Chapter 183: Attacking Dingxichang (2)

"Each team is shooting freely. Pay attention to the first round of shooting, aiming to eliminate the enemy's long-range power. Anyone holding a bow and arrow must be eliminated. After that, shoot freely. Anyone who dares to show up will be eliminated." Zhang Yang said.

"Bang, bang." Everyone had already aimed at their own target, with more than 200 Tianque guns aiming at about fifty archers on the wall. In other words, one archer would be "entered" by four people.

The first round of shooting is the most violent and effective. When the enemy is ready to hide it, the shooting effect will be reduced. Therefore, the first round of shooting must be fierce and knocked out the opponent's archer in one go. This will be of great benefit to the spearman's charge. The biggest threat to the spearman is the opponent's archer.

Moreover, the other party is waiting for him to go up. All the archers are pulling the bow straight and waiting for their team to approach, and then shoot arrows. For ordinary archers, in order to ensure the hit rate, they will definitely aim motionlessly when shooting, so that they will become their own living target.

A three hundred steps away is the effective range of your Tianque gun. At this range, you can only hit the Tartars by yourself, and the Tartars’ bows and arrows cannot reach it. This feeling is very good.

The shooting with all his strength did indeed achieve good results. Looking at the archers falling down on the other side's wall, Zhang Yang was happy even though he did not show any expression on his face.

Your own Tianque gun is definitely a powerful weapon to attack the enemy under correct use.

Compared to Zhang Yang, Harbala is much more painful.

"Bang, bang." When the sound came, Halbala was not too nervous, but when he saw the people around him falling down one by one, he could no longer remain calm.

One by one, the archers fell off the half-blocked wall, with only a small hole in their chests, and blood was gushing outwards.

Some archers have more than one blood hole, while others have three or four. What is that? Why is it even more powerful than your own arrow?

"Ah!" A more terrifying voice came. He looked up and saw several sentries responsible for patrol falling down on the high lookout post.

"Sir, this place is too dangerous, let's go back." Liu Sheng said from the side.

Go back? Your mission is to guard the salt field! Halbala was furious: "No, if the suspension bridge is taken down, you and your salt dice will be executed!"

Harbala was furious and looked like a demon god. Liu Sheng didn't dare to say much and returned to the door in shame.

Fortunately, his subordinates were not the target of the attack. Liu Sheng saw that the main ones who were hit in the first round were the archers. He was not in danger yet.

Halbala also noticed that after the first round of attacks, there were only a few archers under his command. He was angry, but he had no choice but to do anything. In this case, he was only beaten and could not fight back.

"Ah, ah." The screams were still coming, but this time, they were the swordsmen.

The Tartar soldiers were not fools either. They had already seen that any wall exposed was the object of greeting the other party. However, the hundred households did not give orders. If they avoided it, they would violate the military order and would still be beheaded.

They seemed to be a piece of wood that could not move, where they were willing to be ruthlessly hit by the other party.

Fortunately, Harbala recalled it in time. "Get off the wall immediately!" He gave the order helplessly, otherwise, he and his people would have been killed before the enemy could approach.

At this moment, he seemed to have fallen into an ice hole. What kind of rioters are they? Even regular troops do not have such good equipment, right? Baiju Salt Field is so easy to be defeated. How long can he guard Dingxi Field?

He didn't know that for the first time he had lost confidence.

"Don't leave!" Harbala suddenly discovered that the commander, Si Cheng and Guan Gou, the main person in charge of these three salt fields, had secretly retreated to the east, and the pier of the salt fields was on the east. They wanted to get on the boat and escape?

The three of them turned around and said, "Brother Har, you stand here, let's go to Gaoyou to bring reinforcements." Zhou Dezheng said.

"No! If you dare to take a step back, don't blame me for being ruthless today!" Halbala said, picking up the archer's arrow from the dead archer on the ground.

"Brother Har, we are going to bring reinforcements. Look, our defensive power is so weak now, I'm afraid..." Guan Gou Zhao Fang said.

Suddenly, before he finished speaking, he found in horror that a knife was inserted into his chest, and a severe pain came. He looked at Harbala in front of him and his face had become ferocious. "I am from the eighth rank official position, you are also the eighth rank. If you kill me now, the court will pursue you..."

"Hmph, if you are attacked by the rioters today, it will not be the court's turn to pursue you. If you escape at the last minute, your crime will be punished!" Halbala said.

Zhou Dezheng reacted first: "That's right, it's all this Zhao Fang. He insisted on running away, and he still had to pull us. If he died, he would die, and if he ran away at the last battle, he should be killed!"

"Yes, that's it." Li Xian also said.

The two of them retreated again.

"Everyone, each of you takes a knife and follows me." Halbala said, kicking two knives from the ground.

Zhou Dezheng picked up the knife on the ground with his trembling hands, which was so heavy! He was just a civil servant, and he could hold a brush or silver with these hands. It was a bit awkward to hold this knife.

However, he didn't dare to say anything, and Zhao Fang was lying on the ground.

"Brother Wang, let's take action!" A sound came from a dozen salt people next to a large iron plate that boiled salt.

"No, there are still many Tartar soldiers, and they all have swords. If we rush forward like this, the losses will be huge. Let's wait a little longer."

"Okay, that salted man named Wang Gang, I will kill him with my own hands and avenge my brother!"

"Okay, let's kill all those who bully us!"

Zhang Yang was very satisfied with the attack, and no one showed up on the other party's wall.

"Go forward fifty steps, rotate aiming, be alert at all times!" Zhang Yang said.

Shooting is a waste of energy. Now, the opponent has been beaten back, so let the shooters take turns to rest, only half of them pay attention to the wall, and anyone who shows up will be eliminated immediately.

Only one stick of incense has passed, but Harbala feels like a whole day has passed.

Harbala was waiting quietly under the wall. He heard footsteps, and after a while, it was gone. After waiting for a long time, he finally couldn't bear it anymore.

"You, go up!" he said to a salt dick.

"Me?" The salt dip that was pumped immediately looked like a frost-beaten eggplant. If it went up, wouldn't it immediately turn into a dead body?

He doesn't want to go.

"Go up quickly!" Halbala put a knife on his neck.

Yan Ding had no choice but to pray in his heart and walked towards the inner wall.

As soon as he showed his head, he heard a sound of a musket. He suddenly lowered his head and immediately felt a white light in front of him. Then, it was blurry and he couldn't see anything clearly.

I was very fast, but I didn't expect that the other party was faster than me! Before I lost consciousness, this idea flashed through his mind.

"Dong!" Yanding fell down the wall.

What to do? Harbala is desperate.

Zhang Yang was very satisfied. With the range of the Tianque gun, he successfully blocked the other party's sight. Anyone who stood out was beaten to death. In this way, no one dared to show up and could not observe his own actions, creating conditions for the next step of action.

After waiting for half an hour, seeing that there was no movement, Halbala encouraged a salt dice to go up again.

This time, as soon as my head showed up, there were a few holes in my head.

Harbala was completely desperate, and he was simply waiting to die! Open the door and go out to fight them desperately? He hesitated, and only more than a hundred people were left under his command. Now with the help of the wall, he could still resist. If he went out, he would probably have to be ruined by all his more than a hundred people here.

He suddenly remembered that Nasuladin's failure was probably not that Nasuladin was brave but that this opponent was too powerful and that Nasuladin's cavalry could not get any benefits, let alone these people under his command?

His anxiety became stronger and stronger.

It has been more than an hour, and he has not sent anyone to go up again. As soon as he shows up, he will die. This shock is so amazing.

Moreover, it is already afternoon, and this wall is the western wall. Even if it goes up, it may not be able to see the other party’s actions clearly in the sun.

It seemed like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered. This feeling was extremely depressing. Although there was no meal yet, no one shouted that he was hungry. They didn't know how to get through this afternoon.

Zhang Yang's side had already advanced to a distance of 200 steps or 200 steps without realizing it, and he could enter with just one charge.

Now, he was waiting for the opportunity and waiting for another hour, and the Tartars inside should be on the verge of collapse. That was the time, the moment when he launched an attack.

The final battle will be solved by hand-to-hand combat, all of which are based on the two battalions behind.

"Brother, my young men can't hold it anymore. When will you let us go?" Tang He asked for the third time.

Seeing the musketeers showing their might, the Tartars did not dare to look up at all. The spearmen behind them were all full of energy. Do they want to become musketeers? Then they had to make military achievements! Without fighting, how could they make military achievements? They all hoped that they could become one of the musketeers as soon as possible, and they would hit them wherever they pointed within three hundred steps. This was the majesty!

Zhang Yang's reply was only two words: "Wait!"

Shi Yi was very aware of the commander. He did not bother Zhang Yang, but instead restrained his subordinates, rested on the spot, and regained their energy. When he used himself for a while, he would be a sharp arrow that was unsheathed.

Lunch had already been resolved on the spot, and the soldiers now seemed to be waiting for the sun to set. It seemed that there was no war to fight on this day.

Even Harbala in the salt field ordered that she would prepare for dinner. From the morning to the present, the soldiers had no energy. Under the strong mental pressure, they all seemed to be exhausted.
Chapter completed!