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Chapter 429: Offensive and Defensive Bloody Battle

"[-] to [-] cavalry of this size would require at least ten thousand households to mobilize. To the east of Ningxia Town, only Al Da Khan has this power."

General Tan looked intently on the roof of the car, and while talking, Wang Tong stared at the cavalrymen who were rushing, and cursed coldly:

"It's really safe and bold to rush!!"

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The Tartar cavalry had just rested their mounts for a while, and took advantage of the gap to line up. At this time, they ran forward and ran dozens of steps, and the speed of the horses gradually increased. On the horse, they could see the archers behind the barrier looking around.

The horse runs fast, and the chance of being shot is small. It is just a layer of thick wooden shielding, and when it reaches the front, it just cuts off the connection and rushes in.

The leaders ordered this, and the cavalry below thought the same way. After running for dozens of steps, those who had bows and arrows would hold the bows and arrows in their hands. When they descended to a place far enough away, they would shoot the arrows in first. A lot of people came. Although the camp is big, it must be extremely crowded inside.

But I saw a small red flag planted there about a hundred paces away from the camp, and the cavalry didn't care, maybe it was thrown there by the gang of Ming people.

After almost a hundred steps, many people put their arrows on their bows.

"Fire!!"

Someone on the other side shouted hoarsely, there are not many people in the Tartars who understand Chinese, but there are some who can understand it. Isn't this "partnership" about eating...

At the very next moment, every Tartar cavalry rushing to the front seemed to hear the cowhide drum beating in front of the King Khan's golden tent. Except for the big drum that was bigger than a person, other things could not make such a loud noise. ring.

There was a dense howling sound piercing through the air, and no bows and arrows were shot from the opposite side, and there seemed to be white smoke...

The horses had just sped up, but the cavalry on the horses and the running mounts suddenly seemed to be hit by a hammer in the void, screaming and hissing.

Some people were directly knocked off the horses, some people's heads were smashed suddenly, and some people were overturned by the horses, and the people were crushed underneath.

It's artillery!But how can such a small cannon of the Ming Dynasty be able to shoot so far? There are companions behind and cannons in front. Someone raised a weapon and shouted loudly on the horse:

"Ming dog cannon is finished, the big guy rushed to the front..."

It is true that you can't stop the horse. If you turn around and turn around, you will either be knocked down by the people behind or killed by someone. The momentum of the fallen charge has only slightly stagnated, and it is still moving forward.

After dozens of steps, the flustered Tartar cavalrymen remembered to draw their bows and set their arrows, but the archers from the Ming Dynasty on the opposite side of the fence straightened up in the cart, and were already ready to shoot arrows.

"Swish, swish, swish" the sound of arrows piercing through the air, and hundreds of arrows shot over. The standard bows and arrows of the Ming army had a long range, and the cavalry rushed towards them on the opposite side. When they got to those arrows, the horses fell over, people were screaming, and there was chaos again.

But when they rushed to this point, they could no longer stop. The person at the back might be able to stop the horse, and the rest had no choice but to continue to charge, or they would be trampled to death by their companions behind them.

Why are there still Semu people, watching a dozen Semu people stand up behind the baffle, holding an iron pipe in their hands, and the iron pipe is still attached to the wooden fork, and the sound of "bang bang bang" is heard again.

There was a sharper whistle than the firing of artillery and bows, and someone screamed and fell off the horse. Everyone of the Tartar cavalry wanted to turn around and run, but they were too close now.

The artillery is cleaning the barrel and reloading the ammunition. The firecrackers also need to be cleaned and reloaded with a cleaning rod, but the bow and arrow are not needed. The enemy is within the range of the bow and arrow. Open the bow [-]% and shoot it out.

The front ranks of the Tartar cavalry had been swept away by firearms and bows and arrows. No one who was still alive in the back wanted to fight back. They just wanted to lower their bodies as much as possible, hide behind the horses and their companions in front, and try to fight back as much as possible. live.

The distance was very close, and after each of the archers shot three or four arrows, they all jumped off the chariot board in a hurry, and the Tartar cavalry finally rushed to a place about thirty steps away from the chariot camp.

Now even the speed of the horses cannot be increased. In order to avoid the corpses of the people and horses, and to turn around at a convenient time, the speed of the horses must be controlled.

But now that the distance is so close, rushing forward to kill these Ming dogs hiding behind the plank, many cavalry gnashed their teeth and drove their mounts. The plank was about one person high and could almost jump over it.

I only took a few steps forward, but I saw something protruding from the gap between the baffles, a black iron pipe, this is the tiger crouching cannon of the Ming Dynasty...

The tiger squatting cannons were loaded with crushed stone and iron sand, and shot out at a maximum distance of fifty paces, killing people within thirty paces. In the direction where the Tartar cavalry charged, there were five tiger squatting cannons placed side by side.

The high-speed flying gravel and iron sand intertwined in this area into a web of death, and every Tartar cavalry who entered this area was beaten into a sieve, even their horses and men.

However, at a distance of more than a hundred steps, the Tartar cavalry felt that their charge was on the road of death, and their companions died tragically at every step, and they wondered if it would be their turn in the next step.

Finally rushed to the front, there seemed to be no other attacks except those bows and arrows lobbed over the cart, crawled over this barrier, and charged in, what other skills did Minggou have besides firing firearms indiscriminately, as long as he got close, Their courage is gone, and they are about to collapse.

"Our brother can't die in vain, rush in and kill these Ming dogs, avenge them!!"

A leader shouted there, the baffle still has a slope, you can step on it with two steps in the run-up, and then you can turn over. The Tartar cavalry avoided the sparse bows and arrows, took out their knives, axes and short spears, and rushed forward shouting. go up.

The upper body was just exposed on the baffle, and he wanted to see the panicked faces of Minggou behind the wooden wall of the car camp, but he saw rows of young faces who were indifferent, maybe a little scared.

However, although these young faces were terrified, they did not turn their heads and run away in panic. Instead, they stabbed towards them with their spears amidst the sound of orders.

As soon as the person appeared on the baffle, there was no time to dodge. Even if someone held a wooden shield, facing the assassination of several spears, there was no way to block it.

The person who managed to climb up the fender was mercilessly pierced by several spears, and before he could scream, he fell directly outside the car.

"Bang~~"

The sound similar to the cowhide drum sounded again, and more than two-thirds of the charging Tartar cavalry fell on the road. Hearing the sound of the cannon, everyone was completely terrified, and their courage was exhausted. Whoever took the lead shouted and ran back, and everyone ran back to the main formation.

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The Tartar general in iron armor had a relaxed smile on his face at the beginning of the attack, and then he kept watching with his mouth open, and didn't react until the cavalry returned.

He shook his head, as if he still didn't believe the scene in front of him. After a moment's hesitation, he picked up the whip and beat the person beside him fiercely, cursing with red eyes:

"Baerhu, these are those dogs who couldn't fight and came to see the scenery on the grassland. At least [-] children died just now. God of longevity, how can I explain to Lord Najite Wanhu and Da Khan when I go back. "

The Tartar general named Barhu was also tall and mighty, but he was whipped so hard on his face that his face was dripping with blood, and he didn't even dare to wipe it off. He just bowed his head and said:
"Lord Bubo, Jit Wanhu needs those armors and weapons, but the villain thought, Lord Wanhu didn't expect Minggou to be so difficult to chew, so we don't need to increase casualties, let's withdraw!!"

As soon as he finished speaking, that Bubo came over with a scabbard and whipped him off the horse, and Bubo followed him off the horse, and beat his head and face with the scabbard and whip. The Balhu covered his head and screamed repeatedly. Seeing something wrong, Bubo's personal soldiers hurried forward and hugged him.

Na Bubo panted heavily and cursed:
"Withdraw, I will take responsibility for this defeat, and Master Kit will ask me about my crimes. Do you think I don't know!!?"

Bubo struggled a few times pretendingly, threw the whip on Nabalhu angrily, and said loudly:
"Gather the servants and prepare to fight again. If you eat this group of smart dogs, you will have great merit. If you can't eat this group of people, Master Najite, even sweating profusely, will not be merciless. Hurry up..."

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by cheers erupting in the car camp. Bubo clenched his hand on the handle of the knife as if he was about to squeeze out water, and cursed through gritted teeth:

"I am proud now, when the time comes, I will chop you up one by one and feed them to wolves and eagles..."

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"You bastards, don't be too damn happy, cheer me up, after beating these tartars, go back to Tianjin Wei and reward me well, I will give you a great credit!!"

Looking at the cheering soldiers below, Wang Tong laughed and said on the roof of the carriage, the soldiers below agreed coherently, and got busy again under the supervision of the generals.

"This gun is really easy to use..."

He admired a word here, and Tan Jiang beside him said in a deep voice:

"My lord, with one shot of those people's firecrackers, a skilled archer can shoot three arrows. On this battlefield, life and death are determined by speed!"

"The archer shoots eleven arrows so fast at most, and then has to rest for more than half an hour. The firecracker is unnecessary. At most, the wet cloth can be wiped off the iron pipe. Besides, how many years of practice can the archer use, and how long does the firecracker need to practice?" use."

Wang Tong replied with a smile, this is a question of differences in ideas, but Tan Jiang was taken aback when he heard Wang Tong's rhetorical question, and was thoughtful there.

"My lord, the Tartars are divided into three teams, going to the north, southeast and west...they are lining up..."

The sentinel on the watchtower shouted loudly, and the general who was observing behind the baffle had already seen it. Wang Tong turned his head to look, and said softly with a smile:

"Did they think the cannons of Huwei Battalion wouldn't move!"

The soldiers and minzhuang of the artillery team below were busy, pushing the one-pound cannon on the cart to the movable cart, and then manually pushed the cart to the direction where the enemy was going to attack.

Outside the car camp, horns sounded...
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The back is constantly approaching, and the distance in front is widening. Lao Bai needs the monthly support of his brothers, and the monthly support of his brothers! ! !
(End of this chapter)