Chapter 1429 Who Teaches Who to Be a Man

"The firearms of the Ming army..."

The Harlei man on the small slope stared at the two parties who were about to make contact, and murmured: "How about the Wala people..."

"volley!"

"Bang bang bang bang!"

The Oirats in front have already begun to bend their bows and set arrows. They like to baptize the enemy with arrows, and then use long knives and horseshoes to smash their array.

But this wish was ended.

The number of Oirats in the first two rows suddenly decreased, and then the war horses jumped or fell out, and those Oirats who were still drawing their bows just now sprayed blood arrows from their bodies, howling and flying out.

For a time, the scene of people and horses rushing forward was spectacular.

But this level of blow could not scare the brave Oirats. The soldiers behind were still roaring, rushing forward with all their strength, trampling the fallen people and horses in front into mud.

Exchanging human life for the opportunity for the two sides to fight hand-to-hand is Tuo Huan's idea before the battle. He originally thought that Fang Xing would stay behind closed doors, but who knew...

Glancing at Harleen on the small slope on the right, Tuo Huan said coldly: "Come on! I want a melee!"

Melee is a disaster for the firearms army, and the long swords of the Oirats will teach them how to behave.

The Horn began to urge the Oirats to charge more.

But now there is no need to add it!

Draw the bow and release the arrow.

"Ding ding ding!"

The expected casualties of the Ming army were not seen. Those arrows left small dots on the armor, and then fell powerlessly.

"Beep beep!"

"Bang bang bang bang!"

What is being a human being?

The second salvo directly knocked the Tatar who had just shot the arrow to the ground.

"Victory is mine!"

No matter how many people die, he won't blink his eyes, all he wants is contact, melee!

The distance is less than fifty steps, and the next moment the cavalry will break into the formation of the Ming army, winning...

"ignition!"

"Boom boom boom boom!"

Just when Tuo Huan was full of confidence, and when the Halie man sneered at the firearms of the Ming army, thirty-six artillery pieces fired in unison.

Flames from the muzzle, countless shotguns...you can see it with the naked eye, densely packed shotguns sprayed out.

Puff puff!

Those hideous expressions still remained on his face, and the long knife he had just drawn was still in his hand, and he saw a black spot flying over.

Bloody arrows sprayed out from the men and horses, screams and long hisses resounded through the battlefield, suppressing the sound of the Ming army's third salvo.

A Wala man fell off his horse. He was lucky and fell on the body of a horse corpse. After being buffered, he struggled to get up, and the two wounds on his chest and abdomen were bleeding out.

As far as the eye can see, there are corpses everywhere, human corpses and horse corpses, piled up chaotically.

Some of the surviving war horses tried their best to struggle, but in vain.

And some of the surviving Wala people were howling for help, and some struggled to stand up, and then saw the gunners of the Ming army on the opposite side quickly cleaning the barrel and reloading their equipment.

The musket array has been rotated, raise the gun...

The first three rows were all wiped out, and the first five rows suffered heavy losses.

The Wala people behind were stunned by this change, subconsciously reined in the horse, but the comrades behind him bumped up without any scruples, and chaos arose.

The confusion was short-lived, and under the impact of the follow-up cavalry, the Oirats in front swarmed again.

Qian Huguan, who was about to whistle, was already inhaling, his body leaned back slightly, his chest puffed up...

"Run!"

Those surviving Oirat soldiers turned around quickly, but behind them were fellow robes who charged again.

I could only see the densely packed horseshoes flying, and I could only see those comrades flying with hideous or fearful eyes, and then...

These surviving sergeants were knocked into the air by the horses, and gunpowder smoke was seen in mid-air.

"Bang bang bang bang!"

The smoke filled the air, and the Oirats who had just started were hit hard again.

The corpses of the people and horses in front were almost everywhere, and the scene was horrible.

Tuohuan felt his speed stagnate slightly in the back, and he said coldly: "Tell them,

This grand master doesn't care about casualties, as long as he breaks through! "

So the Wala people in front desperately arranged the queue, and they marched in row after row like a wall, with an astonishing momentum.

"Dreadful Oirats!"

Behind Atai was a group of Tatar nobles, who couldn't help but be amazed to see that the Oirats still refused to retreat under such a defense.

"Da Ming is even more powerful!"

Atai didn't look back, he was already very dissatisfied with these nobles.

"Yes, yes, of course Daming is powerful, and Tuo Huan is no match."

"Tuohuan will definitely hate Xinghebao today, Daming is mighty! Yes, mighty!"

Zhong Ding couldn't help sneering when he saw those nobles complimenting the Ming army in such an ugly manner.

Wu Yue in front of him didn't move. He could tell now that Tuo Huan was putting all his eggs in one basket today. He didn't care about the Tatars at all, and only wanted to defeat the Ming army in one fell swoop.

"My lord, how about we go out and fight from the flank?"

Someone couldn't help asking, and got support from many people.

Wu Yue shook his head, but Zhang Fengdu, another officer of a thousand households, said in a deep voice: "Uncle's military order is to let our troops guard the camp of the Tatars. No matter what the fighting situation is outside, we cannot move until there is no military order."

Wu Yue said approvingly: "Master Zhang is right. The sky is big and the earth is big, and the military order is the biggest on the battlefield. It's good that you have ideas, but you can bring them up for discussion after the war. At this time, just obey the military order."

Everyone was silent.

And Fang Xing, who was in the Xuanwu Guard, already had more Wang He beside him. This guy has been very interested in the art of war recently. Seeing the stalemate ahead, he asked: "Uncle Xing, why don't we make a trench in front of the fort? Like that?" But it's much easier."

"Boom boom boom boom!"

At this time, a wave of shotgun shells were fired from the left and right wings in front of the front. After the sound subsided, Fang Xing looked at the tragic situation ahead and said, "Digging trenches is an option for the weak, so I let the Tatars dig them, and we don't need them. It will only hinder our pursuit of victory."

Wang He snorted, and was drawn to the front by a round of guns.

Under the blow of volleys of guns and artillery, those Oirats involuntarily moved towards the right wing.

The frontal firepower is too strong, so let's break through from the flanks!

So the Oirats in front of them turned around and rushed towards the left wing of the Ming army.

"Bang bang bang bang!"

A round of guns fired when the Oirats just turned around, and then Chen De ordered: "Add rotation to the left wing."

Immediately, the platoon guns of the left-wing Ming army began to attack the Wala people continuously, and the artillery was quickly loaded.

"The Left Wing is Paying the Price!"

Since the Wala people were suppressed from the front, the Ming army on the left wing pushed up unconsciously, forming an arc with the middle array.

The protruding part was knocked down by the Oirat cavalry in an instant, and then submerged, and behind them was the artillery group.

As soon as the eighteen cannons were loaded, the enemy was close at hand.

"Grenade!"

The Qianhu official issued an order in time, and immediately a black dot was thrown into the group of Wala cavalry, and it exploded immediately.

"Boom boom boom boom!"

The Oirats' momentum faltered, and immediately the artillery crew fired.

"Retreat after repelling."

This round of shelling directly smashed the Oirats at the head into mud, and the horses were shaken by the huge artillery sound at close range, jumping crazily.

"Beep beep!"

The platoon of guns was once again powerful, and the Oirats who faced the enemy sideways paid a huge price.

The array began to be chaotic, and the evil results of uneven supply of troops appeared.

"Uncle, why don't you take advantage of the situation and attack?"

Seeing the rare opportunity, Wang He couldn't help but suggest.

"withdraw!"

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