The mountain wind blew and the smoke dispersed. The scene in front of them frightened both parties.
Only a few thunderbolts exploded, and there was no one within a three-foot radius. The bodies were dismembered, but no blood flowed out because they were charred black.
Within a radius of five feet, several headless corpses appeared, including soldiers and war horses!
Within an eight-foot radius, the war horses fell to the ground and neighed, and most of the sergeants' heads turned into rotten watermelons.
None of them were rotten, but they were all bleeding from their orifices, like evil ghosts.
This scene not only stunned Jiannu, but also the warrior camp.
They have tested palm thunder, so they naturally know the power of palm thunder.
In their imagination, even if the power of the Thunderous Thunder was greater, it would be limited, but now... it has greatly exceeded their expectations.
A few thunderbolts directly caused the death of two to three hundred elite slaves.
"Retreat, retreat quickly...they are devils..."
"Dorgon Beile, give the order to retreat quickly. The Ming army has new firearms. If we rush forward like this, we will die!"
"Baylor, it's better to retreat first, avoid the sharp edge of the Ming army, and then make plans!"
"General, although brothers are not afraid of death, we can't die in this way. If there are a hundred or ten of the firearms just now, our entire army will be wiped out!"
"Yes, it's better to retreat first. Since the Ming army can take a detour, we can also wait until night and take advantage of the darkness to cross the mountain."
Several Jiannu Erzhen quickly persuaded Dorgon,
Even though the Jiannu were elites and had experienced countless wars, they were still frightened under the attack of such firearms.
Dorgon's face was so gloomy that he could shed tears. The generals around him were right.
The warriors who had not survived the attack of explosive firearms just now were either killed by cannons or made into targets by bows and arrows.
The morale of the soldiers was in chaos, and they were filled with fear. They could no longer forcefully rush through.
"Prepare!"
Cao Bianjiao didn't care about the miserable situation of the slaves or what Dorgon was thinking. He shouted again and placed two thunderbolts on the trebuchet again.
"The front army becomes the rear army, the rear army becomes the front army, retreat!"
"Robusangda, you lead a Jia La to cut off the queen!"
Seeing the firearms placed on the trebuchet again, Dorgon couldn't hold himself any longer and directly ordered a retreat.
Because of the fright, the voice of the order was trembling.
Seeing that the Jiannu army began to retreat, Cao Bianjiao's tense expression finally became excited, and the time to attack had finally arrived.
"Brothers, attack the formation, attack from a distance with bows and arrows, charge!"
"Follow the trebuchet!"
As soon as Cao Bianjiao gave the order, the trebuchet that had just been placed on the ground was lifted up by several sergeants and rushed towards Jiannu.
Behind him were more than a thousand warriors on horseback. Each hundred households formed a sharp arrow array, like a sharp blade, thrusting into Jiannu.
The distance of several feet was only a few breaths for the cavalry, and the warrior battalion inserted itself into the slightly chaotic Jiannu formation.
The light knife cut through the air in the direction it aimed, and accurately passed through the throat of the Jiannu cavalry, bringing up strings of blood beads and scattering them to the ground.
Jianu was strong, especially the cavalry led by Dorgon who was preparing to guard Longjing Pass.
But they met the most elite warrior battalion of the Ming Dynasty, which was smashed inhumanely by the Chongzhen trench.
Whether it is the quality of the sergeants themselves, or their horses, armor, or weapons, Jiannu is incomparable.
The result was clear. Wherever the ten sharp knives passed, Jiannu immediately fled.
Especially the personal guards led by Cao Bianjiao, any Jiannu who blocked them was killed with one blow.
The guard at the back, Rob Sanda, was directly stabbed to death by Cao Bianjiao, and then hung on the spear.
The guards were all dead, and the other slaves were even more timid and slapped the horses' butts hard.
Dorgon was very angry. Five thousand elites were chased by more than a thousand people from the other side. It was a great shame and humiliation.
But looking at the Ming army carrying the trebuchet, he could only grit his teeth and speed up his retreat, thinking in his heart that when the army retreated, he would defeat these Han dogs.
Cao Bianjiao wanted this result, and he led his army to pursue him unhurriedly, with his trebuchets frightening him.
Two quarters of an hour later, Cao Bianjiao, who was pursuing, suddenly stopped and set up a trebuchet. Dorgon didn't think much about it and just assumed that the opponent was setting up a trebuchet.
"Baylor, there are Ming infantry blocking the front, and there are also a lot of trees blocking the way!"
"Infantry? Isn't it the same as those chasing behind?"
Dorgon also got angry. The Ming army behind had firearms and they couldn't attack.
But the infantrymen also came to stop him. Are they treating him as a soft persimmon that anyone can pinch?
"There is no other way to go, keep on speeding through!"
But the next moment, he was confused.
Countless tongues of fire spurted out from the Ming army's formation blocking the front. Dorgon could tell at a glance that it was a 15-foot-long three-eyed fire gun that could break heavy armor.
"It takes time to refill the ammunition of the Three-Eyed Fire Gun. We have a chance. Don't be afraid. If you want to survive, keep charging, charging, and rushing!"
"Whoever rushes over first, Ben Beile promises, will be promoted to Mele Erzhen, rewarded with thousands of taels of silver, thousands of stones of grain, a manor, and fifty beauties."
At this moment, Dorgon didn't care anymore. He dared to promise any reward, as long as he could break through the Ming army's formation.
At this moment, the Jiannu Cavalry also knew their situation.
Mele'er is really equivalent to the deputy position of the leader of the Eight Banners, and he can reach the sky in one step.
They would rather charge with three-eyed blazing guns than turn around and face the more than a thousand cavalry.
The three-eyed firecracker may not be able to kill them, but the firearm behind it will directly turn them into a pile of minced meat.
The threat of death and Dorgon's reward made the Jiannu cavalry become ruthless.
Carrying firearms and stepping on the corpses of compatriots, they charged again.
But the Ming army blocking them in front made them despair.
The three-eyed firecrackers seemed to be endless, and from time to time, palm mines were thrown out.
Round after round, one of his comrades was either directly hit, or thrown off his horse, and trampled to death by the charging sergeant behind him.
After charging for a quarter of an hour, apart from leaving behind a large number of corpses, they made no progress. On the contrary, the large number of corpses made their charge even more difficult.
Jiannu's morale fell to the bottom, and Dorgon was so angry that he vomited blood. He wanted to greet Cao Bianjiao: If you don't respect martial ethics, how can you be considered an elite by relying on firearms?
It has only been an hour since we set off from Shiqiao, and half of the five thousand elites have been killed.
The rest have completely lost their morale, and some only have fear.
They stopped charging, but the Ming army in front actually carried trees and pushed forward into the defensive position, which made the fearful Jiannu even more frightened.
Some Jiannu actually jumped off their horses and climbed towards the cliffs on both sides.
When Cao Bianjiao saw this, he held a spear and said coldly: "Send the order, all troops attack!"
