"kill!"
As Cao Wenzhao shouted angrily, the flag wavered.
The fuse was ignited, and the propellant in the fire chamber was quickly ignited. Thick smoke rose and flames sprayed out.
Thousands of cannons fired in unison, and tens of thousands of lead shot out, covering the charging horses thirty meters away.
It would be unrealistic for the Fo Lang machine gun to kill the thick-skinned and vigorous war horses immediately, but it could make them suffer and go crazy.
The horses at the front had as few as three or four, and as many as ten or twenty, embedded in their bodies. The severe pain caused their running bodies to slow down for an instant, and then they jumped.
With such a slow movement, he was knocked down and trampled by the horses from behind, and fell into the ditch.
Palm thunders were also thrown out one after another, falling in front of the war horses and exploding with a bang.
The horses were so densely packed that they could be knocked down, or their legs could be broken off, or their stomachs could be exploded, and their internal organs could be spilled all over the floor.
The flames from the firearms in front, the rising flames from the burning hay, and the loud noises made the horses afraid of moving forward.
But the war horses in the rear didn't know what was happening in front, and they kept squeezing.
The vacated passage in the middle, free from firearm attacks and without fire, became the first choice for the galloping horses.
The galloping war horses poured into the channel along the slope, just like the dam holding back the monstrous flood opened its outlet and poured out thousands of miles.
Yes, blocking is worse than sparing.
Even if they have more firearms, they will not be able to kill all the more than 100,000 war horses in a short period of time. In this case, they should make way for a passage, force the charging horses into the passage, and temporarily give them a way to survive.
Wait until the war is over to capture it.
"Old Cao, there are war horses and Jiannu coalition forces entering the closed road on both sides!"
Upstairs, Wei Yang, who was observing the battlefield with a telescope, said softly:
After Cao Wenzhao heard the sound, he didn't even turn his head. He calculated silently and said coldly: "Send the order to both wings and shoot a small number of enemies directly.
If there is a large influx of enemy troops, then light up the defense line and have a roast wild boar. You can control the timing yourself! "
The two messengers left quickly.
The Folan cannon and the Tiger Crouching Cannon were still spraying flames, but not as rapidly as before.
Because of the 'flood discharge' in the middle channel, the war horses no longer attack the defense lines on both wings.
Looking at the passage that was opened on their own initiative, the senior officials of the slave-building coalition forces at the rear looked completely desperate.
"Everyone, there is no other way. Go ahead and decide whether you want to live or die!"
After Yagyu Munenomi finished speaking, without even looking at the Jiannu generals and the leaders of the Mongolian tribes, he shook his reins and rushed out with Fuso's generals and bodyguards following the army.
Huang Taiji and the Mongolian generals didn't say anything harsh, but the expressions on their faces said it all. They clamped their horses between their legs and rushed out.
At this moment, it's either you die or I live. The only option is to kill.
Within a quarter of an hour, the charging horses had gone 70% along the passage, and the Ming army could already see the Jiannu coalition cavalry waving weapons through the sparse horses.
"The whole army is prepared, six stages of tactics, indiscriminate attack!"
As Cao Wenzhao issued the order, 20,000 sergeants armed with flintlock rifles were divided into four rows and stood behind the Fo Lang machine gun and the Tiger Crouching Cannon, forming a six-row attack formation.
At the rear were sergeants with four or five flintlock muskets hanging on their bodies, and sergeants preparing to load ammunition.
Three hundred meters...two hundred meters...one hundred and fifty meters...
As the Jiannu coalition forces approached, Cao Wenzhao could already see the crazy and ferocious expressions on the faces of the Jiannu coalition forces.
While running, the Jiannu coalition forces began to launch arrows, and each feather arrow landed twenty or thirty meters in front of the Ming army.
"attack!"
"withdraw!"
"put!"
As the military order was issued, the thunder cannons that had not appeared since the contact between the two parties appeared. Each thunder bomb instantly spanned a distance of 200 meters and landed in the formation of the sergeants holding shields at the forefront of the Jiannu coalition forces.
In just half a breath, the shield formation was blown out of formation.
At the same time, the Folan cannon also fired a wave and quickly retreated.
The five thousand sergeants in the first row holding flintlock guns all pulled the triggers.
The trigger drove the flint clamp to hit the fire sickle violently. Sparks instantly shot out and fell into the medicine pool.
The propellant in the medicine pool was ignited, and the lead shot out, covering the slumping Jiannu coalition forces.
The three attacks caused a large number of soldiers to fall to the ground and howl in agony, but these did not make the Jiannu coalition forces retreat, but made them even more crazy.
They could enter the Ming army's camp with only a hundred meters away. As long as they rushed in, the Ming army's firearms would be useless and they could escape.
One after another, the coalition sergeants roared and charged forward, waving their weapons, trying to create opportunities for the army behind them even if they died.
Unfortunately, what they didn't know was whether the Ming army used flintlock guns or 40,000-gun guns. Their efforts were destined to be in vain.
The eyes of the sergeant who finished firing in the first row did not waver at all. He trotted from the left to the back and handed the flintlock gun in his hand to a sergeant.
At the same time, he took over a loaded flintlock gun and quickly stood behind the flintlock team.
boom……
boom……
The Ming army's flintlock guns did not stop, one shot after another.
If too many fish slip through the net and get close, then use the Folan cannon to fire!
If there are cavalry or people carrying shields approaching, then fire a round of thunder cannons!
Anyway, the principle is one: the fully prepared slave-building coalition forces are not allowed to come within 100 meters of the Ming army's defense line.
Rows of slave-building coalition troops fell under the continuous fire of flintlock guns. They either died directly or fell to the ground howling miserably.
After half a stick of incense, the charging Jiannu coalition forces finally discovered something was wrong with the Ming army's artillery. The firing speed was too fast.
They also faced the Ming Army's five-stage matchlock tactics head-on. Although it could be continuous, there was always an interval between matchlocks burning.
But the Ming army in front didn't have it, so it fired even faster.
"You can't rush, you're risking death!"
"Think of a way. If this continues, we will definitely not be able to get in front of the Ming army!"
"Don't rush. You have a better chance of surviving in any direction than head-on!"
"Run to both sides. Although you are blocked, you still have a chance!"
…
Seeing their comrades who were charging one after another but fell down, the soldiers of the coalition collapsed, roared, and scattered away.
It is true that they are soldiers, but they are not afraid of death.
After several days of tossing, they were exhausted both physically and mentally.
The continuous fire of flintlock guns completely crushed their last tight string.
They collapsed, stopped obeying military orders, and ran around, just trying to survive.
A large number of sergeants bypassed the frontal defense line and ran towards both sides.
Using their hands and feet, they climbed over earthen walls and rocks, passed through giant swaying trees, stepped on thick withered grass, and rushed forward.
There are also pulses towards the mountains on both sides.
"Come back, come back quickly, that's the dead end!"
"A bunch of idiots. Since the Ming army didn't defend there, they must be prepared!"
The generals roared angrily, and Yagyu Munomi's eyes were full of pain: "It's over!"
