The weather was still very cold. It started to snow at night. The north wind broke out overnight, which frozen the remaining snow into solid ice, and the earth was white. Although the sun slowly climbed out, it still did not have any warmth.

On the watchtower, Zheng Zhilong held a thousand-mile mirror and looked at the Tartar camp. The Qing army was about to launch an attack. Shield chariots had been pushed out of the camp, and a large number of people were driven between the two armies by the Tartars.

Teams of Manchu and Mongolian cavalry were lined up in the open space outside the camp or galloping back and forth, and pretending to shout.

After the crowds of Qing army infantry and armored soldiers also rushed out of the camp, the large "Qing" character fluttered in the wind on a thick flag.

Under the banner, Turg rode a dark war horse, and was also looking at the opposite side with a telescope.

He did not focus the battle on the southern camp, but the new village was the focus of his offensive. Although the Zheng Jun camp in front of him seemed very strange.

A square camp is very common, but there are four prominent big arrows on the four corners, and a red cannon is pressed on each of them, which makes it look very strange.

Turge subconsciously felt that the new village was not simple, but only from paper, the Nanying was even more difficult to deal with. "Eshuo, go and lead troops and drive Nikan to fill the trench." Let's take a look at the quality of Zheng's army.

"The last one will be ordered." E Shuo knew that this was the preferential treatment Turge gave him, so that he could atone for his sins.

He did not have to seize the Zheng Jun camp opposite, but instead tried the quality of the new village so that he could know himself and his enemy.

The Zheng army had sharp guns and cannons, and the name of Daming had long been spread throughout the Qing army. However, we still have to take a look at what kind of sharp method it was.

E Shuo returned to the team, and the matter of driving away the old, weak and young Zhuang's front line was not available to him in person. He only stared at the opposite side with his eyes.

If possible, he would have torn the entire Zheng Jun opposite him to pieces.

"These damn Tartars don't dare to rush to kill them. They drive all the people to die. They are really a group of eggless beasts." On the top of the city of Xinzhai, watching a large number of people, women and children being driven by the Tartars, the Zheng army soldiers who had been preached for a long time could not help but curse.

They are not veterans of the Zheng family who were born into pirates. Many of the soldiers stationed in Xinzhai are reserve soldiers of the volunteer camp on Zhifu Island. They are all refugees in Qilu. Although they have seen many lives and deaths during their escape, no one has seen the scene now.

"boom!"

With a loud bang, a red cannon fired first. There was a protruding turret at each corner of the Xinzhai, and Zheng Zhilong's only four cannons were arranged on it.

One cannon was fired, and then another red cannon also sprayed thick smoke. With the shell in front, another big iron ball flew violently into the Tartar formation in the distance.

Among the four red cannons, only these two can be used.

The gunner raised the muzzle and loaded ammunition, striving to achieve the farthest range of the cannon. Otherwise, the shells hit the women, children and people in front of the Tartars, which would be too much of a loss.

The first shell did not hit the target, but the second shell hit a diagonally into a Qing army formation. This was a small Qing army soldier who monitored the women, children and the people. The shell almost penetrated this small array from the front to the back of the formation. Along the way, the arms and legs of many people were taken away, smashing the heads of many people. A flesh-and-blood alley was trampled out of the crowd, leaving a shrill scream.

Amid the howling sound, the blood mist of residual limbs that human power cannot resist is the sharpest part of the Red Barbarian Cannon.

When the Ming army gave up the offensive against the Qing Dynasty, the heavy but powerful red artillery began to become an unavoidable point in the history of the Ming and Qing wars.

"We are the people of the Ming Dynasty..."

"Save me, save us..."

"Brother, run, run..."

"Mom, mom..."

More and more people were driven out, and there were no three thousand or two thousand. They were seen slowly moving forward by the Qing generals with swords, guns, bows and arrows, getting closer and closer to the frontier of the Zheng army.

Zheng Zhilong stood on the watchtower in the main camp, and the telescope had already hanged down unconsciously. But he seemed to see clearly faces, either numb, painful, or full of despair.

They are all Han people. Among them are old people, young children, men, and women...

"The general has an order to drive the people to a hundred steps and shoot!"

Is it a very ruthless and cruel order? But what Hong Xu made was the most correct choice. Which of the people who came from pirates, did not have a hard heart?

"Mustrator is ready!" The officers' call sounded one after another.

A musket was placed on the mercedes of the sheep and horse wall. At the same time, there were a large number of grenades, and everything was ready to go.

"put!"

With a cold military order without any emotion, dense raindrops flew out of Xinzhai. Whether it was the sheep and horse wall in front of the village or the wall five feet high later, streams of blue smoke rose.

Within a hundred steps, all the people, men, women, and young, were shot and killed without discrimination! These people were not armed and were hit at a distance of hundreds of steps, and the guns also had huge lethality. The lodged corpses were immediately covered with the frontiers of Xinzhai iceland, and streams of blood flowed out of their dying bodies, quickly dyeing large areas of land red.

Witnessing the Zheng army's determination, the people who had not yet approached the Zheng army's formation immediately started to cry out loud.

Moving forward means death. They are unwilling to die. Some people muster up the courage to fight against the Tartars who drove them. But how could these unarmed people fight against beasts wearing heavy armor and holding sharp blades?

In front of the white ice ground in front of the new village, it suddenly became a slaughterhouse! A large group of people were once again occupied by fear, and were driven by the Tartars and rushed towards the new village again. Then they were shot down by waves of arrows, and they made dying shouts!

A banner was hung on the Xinzhai village, allowing the people to bypass the battlefield and run east along the Sishui River. But they knew how difficult it was, and it was just doing their best.

The ice land that Zheng Jun had sacked a lot of his strength to "cast" was covered by most of the people's corpses.

This is both good and bad for both sides. On the one hand, the ice land arranged by the Zheng army was destroyed, and on the other hand, the body of a large number of people's bodies also became a huge obstacle to the progress of the Qing army's shield chariots.

Fortunately, E Shuo discovered this problem immediately and immediately caused the heavy shield car to be thrown away.

He led four or five hundred people and followed the crowd directly. There were even a few sharpshooters in it, and they directly mixed into the crowd.

The gunshots were as dense as fried beans. At a distance of 100 steps, the guns could easily penetrate the bodies of the people. However, the people who were surging like a tide easily broke through the 50-step safety line, and some people even rushed to the thirty-step distance.

"Tight..."

The sound of the bow string ejected sporadically, and the Tartars' bows and arrows should not be underestimated. The clear bows and heavy arrows are accurate and have a high head. Although the rate of fire is not fast, they have extremely strong lethality. At a distance of thirty or fifty steps, even iron armor is difficult to guard against.

A few musketeers were hit by heavy arrows and could not survive on the spot.

But the musket is even more powerful.

"Aim, put—"

There were roars sounding above and below the city.

The sound of the volley of guns was completely different from the sporadic musket shooting, one row after another, as if the thunder in summer was rolling in, never stopped.

E Shuo opened his eyes wide and observed Zheng Jun opposite him.

The white smoke that rose during the volley was blown away by the cold wind, and another row of muzzles with bayonets pointed at them.

E Shuo was surprised when he came again so soon. Sure enough, after a harsh suona sound, he screamed in his ears, and then he felt a strong wind blowing across his face, as if a projectile was rubbing against his cheek and flew over. Before he could react, he collapsed on the ground when his legs became weak.

He turned his head to look at Yigoshiha beside him, his face bulged with blue veins, and he was covering his neck with a hoarse sound. He felt a little scared in his heart.

The Qing army around him looked at him with panic on his face, with a prayer in his eyes, but no order came from behind. How could he dare to retreat?

"The more timid you are, the faster you will die. If you want to survive, follow me." He shouted with all hissing.

"Kill Ming Dog, kill Ming Dog..."

...

Turge looked at the rows of people climbing down like the wind blowing down the ground, as if he had seen the scene when the Eight Banners soldiers attacked Dai Jiaji soon after.

It is very impactful and visible to the naked eye, but it is also something he must overcome now.

The huge casualties were the reason why Jianlu was unwilling to fight the tough battle from the bottom of his heart. But now he had no other choice.
Chapter completed!