The Mongols dismounted and lay down one after another, pushing the dead horse carcasses on the ground and rushing forward.
They stacked the two horse corpses on top of each other, and four or five people pushed the horses' legs forward behind them. Behind the horse corpse, there were archers shooting continuously.
The ground is covered with ice and snow, which is very smooth and suitable for sliding.
They found the right method and quickly crossed the fifty-meter limit.
The lead bullets hit the horse's carcass and could not penetrate. The Mongols were ecstatic. After so many people died and rushed here, they finally found a usable method.
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The Mongols got a break. They immediately regrouped, hunched over, howling, grabbing the horses' limbs, and pushing them forward desperately.
Under the firing of mounted bows, the musketeers in the front row were hit by arrows. Bows and arrows are the specialty of the Mongols. By this time, everything else was failing, but the Mongols were still very accurate in their archery.
The gunmen wore thick cotton jackets and cotton trousers, and the outer military uniforms were made of stab-proof fabric. Outside the military uniform is a thick military coat. Although these things are not iron armor, their protective power is still very high.
These Mongolian archers lost many of their arrows, which were made of bone. Because Mongolia is short of iron, Mobei is further away from the Ming Dynasty and is even more deficient in iron.
Some arrowheads are also made of stone. Only officers and nobles were equipped with iron arrowheads. Only the archer will miss a fine arrow.
These bows and arrows hit the fusiliers and directly penetrated the military coats, but they could not penetrate the stab-proof clothing.
Thanks to the military coats outside and the thick cotton cushioning of the cotton-padded jackets and trousers inside, these soldiers who were hit by arrows did not suffer serious blunt injuries.
However, some were unlucky enough to be shot in the face and immediately fell to the ground.
He was shot in the face and neck, directly causing death. The fusiliers began to take casualties.
The flintlock soldiers' marksmanship was accurate, and they also caused casualties to the Mongols who shot arrows and accidentally exposed their limbs.
Centurion Hutu accidentally exposed his thigh and was immediately hit by the opponent. A flower of blood burst out from his thigh. He screamed and rolled out from under the cover of the horse's corpse.
Immediately, he was hit by intensive flintlocks one after another, and his body was penetrated by lead bullets with more than a dozen holes. He twitched a few times on the ground and then stopped moving.
Now the distance between the two sides has been reduced to less than thirty meters. We can see each other's faces clearly. As soon as the Mongols show their heads, they will be focused on the head by the flintlock guns here.
The shooting here is also very accurate. Both sides are now fighting for casualties.
But at least now the Mongols could inflict casualties on the fusiliers.
An Sanxi looked at the quick reaction of the Mongolians on the opposite side, and he lamented that the general on the opposite side was also a talent. He knew that the leader on the opposite side must be Kortu. He is the only talent in Tuxie Tuhan's tribe.
An Sanxi immediately ordered the soldiers to lie down. Camel cannon ready to fire.
At the command, the fusiliers fell to the ground one after another, and the archers immediately lost their target.
Although the wind had subsided, there was still snow and mist over a foot above the ground. They couldn't see clearly what was happening on the ground opposite.
The camels behind the riflemen all lay on the ground, forming a camel city wall. The height of the camel's trunk is 1.23 meters, which is enough to form a cover for the people behind.
These camels are covered with camel coats made of stab-proof fabric. On the one hand, it is to protect the camels from the wind and keep them warm. On the other hand, it is also to prevent arrow damage. Because on the battlefield, loss is the greatest danger.
Although these stab-proof camel jackets can only block the cutting of swords and have little effect on heavy weapons, they are still of great significance in reducing camel casualties.
Kortu saw that the fusilier soldier on the opposite side had fallen down and was basically out of sight. They were all obscured by the snow and fog on the ground.
Shooting had become meaningless, and he immediately changed his strategy.
These camels are equipped with camel swivel guns. The enemy must be engaged as soon as possible. Otherwise these shells will come. The carcass of the horse was unstoppable.
The people and horses that were smashed along the charge fully illustrate this point.
"Throw away your bows and arrows, rush over and fight them hand-to-hand, hurry up, don't wait for them to fire." Kortu shouted loudly.
Based on experience, he knew the rate of fire of the Ming army's general artillery. It takes about thirty breaths to reload once. When the flintlock fired just now, it must have been reloaded during this time.
If you rush up at this time, you will inevitably endure a round of shelling.
Opposite were five hundred cannons, and the sheer number shocked him.
But staying behind a horse's carcass would have been far worse. Horses cannot stop a shot of solid spherical bullets. The horses would be smashed to pieces, and the people behind them would be turned into rubbish.
He made up his mind to rush forward regardless of casualties. Now the distance between the two sides is only ten horse lengths. If you rush forward with all your strength, you can win. Now is not the time to hesitate.
The Mongols howled one after another, jumped up from behind the horses, raised their scimitars and rushed forward quickly.
On the battle line, countless Mongols swarmed forward.
However, things turned out to be more than Cortu expected. The reaction speed of the Ming army on the opposite side was too fast. These Ming troops, who rode camels and braved extreme cold and snowstorms, were definitely the elite of the Ming army.
Just as he saw the fusilier soldier lying down on the opposite side, the camel cannon immediately opened fire again. The interval is surprisingly short. Almost seamless. This requires rigorous training to achieve.
Boom boom boom!
Balls of fire rushed out of the muzzle. Dense slugs came like a storm.
The Mongols charged in groups. He ran into a dense storm of shotguns coming from the front.
Blazing hot wind came flying with dense steel ball projectiles.
At that moment, Kohler seemed to feel the warmth of summer. His frozen body seemed to feel warm all of a sudden. This feeling is indescribably comfortable.
Originally, the north wind blew on my face, which hurt like a knife. At this time, the hot wind spread across the surface, and he felt a burst of happy warmth.
Immediately afterwards, severe pain came from the chest and lower limbs.
Countless steel balls passed through his body. These hot steel balls gave him a feeling of burning all over his body.
He fell down in the warmth. When he fell sideways, he saw the people behind him falling down in large pieces like wheat.
Kortu was stunned, and he punched the frozen and steel-hard ground with a painful fist. The skin on his fingers cracked and blood flowed out.
Shotgun! These damn Ming troops, they used shotguns this time.
When they all threw down their cover and rushed out, they were hit head-on by shotgun shells.
If viewed from the sky, the Mongolian formation looked like it had been hit by countless huge hammers, and countless semicircular open spaces suddenly appeared in front of them. The fan made by the shotgun directly cleared the Mongolians in front.
Artillery is not a musket. When the shotgun ball penetrates one person, it will continue to penetrate one or two people. The back is not safe either.
Kortu immediately discovered that there was no one in front of him.
His eyes were split apart, and he was so heartbroken that he could hardly breathe.
A Mongolian warrior needs at least twenty years of training from birth to becoming a qualified warrior. But in front of these damn firearms, they can only be used for a few breaths before they are wasted.
"Everyone who is still alive, follow me and rush forward."
Kortu shouted wildly. He knew that such huge casualties had been caused and there was absolutely no way to retreat today.
Because under the huge range of artillery and flintlock muskets, retreating would mean sticking out your neck and allowing your opponent to be massacred from behind.
He wanted everyone to see him and know that except for the Great Khan, the highest general was charging at the front.
"Hula, Hula" The Mongols saw the general they admired and personally led the team to launch a desperate charge. Suddenly, all the remaining people went crazy. Rushing forward desperately.
They only have one obsession in their hearts, rush forward, rush forward.
Rush into the walls made of camels. Hack these firearm-wielding cowards to death, the way a warrior would, with a machete.
