Hundreds of arrows fell and hit the eight-petal hat helmet, and they could make some clanging sounds, but if they were tied to the cotton armor, there would be no sound. Whether it was the hand-to-hand combat soldiers in front or the musketeers behind, they were subject to strict military discipline, they could not be disrupted by a wave of flying arrows.

What's more, this kind of light arrow is basically ineffective against cotton armor.

It is impossible for Meng Zhan to shoot only this round of light arrows, and one arrow was shot out, and the other arrow was already in his hand.

If it were the past, they would immediately run out of the Ming army's gun range, and use repeated rushing into the cavalry and shooting to provoke the Ming army's nerves, consume their energy and fighting spirit, so as to achieve the goal of ultimately weakening the Ming army.

But today, Ba Hai and the others had no choice but to continue to beat horses and run forward.

"Beep^^beep--"

The harsh sound pierced the eardrums, and to ordinary people, there was only a harsh sound of horns, but it sounded very different from the Zheng army in each square formation.

Gan Hui held the big knife in his hand and slashed forward hard.

The second horizontal array where it is located and the third horizontal array that borders - Zheng Zhilong simply arranged a set of Arabic numerals in an order from left to right.

The No. 2 and No. 3 horizontal formations, that is, the two in the middle of the four horizontal formations in the front of the Zheng army, opened fire together.

The flames were connected together, accompanied by the explosion of heavy smoke. The first two of the five musketeers fired together, and two hundred projectiles were fired at the same time. The lead bullets instantly flew over fifty or sixty steps, and a stream of blood mist rose from the armor on Meng Bing's body, or easily tore the skin and muscles of the war horse.

Ba Hai just curled his head and hid behind the horse's neck, and shouted loudly, praying that the army behind him would charge earlier.

There were panic howling around, and many Mongolian soldiers were afraid. The rumored sharp guns and cannons in the Zheng army were indeed powerful. They killed twenty or thirty cavalry at one time.

Many Mongolian soldiers are old wars, but they never thought that firearms like waste would be so powerful.

They couldn't help but feel timid in their hearts, fearing that white smoke and fire would appear again in the Zheng army's formation ahead...

"Run, hurry up. Minggou's musket has been fired. Do you still have to wait for them to reload?"

Ba Hai, who found himself successfully overcame the disaster, shouted loudly.

"Kill--"

The turbulent horse hooves sounded behind the back. Boluo saw that Zheng Jun had already shot, and he would miss this great opportunity there. With a wave of his hand, the entire division moved and purged it neatly.

Ba Hai's face showed joy. Bei Ziye attacked. This was great. "Mongolian warriors..." He pulled the horse and raised his sword, and was about to shout loudly to encourage the Mongolian soldiers around him. The Zheng army on the opposite side shot another round of guns behind the guns and shields.

This time, just a row of muskets opened fire. The damage was naturally smaller, even if they got closer.

But Ba Hai had no chance to finish the second half of the sentence. His chest was penetrated by a lead bullet, and the iron piece under the cotton armor could not block the lead bullet, causing him to shake like an electric shock, and then he fell straight off the horse's back.

Boluo didn't see that Ba Hai had been killed, and he would not be stingy even if he saw it. How could anyone die in a war? Although the Ming army's resistance since entering the Frontier was weak, it was not uncommon for Niu Lu Zhangjing to be killed.

Moreover, the Zheng army lured by Ba Hai carried out two rounds of volleys, comparing his life, this is the most precious one.

Not only Boluo thinks so, but many people in the Manchu army think so. For example, Fu Cha, Hu Yi, no one is a fool, right? Then I wish I could appear directly in front of Zheng Jun's formation in the next second.

"Minggou has already opened fire. If you don't rush, when will you wait?"

An eagerness to catch fire rose in the heart of the Qing army, so that eight or nine hundred cavalry rushed over with a whistle, and there was really an unstoppable momentum!

"Hahaha..." Zheng Zhilong held up the telescope, looked at the Qing soldiers rushing towards him with murderous intent, and laughed unconsciously as he looked at the flag symbolizing Boluo's identity in the crowd. Moreover, the voice was so happy that it changed its tone.

"Good, good come."

The most wonderful thing in this world is watching the enemy die. "Beat the drum!"

Pass the order loudly.

Zheng Zhilong didn't move at all, and he was still holding a monocopter and looking straight ahead.

The Qing army rushing towards the Zheng army is getting closer and closer.

Arrows were sent by the Tartars to the top of Zheng's army's heads one after another, but the latter only endured silently and did not move at all. The first two rows of musketeers were silently loading ammunition. Until the main force of the Tartars reached twenty or thirty steps in front of the formation, a horn sounded, "Boom..."

The four front rows opened fire together, and a thousand muskets and twenty tiger squat cannons combined into one sound, and the loud sound was like the sky collapsed and the earth cracked.

Gan Hui's face turned red, four rows of volleys shot in a row, and the twenty tiger squat cannons. The effect was really... really explosive. How many Tartar cavalry fell down in front of him, just like an invisible big hand pushing them instantly.

The visual sense is much stronger than when I was in Niuzhuang. After all, there were only a hundred Tartar cavalry charging at that time!

What's more important is that after that, whether the Tartars were scared or retreated in the face of battle, the entire queue had already dispersed.

The murderous aura that had been so murderous intent before was completely gone.

Of course, it may have been blocked by the bodies of the falling Tartars in front. Anyway, the Qing cavalry either slowed down or did not feel like they avoided the gun and shield during the charge.

They rushed in along the gap between the lines like empty bottles filling water.

Especially Hu Yi, his mission was to lead his cavalry to rush directly to Zheng Zhilong's banner. However, one or two hundred cavalry under his command died in this attack. The remaining soldiers were all in shock, so they would not take the initiative to find guns and shields to collide, so they naturally led the troops into the gap.

As a result, good guy really made a good start. Many hesitant Qing soldiers no longer hesitated and followed the "leader" to plunge into the big net.

The Boluo people were also confused.

With the previous attack, the entire cavalry's front army was over, and a total of three or four hundred cavalry fell to the ground in an instant. This huge power completely broke his three views.

On the horse's back, he was completely confused.

When he wakes up and finds something wrong, he wants to stop him and asks the Qing soldiers to attack the formation. It is too late. He can't change the general trend even if he wipes his neck at this moment.

Because Hu Yi was his order, and charge was also his order.

In this war, even infantry cannot execute the contradictory orders, let alone cavalry!

"It's too late to say anything now." Boro grabbed the horse's belly and rushed forward. Only by taking off from here can he reorganize the team.

But if the fish that have arrived in the net want to break free from the fishing net, isn’t that a delusion?

After the Qing army got into the big net, Gan Hui danced his big sword and had already led the musketeers to fight back. The bright bayonet was also a weapon.

"Soldiers, follow me to kill the thief!"

He rushed out first, and the flag bearer beside him waved the flag, and the drummer beat the war drums, and the personal soldiers followed closely.

After seeing this scene, what else could the other soldiers do besides dancing weapons and rushing up?

The distance between the front and back is only fifty steps, and the cavalry is faster for the infantry, which is in one breath. They are driven by bayonets and gun shields behind them.

"Open the fire--" Hong Xuwu shouted with his waist knife.

This time, there was no artillery in the musket volley, but the damage to the Qing army was not weakened at all. Who made them gather themselves?

"The whole army attacked, no one left!"
Chapter completed!