"Don't retreat, don't retreat, let me charge up." Wang Baihu kicked and cursed, driving several Han soldiers who wanted to retreat to continue charging up the hillside.
One is to go back and be killed by the Jurchens, the other is to go up the hillside to become a thousand households. In order to get promoted, he has the only option to go up the hillside.
The firecrackers of the Tiger Flag kept firing firecrackers.
Even so, Wang Baihu still led his men to rush forward for more than ten steps, until when they were still thirty or forty steps away from the hillside, it was difficult to move forward any further.
Wang Baihu, who originally returned to the middle of the team, unexpectedly appeared at the front.
"Kill him!" Wang Baihu shouted.
He stepped on a corpse under his feet, rolled forward, and landed between the two corpses.
And the moment he fell, several Han soldiers who were standing next to him were hit by muskets and fell to the ground.
Wang Baihu, who noticed this scene, was so frightened that he lay on the ground and did not dare to get up.
Things like fire guns are more accurate the closer they are, so the closer the Han soldiers are, the more they will die. If the Jurchens who are following behind are not really killing people, these Han soldiers may have fled long ago.
Even so, the Han soldiers who were still alive could no longer hold on.
At this time, Hailancha, who had been following, finally came out with a group of Jurchens.
Unlike Han soldiers, most of these Jurchens wear two layers of armor.
Although iron armor is not that useful in front of muskets, two layers of armor are still of some use, and the Jurchens at this time are not the Jurchens after entering the customs.
The Jurchens who have fought hard on the battlefields can be described in one word as sacrificial nature. They naturally have a psychological advantage when facing the Han army.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
When the Jurchens were only about thirty steps away from the gunman with the tiger-shaped flag on the hillside, they started to raise their bows and shoot arrows at the gunman with the tiger-shaped flag on the hillside.
Generally, the Jurchens like to get within twenty steps of the enemy and shoot arrows.
This distance not only ensures that the arrow fired will miss the target, but also the key arrow will miss the target with great force. It can even shoot two people through with one arrow.
Moreover, the arrows used by the Jurchens do not use bone arrowheads as much as the Mongols. Instead, they all use iron arrowheads, and their power has reached a new level.
Even if the archer is a Jurchen who is thirty steps away, it is difficult for him to be as accurate as when he is ten or twenty steps away.
Even so, many soldiers of the Tiger Flag were hit by Jurchen arrows, temporarily losing their combat effectiveness, or were killed by arrows.
Similarly, the fire blunderbuss of the tiger-shaped flag was also very powerful, and the Jurchens fell down as if they had been struck by the bludgeon.
Both sides suffered casualties, and people continued to fall.
However, no one, whether it was the Jurchens or the soldiers of the Tiger Flag, retreated, even if their companions fell down, they did not even look at them.
One is shooting arrows up the hillside, and the other is shooting down the hillside. No one on either side is willing to give in to see which side can't hold on in the end.
"Yingzheng, get on the tiger squatting cannon!" Wang Ju approached Zhao Wu.
Seeing his soldiers being carried away from his eyes, Wang Ju felt very uncomfortable.
These dead and injured soldiers were not only his subordinates, but also his companions who accompanied him day and night. It would not be an exaggeration to even call them family members.
It's not that they don't have the ability to fight back and suppress the Jurchen archers. As long as he pulls out the Tiger Crouching Cannon, he is sure to keep all the slaves and thieves in front of him.
"Wait." Zhao Wu gritted his teeth.
Wang Ju became anxious when he heard this and shouted: "What are you waiting for? How many people will die if you keep waiting? I can't just watch them die like this."
"Wait!" Zhao Wu raised his head and shouted at Wang Jumeng with red eyes.
Wang Ju gritted his teeth, picked up a fire blunderbuss on the side, turned and walked towards the team of soldiers who were shooting at each other with the slaves and thieves.
"You feel bad for me, don't I feel bad for you!" Zhao Wu looked at Wang Ju's leaving figure with a heavy expression on his face.
The number of soldiers carried away from him in just a short period of time was already more than the number of soldiers who died in the two previous attacks by slave thieves.
"The camp is in position, the camp is in position." A messenger from the side ran over and said eagerly, "The slave cavalry is attacking from the flank."
He pointed in another direction.
Zhao Wu picked up the monocular and glanced in the direction of the opponent's finger, and said: "Finally we are here, give me the order to carry all the tiger crouching cannons over, and deal with these slaves for me."
Compared with the infantry and archers of the slave thieves, the slave thieves' cavalry is a serious problem.
Without formation vehicles, these squatting tiger cannons are the best weapons to stop slave cavalry.
Therefore, even if the gunmen among the soldiers suffered heavy casualties, he was unwilling to use the Crouching Tiger Cannon, just to prepare it for the slave cavalry.
Otherwise, the slave cavalry cannot be stopped. Even if all the slave infantry and archers on the hillside are killed, once the slave cavalry rushes in front of them, no matter how powerful the soldiers are, they will not have time to defend against the cavalry attack that is so close to them.
"All the soldiers have been used to deal with the slave infantry on the hillside. The squatting tiger cannons have been sent out, and our gunners have no one to protect them." The messenger said.
Zhao Wudao: "Didn't the 1,000-man team of the official army simply contact the gun formation? Let them follow the gunner, and the gunner's safety is left to them to protect."
Most of the members of the 1,000-man unit of the official army are Ming Dynasty officers and soldiers brought from various islands, but the team is filled with many backbones of Tiger Flag soldiers.
Although the personnel of this 1,000-man team are not yet considered to be official soldiers of the Tiger Flag, with these backbones, they can still delay some time for the gunners.
This was the reason why he dared to send out this thousand-man team.
Of course, it also has something to do with the fact that there are really no troops around him to mobilize. If there is still a group of soldiers, even if there is only one large group of soldiers, he will not activate this temporary 1,000-man army.
The messenger ran to deliver the order.
Zhao Wu looked at the leaving messengers and murmured to himself: "Don't let me down. Whether we can win this battle or not depends entirely on you."
The victory or defeat of this battle all lies with the gunner of the Crouching Tiger Cannon.
He was not too worried about the slave archers on the hillside, even if they caused a lot of trouble for him and the fire gunners of the Tiger Flag.
Trading injury for injury, life for life, the tiger-character flag is not afraid of anyone.
As for the Tiger Banner's one four-pounder cannon and two small Franco machine guns, he did not use these three cannons to deal with the slave thieves or their archers, but continued to attack the slave thieves' artillery positions in the distance. suppress.
He knew very well that once the slave cannons were no longer suppressed and the slave gunners were allowed to bombard the hillside at will, the pressure would only be greater at that time.
"Brothers, we have a mission, to protect our gunners. Now everyone listen to my order and leave a small team to continue to take care of the wounded. The others will follow me to protect our guns and gunners." The official's 1,000-man team The captain greeted and led the team to the battlefield where the Tiger Crouching Cannon gunner was.
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