. The huge inertia and sharp gun tip easily broke through the skin and body, passed through the internal organs, and then revealed from the back. The huge pain and fear made the person exposed make terrifying screams, followed by moans and painful screams, and ultimately the choking and rapid breathing when he was dying.

Zhang Han was already familiar with these things. This feeling of battlefield grabbed him suddenly. The valve on his body seemed to suddenly open. His movements became more sensitive and swift, his eyes were sharper, and his spirit was more concentrated. A posture that was only available on the battlefield was revealed. He adjusted his breathing, took even steps, and protected every physical strength he had. Not only him, but also everyone around him.

While throwing, the white armor began to run forward suddenly, and the iron armor on their bodies made a rustling sound. Under the moonlight, the white armor was like beasts wearing silver armor. Their speed was so fast that it was unbelievable. The original semicircle gradually ran into a triangle. Zhang Han saw a fat figure running in front, beside him was a row of friends holding shields. These Jurchens roared and rushed towards the chaotic archers and the Mongolian armored soldiers holding long iron spears. They collided fiercely and resolutely like tanks. The shields did not

The dance stopped, swung the tip of the spear that was poking, knocked the two rows of Mongolians standing in front to the ground, and then the waist knife in their hands suddenly slashed forward. The fierce slash was brisk and the heads rolled down. The Mongolians were killed and injured in the flashing swords. The Mongolians who came to meet with long spears or long swords were no match for these dozen Jurchens. Whether in martial arts or arrays, the Mongolians were far from each other. The crowd quickly became mixed. Only the white armored men in silver armor always formed a line and kept moving forward.

Behind the Jurchens, a team of Ye Bushou and elite maids rushed in from the breakout with spears and swords.

Duoer held a mace and cooperated with his friends to kill the enemy. The Mongolians' queue was already in chaos. Each of them covered each other and took turns to move forward. He skillfully used the weapons in his hands to launch an attack. He almost caused the enemy to die. With their assistance, the white armored men continued to rush forward without worrying about being surrounded by the back.

Under the rapid attack of the white armored men, the team of fifty or sixty people in the first three rows was almost instantly broken.

But more Mongolians came out, and many people were already wearing armor and holding long soldiers. These armored soldiers were also elite soldiers among the Mongolians, most of which were guards around Taiji. They were out of business and lived by fighting. Although most of them were in panic, many people were still holding big knives or iron spears to attack. Flashes of metal friction that made people sour, and the fiercest impact of the white armor was temporarily blocked.

Meng'erdai rode on a horse and found that the situation was not very good. The Jurchens attacked too hard. The Han caravan continued to fight behind to expand the results. He could resist the enemy in the front for a while, but over time, he would definitely be defeated.

The key is that the people who are standing in front are almost all the armored soldiers he brought from Baicheng. The people in Korqin are still rubbing their armor and holding horses. In addition to the people who were killed in the archer's hands, the people in Korqin look very obviously not working hard.

Meng Edai rushed to the front with his own relatives, and at the same time ordered Korqin's armored soldiers to set up and attack, protruded straight from the left and right sides, and then turned around and rushed behind the white armored men.

Apart from such a fighting style, Meng'erdai couldn't think of any way to win this battle.

The attack was not against the enemy from the front, so Korqin's men finally moved.

More than fifty people divided into two strands, bypassing the abandoned wall foundation and breaking out of the gap.

Huang Taiji also noticed the Mongolian movements, and he frowned slightly.

Huang Taiji felt a little troublesome. The more Mongolian soldiers, the easier it is to fight. The command is chaotic and unruly, but a small number of armored soldiers can be used freely, which may bring considerable threats.

Especially when Huang Taiji saw Zhang Han and others forced him up, it happened to be the route of attacking the Mongolian armored cavalry on the side of the rushing out.

Huang Taiji had no choice. It was already dangerous to observe him. He was fighting to the death. The shield in his hand was broken by a Mongolian armored soldier with a heavy hammer. Now he was holding a short axe in his left hand, and the waist knife in his right hand had broken several holes. The blade was covered with blood. Even Huang Taiji's hands and body were sprayed with blood. Tan Taiji and others were holding weapons or holding shields, fighting desperately, slowly forming a barrier in front of Huang Taiji. However, Huang Taiji did not like the feeling of doing nothing. He took off his hard bow and twisted the arrows on the strings. He almost didn't take much time. The heavy arrow shot at the enemy not far away. He shot out an arrow. Huang Taiji saw an armored soldier with an arrow more than twenty steps away and was shot. The man grabbed the arrow shaft with both hands, his knees slowly fell down, and knelt on the ground.
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