boom! boom! boom!
The sound of artillery resounded again above the heads of the charging Mongolian cavalry.
This time the target of the artillery attack was no longer the Mongolian cavalry charging at the front. The artillery shells hit the Mongolian cavalry charging at the back.
The cannonballs turned into Yama's death talismans, harvesting the lives of the Mongolians.
Rebaar's face suddenly changed as he was riding his horse to charge, becoming as pale as paper.
Just now, he saw with his own eyes that one of the guards who was guarding him suddenly became shorter, with most of his chest exposed, and blood covered his body almost instantly.
A chill came straight up from the soles of my feet.
The previous artillery fire hit the front, and he couldn't see such a tragic situation, but now the tragic elephant appeared next to him, making him subconsciously want to retreat.
However, this thought only circulated in my mind for a while and then disappeared completely.
Seeing that the convoy with the tiger flag was just a few hundred steps ahead, if we gave up at this time, all our efforts would be in vain, and all the previous casualties would be in vain.
He personally felt the power of the Tiger Flag's cannon, but he did not believe that the Tiger Flag's infantry could be as powerful as the Tiger Flag's cannon in the face of the charge of the Mongolian cavalry.
"Anyone who dares to retreat will die!" Rebar slashed a Mongolian armored knight off his horse who had slowed down. TV first @@@
The scimitar in his hand was dripping with blood.
It didn't matter whether the Mongolian armored knight he killed wanted to retreat. What he wanted was to be seen by others. If he didn't want to die, he could only rush forward to attack the Tiger Flag's convoy.
The method of killing people to establish authority seems to have worked.
The Mongolian cavalry, which had slowed down, picked up the speed again.
After three rounds of shelling, the attacking Mongolian army suffered at least hundreds of casualties.
These people were scattered among the Mongolian armored cavalry of the brigade, so it was not obvious. For many Mongolians, they did not feel deeply, unless someone died under shelling and witnessed the tragic death of their companions.
At the Tiger Flag convoy, Zeng Guangming looked at the Mongolian cavalry rushing towards the convoy and said sarcastically: "It seems that the people from the Chahar Tribe are better than those trash from the Tumut Tribe."
If it were the cavalry of the Tumote Department, after three rounds of artillery fire, even if they were not defeated, the momentum of the charge would be hindered and the speed would be slowed down.
At the back of the convoy, most of the soldiers looked calm, and they set up their guns. A squatting cannon appeared at the front of the convoy, with the gunner squatting beside it.
"Brothers, it's time to harvest the wheat." Zeng Guangming, who was always staring at the Mongolian cavalry, shouted.
A command flag suddenly waved.
boom! boom! boom! boom!
A series of gunshots sounded, mixed with the sound of the squatting tiger cannon.
Along with these sounds, the Mongolian cavalry in front who had rushed within a hundred steps of the convoy fell down row after row like wheat ears harvested by scythes in the autumn.
The Tiger Crouching Cannon is loaded with crushed iron sand and iron beads. Its range is not as good as that of the four-pounder cannon that uses solid bullets, but its power is even better.
Every time a cannon was fired, patches of iron sand were like a big net, surrounding the oncoming Mongolian cavalry. They couldn't dodge even if they wanted to, and could only resist with flesh and blood.
In an instant, hundreds of casualties were caused on the Mongolian side, and these casualties continued to increase, and the sound of gunfire and artillery never stopped.
The smell of blood and gunpowder permeated the battlefield.
The attacking Mongolian cavalry were suddenly defeated. Some of the Mongolian cavalry who were lucky enough to escape the disaster were defeated by the last remaining courage in their hearts when they saw the tragic situation in front of them.
On the Mongolian side, fleeing Mongolian cavalry began to appear, and their number increased. In the end, all the Mongolian cavalry scattered.
At this time, Rebar's eyes were blank, and the horse under him had already stopped.
"Taiji, we are defeated, let's run away quickly!" the guard on the side said anxiously.
When the battle reached this level, anyone could see that they were defeated. The scattered Mongolian cavalry had lost their courage. Even if they reunited, they would not be able to attack the Tiger Flag's convoy.
Rebar's trembling lips said: "I lost, I lost, how could I lose!"
As a member of the Chahar tribe, Taiji was always proud when facing other tribes, and he only suffered losses from the Jin people.
Now, there is another force on the grassland that makes him and the Chahar tribe suffer.
"Taiji, it's better to leave quickly! The people from the Tiger Flag may catch up with them at some time." The bodyguard advised.
They were surrounded by fleeing Mongolian cavalry, and they had the largest number of people gathered here, and it was also the only place where there was no retreat. As a soldier next to Rebar, he was worried that the Tiger Flag would target them.
Even if the Tiger Flag's infantry couldn't catch up, the Tiger Flag's cannon would be enough to hit them here.
Under the protection of his personal guards, Rebar retreated toward the rear along with the fleeing people.
He did not flee aimlessly like ordinary Mongolian cavalry, but moved closer to another Mongolian army.
The firing of the Tiger Flag stopped, but the shelling of the four-pounder did not.
The four-pound cannons were always bombarding the broken Mongolian troops within the range, and the damage caused to the fleeing Mongolians was no less than when the Mongolian army attacked.
In panic, the Mongolian troops were defeated and even crashed into the four-pounder cannon.
In the distance, Borgz and Mo Zhigen were always paying attention to the situation on the battlefield.
Although it was Rebar and the warriors from his tribe who were the first to take action, Morigen and Bogori who stayed behind were also ready to take advantage of the victory and kill them at any time.
But the situation on the battlefield caught the two of them by surprise.
Never would I have imagined that nearly two thousand Chahar cavalrymen would be defeated so quickly and miserably when faced with about a thousand infantry with the Tiger Flag.
"Rebar has suffered a severe menstrual injury this time." Boge said sympathetically.
Although the relationship between him and Rebal was not good, he felt sad now that he saw Rebar's tragic situation. After all, the dead and injured were the warriors of their Chahar tribe.
Mo Rigen touched the wound on his shoulder with his hand and said sympathetically: "There are so many casualties in the Rebar tribe this time. I'm afraid Dahan won't let him go when he returns."
"Rebar is not to blame for the defeat in this battle. Who would have thought that the people of the Tiger-Character Banner were so powerful, and the Tumut Department lost without complaint." Borghi said with emotion.
When the news that the Tumut tribe was conquered by the Tiger-Character Banner reached the Chahar tribe, many people in the Chahar tribe were unconvinced. They just felt that the Tiger-Character Banner was lucky and the Tumut tribe was far worse than before. Tiger Flag took advantage.
But the battle in front of him made him understand that it was no fluke that the Tiger Character Banner could conquer the Tumote tribe.
"I'm afraid it will be difficult for the Great Khan to capture Qingcheng." Morigen looked at Bogeri beside him.
