There was Zamulun leading the men at the front, and the soldiers beside the noble man behind were pressing the formation. The originally panicked Mongolian cavalry regrouped and rushed towards the car array.
Pan Yi, who noticed this scene, flashed a cruel look on his face.
As a native of Datong, I have grown up hearing about the history of blood and tears between the Beilu and the Datong people since I was a child, and I only have hatred for these Beilu in my heart.
Seeing that these northern soldiers did not retreat under the attack of their four-pound cannon, but instead rushed forward. Not only did he not panic, but he secretly expected these Mongolians to come closer soon.
"Pass an order to me and tell our gunners to fire on me as soon as the enemy comes within range. Send an order to the Tiger Crouching Cannon and tell them to fire at crowded places as soon as they hear the sound of the gun." Pan Yi ordered the messengers around him to deliver the message.
The messenger ran to deliver the order.
The car formation of more than 300 people is not large, and everyone can hear it by shouting. However, the sound of horse hooves makes it difficult to hear what is being said. At this time, a messenger is needed.
Soon, the messenger conveyed the order to the captain of the Fire Gun Team and the Captain of the Tiger Crouching Artillery Team.
The four four-pound cannons continued to fire, each time taking away the lives of more than a dozen Mongolian cavalry.
The Mongols have long lost the bloody bravery they had during the days of Dayan Khan. The reason why they have not collapsed in the face of such casualties is entirely because Zamulun rushed in front, and behind them were the personal guards of Burigude and Baiyin. The soldiers pressed the formation and did not allow them to retreat.
As the Mongolian armored cavalry got closer and closer to the car formation, the firecrackers of the Tiger Flag all looked calm and held the firecrackers in their hands. No panic was seen.
This was the first time they encountered Mongolian cavalry on the grassland, but before that, they escorted the convoy on the grassland. Most of the people they encountered were horse bandits on the grassland, and they also killed many horse bandits.
In their eyes, the Mongolian armored riders in front of them were no different from the horse bandits who wanted to take advantage of their convoy.
There were still about two hundred people on both sides, and the Mongolian cavalry took out arrows from their quivers, hung up their bowstrings, and pointed them in the direction of the car formation.
When there were about a hundred and fifty steps left, arrows were shot out from the hands of the Mongolians, turning into a rain of arrows and shooting at the Ming people behind the car array.
While shooting arrows, the Mongolians screamed to scare the enemy.
However, the Mongols used soft bows, which were fine for shooting hares and yellow sheep. However, the arrows fired from a hundred paces away fell to the ground feebly before reaching the car formation.
On the grass, there were clusters of arrows that looked like weeds, and the feathers at the ends of the arrows were still trembling slightly.
Zamulun, who was rushing at the front, shot arrows when he saw the Mongols a hundred steps away from the Ming car formation. He knew that these arrows could not hit anyone, but he knew that he could not stop it, so he could only curse these Mongols in his heart. idiot.
The Jurchens would never shoot arrows from such a distance, because they would not hit the target at all, and it would be useless except to scare the enemy.
If they were the Jurchens, they would only use hard bows to shoot at the Ming people in the convoy when they were within a hundred steps. What's more, the Mongols used soft bows with a shorter range. If they wanted to hit the enemy, they could only close the distance between the two sides.
However, what surprised him was that the Ming people's cannons did not fire. If it were the Ming army in Liaodong, they would have fired the cannons in their hands and fled in all directions. The Jurchens only had to rush forward. Easily defeat the enemy formation.
From this, he had a high opinion of the guards of the Tiger Flag, and felt that these people were better than the soldiers in the Ming army who used bird guns, but they were still far behind compared with the Jurchen warriors of the Hou Jin Dynasty.
The Mongolians' riding skills are indeed unparalleled. After shooting an arrow, a second arrow was quickly attached to the bowstring.
This time, the distance between the two sides was less than a hundred steps, and the Mongols once again fired the arrows in their hands.
The arrow rain covered most of the sky, and the dense arrows were like a sudden rain, covering the sky and the earth, and even the earth became darker.
"Captain, these Mongols are becoming more and more useless. They have already shot two rounds of arrows without even touching us." A gunman next to Pan Yi sneered.
Pan Yi sneered and said: "Since Dayan Khan, the Mongols have become worse with each generation. The Mongolian nobles in various tribes all believe in the Yellow Sect and the Red Sect, and they are all useless. Only the Inner Khalkha Five Mongolians still have some strength. The stir-fried flowers in the department are unfortunately old and not what they used to be.”
The fire gunman beside him nodded in agreement.
He has been listening to village elders since he was a child, saying how ferocious and powerful the Beilu were, and how they brought nightmare-like experiences to the people of Datong.
Now he has joined the Tiger-Character Banner team. He has walked through many tribes on the grassland with the Tiger-Character Banner's convoy. He has also seen many Mongolian tribesmen and armored knights. Maybe the Mongolians are still ferocious, but it must be said that Powerful, he didn't notice it at all.
Just like these Mongolian armored cavalry in front of them, they fired two rounds of arrows, but they did no harm to their tiger-character flag. If it were their tiger-character flag, it would be impossible for this kind of thing to happen.
Of course, their Tiger Flag does not use bows and arrows. They use fire blunderbuss. Although charging and cleaning the medicine pool is a little more troublesome, it saves effort.
The average archer can shoot ten arrows at most. If there are more, the arrows will be out of shape, and the shooting range and accuracy will be greatly reduced. However, their Tiger Flag fire blunderbuss does not have this problem.
The day he got the firecrackers, he heard his captain say that the firecrackers in their Tiger Flag were made of fine iron, not the defective ones made by the Ministry of Industry, so he fired them fifteen or six times. There is no problem at all, there will never be any deformation of the control or explosion of the chamber.
The Mongolian cavalry were still sixty or seventy steps away from the vehicle formation, and began to divide into two teams, trying to pass from both sides of the vehicle formation.
At this moment, the firecrackers from the tiger-character flag side were fired.
At a distance of sixty or seventy steps, he had already entered the range of the fire cannon.
Rows of muskets were fired, and the Mongolian cavalry rushing at the front fell off their horses one after another.
Either the horses of these Mongolians were hit by fire cannons, or the men on horseback were hit. The leather armor on the Mongolians was like paper to the lead shot by fire cannons, and it was easily penetrated. .
The Mongolian cavalry who rushed at the front faced nearly a hundred fire cannons, and almost everyone was hit by lead.
Each fire blunderbuss fired not just one lead, but many lead pellets. If it hit any part of the body, a large piece of flesh and blood would be broken, and the bones inside would also be broken.
As long as they were hit by a lead, almost no one could ride on the horse safely. They were either killed on the spot, or fell off the horse with a breath left.
Zamulun rode his horse and rushed to the front, but at the moment when the fire cannons sounded, he hid his body on the side of the horse's belly to avoid the first round of fire cannons.
However, his horse was beaten into a sieve by the fire blunderbuss and died on the spot. His body was lying on the grass. The blood from the wound flowed out like a stream, and there was also a burning smell.
At this time, Zamulun's face was covered in cold sweat. If he hadn't reacted quickly, he would have been killed just now.
