Chapter 50: Shooting

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Liu Zhaoji, the commander-in-chief of Liaodong, stared at the Tatar thieves approaching again from the front. Although he was a little confused, he was full of confidence. After all, he was outnumbered. In terms of soldiers alone, he was almost twice as many as the Tatar thieves.

What's more, in the first battle from the air, the cannons and cannons in his own camp were fired one after another. Most of the Tartar shield vehicles were destroyed, and the light-armored archers and handymen also suffered heavy losses.

However, our own soldiers saw all this in sight. Now that morale is at its peak and military morale is at its peak, even if the Tatars' heavy-armored warriors come back with courage, they may not be able to gain any advantage.

"snort!"

Liu Zhaoji snorted heavily and continued to issue military orders.

The blare sounded again, and the swan sound spread throughout the Ming army's positions, and the officers' shouts were clearly audible: "The rockets are ready. The gunmen are ready, the archers are ready. The Baizi gun is loaded quickly."

The front lids of the rocket boxes on each tank have been opened, and the powder lines have been laid out. Just waiting for the military order to come, there are still sergeants who are busy filling the rocket boxes with ammunition. This process is very cumbersome, and they have no idea about the war. Before it's over, can you cum one more time?

Firearmsmen holding three-eyed blunderbuss and winged tiger blunderbuss also quickly stepped forward and placed their firearms on the chariot's cover plate, or stretched them out from the holes in the cover plate, ready to fire at any time. Prepare.

Behind them are a row of sword and shield soldiers. They hold swords and shields to prevent the Tatars' bows and arrows from hurting themselves and the gun soldiers in front. Behind them are groups of archers, holding a bow in one hand and an arrow in the other.

Seeing that the Tatars were getting closer and closer, all the soldiers were anxious. Some of them had beads of sweat on their hands. They quietly wiped them on their clothes and armor when no one was paying attention.

Another swan sound was heard.

"Rocket launching!"

As the officers shouted orders, the rocket boxes on each vehicle were instantly ignited. A large amount of smoke rose, and the rockets pierced the sky one after another, like life-threatening arrows flying out of hell.

Relying on the strong thrust of gunpowder, the rocket flew ruthlessly towards the Tartar shield vehicle line, harvesting fresh lives one by one.

"Flang machine launches!"

The smoke that rose up when the rocket was launched had not yet dissipated. The Fran cannon that had completed rapid loading roared again, and projectiles roared and flew straight towards the Tatar shield vehicle that was less than a hundred steps away.

The two sides were about to engage in hand-to-hand combat, and everyone's hearts were in their throats. To say they were not nervous would be a lie.

The firearms soldiers behind the Ming army's chariots aimed at the approaching Tatar shield chariots. Under the scorching sun, their heads were wet with sweat, and their cotton armors were steaming. They all bit their cheeks tightly. Awaiting orders from the Chinese Army.

Beside them and behind them, generals of all sizes were also roaring: "Those who have not received orders are not allowed to fire guns, otherwise they will be dealt with according to the military law on the spot."

Behind the gunmen, in addition to the sword and shield soldiers, were densely packed infantry archers. Their heads were wrapped with folded scarves, wearing short hoods, and they were holding their bows and arrows ready to wait for the Tartar thieves.

Looking down the hillside, some Tatar soldiers kept flashing out of the shield car, and there was the sound of firecrackers and "bang bang bang bang".

However, the Ming army did not pay attention to it. The Tatars liked to use empty guns to lure me. In fact, they only fired empty bullets. Once we followed their firing, the Tatar soldiers could take the opportunity to rush up and kill us.

The soldiers under Liu Zhaoji, the commander-in-chief of Liaodong, had been in contact with the Tatars for a long time and were familiar with their tactics. The soldiers only listened to the orders of the Chinese army and ignored the Tatars' false temptations.

Just as it was late, the sound of swans sounded again in the Ming army formation, there was a fire, and large plumes of thick smoke spewed out.

The roar of firecrackers was loud, and the chests of some Tatar archers who had no time to cover themselves were trembling. Shooting out a stream of bloody arrows, he leaned back and fell out.

Fire blunderbuss fired at close range are indeed more powerful than bows and arrows. However, the firearms soldiers under Liu Zhaoji's command are not strictly trained on weekdays, so they will inevitably get into chaos when facing a battle.

They had just fired one round of fire blunderbuss, then turned around and quickly retreated to the back of the formation. They nervously and hurriedly cleaned the blunderbuss tubes and loaded the gunpowder, not knowing when they would be able to shoot the next blunderbuss.

The largest number of three-eyed muskets have not yet fired once, but because the shooting distance is too close, the Tatar thieves are still forty or fifty steps away, so the attack now is in vain.

Fortunately, the shield carts pushed by the Tatars at this time were extremely crude, and their protective plates were relatively thin, and many of them had small holes hit by bullets.

However, despite the loud noise, not many Tatar thieves were actually hit by the fire cannons. Only those who ducked out, or whose bodies were exposed outside the protection of the shield car, were occasionally hit, and fell down screaming one by one. .

Liu Zhaoji saw everything clearly on the top of the mountain, and his weathered face became more solemn. He whispered: "Send the order, the cavalry is ready!"

The chirp sounded again, and the Fran cannons let out a final collective roar. Thousands of arrows also flew out at the same time. The chirp sounded again, and the densely packed arrows flew out again in a perfect arc, almost It completely enveloped the Tatars in front of the front.

"...ah...ah...ah..."

There were screams from the Ming army formation at the same time, and people kept being shot by the Tatar thieves who were rushing towards them.

Fortunately, most of the Tartar thieves hid behind the broken shield chariots and fired towards the Ming army's infantry formation. Only the heavy horse-armored soldiers who were mixed in and suppressing the formation dared to lean out and shoot directly with strong bows and heavy arrows at those whose bodies were exposed outside the chariots. Ming army.

However, they are all skilled in shooting, and their targets are all deadly places. As long as they are shot by them, most of them will be life-threatening.

There was a dense concentration of archers behind the Tartar shield chariot, and they kept firing towards the Ming army's formation. The arrows fired by both sides were almost like dark clouds, blocking the sunlight, and the middle area of ​​the battle was dark.

The drumbeats of the Tatar formation were endless, and a large number of Tatar archers, under the cover of shield chariots, were getting closer and closer.

The bow strings made a loud sound, and dense arrows continued to fly towards the Ming army's infantry camp. The gunners, gunners, and archers either stayed close behind the shields, or relied on the protection of the sword and shield soldiers in the rear.

But the arrows thrown by the Tartar thieves were too dense, and the arrows fell high. Waves of screams came one after another, and the injured retreated one after another.

However, fortunately, the kinetic energy of the arrows thrown away is smaller than that of the Tatars' vests. Even if they are shot by them, most of them will not be life-threatening.

Liu Zhaoji rode his horse to the top of the mountain. Although he saw casualties began to occur in his own camp, he thought it was very worthwhile. After all, he was fighting the Tatars, so there was no reason not to suffer casualties.

Moreover, looking at the current exchange ratio on the battlefield, it is obvious that our side has a huge advantage.

At this time, the shield chariots of the Tartar thieves also approached the place where the resisting horses were placed in front of the chariot. However, unless these resisting horses were moved away, the shield chariots could not move forward.

If they want to get rid of those simple resistance horses, the Tartar thieves must get out from behind the shield chariot. In this way, they become a living target for their own soldiers.