Brocade clothing as the country

Chapter 430

The shouting from the watchtower was more to let the generals below know that Wang Tong stood on the top of the carriage and looked around clearly.

It can be seen that in addition to the frontal team, the Tartar cavalry divided into two groups, each with a scale of about 400 people, and they parked on one side.

Hearing the whistling of the horn, the originally scattered Tartar cavalry began to gather and line up, but the Tartar cavalry moved. Inside the chariot camp, the artillerymen and young men pushed the four-wheeled carts to move around. The cannon is also moving fast.

This kind of small cannon with a bullet of about [-] taels weighs less than [-] catties. It has iron wheels. It has a lot of people and a lot of strength. It is equivalent to moving on a cart very quickly.

This time I came in a hurry, and brought a total of thirty of these small cannons. Since the enemy attacked from several directions, we should transfer the artillery to these three directions.

Tiger crouching cannons were always in the Ming army, and the Tianjin Wei Firearms Workshop had quite a lot in stock, this time they brought over seventy pieces, but the tiger squatting cannons are light, with a cannon weighing more than a hundred catties, which is even more convenient.

With so many cannons, it is not only the artillerymen who are operating them. Usually, two artillerymen command several soldiers to do it together. Fortunately, the loading and preparation of this small cannon is very simple. While the opponent's cavalry is still preparing, there are already Filled.

"Estimate the distance everywhere, and then fight after thirty steps into the range, the military law that fights early will serve you!!"

Just now the firearms were concentrated on one side, and everyone was courageous, now they are separated, some places are obviously in a hurry, Wang Tong saw all this from the roof of the room, and couldn't help shouting and restraining.

With an extremely sharp whistle, the Tartar cavalry from three directions rushed forward, but this time the attack was much smaller than before.

Just now in front of them, at least [-] cavalry were invested at one time, and the team was also very dense, thinking about rushing in with a rain of arrows that surpassed the Ming army once by number of people.

This time the sound of hooves was far less powerful than just now, and there were only a hundred or so riders rushing forward in each direction, and the formation of these hundreds of riders was also quite sparse, while the large group behind them moved forward slowly.

I also saw that the Ming army's firearms are powerful, and spreading out is to avoid greater damage, but as long as the Ming army's car battalion is opened, the following brigade will swarm in.

In the blink of an eye, the Tartar cavalry had already entered the range of the artillery, and the shouts of "Fire!" sounded from three directions successively, just like a drum being beaten, and the artillery exploded.

This second wave of bombardment was not as effective as the previous one. The enemy cavalry were scattered, and the artillery needed to be aimed. Fortunately, this small cannon was light and easy to move, so it could still be aimed.

But artillery is artillery after all, and it is impossible to be extremely accurate. There were sharp whistling sounds in mid-air, but this time the screams that followed were much rarer.

The metal shells flying at high speed are not something that flesh and blood can bear. People who were hit by the hit had their flesh and blood smashed, their heads smashed, the horse was hit, and they fell directly to the ground. Some shells even killed three people in a row. People, screaming continuously, but they still approached the side of the baffle.

"Look for cover, raise your shield to block!!"

The generals of Huwei Battalion roared loudly, and the Tartar cavalry who were dozens of steps away from the big baffle were all raising their bows and arrows on their horses. It was too late for the artillery to reload the second round, and the artillerymen grabbed the shields on the side and leaned against the baffle. On the board, everyone in the wagon camp either hid under the wagons, or gathered and raised their shields.

The location of the watchtower is the most central, and the scale of the car camp is so large that there is no need to worry about the opponent's arrows hitting it. Wang Tong looked around coldly and said:
"We have too few archers and blunderbuss soldiers, and the cannons are not cannons. The Tartars will eventually be able to rush to the front..."

Before General Tan could answer the words, the arrows of the Tartar cavalry had already rained down, and there was a dense crashing sound, and the arrows either pierced the ground or pierced into the shield.

But the cover cannot be said to be complete after all, there are also arrows exposed from the gaps in the shield, someone was shot in the body, and screamed in pain there, Wang Tong gave a loud order on the roof of the box:

"Put the wounded in simple bandages and put them next to the baggage and carts, and those who make noise and yell are marching methods!"

The Fanren's firecrackers stayed in the front, and more than a hundred archers were divided into three groups and spread out in three directions. The opponent's first wave of arrows rained down, and counterattacks immediately started everywhere.

The frontal firearms and bows and arrows were intertwined, directly blocking the forward momentum of the cavalry, but the other two directions could not be blocked, and the enemy still rushed forward, shooting arrows back and forth.

The mounts were bumpy, and the bows and arrows shot were of course inaccurate, but after all, the archers who were shooting against them on the cart also suffered casualties, and the Tartar cavalry also rushed forward.

At this time, the brigade that had been following behind also rushed forward. The bows and arrows stopped, but the Tartar cavalry with long knives and axes began to dismount and charge towards the barrier.

"Change the spear shield, change the spear shield!!"

When the Tartar cavalry began to dismount and charge up, the battalion officers standing on the carts shouted orders, the artillerymen and archers jumped out of the carts one after another, the gunners went straight to the bottom of the carts, the archers ran back with their bows and arrows, and stood still. He lobbed outwards.

The spearmen lined up and trotted forward, but they didn't need to get on the cart. The first row was a step away from the cart, and in front of them stood soldiers holding swords and shields.

The bows and arrows of the Tartars from outside continued to shoot in. The sword and shield soldiers raised the shields in their hands to cover the people behind them. After stabbing through it, although the outer fender that was as high as a person was hung obliquely on the cart, the slope was very steep.

When people climbed up, they couldn't use their strength, and they had to separate themselves to balance their bodies, but the spearmen were waiting behind the cart, and the enemies outside couldn't make fighting moves at all when they climbed over the baffle. He was assassinated without warning.

The Tartar cavalry who approached behind did not dare to continue shooting arrows, but the sparse arrows kept shooting out from inside. One by one of my companions climbed onto the cart, but they kept hanging on the fender, and they could not die there. Inch.

The Tartar cavalry who attacked from the southeast saw their companions dying there one by one, and a few brave men lost their temper and drove the horses to rush over, trying to cross the barrier. Mongolian horses are short and can be blocked. It can't be said that it is too high. Some people fell directly in front of the baffle, and some were lucky enough to step over.

"prick!!"

Anyone who sticks out on the side of the baffle will be assassinated. The soldiers in the carriage camp have already reacted subconsciously. Even if the horse stepped over, the cavalry stepped over. With a hiss, the weight of the man and horse was quite heavy, and the spearmen were immediately pressed back, and two spears snapped directly.

But the queue was a little chaotic, but more spears came, and the Tarbarian cavalry just raised their knives.

Now the sounds of killing and screams are intertwined. Wang Tong watched the Tartar cavalry on three sides rush up like a tide from the carriage, but the baffles of the carriage seemed to be rocks in the tide. They were all crushed on the reef, and it was impossible to enter.

On the front, although the reloading time of the firecrackers is a little longer, it always maintains this stable frequency, and the archers fill in the gap. The approaching Tartar cavalry are always cruising around the periphery, but they cannot approach. He wanted to shoot an arrow but was overwhelmed by the opponent's guns and bows.

Because they couldn't get close, the artillery could be reloaded calmly. Three rounds had been fired, and the attack from the front seemed more and more like a diversion.

And on both sides, although there were heavy casualties in the process of climbing the baffle, the process felt like a breakthrough, and more and more cavalry approached dismounted and rushed forward with swords.

The infantry of the Huwei Camp leaned in front of the cart, stabbing the outcropping Tartars desperately, and more and more people gathered in several places.

"Tiger Crouching Cannon, Tiger Crouching Cannon!!!"

Wang Tong, who was standing on the roof of the car, yelled that the Tartar cavalry formation was too scattered to charge, making the Tiger Squat Cannon, which mainly fired shotguns with a short range, useless. Chances are, people are crowded enough in several places now.

Wang Tong yelled, but the yelling was already earth-shattering, and no one could hear it clearly. The soldiers below yelled, and the nearby civilian man Ding Zhuang also yelled. Go to the tiger crouching cannon, find the nearest brazier, take the red-hot iron braze for ignition, and put it on the fuse.

The sound of booming continued, and the battlefield suddenly fell silent. Except for the front, an open space of about twenty steps was invited out in three directions. There were corpses on the ground, or people crawling and screaming there.

Mu En, the commander of the artillery, had just retreated and didn't know what to do. The artillery had no time to reload. He picked up a long knife, but he couldn't get into the battle formation in front of him. , he finally reacted, dropped the weapon in his hand, slapped his cheek fiercely with his hand, then quickly ran into the car, and shouted:

"Brothers, come out and reload the ammunition, don't delay!!"

The artillerymen agreed abruptly, and the trembling peasants who were hiding behind also ran over.

The Tartar cavalry outside thought they were about to break through, but they couldn't break through the wooden wall that was less than one person tall, and everyone who went up was killed, and the opponent's artillery fired again nearby. Wanting to continue charging, looking at the corpse of his companion who fell in front of the wooden wall, he had no courage, and everyone hesitated.

Everyone hesitated, everyone followed the crowd, and hesitated there. Some people also estimated that the artillery was about to be fired again, and subconsciously turned the horses, preparing to escape.

At this time, the trumpet sounded shortly. After hearing this, everyone of the Tartar cavalry breathed a sigh of relief, and hastily reined in their horses to turn around. This was a signal to withdraw their troops...
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