After wearing armor, he became more than one Zhahai. Looking at Niuzhuang ahead, his eyes were filled with indifferent indifference. This was a look that only people who saw life and death were seen too much, but also saw war.

Like Baidu behind him, his eyes were filled with throbbing when he looked at Niuzhuang. The terrifying scar on his face was trembling slightly. It was his first time to go to the battlefield - just when the Battle of Songjin, a fierce Ming army left him.

Uncle Zhahai's shiny iron armor could not alleviate his inner fear at this moment. But he could not and dared not reveal it on his face.

On the contrary, when Zha Hai sorted out his armor and turned around, his eyes still had an expression of envy.

Bayala, white armored soldiers, they are really elite among the Eight Banners. There are only ten in one Niu Record.

Wearing three layers of armor, what else can penetrate it in this world? As long as you are not unlucky to be hit by a shell, the muskets can't do anything to them, right?

Zha Hai smiled at his nephew, and looked at Bai Du's envious look, and was very satisfied with his envious look. Will he be more motivated? "Bai Du, you have to fight this battle well. Follow me closely."

"Why?" Bai Mu looked at Niuzhuang with disgust and said in a low voice: "Uncle, this Niuzhuang small town has no gold, silver and wealth, and no Han lady..."

"But it has the attention of the master. We are the master's personal army. For a small Niuzhuang, the Bayala soldiers of the two yellow flags gathered 50 people, two yellow flags, and two red flags. In addition, the Mongolian army, the Han army and other banners, the total force outside the Niuzhuang exceeded 4,000. If we make contributions in this battle, how could it be disgraceful?"

After hearing this, Bai said it repeatedly, but he laughed at his uncle's rude uncle in his heart. He didn't think about it. The emperor attached so much importance to it and mobilized so many soldiers to fight many times. How could the Nikan on the opposite side be an easy person?

If you don’t take it a little more leisurely, save your life first, but instead move forward. You will be able to achieve the glory of the first one. You really don’t know how to live or die.

"You are light armored, mainly using bows and arrows, and you don't have to take a big knife. The Bayala in front is full of spears and big knives. After we disperse, you can kill them. The waist knife is enough."

Bai Xiao agreed with a smile.

Zha Hai ignored him, took out a horn and wrench from his waist and put it on his right thumb, and gently pulled the bowstring.

At this time, the dense sound of gunfire had already reached their ears.

There was also the sound of horse hooves coming from beside him. Baishou looked up and saw several teams of Mongolian flag soldiers running past him.

After a while, a sharp sound of suona suddenly sounded in the formation. Jianlu learned to use the rogue instruments such as the Ming army, suona and trumpet, who had even followed military positions in his early years. Zha Hai shouted, and with the help of Baoyi, he turned over and over the horse. Baidu and others also climbed onto the horse.

At this moment, hundreds of Wu Zhenchao's soldiers who had just joined the battle seemed to collapse. This was too irritating. The war had just started not long.

Wu Zhenchao's soldiers relied on the remaining shield chariots to shrink into three regiments. Large pieces of corpses were lying on the ground, and piles of wreckage of shield chariots.

Shield carts are also called carts or licensed carts. As the name suggests, they are made of thick wood to cover a layer of cowhide and iron to make mobile fortifications. Not only are these shield carts large and small bricks and stones not destroyed, but they can't penetrate the muskets. In the past, only artillery could be destroyed.

Therefore, when the Eight Banners Army fought, they would let infantry and cavalry hide behind such shields and advance gradually. When they approached a certain distance, they would use archers to cover the cavalry's charge, causing the Ming army to collapse with an extremely attack.

However, there are a large number of turtle dove-legged guns in Zheng Zhilong's army, and even large turtle dove-legged guns. Shield chariots are not suitable for use.

The Han soldiers who were hiding behind the shield cart originally prayed not to be hit by cannonballs, but were directly dealt with by the turtledove-legged gun. I don't know how many people were stabbed like hedgehogs by the splashed wooden thorns.

The sharp stings shot out were as powerful as an arrow, and they were pricked by countless carts of coats and Han Jun, and were even hit by the eyeballs, inserted into the face, and the ears and noses, and blood flowed. After each row of gunfire or gunshots, people were covered with their heads and faces, howling unbelievably, or they knelt on the ground and trembled in pain.

They were all terrible, and they cried and called for their parents.

But at least these Han troops also supported the distance of forty or fifty steps in front of the formation, not because they were really brave, but because they were too many scapegoats, but because they were under the Mongolian and Manchu army to suppress the formation.

Two passages were cracked in the queue, and even the wreckage of a shield car was pushed aside. Two or three hundred Mongolian vans had already entered the formation and were rushing out of the passage. Behind these Mongolian vans, there were three or two hundred Mongolian vans already jogging!

The Mongolian army was followed by the Eight Banners Manchu Army. The heads were the Bayala soldiers of Zhahai.

There was constant gunfire under the city at Niuzhuang City, and the Mongolian and Han army was in vain. A war horse fell down wailingly, and the Mongolian soldiers on the horse were all falling far away. The war horses that were sprinting to the ground all fell and rolled on the ground.

The Ming army's muskets were fired in rows, and the speed was not very fast. However, what was surprising was that even though the Mongolian soldiers rushed forward, the Ming army's musket shooting was still not messy. This could be heard more clearly and understood better what this meant.

Niuzhuang is indeed not a good cartilage.

You know, the previous Wu Zhenchao Ha soldiers were close to forty or fifty distances. For infantry, this was still a considerable distance, but for cavalry, it was a blink of an eye.

The Mongolian army flags rushed up, bombarded the cannons at the top of the city, and shot arrows at the Ming army.

A scene that surprised the leader of the Mongolian army appeared. The crackling arrows fell into the chest wall, but the Ming soldiers stood still. The birdslingers in the front row had no intention of shooting indiscriminately, and the people in the back row did not even lay the muzzles of the muskets. They only looked at themselves quickly with a determined look...

Is this stupid?

I don’t know how many Meng soldiers think so at this moment. I’m afraid they are really a group of fools? Otherwise, why aren’t they afraid of arrows and casualties?

However, the Ming army still shot slowly.

He put the Meng soldiers to twenty or thirty steps, and several rows of musketeers suddenly shot a volley. The fire flashed and the smoke rose. The Meng soldiers heard the loud noise like thunder.

It's a volley.

The volley of hundreds of muskets did not sound like they were fired from muskets, but like a cannon roaring! It even pushed the cannons over.

The fighting will of the Mongolian military flag is not strong, just like those Han military flag soldiers. When the battle is unfavorable, their morale will always decline at an extraordinary speed.

This is the current blow.

In the eyes of Oboi and Tu Lai, the Mongolian military flag was already very close, but suddenly collapsed under the Ming army's muskets.

"These damn Ahanikan..." Obai was furious. In fact, he wanted to curse the Mongolian military flag, but he didn't have any water in his mind, right? Then he could only grab the Han military flag and curse.

Tu Lai also had a fire in his eyes. He lost so much more than a thousand infantry and cavalry that he had committed to the battlefield, but he still couldn't get close to the short chest wall. This was simply unreal!

But he is the commander.
Chapter completed!