The Ming army's large firearms began to be released.

The Later Jin soldiers were very close to the Ming army. After the horse galloped, they quickly entered the range. First, there were sporadic sounds of cannons, followed by waves of white smoke. Then more cannons were fired, and the sound of cannons was rumbling. First, they were scattered. When the Later Jin army approached a distance of hundreds of steps, the number of cannons fired suddenly increased. There may be nearly a hundred kinds of cannons in the Ming army's ranks, of course, most of them were small-caliber crow-mouthed cannons and tiger-squat cannons. More cannons were still in the baggage camp, where there were a considerable number of general cannons and large-mouthed Folang machines. Now the caliber of these cannons on the position is too small, and the effective killing distance has been calculated according to the actual operation of Zhang Han and others. That is, within a hundred steps, and the sound is heard from more than a hundred steps. The lethality is really limited, similar to the muskets, and it is even worse than the Lumi gun with better closed performance.

"It was too early to be released!" Li Congye was anxious and his speech changed from a Mandarin to a strong Zhejiang accent.

"It's indeed too early." Liang Xing said calmly: "Looking at this distance, it's just a firecracker."

The Ming army was so panicked. Under the pressure of the collapse of the sky and the earth created by the Later Jin army, many Ming soldiers, including generals and schools, were panicked. Under the huge pressure, people always rely too much on the weapons in their hands. Those with long spears should hold the spear tightly. Those with firearms in their hands were their greatest support. They would release the firearms in their hands before the enemy rushed up, kill or deter the enemy, and at least give themselves courage...

"Oh, what kind of bird fight is this?" Duoer and Wang Yikui both hugged their heads and sighed together.

The Zhao brothers and Li Laibin were both anxious and jumped.

People's emotions can finally be released, and they have been holding back in this Jurchen world for too long.

"Oh..." Zhang Han also sighed, and then he said to everyone: "We can't blame them, our Ming camp soldiers are too lacking in training."

Li Congye shook his head and said, "If you don't want to practice the same method as Qi Shuai, you can practice your courage for them to do it. The muskets are usually put away and are watched by the eunuchs. Each soldier often does not fire a gun for several months. It would be strange if he can get it well."

Amid the rumbling cannons, the attack of the Eight Banners did not diminish at all. After fighting with the Ming army in Liaozhen led by Zhang Chengyin, the Jurchens who had been fighting for a long time had already discovered that the Ming army's firearms were just terrifying, but their lethality was really limited. There was no need to hesitate to avoid it, just continue to rush forward.

The vanguard quickly rushed within a hundred steps. The ones who rushed to the front were mainly flag soldiers. The number of armor was not large. The Ming army had the advantage of the territory, so these flag soldiers had to attack upwards. However, in the eyes of Zhang Han and others, the Eight Banners soldiers roared like the wind, completely ignoring the Ming army's artillery bombardment. The Ming army's artillery did not cause much casualties. When the Eight Banners soldiers rushed forward, a Ming army gunman finally began to fire, and then crackled like a burst of beans. All the Ming army musketeers on the entire front were fired, neither firing in a volley, and the distance was remote. Except for some unlucky people who rushed past were accidentally hit by the projectile and fell off the horse, the casualties of the Eight Banners soldiers were almost negligible.

There was a clamor of thrusts and thrusts from the Ming army front. There were too many people, and the thrusts were heard all the time to Zhang Han, but at this time Zhang Han and his friends were not on the Ming army, and they were more of them.

(This chapter is not finished, please turn the page) Looking at the flag archers.

"Crash, collapse collapse..."

Almost everyone's ears were heard like cotton-like sounds. The noise of millions of people shooting arrows together was too loud. Almost in an instant, the sound of the Later Jin soldiers shooting arrows overshadowed the roar of Ming army artillery. The sound of rustling arrows flying into the air sounded on the battlefield, like the wind blowing through the forest. At the same time, over ten thousand arrows swept through the air. In the sight of Zhang Han and others, these arrows almost filled their eyes in the blink of an eye.

Everyone became nervous. The so-called invincible riding and shooting in the Later Jin Dynasty had a flattering side and a real side. The Jurchen men began to learn to draw bows since they could stand when they could stand, and began to formally hunt when they grew up. Their mastery of bows and arrows was not comparable to that of the farming nations. The adult flag managers of the Later Jin Dynasty generally used ten forces to bows and arrows, which were about 130 pounds of force, and could easily shoot through leather or cotton armor within a hundred steps. The armors equipped by the Ming army were generally leather or cotton armor, which had extremely low defense for protecting arrows within a hundred steps.

Arrows flew through the air, and the Later Jin soldiers shot ten thousand arrows at the same time, shooting upwards into the Ming army array at the height of the slope. Their arrows were shot quickly and accurately, and with great force. In Zhang Han's eyes, most of the Ming army's first rows were shot overturned almost instantly. Many Ming soldiers were shot arrows on their faces, necks or chests. The deep muscles of the arrows cut through the skin and muscles, bursting out blood. Thin leather or cotton armor could not resist such powerful shooting. The heavy arrows of the Later Jin soldiers were flat, the iron arrows were extremely sharp, and the force was heavy. The arrow shot into the human body and caused huge damage. In the blood

While flowing out, the arrows penetrated deep into the internal organs, smashed the internal organs or shot bones. A large number of Ming soldiers screamed and fell to the ground, like rows of harvested and lodged wheat. A large number of soldiers were shot to the ground in the reach of the naked eye. The musketeers who were loading in panic were even more unable to load them. Most of their actions were interrupted, and only a few people successfully loaded them. Without waiting for the officer's unified order, they fired the musketeers one after another, and the effect was much stronger than that just now. Some unlucky Eight Banners soldiers were knocked off the horse by the musketeers.

After a few fires, the cannons began to explode. Zhang Han saw that a cannon had just ignited the fuse and exploded on the position with a loud bang. The broken cannon bodies burst into the Ming army formation, smashing several nearest Ming soldiers into meat pie.

The Jurchens' arrows were shot quickly and fiercely, almost without stopping. After Zhang Han held his breath and watched for less than a quarter of an hour, the Ming army's formation had loosened, and more than 20,000 people were surrounded by more than 40,000 people. The front, left wing, right wing, and flying arrows were everywhere in the sky, and there were people fighting and shouting. People were like ants, fighting and roaring. The six flags of the flags and the armored people were running back and forth, shooting upwards, constantly pulling the arrows in their hands and shooting out again. At this time, no one was worried about it.

The physical strength was retained or the arms were sore, the arrows were shot quickly and densely, and the heavy rain-like arrows made the Ming army unable to raise their heads. Rows of spearmen and musket soldiers were shot overturned, and the Ming army's array was constantly opened. Although the inner generals kept sending troops to fill it up, under such a blow, the morale of the Ming army soldiers began to collapse significantly. In addition to the sporadic sounds of cannons and guns, the entire battlefield was almost covered by the shouts of the Jurchens and the sound of the bowstrings being tightened and loosened.

"The time is here." Duoer

(This chapter is not finished, please turn the page) His round face collapsed so hard, and his voice also trembled. Compared with Liang Xing, Wang Yikui and others, Duoer, Li Congye and others were more involved and had a stronger sense of substitution.

If they hadn't withdrew from the border army early, they would have been on the opposite battlefield.

Of course, they might have died in battle long ago. In the outpost battle just now, the generals did not send out the most elite servants. Most of the Ming army fought with sharp whistles and beam-mounted horses. Of course, there were also a large number of unstoppable nights. These elite cavalry were also valuable wealth. They were almost killed or injured before the Eight Banners soldiers launched a large-scale charge. The Ming army's rangers were far from being the opponent of the Jurchens, and the most elite servants were regarded as the most important killer weapon by the generals and would not be released until the last moment.

As if responding to Duoer's words, the sweat shaking, and then a large number of silver-armored Woyala and iron-armored cavalry gathered together. At least four or five thousand heavily armored cavalry gathered on one wing of the battlefield. Under the command of the banner, they rushed towards the Ming army array with the most gaps.

A large number of armored soldiers rushed forward from the back team. The flag stewards who had been shooting archers retreated. The armored soldiers handed over the war horses to others, holding the long soldiers, iron spears, knives, and iron sickles in their hands, layer by layer, and rushed forward in groups.

The weapons in their hands were extremely skillful and soon fought with the soldiers in front of the Ming army. These Jurchens had been through the battle formation for a long time and could become the most agile and fierce death-seekers among the Eight Banners. When they were separated from the Ming army's battle formation by ten steps, these armored soldiers laid the spears and swords in their hands flattened and made a howling roar. The Ming army's array was shot incomplete by the rain of arrows, interlaced like dog teeth. The armored soldiers relied on not only their skillful martial arts and extraordinary courage, but their queues were much more neat than the Ming army. Under the command of Bashiku and Niu Luezhen, rows of spears and swords stabbed or slashed, cutting out the Ming army's array with a bunch of blood.

At this time, the gathered iron-armored cavalry also began to rush forward. The gap they found was even larger. The simple defense facilities set up by the Ming army were useless. The movements of thousands of war horses galloping can only be described as landslides and earth-shattering. The simple defense only tripped a small number of cavalry, and more armored cavalry kept pouring in and rushed towards the enemy formation.

A white-armored soldier with a ferocious face rushed in. A tiger and tooth gun in his hand. A Ming army officer rushed forward in his rare iron scale armor. The white-armored armoured in silver armor was very fast. He stretched the iron gun forward, calculated the speed and distance of the horse, and the iron gun directly stabbed the Ming army officer's chest. Under the huge inertia, the tip of the steel spear quickly penetrated the armor leaf of the iron armor. More than half of the spear head entered, the Ming army officer spewed out blood, loosened his hands, and the big knife in his hand fell down.

The white armor almost stopped. He shook his wrist and pulled out the iron spear, then stabbed the other Ming army's back. The flat spear tip teared a huge crack in the other party's back. The Ming army's back seemed to have been torn open, and blood surged out. It was clear that the blooming muscles were trembling. The Ming army seemed to have lost the pain and was still running back desperately. The white armor no longer cared about him and was looking for the next target. After a few breaths, the Ming army would fall to the ground and die from death. It was not worth wasting the energy of the slam to slam the dead.

(End of this chapter)
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