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Chapter 430: The wooden wall is like a reef, and the enemy soldiers are like waves

The shouting on the tower was more to let the military generals below know. Wang Tong stood on the top of the carriage and looked around clearly.

In addition to the front team, we can see that the Tartar cavalry were divided into two groups, with about 400 people each, and they were parked on the side.

Hearing the whimpering horns, the originally scattered Tartar cavalry began to gather and form a formation, but the Tartars' cavalry moved. In Fengying, the artillery and Ding Zhuang pushed the four-wheeled carts to transfer the small cannons, and they also walked quickly. This small cannon of about nine taels of projectiles was less than three hundred kilograms. It was equipped with an iron wheel, and it was very powerful, which was equivalent to sliding on the large cart, very fast.

This time, I came in a hurry and brought a total of thirty small cannons of this kind. Since the enemy attacked from several directions, I would transfer the cannons to these three directions.

The tiger squat cannon was originally a regular store in the Ming army. There were a lot of inventory in Tianjin's fire weapon craftsmen's shop. This time I brought more than 70, but the tiger squat cannon was light, and it was even more convenient to have more than 100 cannons per cannon.

With so many cannons, not only the artillery are operating, but usually two artillery soldiers are commanding several soldiers to take action together. Fortunately, the small cannon is very simple to load. While the opponent's cavalry is still preparing, the loading has been completed here. "Estimate the distance everywhere, and then fight after the range is thirty steps. The military law will be used to fight early!!

Just now, the firearms were concentrated in one place, and everyone was brave enough. Now they were separated from each other, and some places were obviously in a hurry. Wang Tong saw all this in his eyes on the top of the wing and couldn't help but shout for restraint.

With an extremely sharp whistle, the Tartar cavalry in the three directions shouted and rushed forward, but this attack was much smaller than before.

Just now, I invested at least 800 cavalry at one time, and the team was very dense. I thought about rushing in with the number of people at a time that had overcome the rain of arrows that had passed the Ming army at one time.

This time the sound of hooves was far less powerful than before, and there were only more than a hundred cavalry rushing in front in each direction. The formation of these more than a hundred cavalry was quite sparse, and the brigade behind slowly moved forward.

I also saw that the Ming army's firearms were powerful, and they would avoid greater damage when they spread. However, as long as the Ming army's Fengying was opened, the brigade followed behind would rush in.

In the blink of an eye, the Tartar cavalry had already entered the range of artillery "Fire!" and shouted "Fire!" from three directions in sequence, just like a big drum being beaten, and the artillery was roaring.

This second wave of artillery bombardment is not as effective as the one just now. The enemy cavalry is very scattered and the artillery fire also needs to be aimed. Fortunately, the small cannon body is light and convenient to move, so it can still be aimed.

But artillery is an artillery after all, and it is impossible to achieve extremely accurate results. I heard the sharp whistling sounds in the air, but the screams that followed this time were much less.

The high-flying metal shells are not something that those flesh and blood can bear. The person who was hit will be smashed, his head will be smashed, his horse will be hit, and he will fall directly to the ground. Some shells even killed three people in a row. There were shrill screams, but they still approached the side of the baffle. "Look for cover, raise the shield to block it!"

The generals of the Huwei Camp roared loudly, and the Tartar cavalry, dozens of steps away from the large baffle, all set off their bows and arrows on the horse. The artillery was too late to load the second round. The artillery grabbed the shield on the side and leaned against the baffle. Everyone in the camp either rushed to the bottom of the carriage, or gathered to raise the shield.

The location of the building is the center. Fengying is very large, so there is no need to worry about the other party's arrow shooting. Wang Tong looked around coldly and said, "Our archers and musket soldiers are too few, and the cannons are not cannons. Taks can finally rush forward.

Before General Tan was answering the conversation, the branches of the Tartar cavalry had already fallen like raindrops, and dense banging sounds sounded, and the arrows either plunged into the ground or pierced into the shield.

But the cover is not entirely complete. There are arrows exposed through the gaps in the shield, and someone was shot into the body, and there was a scream of pain. Wang Tong shouted loudly on the top of the wing: "Simply bandage the wounded and put it on the edge of the baggage and the cart. Those who are in chaos will shout about the marching method!!

The musketeers of the foreigners remained in the front, and more than a hundred archers were divided into three groups and spread them to three directions. The first wave of arrows shot down, and the counterattacks were immediately started everywhere.

The frontal firearms and bows intertwined, directly blocking the cavalry's forward momentum, but the other two directions could not be stopped, and the enemy rushed to the front and shot arrows.

The mounts were bumpy, and the arrows shot out were of course not accurate, but after all, they were constantly being continuously, and the archers who shot against them on the chariot also suffered casualties, and the Tartar cavalry rushed in front of them.

At this time, the brigade that had been following behind also rushed forward. The bows and arrows stopped, but the Tartar cavalry holding the long sword and axe began to dismount and rushed towards the baffle. "Change the spear, the sword and shield!" When the Tartar cavalry began to dismount, the battalions standing on the chariot were all shouting and ordering. The artillery and the archers jumped out of the car. The gunners directly drilled to the bottom of the car. The archers ran back with the bows and arrows, and stood still and shot out.

The spearmen lined up and trotted forward, but they didn't use the jl big chariot. The first chariot and the big chariot were one step away. In front of them were soldiers holding swords and shields.

The Tartars' bows and arrows were constantly shooting in. The sword and shield soldiers raised the shield in their hands and raised the shields diagonally. The people behind the substitute covered the barrier. The Tartar soldiers holding the weapons were about to turn over the baffle and exposed their upper body, and the spear immediately stabbed them. Although the baffle that was as tall as the man outside was hung obliquely on the cart, the slope was very steep.

When people climbed up, they could not leverage their strength and had to clone their bodies to balance their bodies. However, the spearmen were waiting behind the big cart. The enemy outside could not make any battle moves at the moment of climbing over the baffle, and was assassinated directly without any defense.

The Tartar cavalry approaching behind did not dare to continue shooting arrows, but the sparse arrows from inside were still shot out. One by one, their companions climbed onto the cart, but kept hanging on the baffle, and they died there without any effort.

The Tartar cavalry attacked from the southeastern side looked at the companions in front of them and some brave men were stubborn. They drove the horses to rush over, trying to cross the baffle. The Mongolian horse was short, but the baffle was not too high. Some people fell over directly before the baffle, and some people were lucky enough to cross. "Sthorn!!

Anyone who showed his head on the side of the baffle was about to assassinate. The soldiers in the chariot camp had already reacted subconsciously. Even if the horses crossed, the cavalry crossed. Several soldiers shouted and stabbed the spears in their hands. The horses neighed miserably. The people and horses were quite heavy. The spearmen were immediately pressed back and two spears were broken directly.

But the queue was a little messy, and more spears were thrusting over, and the Tartar cavalry on the horse were just raising the knife in their hands.

Now the shouts of killing were intertwined, and Wang Tong looked at the Tartar cavalry on three sides rushing up like a tide, but Fengying's baffle seemed to be a reef in the tide. No matter how big the waves were, they were smashed on the reef and could not enter at all.

On the front, although the reloading time of the musket is a little longer, it is always maintained at this stable frequency. The archers fill this gap. The approaching Tartar cavalry are always cruising on the periphery, but they cannot approach. They want to shoot archers but are suppressed by the opponent's muskets and bows.

Because they could not get close, the cannon could be reloaded calmly. Three rounds had been fired, and the attack on the front was becoming more and more like a restraint.

On both sides, despite the heavy casualties during the climbing and setting up the board, this process makes people feel promising to make a breakthrough. More and more cavalrymen approached and rushed forward with swords.

The infantry in Huwei Camp leaned against the big cart and slashed the tired Tartars with their swords and spears. More and more people gathered in several places. "Tiger squat cannons, tiger squat cannons!!!"

Wang Tong, standing on the roof of the car, shouted that the Tartar cavalry's formation was too scattered to charge, which made the tiger squat cannon with a range of close to the nearest range, and had no use. Although the ammunition was loaded, he had never found a chance to shoot. Now people were crowded in several places, dense enough.

Wang Tong shouted, but the shouting and killing everywhere was already earth-shaking, and no one could hear it clearly. The personal soldiers below shouted, and Ding Zhuang, a nearby civilian, also shouted. The artillery soldiers at the bottom of the car finally heard it clearly. They used water to go to the tiger squat cannon, found the nearby brazier, and took the red-burning iron brazing used to ignite the fire and put it on the lead.

The sound of boom sounded continuously, and the battlefield suddenly became quiet. In the three directions, except for the open space that was asked about twenty steps out of front, there were corpses on the ground, or crawling and screaming.

The artillery commander Mu En had just returned and didn't know what to do. The artillery had no time to load it. He picked up a long knife but could not insert it into the battle formation in front. When the tiger squat cannon was finished, the scene became a little quiet. He finally reacted, threw away the weapons in his hand, slapped the cheek with his hand, and then ran into the car quickly, shouting: "Brothers, come out and load ammunition, don't delay!!" The artillery agreed, and the trembling men hid behind and all rushed over.

The Tartar cavalry outside thought they were about to break through, but no matter how hard they continued to increase their strength, they could never break through the wooden wall that was less than one person high. The people who went up were killed. The other party's artillery fired in close proximity again, and wanted to continue rushing. Looking at the corpse of his companion lying in front of the wooden wall, they had no courage and everyone was hesitant. Everyone hesitated, and everyone followed the crowd and were wandering there. Some people also estimated that the artillery was about to be fired again, and subconsciously turned the horse around and prepared to escape.

At this time, the horn sounded shortly. After hearing this, everyone breathed a sigh of relief and hurriedly stopped the horse and turned around. This was a signal to withdraw the troops...
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