Jaisalmu was quite satisfied at this time, because his subordinates were all disciples, and no one was cowering at this time.
But he didn't know that a cannon would be pointed at them soon.
He shouted loudly in Mongolian: "My sons, the opportunity to make meritorious deeds is right in front of you. I declare that those who behead one level will be rewarded with a future without any upper limit!"
The Jurchen soldiers were very cooperative and shouted "Ouch!" in unison.
"Jiannu, it's Jiannu, hahaha!"
As soon as the artillery truck rolled out of the infantry array, Li Wanquan suddenly felt that his field of vision was much wider, and he immediately saw the oncoming enemy clearly.
Li Wanquan was originally an artilleryman of the Ming Army in Liaodong. After being captured, he was unwilling to fire cannons at Pao Ze to conceal his identity and became a slave. He was too familiar with building slaves.
Seeing hundreds of Jiannu coming with murderous intent, Li Wanquan thought of the robes who died at the hands of Jiannu, and of his parents, wives and children who died tragically. Of course, he laughed like a night owl.
"Haha, from such a close distance, it's like hitting him in the face!"
No one would let go of this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. Li Wanquan gritted his teeth and shouted: "Everyone who builds slaves must die!" The torch in his hand lit the fuse.
"Boom!" In less than forty steps, he fired flatly, and a hundred iron bullets sprayed out.
At such a close distance, it was like blasting the enemy right in the face. The artillerymen involved were very excited and cheered loudly: "Wan Sheng! Wan Sheng!..."
The one in the middle of the slave array is of course the mainstay, a formation-breaking force composed of more than twenty white-armored soldiers, led by Zhaisalmu who is eager to turn the tide.
However, the bravery of an individual seemed so insignificant under the muzzle of the gun. Amidst the screams, no less than ten Jiannu Bagara, who had suffered a lot of blood debt, fell in a pool of blood.
Jaisalmu was lucky because he was the key protection target of the soldiers and had three iron shields to protect him.
Even so, he was hit by a shotgun and blood was pouring out.
At this time, he was about to cry without tears, and his intestines were green with regret.
Zhaisalmu followed the old slave to conquer the east and west, and it was no exaggeration to say that he had experienced hundreds of battles. At this time, he thought of the bloody battle of Hunhe River and those Zhejiang soldiers who were not afraid of death.
He knew that it was the last Qi Family Army. If there were no cannons to blast away the Qi Family Army's mandarin duck formation, the battle would not be won at all.
Now he was extremely unlucky, and his tight formation was also plundered by artillery. It was really retribution.
"Ouch!" The infantrymen in the base area roared and rushed over as if they were on stimulants when they saw Jian Nu falling in a large area.
"Infantry brothers, don't block the muzzle of the gun, let me hit him again!" Li Wanquan yelled anxiously.
Seeing that the effect was so good, the young artillerymen were inexplicably excited and shouted: "Quick, quick, quick, load quickly!"
Li Wanquan continued to yell: "Get out of the way, I'm going to fire!"
Of course the heavy infantrymen were afraid of being hit by their own cannons, so they ran to both sides.
In less than thirty seconds, there was another roar, and Jian Nu, who came with great momentum, was knocked down again.
The Tunguskas were all stunned. They clearly saw the muzzle pointing at the gun, but they didn't know to lie down on the spot to reduce the damage.
Kang Jing saw that Jiannu was crying and howling, and the array was in a mess. Of course, he had to seize the opportunity, so he shouted:
"Brothers, this is the time to make great achievements! Kill Jiannu!"
The heavy-armored spearmen under his command all roared: "Kill the slaves! Kill the slaves!..." They strode forward in uniform steps, stabbing and slashing with the spears in their hands.
Xiang Changgen was so strong that he was originally holding an iron shield, but now he felt it was too much and just threw it away with two one-handed axes, roaring and slashing horizontally and vertically.
None of the sword and shield players he commanded was a coward, they all rushed forward one after another.
Most of the spearmen and sword and shield bearers were Han people who had been slaves, and some were war refugees who had their families destroyed by the slaves.
They all have a common desire to take revenge by killing Jiannu.
At this time, the enemy was extremely jealous when they met, and of course they killed him with blood!
The 600 heavy infantry already had a numerical advantage, and with the support of two cannons and musketeers, it certainly formed an overwhelming force.
This is not over yet. The horn of the cavalry charge has been sounded. The enemy who does not mount his horse and flee will not be able to escape after a while.
"It's over, it's over, it's all over..."
The Subudi people had become mature. Seeing that half of the iron-clad slaves who had once run rampant fell down in a matter of seconds, they realized that the situation was over.
He no longer thought about how to explain to the master of the Kingdom of Jin. The most important thing was to save his own life first.
Subudi fled, followed closely by his son Gulusiqibu, and there were hundreds of troops beside them.
They changed their minds and instead of going east to join the masters of the Jin Kingdom, they fled to the northeast to the territories of the Horqin tribes.
It has turned into a cover-up mode again, and the casualties on our side are destined to be low. Huang Yi's subordinates are overjoyed, and everyone repeats a few slogans loudly with a tacit understanding.
"Surrender without killing, our army will give preferential treatment to the prisoners!"
"Kneel down with your hands high, or you will be killed without mercy!"
"Pah! Pah! Pah!..."
The gunshots were still ringing, which was Huang Yi's order not to allow the heavy infantry to rush forward and fight for their lives against the trapped beasts.
Let the musketeers target the Jiannu who formed a circle and resisted.
Jaisalmu originally wanted to turn the tide, so he led all his subordinates to dismount and form a formation to fight.
The Mongols collapsed and began to flee. Of course Jiannu, who was fighting in heavy armor and infantry, could not escape and was immediately surrounded.
Jaisalmu was wounded, but did not fall and was still able to fight.
He refused to surrender, because since the wild boar skin rose between the white mountains and black waters, only the soldiers of the Ming army had surrendered to them on their knees, and no Jurchen had ever surrendered to the Ming army!
He gritted his teeth and shouted: "Fight to the death!"
The white-armored soldiers, horse armor, infantry armor, armored men, and Yu Ding under his command actually responded one after another and shouted: "Fight to the death, fight to the death!"
These stubborn Jiannu refused to surrender. Oh, by the way, Huang Yi had no intention of accepting Jiannu's surrender.
There was no need to sacrifice heavy infantry soldiers in vain for the more than a hundred defeated Jiannu soldiers who were bound to die, so the six hundred musketeers happily received the task of killing all Jiannu.
"Ready, fire!"
"Bang!"
This time the musketeers used a group of 200 people to fire in three stages. Each volley fired at least 160 lead bullets into the circle surrounded by the slaves.
Not only that, there were nearly a thousand Tatar prisoners kneeling outside. They were witnesses. After the musketeers finished the attack, these prisoners rushed forward to kill the heads.
Even though Jiannu had ten or twenty iron shields and dozens of leather shields, he could not block the ubiquitous lead bullets.
Every round of shooting from the musketeers in the base area would inevitably cause a dozen slaves to fall down screaming.
Amidst the mournful hissing, some of the shot slaves kicked their legs and twitched, some rolled on the ground in pain, and some couldn't bear the huge pain and called on their companions to give him a good time.
