The gunners of the slave thieves were more willing to use cannons to hit people, because there were only three cannons on the hillside, and they were still scattered. It was more difficult to hit the Ming army's cannons than to hit people.
"Stop our cannons and stop being embarrassed." Nahai finally couldn't bear it and sent someone to deliver the order to Qin Baihu.
It hurt him to destroy one cannon, let alone three cannons.
If all the cannons are destroyed, it will be more difficult to take over South Guam.
"Beiyu, do you really want Qin Baihu to stop? Do you want to wait a little longer?" said a slave general next to him.
Hearing this, Nahai said: "Have we not sent out all the Han soldiers? Even if we don't have cannons, those Han soldiers won't be able to take down the Ming army on the hillside. I think my Amma didn't have cannons back then. It's different to follow Tianming Khan." Conquer the city and capture this large area of land.”
No matter how many Han soldiers die, he won't feel bad.
In his eyes, the lives of Han people are not as precious as the lives of slaves at home.
The order was sent to Qin Baihu.
Qin Baihu, who had long wanted to stop firing, immediately asked his men to stop firing and move the cannon as soon as he received Nahai's order.
Obviously his side had more artillery, but he felt like being suppressed by the Ming army's artillery. Three of the few cannons were destroyed by the Ming army's artillery.
As an artilleryman, he felt equally distressed.
These cannons were the basis for his foothold in Jinzhou City. Without the cannons, he would have no value in the eyes of the Jurchens. With the Jurchens' urinary nature, the Han people who had no use value would often end up miserable.
As soon as the gunfire from the slave bandit side stopped, they were immediately noticed by the gunners of the Tiger Flag on the hillside.
"Team leader, the gunfire from the slave thieves has stopped and seems to be moving. Should we continue to chase them?" A gunner asked the leader of the artillery team.
The artillery team leader took out his monocular and looked down the hillside, and said: "Don't worry about them, change the target and fire at the slaves on the hillside."
The gunners on the side heard that they were no longer dealing with the slave thieves' cannons but instead dealing with people, and they skillfully adjusted the angle of the muzzles with their hands.
"fire!"
boom! boom! boom!
The three cannons of the Tiger Flag fired at the slave infantry below.
Xue Qianhu, who was leading his troops to charge up the hillside, did not expect that the Ming army's artillery would suddenly change its target. Without noticing, more than a dozen Han soldiers died on the spot under the cannon fire.
"Spread out, spread out, don't crowd in one place." Xue Qianhu waved his arms vigorously and shouted loudly to his soldiers and horses.
A man from the nearby household came up and said with an ugly face: "General, the fucking Ming army's artillery is coming towards us."
"I have eyes." Xue Qianhu's tone was also very bad.
Facing the shelling on the mountain, he had no choice but to rush up the hillside and seize the Ming army's artillery.
Baihu said: "My subordinates noticed that our artillery seemed to have stopped, so the Ming army's artillery turned around to deal with us."
After hearing this, Xue Qianhu turned back and glanced down the hillside.
Vaguely, he saw Qin Baihu's people moving their cannons back.
"Damn Qin Sanyan, I will take care of you when I go back." It was impossible to go back at this time, and Xue Qianhu could only vent his dissatisfaction with his mouth.
The Baihu said: "General, do you think it's this piece of shit like Nahai that prevents Qin Baihu from continuing to fire artillery to support us?"
"Stop talking nonsense. We can't take down the Ming army on the hillside. Do you think we can be better off if we go back?" Xue Qianhu said with an ugly face.
There may not be rewards for meritorious service, but if he fails to complete the tasks assigned by the Jurchens, he knows that Nahai will deal with him, a Han general, severely.
Since the Ming army's artillery could not be defended, Xue Qianhu chose to take the lead and charge uphill. The earlier he climbed the hillside and fought to the Ming army's approach, the earlier he would avoid being bombarded.
"The gunman is ready."
Looking at the slave soldiers approaching from the hillside, Wang Ju raised his right hand and held the copper whistle hanging around his neck in his mouth.
Beep!
The copper whistle suddenly sounded.
The firecrackers who had been prepared fired their firecrackers one after another. At the same time, rows of firecrackers were fired continuously, causing the slave soldiers at the foot of the hillside to be knocked down continuously.
The cavalry could still brave the bullets and forcefully rush up the hillside, but the infantry was not as fast as the cavalry. As the slave soldiers in front fell, the slave soldiers in the back row did not get over the corpses of the fallen slave soldiers in front, and were soon trapped on the hillside again. The shot from the musket hit him.
The firecrackers of the Tiger Flag were like the pen of the judge on the book of life and death, taking away the lives of every slave soldier.
The slave soldiers, who were suffering more and more casualties, were still unable to get past the blockade of fire cannons and rush up the hillside in front.
Xue Qianhu, who had already been pushed to the back row of slave soldiers, saw such a scene, and his whole face turned gloomy.
He couldn't take down the Ming army on the hillside, but he didn't dare to retreat. In desperation, he had no choice but to lead his men to suppress the formation and force his Han soldiers to rush up the hillside. For this reason, he did not hesitate to kill two people who wanted to The retreating slave soldiers.
"General, no, this damn Ming army's guns are too powerful." Seeing the heavy casualties, a member of the Baihu family pushed to Xue Qianhu's side.
Xue Qianhu looked at the Han soldiers who were still falling on the road rushing towards the hillside with an expressionless face, feeling very distressed.
Those who died were all the Ming troops who had defected from the Ming Dynasty with him.
Seeing that Xue Qianhu was silent, Baihu said in an anxious tone: "General, the Ming army's firearms are too powerful. We can't attack them. Retreat quickly. They are all Ming soldiers who joined us to join the Jurchens. One young man will die." If one of them dies, we will be useless to the Jurchens."
"Retreat! Where to retreat?" Xue Qianhu stared at the hundred households in front of him with wide eyes. "The Jurchens are watching from below. If you and I retreat, do you think we can still survive?"
Hearing this, Baihu said loudly: "Then you can't stay here and die! After so many years in the Ming army, this is the first time I have encountered a Ming army who is so good at using firearms. I'm afraid even the Jurchens can't take it with their own hands." This Ming army cannot go down the hillside."
"I said, we have no retreat. If we want to survive, we can only fight up the hillside and fight the Ming army on it." Xue Qianhu raised his sword and rushed towards the hillside.
Seeing this, the hundreds of households on the side gritted their teeth and followed behind with their own weapons to kill on the hillside.
The soldiers with the Tiger Flag on the hillside fired their firecrackers in row after row just like they usually did in training. As for how many were killed or injured, no one looked at them at all.
After the attack, the surroundings were surrounded by smoke from burned gunpowder. Even if you wanted to see, you couldn't see clearly. You could only see a figure moving at the other end of the smoke.
Every inch is stronger.
The firing range of the fire gun is much longer than that of ordinary long weapons. If the loading is not slower, the gun can be fired straight down the hillside without moving.
And even if the slave soldiers below break through the blockade of the fire guns, they are not afraid. There are tiger crouching cannons ready at the side. They will only wait for the slave soldiers to get closer before firing in order to cause maximum damage.
