These jars are very heavy, each weighing more than twenty kilograms. Immediately, many of the Mongolians gathered outside were killed.
The Mongolians watched in amazement that these prodigal Han people actually used porcelain jars of pickles as stones to hit people with. They were all speechless.
Several people immediately rushed over and tried to snatch the unbroken jars that had fallen on the soil. This is a good thing. It can be used to hold water, put suet, and even make pickles.
They even fought over the jars. Then, he saw smoke coming out of the lead. Before they could shout, a ball of flames instantly rose, and twenty kilograms of black powder exploded. The shock wave swept across four to fifty meters.
The broken jar shot into the bodies of the surrounding Mongolians like shrapnel.
Looking from the sky, on the outside of the city wall, blazing fireballs rose one after another, and the earth was shaking. The dense clusters were like flat carpets, with numerous large holes appearing after being blown up.
The pressure on the entire city wall dropped suddenly, and the people in front were shot and stabbed to death by the soldiers on the wall. The team behind could not keep up. These herdsmen had seen such violent explosions, and the cavalry behind them could no longer restrain them, so they turned around and ran back.
Some cavalrymen rushed forward and chopped to death some who were running back, while others swung their whips. But nothing works, and a collapse means a collapse.
These violent explosions caused their spirits to collapse. In their opinion, the cavalry was far less terrifying than the explosion in front. The cavalry could kill several of them, and the explosion behind them cleared out all the people within a radius of more than thirty meters at once.
The rising fireball swept away the porcelain fragments and the iron filings wrapped around the gunpowder. All living creatures will be blown into a pile of rotten flesh, flying everywhere.
Yang Fan saw that these herders and militiamen had collapsed. The order was given: "Open the steel plates of the city wall, push the shields and cannons, followed by the infantry and spear array, rush out."
Following Yang Fan's order, all the steel plates of the city wall flipped upwards, and the sword and shield soldiers rushed out while pushing their shields and shouting. The artillerymen pushed the small V-type general cannon and Franco machine gun mounted on the gun mount and wheels, and followed them at a trot.
One hundred households and one square formation of spearmen followed the charge like a tide. The steel crossbowmen kept firing arrows to the left and right of the shield.
The herdsmen and militiamen in front have dispersed. Without human organization, the leader can't find his subordinates, and the subordinates can't find their leader either. People were running around everywhere.
The cavalry who had withdrawn to rest had to come up again to try to stabilize the situation.
However, they soon discovered that this was all in vain, because the herdsmen rushing over like a tide dispersed their team.
The herdsmen fled, and the cavalry collided directly with the rushing Beijing camp.
This time, the cavalry had no speed and were immediately at a disadvantage.
There were eleven shield soldiers per Xiaoqi. Under the command of Xiaoqi, four of them pushed forward with their spiked shields. In this case, this is not a shield, it is clearly a gate-carrying sword. Those thirty-centimeter-long steel spikes are a great threat to the war horses, and the war horses hide to both sides.
The Mongolian cavalry was scattered and disorganized. The pikemen behind the shield formed a wedge formation according to the small flags, and bravely penetrated into the cavalry group.
For a time, the entire battlefield was completely disrupted. There is no longer the normal battle front between the two sides in this era. It turned into a situation where countless small groups were fighting from the front and left.
Taking this form, whether it is Yang Fan, Zhang Shize, or Jiang Bingzhong, they are all sweating. This time it was like the rookies in his Beijing camp fell directly into the enemy's formation. They were forced to use the formations they had trained during this period to fight the cavalry with infantry.
This battlefield is narrow and the cavalry cannot maneuver. This is one of the reasons why Yang Fan dared to do this.
Yang Fan fully understands the principle that kindness does not control soldiers. If Jingying cloth is thrown into the fire three times to burn, and then thrown into cold water to soak three times, it will not be beaten into a good piece of steel.
At this time, the small flags automatically formed a pentagonal formation, with shields and swordsmen protecting them on all sides, and spearmen stabbing on all sides.
If they were pure spearmen, they would form a rhombus array, hand their backs to their comrades, and stab the enemy with two or three layers of spears.
The Mongolian cavalry was completely cut off. Lost front. However, they were not panicked. They were also familiar with scattered cavalry fighting.
As soon as the Mongols formed a group, the Fo Lang machine cannon and the five general cannons on the arrow tower opened fire immediately.
Jirigala desperately used bends to chop the spears that were thrust towards her. Trying to cut the barrel of the gun off. But he cut so hard that sparks popped out, and he didn't cut off a single barrel of the gun. He looked anxiously with his slender eyes and found that these damn Ming soldiers were really not short of iron. The barrel of the gun barrel was two feet long, and the gun head was three feet long.
What's even more hateful is that there is a hook at the bottom of the gun head.
His companion Burigude was not careful and was caught off his horse by a hook. If he fell off his horse in such a chaotic battlefield, he could only be trampled to death.
Huang Taiji's face turned pale. Standing at this relatively high position, he could clearly see from the archery tower that after the cavalry and the infantry from the Beijing camp were locked in a stalemate, a steady stream of infantry arrays were forming behind the city wall made of steel plates. surge out. It seems to never end.
Yang Fan began to invest all his main forces.
How many people are there in the Beijing camp? Eighty thousand!
This terrifying number became the straw that broke the camel's back.
"We are defeated, let's retreat." Daza seemed to be discouraged all of a sudden. Tumut's remaining cavalry was now unable to withdraw and was completely immersed in a sea of infantry. Some of the wedge-shaped formations of the Beijing soldiers, who seemed to have been beaten to death, had already rushed under the city wall and began to shoot at the city wall.
Tumut's more than 20,000 cavalry were scattered into small groups, some with hundreds of people, and some with only dozens of people. Completely trapped in the cluster of Beijing camp. Struggling and fighting desperately.
Once the cavalry loses speed and is surrounded by infantry, it will only be destroyed sooner or later. The reason why they can persist is because the Beijing camp lacks combat experience. This was their first bloody battle with the cavalry.
Wu Ya'er Huntaiji turned his head and glared at Dasa. He said in a cold voice: "The Alxa people are not in the habit of retreating before fighting."
"Then what should we do now?" Daza was completely confused at this time. These cavalry were his last strength. "He just wants to escape and go back to his Linhe City. After all, that is his territory.
Wu Ya'er Huntaiji broke an arrow angrily and threw it to the ground.
"I took my eight thousand cavalry, went around from the east, and raided the back of the Beijing camp. Defeated them, and even if I couldn't turn defeat into victory, I could still pull out the Tumote cavalry.
