Dirkzik was whipped by Haoge on his face, and his left eye was almost blown out. The severe pain forced him to tie his eyes with a cloth strip. Then, he might curse Haoge hard in his heart, but he had to hold a long sign and lead the troops forward.

The first level of official position is to crush people to death, let alone how many levels of Haoge are to him.

The Eight Banners Army, which had two or three hundred attacks, had two horses and infringements. At this time, even the vest soldiers had to dismount and lead the horses. In front of them was Baoyi Aha, with a number of no less than three hundred people. Then, on both wings, hundreds of Mongolian flag soldiers were arranged in more scattered queues and rushed towards the Volunteer Camp.

The role of the Mongolian military flag was not to destroy the array of the Yi Yong Camp, but to use cavalry and shooting to disrupt the Ming army's shooting and queues. He did not know the detailed passage of the Niuzhuang Battle, and his thoughts at this time were quite similar to those of Tulai and Oboi.

But at the moment, he did not have Han army flag soldiers as scapegoats, and did not have any shield chariots. He could only use Aha and Changpai to coat the charge Eight Banners soldiers with another layer of cotton armor.

But Dirkzik didn't think that the long cards in his hand and the double cotton armor on his body could bring him safety.

The Ming army had a powerful bird gun in his hand. It shot with one shot, and a long card could penetrate a person's body with a hundred steps. He had seen the body with his own eyes. The armor on his chest only broke a small eye the size of a thumb, but behind it was a blood hole the size of a bowl mouth.

That was not a coat without armor, but a serious Eight Banners Master. The strong cotton armor was as useless as thin paper in front of that kind of musket.

Dirkzik directly transferred several people to him.

Wang De's eyes were filled with tears in his eyes, and he walked forward with the long card-branded knife in his hand. He did not dare to cry, because it was a disaster for the morale of the army. The Tartars had already cut off several heads. But Wang De was afraid.

The long cards in his hand were useless. If he shot him with a shot, he would be seriously injured even if he didn't die. For their coat slaves, serious injury is no different from death.

Wang De was only glad that he was not elected to lift a torch, which was even more of a target.

"Smack it..."

With the Mongolians attacking, gunfires sounded loudly on the opposite side. The whine of the war horses and the screams of the Mongolian soldiers were endless. Wang De was even more terrified when he heard it. Tears and snots almost made his face blurred.

But he didn't dare to slow down, because once it slowed down, he might shoot an arrow from behind, asking him to die on the spot.

The Eight Banners soldiers don't treat them as Han people at all.

And just as the unknown ordinary coat among Wang De, the crowd, strided towards death, death really came.

When the coats rushed to about seventy steps ahead of the crescent moon, the bird gunmen in the array fired muskets in rows.

The platoon of guns killed is a characteristic of the present era.

The single bird gun cannot be said to be accurate and lethal, but within the killing distance of the fire gun, the rows of bullets fired out are absolutely powerful.

The screams in front of the formation came out, Wang De's legs became weak, and he fell into a state of swelling. He was about to get up reflexively, but as soon as his arms were stretched out, his head seemed to heat up, and it felt like something was flying over his head. Then something flowed out of his head, and then the pain came into his brain.

Wang De wanted to scream, but in an instant, Fuling came to his heart. He did not scream, but instead lay back on the ground.

The sound of footsteps sounded in his ears, and torches illuminated him. No one looked at him more. The blood on his head was so full of blood that he would not look at him for a second time. He felt that he was a dead person who could not die again.

The gunshots were as light as fried beans. The Qing army's attack method was completely stressful. The front coat, the Mongolian military flags on both wings, and even the Eight Banners in heavy armor were all over the horses beaten by rows of guns.

Until Dirkzik turned over and said, "Run, kill Nikan..."

Hundreds of Eight Banners vest soldiers urged the horse to kill. Although there were no shield chariots, the flesh shield in front of them also made them get to the distance they could charge.

The flesh shield not only pointed to more than 300 coats, but also had hundreds of Eight Banners and Infantry Armored Soldiers.

Seeing hundreds of cavalry running out, Zheng Sen was not afraid at all. How similar is this scene to the scene in front of Niuzhuang? Although there are no trenches in front of the Volunteer Camp, there are no artillery behind them.

"Tiger Cannon, Weiyuan Cannon is ready, bomb dropping soldiers are ready! Hand-to-hand combat troops are ready!"

Even though he knew that Zheng Sen and his party would fight on land, how could Zheng Zhilong not prepare some small cannons for him?

In fact, Zheng Zhilong tried all the small cannons on the ship, from Thunder Cannons to small Fran Machine Cannons, to bowl-mouth guns, and even Weiyuan Cannons. The former was either small in power or heavy in weight, and it was not suitable.

The most outstanding one suitable for infantry combat is the tiger squat cannon. Don’t look at the appearance of others, the tiger squat cannon has a small weight, so a single soldier can move flexibly. It has a wide coverage and strong lethality.

You should know that the infantry cannons equipped with the Volunteer Camp do not require too long range. Zheng Sen does not need a "sniper rifle", but only needs a small and flexible "shot gun" like the Tiger Zun Cannon.

But in the Zheng family navy, there are dozens of large and small guns, hundreds or thousands of guns, but there are no tiger cannons.

I won’t mention the bird boat and the black-tailed boat, there are no small cannons at all. There are no small cannons on the centipede boat, and even in the old gate boat. The only three tiger cannons were seized from the Qing army’s warehouse.

Judging from that look, it is obvious that this kind of small cannon is also "treasure dust" when it falls into the hands of the Qing army.

The three tiger squat cannons were not enough to protect the entire volunteer camp. In desperation, they could only use the No. 2 Weiyuan cannon to fill it.

The latter's gun body is two feet and eight inches long, five inches high from the bottom to the fire gate, three inches and two inches high from the abdomen, two inches and two inches and two inches in diameter, and the total weight is 120 kilograms.

There is a good energy on the fire door to prevent rain. You can aim and launch at one or two hundred steps. Each time you load eight taels of medicine, weighing three or six taels of large lead; when loading small lead, you can hold hundreds of pieces, each weighing five or six cents. The plaques are spread about forty steps, and can reach one or twenty feet apart!

In terms of its power, this kind of cannon is not much better than the 30-50-pound tiger squat cannon. The only advantage is that it has a longer range.

But isn't it a joke that the 'shot gun' pursues range? If it weren't for helplessness, Zheng Zhilong would never have used Weiyuan Cannon.

The Ming army suffered repeated defeats in Liaodong, and finally adopted a defensive strategy to build the Ningjin defense line, relying mainly on the heavy and sharp firearms introduced from the West - the Red Barbarian Cannon to defend the city, while the flexible and maneuverable tiger squat cannon inevitably pales in comparison.

But the Lu army of the Zheng family wanted to take advantage of the opportunity, seize the opportunity, and attack Jianlu like a cold-hearted son. That was an offensive, and the tiger squat cannon was popular in the Zheng army in the future, and it was just around the corner.

Shi Lang hissed, "The trumpeter is ready."

The speed of war horses was very fast, and the distance between fifty and sixty steps was simply a blink of an eye for them. The Red Army in later generations was so poor that they would not spare the firepower to open two hundred meters when fighting the Japanese cavalry, which was twice as far away as the infantry. Then you can know that the impact of war horses was so strong.

Therefore, "fire a gun" can not necessarily stop the Qing army's horse hooves by relying on rows of guns alone. It is necessary to fire a gun, and the hand-to-hand combat soldiers holding a big sword and a spear in front.

"Play the trumpet!" Shi Lang's roar followed closely, and the suona player played the suona, and the sharp and harsh sound spread throughout the line through the noise and horse hooves.

In front of the Yi Yong Camp, in front of the gun forest, more than a dozen tiger squat cannons, and the Weiyuan cannons burst out at the same time. The eight-two-fold gunpowder turned into bright red flames and thick white smoke. More than a thousand small projectiles weighing five or six cents were sprinkled on the Qing army cavalry who rushed towards the horses like heavy rain. Layered projectiles sprinkled at the opposite side, easily tearing open the flesh and blood of the war horses, tearing open the cotton armor on the Eight Banners soldiers, and turning into Sun Monkey King who was making a big fuss in the Heavenly Palace, stirring up the bodies of the war horses and the Eight Banners soldiers.
Chapter completed!