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Looking at the past, thick black smoke billowed and lingered for a long time on the open space in front of the main village of the Xuanfu Army in Changling Mountain, and even the sand on the ground flew up and didn't fall for a long time.

There were endless screams and howls. Most of the Tartars who rushed forward were killed and injured by the pre-buried gunpowder, and those Tartars who were lucky enough not to be bombed were also stunned on the spot.

Although they have been fighting in battle for a long time, they are already familiar with artillery and blunderbuss, but it is the first time that they feel a large amount of gunpowder exploding beside them today.

Many people sat on the ground in a daze, turning a blind eye to the tragic scene around them, holding other people's stumps in their arms, and their own weapons had long since disappeared, and even the armor on their bodies was torn apart by the shock wave of the explosion .

As if time also stopped at this moment!
Even the Tartar soldiers in the back line didn't charge anymore, they didn't retreat, they just stood there and stared at the hell-like scene in front of them, their eyes widened and they couldn't believe it.

Suddenly, a few Tartars covered in flames rushed towards them screaming and yelling, scaring these ferocious Tartars back again and again, but the back was crowded with people, how could they retreat.

Fortunately, Niu Luzhang Jing, a Tatar holding a shield, was still awake. He held a large shield with both hands to meet the running Tartars, and under the violent impact, knocked them all over the place, without any threat. .

At this time, he suddenly pulled out the hatchet at his waist and shouted: "Kill, kill, kill Nikan!"

Immediately, bursts of angry shouts came from the Qing army formation, encouraging the Tazi soldiers to charge again.

…………

"My dear, Mr. Chen is really ruthless, how many shameless tartars will be killed in this blow!"

On the tall stone wall of the Changling mountain top, Duan Qingzhong, the head of the third bureau of the left Jia Division, sighed endlessly.

At this time, Tian Mingyu, the head of the left department, was standing beside him. Looking at the scene in front of him, he was also shocked, but he still reminded Duan Qingzhong: "Get ready. The Tartars will attack here, it won't be easy. give up!"

Looking down from here, tens of steps in front of the stone wall is like a hell on earth, there is still a flash of fire in the smoke, and from time to time, one or two burning men rush out from there.

Surrounded by fireworks, they ran towards the stone wall for a dozen steps, then fell to the ground again, twisting and shaking, as if they were struggling in pain.

Seeing the tragic scene, the soldiers of the Xuanfu army on the wall couldn't bear it.

"All stared blankly?"

Duan Qingzhong, the president of Baibai, also seemed to have noticed this situation, and he shouted loudly: "The tartar is a man-eating devil, it's not worth waiting for him to pity him, so cheer up, the tartar is about to launch a fierce attack again, and you guys will give me a hand!" Let's have a good shot."

As he spoke, he encouraged the soldiers: "At the beginning, the commander-in-chief asked us to garrison here. He not only built this strong camp, but also left ample gunpowder and cannonballs, as well as these inexhaustible grains, which fed us for nothing. month long.

But today the Tartars really came, how should I report to the commander? "

"Slave killing!"

"Yes, killing slaves! Killing slaves for the commander...killing slaves..."

"Slave killing... slave killing... slave killing..."

The roar seemed to be contagious. First, the roars of more than a hundred soldiers from the three innings came out, and then they shouted together. In just a moment, the roars in the entire Xuanfu military camp became one piece, resounding through the sky. …

As the officers shouted orders, the Xuanfu army gunmen on the stone wall checked the guns in their hands one after another and got ready to shoot.

Many gunners are also busy busy, they are either checking the ammunition packs and cannons, or loading the ammunition packs and cannons nervously.

Numerous small cannons such as Baizi guns poked out dark holes from the crenels, aiming at the Tartar soldiers outside the stone wall. Frangji, tiger squatting guns, and mortar guns also adjusted their firing angles.

The heads of each team looked at Mr. Bai, and Mr. Bai looked at Mr. Ba. Only the gunners of each team calmly and calmly placed their fire guns on the stone wall, each aiming at the Tartars charging ahead.

Outside the stone wall, the Tartars with the red flags were in the south, while the Tartars with the white flags were in the north. They were the main attackers of the day. Except for the Ba Yala warriors in the flags, they were all elite.

Even some warriors from Outer Fan Mongolia and Eight Banners Mongolia fought in this round in order to win rewards, but the first batch of Qing warriors who charged forward almost lost their lives.

Even if some were lucky enough not to be killed by the bombing, they were all in a daze at the moment, with a delirious state, and I don't know if they can be cured if they are brought back?
But those are things for later, there is no time for them now!

The ones rushing in the front row were all Tazi shield soldiers. They were strong and heavily armored. They ran like tanks and smashed everything in front of them.

Soon, they were less than fifty steps away from the last stone wall. They seemed to realize something suddenly. They didn't even have the time to raise their heads. They rushed forward at a faster speed, as if they wanted to reach the under the stone wall.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!..."

Intensive firecrackers bombarded, and Tartars were shot continuously, fell to the ground and rolled over, unable to get up again.

The firecrackers shooting from top to bottom made it impossible for the Tartars to hide and avoid. Now they can only be safe by rushing to the stone wall as quickly as possible and entering the blind spot of the firecrackers.

The first three rows were full of Tazi shield soldiers, followed by five or six rows of archers. Although some of them fell to the ground screaming and wailing, they kept shooting arrows at the stone wall.

The distance is really too close. These Tartar archers are known as the divine carving hands in all the banners. They are all excellent at shooting. When the Xuanfu army's gunmen shoot, they always aim first. They seized the gap.

Arrows came one by one, and the gunners of the Xuanfu Army suffered great casualties. The Tartars shot arrows at very tricky angles, aiming more at weak and deadly places such as the mouth and nose of people.

Both sides screamed continuously, and many Tartars rushed under the stone wall. After all, it was a temporary wall, and it was not comparable to those solid walls, and there was a big difference in height.

Although these stone walls are also very strong and thick, they are less than two feet high. Although it is difficult for people to climb, the Tartars were already prepared. An iron claw hook.

A thick and long hemp rope was attached to the back end of these iron hooks. Just as they were swinging these iron hooks, dozens of groups of Tartar soldiers rushed out from behind the Tartar formation, and they even carried a new frame. Made long ladder.

It seems that they are determined to win today, they have prepared these equipments long ago, but they have never had the chance to use them just now. …

…………

Gushan Ezhen'ashan of the Zhenghuang Banner led more than a thousand warriors carefully selected from the banner, and went upstream along the stream on the northeast side of Changling Mountain. For the convenience of action, they even took off their armor.

Although the journey was difficult, they proceeded cautiously and groped forward, but it was considered smooth.

Can be right there

……

Looking at the past, thick black smoke billowed and lingered for a long time on the open space in front of the main village of the Xuanfu Army in Changling Mountain, and even the sand on the ground flew up and didn't fall for a long time.

There were endless screams and howls. Most of the Tartars who rushed forward were killed and injured by the pre-buried gunpowder, and those Tartars who were lucky enough not to be bombed were also stunned on the spot.

Although they have been fighting in battle for a long time, they are already familiar with artillery and blunderbuss, but it is the first time that they feel a large amount of gunpowder exploding beside them today.

Many people sat on the ground in a daze, turning a blind eye to the tragic scene around them, holding other people's stumps in their arms, and their own weapons had long since disappeared, and even the armor on their bodies was torn apart by the shock wave of the explosion .

As if time also stopped at this moment!
Even the Tartar soldiers in the back line didn't charge anymore, they didn't retreat, they just stood there and stared at the hell-like scene in front of them, their eyes widened and they couldn't believe it.

Suddenly, a few Tartars covered in flames rushed towards them screaming and yelling, scaring these ferocious Tartars back again and again, but the back was crowded with people, how could they retreat.

Fortunately, Niu Luzhang Jing, a Tatar holding a shield, was still awake. He held a large shield with both hands to meet the running Tartars, and under the violent impact, knocked them all over the place, without any threat. .

At this time, he suddenly pulled out the hatchet at his waist and shouted: "Kill, kill, kill Nikan!"

Immediately, bursts of angry shouts came from the Qing army formation, encouraging the Tazi soldiers to charge again.

…………

"My dear, Mr. Chen is really ruthless, how many shameless tartars will be killed in this blow!"

On the tall stone wall of the Changling mountain top, Duan Qingzhong, the head of the third bureau of the left Jia Division, sighed endlessly.

At this time, Tian Mingyu, the head of the left department, was standing beside him. Looking at the scene in front of him, he was also shocked, but he still reminded Duan Qingzhong: "Get ready. The Tartars will attack here, it won't be easy. give up!"

Looking down from here, tens of steps in front of the stone wall is like a hell on earth, there is still a flash of fire in the smoke, and from time to time, one or two burning men rush out from there.

Surrounded by fireworks, they ran towards the stone wall for a dozen steps, then fell to the ground again, twisting and shaking, as if they were struggling in pain.

Seeing the tragic scene, the soldiers of the Xuanfu army on the wall couldn't bear it.

"All stared blankly?"

Duan Qingzhong, the president of Baibai, also seemed to have noticed this situation, and he shouted loudly: "The tartar is a man-eating devil, it's not worth waiting for him to pity him, so cheer up, the tartar is about to launch a fierce attack again, and you guys will give me a hand!" Let's have a good shot."

As he spoke, he encouraged the soldiers: "At the beginning, the commander-in-chief asked us to garrison here. He not only built this strong camp, but also left ample gunpowder and cannonballs, as well as these inexhaustible grains, which fed us for nothing. month long.  …

But today the Tartars really came, how should I report to the commander? "

"Slave killing!"

"Yes, killing slaves! Killing slaves for the commander...killing slaves..."

"Slave killing... slave killing... slave killing..."

The roar seemed to be contagious. First, the roars of more than a hundred soldiers from the three innings came out, and then they shouted together. In just a moment, the roars in the entire Xuanfu military camp became one piece, resounding through the sky.

As the officers shouted orders, the Xuanfu army gunmen on the stone wall checked the guns in their hands one after another and got ready to shoot.

Many gunners are also busy busy, they are either checking the ammunition packs and cannons, or loading the ammunition packs and cannons nervously.

Numerous small cannons such as Baizi guns poked out dark holes from the crenels, aiming at the Tartar soldiers outside the stone wall. Frangji, tiger squatting guns, and mortar guns also adjusted their firing angles.

The heads of each team looked at Mr. Bai, and Mr. Bai looked at Mr. Ba. Only the gunners of each team calmly and calmly placed their fire guns on the stone wall, each aiming at the Tartars charging ahead.

Outside the stone wall, the Tartars with the red flags were in the south, while the Tartars with the white flags were in the north. They were the main attackers of the day. Except for the Ba Yala warriors in the flags, they were all elite.

Even some warriors from Outer Fan Mongolia and Eight Banners Mongolia fought in this round in order to win rewards, but the first batch of Qing warriors who charged forward almost lost their lives.

Even if some were lucky enough not to be killed by the bombing, they were all in a daze at the moment, with a delirious state, and I don't know if they can be cured if they are brought back?
But those are things for later, there is no time for them now!

The ones rushing in the front row were all Tazi shield soldiers. They were strong and heavily armored. They ran like tanks and smashed everything in front of them.

Soon, they were less than fifty steps away from the last stone wall. They seemed to realize something suddenly. They didn't even have the time to raise their heads. They rushed forward at a faster speed, as if they wanted to reach the under the stone wall.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!..."

Intensive firecrackers bombarded, and Tartars were shot continuously, fell to the ground and rolled over, unable to get up again.

The firecrackers shooting from top to bottom made it impossible for the Tartars to hide and avoid. Now they can only be safe by rushing to the stone wall as quickly as possible and entering the blind spot of the firecrackers.

The first three rows were full of Tazi shield soldiers, followed by five or six rows of archers. Although some of them fell to the ground screaming and wailing, they kept shooting arrows at the stone wall.

The distance is really too close. These Tartar archers are known as the divine carving hands in all the banners. They are all excellent at shooting. When the Xuanfu army's gunmen shoot, they always aim first. They seized the gap.

Arrows came one by one, and the gunners of the Xuanfu Army suffered great casualties. The Tartars shot arrows at very tricky angles, aiming more at weak and deadly places such as the mouth and nose of people.

Both sides screamed continuously, and many Tartars rushed under the stone wall. After all, it was a temporary wall, and it was not comparable to those solid walls, and there was a big difference in height.

Although these stone walls are also very strong and thick, they are less than two feet high. Although it is difficult for people to climb, the Tartars were already prepared. An iron claw hook.

A thick and long hemp rope was attached to the back end of these iron hooks. Just as they were swinging these iron hooks, dozens of groups of Tartar soldiers rushed out from behind the Tartar formation, and they even carried a new frame. Made long ladder.

It seems that they are determined to win today, they have prepared these equipments long ago, but they have never had the chance to use them just now.

…………

Gushan Ezhen'ashan of the Zhenghuang Banner led more than a thousand warriors carefully selected from the banner, and went upstream along the stream on the northeast side of Changling Mountain. For the convenience of action, they even took off their armor.

Although the journey was difficult, they proceeded cautiously and groped forward, but it was considered smooth.

Can be right there