"Change!"
Looking at the charging black cloud, Sun Zushou waved his hand to make the flag change.
The generals led each battalion to change according to the formation they had already discussed. When the black clouds appeared in the distance, the formations were all ready.
There was no fear in Ming Jun's eyes, but instead they were full of enthusiasm and excitement.
Amin and Mang Gurtai, who were charging in the distance, looked at the horse-rejecting stake formation with sneers in their eyes.
"I'm not afraid that you will come. What I'm afraid of is that you won't come. The waiting time is now!"
"After suffering losses once and twice, do you really think this thing cannot be cracked? You are naive!"
In the sneer of the two men, the cavalry charge got closer and closer. When they were a hundred feet away, the two men each led a team to detour towards the left and right wings, while the two lieutenants led the army to continue to attack the front.
"Prepare!"
When he could clearly see the faces of the Jiannu cavalry, Sun Zushou issued a military order,
All the sergeants behind the horse piles retreated in unison, exposing the French cannon, the squatting tiger cannon, and the small general cannon.
"attack!"
The gunner of the Fran machine gun, who had been prepared for a long time, lit the fuse. In Jiannu's panic,
Dozens of French cannons made loud noises, and more than ten thousand lead bullets were fired at Jiannu's front horse.
In such a dense shelling, the horses in front almost did not survive.
A few of them hit three or four, causing the war horse to jump wildly in pain, break free from the control of the Jiannu cavalry, and throw the Jiannu cavalry off the horse.
There were more than ten, and the war horse fell directly to the ground. The huge inertia directly threw the cavalry out, and then was trampled by the jumping war horse.
"Attack again!"
After only two or three breaths, Sun Zushou issued the military order again, and more than two hundred squatting tiger cannons opened fire at the same time.
Loud noises mixed together and spread towards the mountains in the distance, and then echoed in the mountains, rumbling throughout the Sancha River.
Hundreds of cannonballs drew a beautiful arc and fell into the Jiannu cavalry. Unfortunately, they were directly hit by the cannonballs, and their bodies were directly broken into two pieces.
The cannonballs bounced after landing and hit the dense cavalry. The scene was even more chaotic.
But the nightmare had just begun. Sun Zushou issued a military order for the third time, and hundreds of small general cannons were bombarded again.
Three consecutive waves of firearm attacks covered Jiannu's front row of sergeants to the cavalry within thirty feet behind.
By the time the three waves of attacks were completed, Amin and Mang Gurtai had not completed the outflanking on both sides, but they were already blinded.
At this point, the two of them didn't know that reinforcements from the Santun Camp had arrived.
Moreover, it is also the reinforcement of firearms soldiers, otherwise Zunhua's pursuers would not be able to have so many firearms.
"Archers come forward and shoot accurately!"
A row of archers ran out of the military formation and stood in the middle of the horse-rejecting piles, aiming at the Jiannu sergeant who had fallen off his horse and was running around.
Sun Zushou's purpose was very clear. He did not seek speed, but just wanted to kill a slave sergeant with one arrow.
The Jiannu cavalry who had been thrown off their horses had lost all their armor and protective gear, let alone their bows and arrows.
Facing the Ming army archers who were intent on aiming, they could only be shot.
"Keep charging, there is a gap between firearm refills!"
Amin roared angrily, his whole body lying on his horse, and he continued to charge with the scarred cavalry.
According to the attack range of the three rounds of firearms of the Ming army just now, at least two to three thousand people were killed, but they did not even touch the corners of the clothes of the Ming army.
If this was withdrawn, Huang Taiji would never spare them.
Looking at Amin who continued to charge, Zhao Guangrui snorted coldly, grabbed the longbow, and said to the soldiers holding blunderbuss beside him: "I'll shoot the war horses, you shoot the people on the horses!"
"Three, two, one..."
As soon as he finished speaking, the bow string was loosened, and the long arrow was like a bolt of lightning, passing through a distance of dozens of feet and inserting into the neck of the charging Amin's horse.
The war horse was in pain, and its two front hooves suddenly stood upright, throwing Amin off its back.
Amin is indeed a fierce general. In this case, he was not thrown off the injured horse, but he could no longer hide himself on the horse's back.
Before he could make a move, several sharp pains suddenly hit his body. He subconsciously loosened his grip on the reins and fell off the horse.
"Armin Belle!"
"Baylor, be careful, the future will save you!"
"Stop charging, stop charging, be careful of Armin Belle on the ground!"
…
All the soldiers behind Amin were shocked when they saw Amin fell from his horse and lying on the ground. They controlled the horse and leaned down and stretched out one hand, trying to pull Amin onto the horse.
It was a good idea, but before they could pull Amin up, the second sub-cannon of the Fran machine gun had already been loaded into the barrel.
Hundreds of lead pellets were sprayed out, covering an area several feet in radius.
The Jiannu warriors who came to rescue Amin happened to be within the range of the firearms. For a moment, they fell on their backs and screamed repeatedly.
Amin fell to the ground and escaped this round of firearm attacks, but when he stood up and prepared to mount the horse next to him and charge again,
An arrow suddenly arrived and shot through his right leg, nailing it directly to the ground. The severe pain made Amin scream, hoarse.
At this moment, he felt that the breath of death had never been so close.
He knew that he had to take action, otherwise he would be captured and die.
Amin endured the severe pain and struggled to sit up, trying to reach out to break the feather arrow on his leg.
But just as he stretched out his hand, another feather arrow came across the sky with a screaming sound, and hit the right arm that had just touched the leg with a very precise shot of the arrow, bringing up a series of blood drops.
Blood beads spilled onto the ground, making small pits in the dust on the ground, and then mixed with the dust.
"Lei Ming, Zhong Yong, bring him back, and the rest of the people will suppress this person and bring reinforcements."
As soon as Zhao Guangrui's military order was delivered, two personal guards rushed out. The rest of the personal guards moved forward quickly, opening and closing the long bows in their hands.
The bow string buzzed, and wave after wave of feather arrows flew past Lei Ming and Zhong Yong, and shot into the war horses and warriors of the Jiannu army who came to rescue.
In just a few breaths, the two of them arrived at Amin's side. The two of them had a tacit understanding. Before their bodies were completely stable, the long sword was swung out.
Two rays of cold light flashed, and the feather arrow was cut off. Then one person held his right arm, and the other pulled on his right leg, and pushed upward fiercely.
Amidst Amin's screams, the feather arrow was pulled out from Amin's body.
"Get down!"
Zhao Guangrui shouted angrily, and the two quickly pushed Amin down.
Then there were several loud noises, mixed with whizzing sounds. It turned out to be the third bullet of the French cannon being loaded and fired.
"Walk!"
Following Zhao Guangrui's roar, Lei Ming and Zhong Yong dragged Amin towards the Ming army's position like a dead dog, and rushed back before Jiannu could rescue him again.
Zhao Guangrui stepped forward and turned A Min over. After seeing A Min's appearance clearly, his eyes were full of doubts.
Then his expression suddenly changed, and he immediately shouted at the soldiers.
"Come on, call the doctor to stop the bleeding!"
