Zamulun glanced back and noticed a war horse parked not far away. The Mongolian on the horse must have been killed by a cannon, and the body was next to the horse's hooves.
The Ming people had just fired the musket, and he knew that at this time the Ming people should be reloading the musket.
He had some knowledge about the Ming Dynasty's blunderbuss, and knew that it was much more troublesome to use than bows and arrows. Only people in the Ming Dynasty would use such things that were both troublesome and less practical than bows and arrows.
Because of his understanding of the blunderbuss used by the Ming people, he clearly knew that the time when the Ming people reloaded the blunderbuss was his opportunity.
Thinking of this, he turned over and jumped up, running towards the ownerless war horse not far away.
The war horse was not far away from him. With a few long strides, he came close. Seeing that he was about to pull the reins, he felt happy.
As long as he gets on his horse, he is confident that he can rush into the Ming Dynasty's car formation before the Ming Dynasty fires the second shot.
At this time, he had already grasped the reins with one hand, but at this moment, Tiran heard the sound of a birdshot suddenly coming from the direction behind him.
Then, he felt something pushed hard on his back, and his whole body hit the horse, causing him and the horse to fall to the ground.
Lying on the horse, he felt his forehead was wet, so he grabbed a handful with his hand, but his whole hand was stained red with blood.
However, he noticed that this was not his blood, but the blood flowing from the war horse. It was obvious that the war horse fell to the ground after being hit by the musket just now, rather than being knocked to the ground by him.
Only then did he feel the burning pain coming from his back, and his first reaction was that he had also been hit by a Ming people's cannon.
When he wanted to stand up again, he felt that all his strength had been taken away from him, and his body could not move. Not only that, his body felt colder and colder, and except for his back, other parts of his body gradually lost consciousness.
boom……
Suddenly there was a sound of artillery, and the sound of the artillery was very familiar to him. He had heard this kind of artillery sound many times when he was in Liaodong. Moreover, he knew that this kind of artillery was called a tiger crouching artillery, and what he shot out was iron sand or iron. Pearl, although the range is short, the attack range is large. As long as it hits it, there is no possibility of survival.
Lying on the horse, he saw with his own eyes that the Mongolian cavalry rushing up from behind were hit by the iron beads fired from the Crouching Tiger Cannon. The Mongolian cavalry in sight fell down, including both men and horses.
"How could this happen..." Zamulun looked at the fallen Mongolian cavalry and opened and closed his mouth.
Everything in front of him was completely different from what he imagined.
There were obviously three hundred Mongolian cavalry accompanying him. Facing the guards raised by the Ming Dynasty merchants, and they were all infantry, they should have been massacred in a one-sided manner, but now the casualties were all the Mongolian cavalry he brought.
Unfortunately, no one gave him the answer, and he couldn't wait for the answer.
Not long after the sound of the Tiger Crouching Cannon sounded, Zamulun lost his breath, with only one pair of eyes still staring ahead.
Too many cavalrymen on the Mongolian side died, and no one even cared about the death of a Jurchen.
Starting from the firing of the four-pounder cannon, together with the firing of two rounds of muskets and one round of tiger squatting cannon, at least 70 or 80 people were killed or injured, and the Mongolian side was completely in chaos.
No matter how hard the Mongolian guards in the rear tried to suppress them, it was of no use and they still could not stop their retreat.
The two people in the rear, Burigude and Baiyin, looked very ugly.
The three hundred cavalrymen had already suffered nearly a hundred casualties before they even reached the Ming people, which made the two of them extremely distressed.
These cavalrymen were all soldiers under their own account, and they were very different from ordinary herdsmen. They were distressed by every casualty, not to mention that there were so many casualties at once, but they did not get the goods that Fan Ji brought to the grassland.
"Taiji, retreat, you can't stand it anymore." A soldier ran to Baiyin to persuade him.
Baiyin looked at Burigude.
Although he lost a lot of cavalry, Burigude suffered the most losses.
This time, only a few of the cavalry who came with them were from his tribe, and most of them were cavalry from Burigude and Obataiji's tents.
Burigude had a livid face and said bitterly: "Damn Jurchens."
He blamed all this on the Jurchens, thinking that if it weren't for the Jurchens, they wouldn't have come here, let alone such a huge loss of personnel, and it would be hard for him to explain after so many cavalry died at once. , even if Obataji is his Erbuge.
"Yes, it's these Jurchens' fault. If they hadn't been bewitched, how could we have chased us here? That Jurchen named Zamulun must not let him go." Baiyin echoed.
The cavalry under his account also suffered losses. Although they were not as damaged as Burigude's cavalry, it still made him feel distressed.
The Mongolian soldier on the side said: "Taiji, that Zamulun is dead. My subordinates saw with their own eyes that he was killed by the blunderbuss of those Ming people."
Baiyin said coldly: "Even if he dies, he got an advantage."
"There are still a few Jurchens here." Burigude said suddenly.
Baiyin was stunned, and then whispered: "The remaining Jurchens are still behind, you don't want to attack them, do you?"
"Why not?" Burigude said, "This incident was caused by these Jurchens. If it weren't for these Jurchens, how could we have chased us here? Don't forget, the ones who died were all Mongols. But they Jurchens are all living well."
Baiyin hesitated for a moment and said: "That's right, why are we Mongolians the ones who died?"
Burigude said to the Mongolian soldiers beside him: "Send the order and retreat."
"Yes." The soldier agreed, picked up the horn and blew it.
Some scattered Mongolian cavalry gathered in the direction of the horn.
Except for some Mongolian cavalry who had fled far away or who did not want to come back, the remaining Mongolian cavalry all gathered around Burigude and Baiyin.
The two men did not continue to order the remaining people to continue attacking the Ming Dynasty.
At this time, they knew that even if they forcibly ordered the remaining people to attack the Ming Dynasty's human and vehicle formations, they would only cause the newly gathered Mongolian cavalry to scatter again.
After ordering their troops and horses, Baiyin and Burigude left the battlefield with the remaining Mongolian cavalry and returned along the way they came.
They walked very calmly because they knew clearly that those Ming people were just foot soldiers and there was no chance to chase them even if they wanted to.
"Retreating now?" A gunman licked his dry lips with the tip of his tongue, obviously not satisfied.
Pan Yi used a monocular to stare at the retreating Mongolians. When they were far away and confirmed that they were really retreating, he ordered: "Go clean the battlefield, collect the ownerless horses on the battlefield, and replenish the Mongolians who are not dead." Give them a good blow with a knife."
Several teams of gunfire teams separated from the vehicle formation and went to the battlefield to clean up the battlefield.
