"Yingzheng, the slaves and thieves seem to be desperate."
Wang Ju noticed that the slaves and thieves had dispatched all their troops, and immediately came to Zhao Wu.
Zhao Wu, who was holding a monocular in his hand, glanced at the bottom of the hillside and said: "Let our people disperse first, so as not to become the target of the cannons of the slave thieves."
The slave thieves fired on the hillside, naturally targeting where there were more people. He didn't want his soldiers to become living targets for the opponent's guns.
The lives of his soldiers are much more precious than the lives of slaves and thieves.
"I have dispersed the team." Wang Ju said from the side.
When there are no cannon holes, spreading out the team is the best way to avoid the cannon. In fact, when the cannon is not accurate enough, it is far more cost-effective for the team to spread out to avoid the cannons than hiding in the cannon holes.
Facing the cannonballs falling on the hillside, even though the soldiers hiding nearby had been dispersed, the cannonballs never reasoned with others, and some soldiers were still hit by the cannonballs.
The bodies of the soldiers were carried to the rear, and the injured soldiers who were not dead were also sent to the rear. Even though they knew that it was unlikely to be rescued, they tried their best to treat them.
Zhao Wu gently moved the monocular telescope in his hand and said: "The next step is our gunner. If we can suppress the slaves' cannon, this battle will be easier to fight."
In a situation where firearms are abundant, the only thing that can pose a threat to one's own side is the opponent's cannon.
"Don't worry Yingzheng, our gunners are very powerful. I believe that it won't take a while to destroy all the remaining cannons of the slave thieves." Wang Ju said.
The gunners from both sides had already fought once.
Even though our own side only had three cannons, not as many as the slaves and traitors, we still managed to destroy the slaves and traitors' three cannons during the exchange of fire.
Now that the slave thieves have fewer cannons, he has full confidence in his own gunners.
Zhao Wu turned his head and told the ordering soldiers beside him: "Pass the order, and after the bronze whistle sounds, all the soldiers will assemble immediately."
The ordering soldiers ran to convey orders to the commanders of the various combat units.
"These slave thieves took the medicine. They came and got it very quickly." Wang Ju spat out the grass blades in his mouth, picked up the copper whistle in his hand and put it into his mouth to blow.
But at this moment, Zhao Wu stretched out an arm and interrupted him.
Wang Ju looked at him in confusion.
I heard Zhao Wu say: "Wait a minute, the slave thieves' artillery has not stopped yet. Let's assemble the team now. We will easily become the target of the slave thieves' bombardment."
When Wang Ju heard this, he had to spit out the copper whistle in his mouth.
As the slave soldiers below the hillside got closer and closer, the artillery fire from the slave and traitor side finally stopped.
Beep!
Wang Ju blew the copper whistle in his mouth.
The tiger-character flag soldiers who were already on standby quickly gathered together and stood in rows on the hillside. Their guns began to aim at the slave soldiers below the hillside.
However, there is still some distance between the two sides, so the soldiers are not in a hurry to open fire and wait for the enemy to get closer.
"Who told you to stop?"
Nahai came to Qin Baihu with a dozen real Tatars around him. He pointed the riding whip at Qin Baihu's nose and said, "Immediately continue to fire on the hillside."
Hearing this, Qin Baihu explained: "Beiyu, it is impossible to fire anymore. If we fire again, we will hit our own people."
The Han soldiers among the slave thieves had already rushed halfway up the hillside, and were less than a hundred and fifty steps away from the Ming army on the hillside. At such a close distance, it was difficult for the gunner to control whether the cannon would land on his own people or on the hillside. On the Ming army.
"I don't have time to listen to your nonsense here, fire on the hillside immediately." Nahai said to Qin Baihu with a cold face.
Seeing that the other party insisted on firing, Qin Baihu had no choice but to persuade him: "We really can't fire anymore. Once we hit one of our own people, it is very likely to cause a rout. It is better to let Wang Baihu lead his men to charge forward with the remaining road." "
Wang Baihu is the Baihu who replaced Xue Qianhu, and now all the Han soldiers are under his command.
"Qin Baihu!" Nahai stared at Qin Baihu in front of him with cold eyes.
Qin Baihu was frightened by the other party's gaze.
But he really didn't dare to fire anymore. If the cannon in his hand killed the Han soldiers who were also in Jinzhou City, he would really be unable to stay in Jinzhou City from now on.
There are so many Han soldiers in Jinzhou City who will definitely try their best to kill him.
Nahai said with a sinister look: "Either continue to fire on the hillside, or I will kill you now and replace you with someone else."
"Beiyu, me!" Qin Baihu looked bitter.
Nahai ordered in a cold voice: "Fire!"
In desperation, Qin Baihu had no choice but to return to his men and ordered his men to drive up the hillside.
He couldn't care about the Han soldiers on the hillside. If they were to be killed by artillery fire, they could only consider themselves unlucky. As for whether they would be retaliated against when they returned to Jinzhou City in the future, that was also a matter for the future. Now he could only You can focus on the present first.
boom! boom!
Soon, several cannons were fired one after another.
In order to ensure that no one of his own would be hurt, Qin Baihu specifically instructed the gunners to shoot more accurately.
When Nahai saw Qin Baihu going to fire cannons honestly, he took his people away from here.
After all, the cannons of the Tiger Flag on the hillside were still firing in this direction. He did not dare to stay here for too long and become the target of enemy shelling.
"What the hell is going on? Why are you still firing! You fucking hit one of your own people." Wang Baihu was so frightened that he fell to the ground when he saw the cannons flying overhead.
The further away the target is, the harder it is for the cannon to hit it accurately.
He led the Han soldiers almost to the hillside. At this time, the rear was still shelling the Ming army on the hillside. These Han soldiers would also become their own targets.
It's okay to die under the enemy's cannon. Thinking about dying under one's own people's cannons makes you feel aggrieved.
However, the more worried he was, the more something like this would happen.
A Han soldier who was approaching a hillside was suddenly hit by artillery fire, and the cannonballs fell from the rear.
Wang Baihu saw this scene and was so frightened that he just got up and fell back to the ground.
At the same time, he cursed in his heart that if he went back alive, he would never spare Qin Baihu lightly.
Thinking in his mind, he turned his head and glanced at Qin Baihu down the hillside.
This sight startled him greatly.
I saw with my own eyes that several Han soldiers who wanted to escape back down the hillside were killed by the Jurchens who followed behind.
This made him understand that he had no way out. He could either rush forward and fight the Ming army, or wait to be killed by the Jurchens on the hillside.
"Brothers, kill all the Ming troops on the hillside. When I go back, I will take you to drink and eat meat. Kill!" Knowing that there was no way out, Wang Baihu burst out with the greatest courage in his life.
Holding the knife in his hand, he rushed towards the hillside desperately.
boom! boom! boom!
The firecrackers who had been prepared on the hillside fired the firecrackers in their hands. Countless muskets spewed out from the mouth of the muskets and shot at Wang Baihu and the others who were halfway up the hillside.
Five or six Han soldiers were immediately hit by muskets and fell to the ground with a muffled groan.
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