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[Chapter 747] Equip at least a thousand mortars!

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

Suddenly, the sound of deaf cannons came.

The shells exploded continuously around Tabai. Suddenly, a thick smoke enveloped Tabai and could no longer be seen. When the smoke gradually spread out, Tabai and Bai Zhuyala beside him were all lying on the ground, bloody and bloody.

The flags of the yellow-breasted flags were all torn apart, and they fell to the ground in a broken and rotten manner, just like thrown away rags.

Tabai died in a very unfair way. Yun Qifeng never expected that the mortar C would hit Tabai when it began to extend. Because Tabai died strangely, there were no white soldiers around him who witnessed Tabai's death with his own eyes. The Han army flag beside Tabai did not know Tabai's specific identity. Therefore, for a long time, there was no exact news about Tabai. His death was long after the battle was concluded, and someone discovered it. Of course, these are all later stories.

"Damn it!"

Nurhaci roared fiercely.

He witnessed the fall of the Great Jin army and the ancients in the sect, and even if Nurhaci was calm, he could not control his emotions. He personally went to the front and directed the Great Jin army and the ancients in the sect to retreat. The king of the Great Jin Kingdom was present in person, and his power was indeed extraordinary. Soon, Tang Gu and others broke out into a bloody road and ran back one after another.

However, at this time, the White Army's forced artillery to block their retreat. This led to the huge price for their follow-up troops to evacuate. In addition to artillery fire, there was also the pursuit of hunting cavalry, which also caused great headaches for the Great Jin Army and the ancients. These hunting cavalry were simply braised and could not be shaken off no matter how hard they were. As long as the distance between them was shortened to within thirty feet, they would definitely suffer a great loss.

"Puff puff puff!"

"Puff puff puff!"

Yun Qifeng and others raised the mortar's fire rate to the limit.

Mortar shells were continuously fired out, and they continued to explode in the team of the Great Jin army and the ancients. The shells were blown into a sea of ​​fire. Everything in the sea of ​​fire was swallowed up. The violent explosion forced Nurhaci to retreat. If he did not retreat, he might even be killed.

Nurhaci didn't want to die at this time. Although the military power of the Great Jin Kingdom suffered huge setbacks and the Eight Banners lost most of the losses, Nurhaci felt that he still had a chance to turn the tables. As long as he did not die, the Great Jin Kingdom would still have hope.

Amin, Dudu and others also hurriedly retreated to the back to avoid the attack of the white-clothed army's artillery shells. The Great Jin army and the ancients behind could only be anxious. Because, in this case, they had no possibility of saving their companions. If they came up, they would definitely be killed by mortars and violent explosions would kill them together.

Zhang Yi put down his telescope and said regretfully: "It seems that the battle is about to end."

Yun Qifeng also said regretfully: "It's a pity that we have just had a chance to face the lure."
Chapter completed!
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