Entering Jiazhuang, there was a narrow passage, long and straight. The Ming army's six twelve-pound field artillery, two twelve-pound howitzers and eight six-pound field artillery fired in turn. When the Qing army approached, three-pound field artillery also joined the bombardment. The shells hit the narrow passage one after another, making the passage full of broken shield chariots, the bodies of incomplete Qing soldiers and blood flowed, and the wounded Qing soldiers rolling and wailing on the ground.

The intersection was narrow and blocked by sheep and horse walls and trenches. The Qing army, which was crowded with groups, was killed and injured by three rounds of artillery attacks by the Ming army.

The Han army flag Folang machine cannon hiding in the shield cart, the bird gunner and the Jiutou heavy fire gun did not play a role. Their range was not enough, so they could only watch the shells fired by the Ming army landed in the Qing army's crowd, pulling out flesh and blood alleys.

"Run!"

"Minggou cannon is so powerful!"

Baoyi Aha, who was beaten to death and wounded, could no longer withstand the incomplete corpses on the ground and the frozen river of blood, making the Ahas rather retreat to face the machetes of their masters than rush forward and be smashed into pieces by shells.

The Qing soldiers of the Eight Banners of Han held steel knives and slashed at the escaped Aha without hesitation, and in a blink of an eye, a large number of heads were cut off.

The Baoyi Aha and the others had to turn around again and rushed towards the death fire net in front of them.

"Hurry up!" Zhang Qinglin was carrying a bird gun on his back, and shouted with a knife waving in his hand.

Several Baoyi Aha retreated in front, and he cut his head without hesitation. However, if he let his throat break, a low wall appeared in front of him, blocking the shield cart's way.

The shield cart could not be pushed over, and Baoyi Aha and others rushed to the low wall one after another, holding shovels in their hands and digging desperately, trying to dig the low wall open.

"The shotgun loading is completed!" The artillery groups of the Ming army artillery team reported to the superiors.

"Concentrate firepower and fire volley!" The artillery team roared.

All the twelve-pound field guns, twelve-pound howitzers and six-pound field guns spewed out flames at almost the same time, sixteen shrapnel ejected out of the chamber and flew about a hundred steps in the air. The shrapnel burst out in the air under the action of gunpowder gas, and the iron beads fell from the sky like raindrops and landed behind the low walls.

The crowd was filled with flesh and blood, screaming and screaming. The coated Ahas who were trying to dig out the walls of sheep and horses fell down in pieces, and the blood mist sprayed in the air bloomed in balls. The hot blood flowed to the cold ground and soon solidified into a mixture of ice and dry blood.

Zhang Qinglin saw with his own eyes that a Baoyi Aha of his family fell down. The Aha was a mute and had some problems with his mind. When he was robbed by him, he didn't know what his name was. So Zhang Qinglin named this Aha. Although Hanhan was a mute with a problem, he was loyal to Zhang Qinglin and had great strength. He could plow the land without plowing oxen. He was a good laborer in his family. Zhang Qinglin's family also treated this Aha as if he were his own family and even found a wife for Hanhan. Hanhan's wife was a dementia woman, but she was a match for him.

But at this moment, Hanhan fell in a pool of blood, and there was a blood hole as big as a bowl in his chest. Blood was spewing out like a fountain, and a blister of blood appeared in his mouth, which seemed to be helpless.

"Isn't it just an Ah Ha? If you die, you will die. What's the pity?" Yan Dayong came forward and said.

While talking, there was another roaring sound of cannons, and a three-pound field cannon shell roared at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Yan Dayong and Zhang Qinglin, the brothers in distress, hugged each other and rolled to the side of a broken shield car.

The shells hit another shield cart, and the entire wooden board immediately exploded into pieces, and the broken wooden board flew out like shrapnel. The five Ahas hid behind the shield cart let out a sad scream, covering their faces and chests. Their faces were covered with broken wooden pieces as big as fingers, and they screamed and fell to the ground and rolled.

The shell that penetrated the shield guard plate continued to advance and hit a hand-to-hand combat soldier in the Han army flag. The Qing soldier subconsciously raised his spear in his hand to block the shell. The shell hit the spear, and the spear immediately split into countless small wooden sticks, shooting out like arrows. Then the shell directly hit the Han army flag soldier, and the unlucky Qing soldier's entire body exploded and turned into a scattered piece of flesh and blood.

The shell, which had not yet subsided, hit a Qing sabre player again, smashed the shield, and the broken shield board pierced the Qing soldier's body. The shell also took one of his arms away. The shell landed on the frozen ground and jumped up again, breaking the thigh of a Han Eight Banner soldier. Finally, the shell changed its angle and jumped up, knocking down a Mongolian Eight Banner light cavalry who was riding a horse and shooting arrows from the horse's back. The shell lost its kinetic energy and plunged into the soil.

The three-pound field guns were fired quickly and quickly. Under the operation of skilled gunners, the three-pound field guns could fire two rounds of shells per minute. The shells kept falling into the Qing army, taking away the lives of rows of Qing soldiers. This kind of cannon is a supplement to the firepower of the twelve-pound cannons and six-pound cannons. After all, the twelve-pound cannons and six-pound cannons are fired for a period of time, and water needs to be poured into the barrel to cool down, which will form a fire blank for a period of time. At this time, the three-pound cannons are just used.

Looking at the corpses piled up higher and higher under the wall of sheep and horses, Kong Youde's mouth twitched. Although most of the dead were Baoyi Aha, there were also many Han flag soldiers, including many of them, including many of the dead firearms soldiers, all of whom were veterans who brought from Dengzhou to Liaodong. However, those elite firearms soldiers were killed by their opponents with cannons before they were shot.

"King Shun, why don't your firearms and soldiers open fire?" Tan Taiba immediately came and asked next to Kong Youde.

"The range is not enough! Our Folang machine and bird gun cannot hit the opponent at all, and the opponent bombards us with cannons." Kong Youde said with a wry smile.

"Where is your cannon?"

"There are all my brothers in front of me. If I use a cannon, wouldn't I accidentally hurt my brother?"

Tan Tai wanted to say something, but when he saw Duoduo walking over with a gloomy face, he quickly knelt down and beaten Qian: "I'm so proud of my master."

Kong Youde also knelt down and beat Qian: "I'm going to see my master!"

Duoduo pointed to the pile of corpses piled up in front of him and asked, "King Shun, how did this fight be fought? How did it go like this? So many people died, but they haven't rushed up yet?"

"Go back to Master!" Kong Youde kowtowed repeatedly, "Minggou's cannon is so powerful! Our Folang machine and bird gun are not reaching at all, and the brothers were killed and injured halfway."

"The General asked you to return to the Central Army!" Duoduo said expressionlessly.

A golden sound sounded from the Qing army's rear formation. When the sound of retreating soldiers was heard, Baoyi Aha, Han army flags and Mongolian Eight Banners soldiers in front were relieved and turned around and fled back.

Kong Youde rolled and crawled to Dorgon, knelt on the ground, shook his sleeves a few times, and thumped: "I'm going to see Prince Rui!"

"Get up!" Dorgon said, "I have seen everything just now. I have suffered such losses. I am not your fault for not making good arrangements!"

"Thank you, Prince Rui, for your kindness!" Kong Youde thanked repeatedly.

Dorgon pointed to the mountainous corpses in front: "There is Minggou's cannon in front, King Gongshun, your Wuzhen Chaoha Cannon Camp, can you knock out Minggou's cannon?"

Kong Youde shook his head: "It's hard, their artillery team is hidden in the dark; while our artillery team is in the open. The slaves observed their artillery. There are two powerful red artillery cannons, and the shells have not stopped for a moment, which means that they have many artillery. If our artillery team goes up, they may not have time to set up the artillery, and they will be covered by their concentrated firepower."
Chapter completed!