"Squat! Everyone, squat!"

Xiao Da, who graduated from the first phase of the Northern Expedition Army, is now the commander of the First Brigade and commands the Third Brigade of the Northern Expedition Army. The brigade is currently only equipped with more than a thousand people, which is much less than a regiment in later generations.¤ said that the main equipment, in addition to armor, is guns, crossbows, big swords, spears, and some wooden shields.

Now the wooden shield has been set up in front of the infantry formation, and the infantry has arranged three horizontal lines, two of which are holding guns and crossbows behind (at the same time equipped with a big knife), and one of which is holding spears in front.

Hearing his orders, officers at all levels in the three rows of soldiers also issued the same orders layer by layer. In the blink of an eye, the three platoons of soldiers who were originally standing were shorter and all shrank behind the wooden shield and artillery.

This tactical action of collective squatting is probably unique to the Northern Expedition Army, which is used to avoid artillery battles. Unlike the commanders of European line infantry in later generations who rarely let soldiers avoid artillery bombardment, Chen Dexing still cared for his "warriors" soldiers.

What started now is the "artillery battle". One side has 6 cannons and 6 bed crossbows that can fire thunder arrows; the other side has only 18 bed crossbows that do not have thunder arrows to shoot, but those giant arrows that seem to be long spears are still very powerful!

At a distance of about 00 meters, both three crossbows and cannons can exert their maximum power!

The first thing to fire was the artillery of the Northern Expedition Army. They all had rigorous and scientific training and could complete a series of tactical actions such as ammunition loading, aiming, shooting, and cleaning in the shortest time.

"Calculate fire, target, left second. Fire!"

A Northern Expedition battalion commander who was commanding the artillery issued a shooting command, and the Mencun cannon and 6 three-bow crossbows opened fire at the same time. Their target was the crossbows of the opposite side, and it was one of the 18 crossbows that concentrated all their firepower to attack!

6 iron bullets, 6 fire-like thunder arrows, whistling out at the same time, forming a net of casualties in the air, covering the unlucky crossbow. The first one to arrive were 6 iron bullets, the 10-inch cannon was equivalent to the 9-pound smoothbore cannon of later generations, and the weight of the shell was 8 kilograms. Such a large iron ball was sprayed out from the muzzle and the ammunition fell on the enemy's head. It took only more than a second. The Seminister who was winding the three crossbows had no time to react, and their flesh and blood bodies were baptized by iron and fire.

If this scene could be turned into slow motion, you can clearly see that an iron ball weighing more than 8 pounds hit a soldier holding a giant arrow, just like the iron fist of the boxing champion Tyson hit a thin watermelon. The whole body suddenly burst, and the round iron ball flipped over and released the huge kinetic energy it carried, smashing everything in front of it into pieces. Whether it was gray-white bones or dark red flesh, they all splashed around like watermelon pulp. In an instant, the shells passed through the human body. They hit the three crossbows that were nailed on the wood. The weapons organized by thick hardwood immediately dispersed like a child's building block!

But this is not over. The shell hit the hard ground, then quickly bounced up and continued to roll. Together with the other two iron bullets, it flew towards the phalanx of the Seme infantry deployed behind the three crossbows. The 6 iron bullets suddenly swept across the heads of dozens of Seme people. The hard skulls were smashed one by one, like fragile raw eggs!

Then. And then! Six thunder arrows filled with h gunpowder flew over and flew over the three crossbows that had already dispersed, and puffed into the human body with a few muffled sounds. After all, the thrust generated by the bowstring cannot be compared with h gunpowder! So the pierced semen can still make the final scream.

"What a god, forgive me..."

"What a god, I'm guilty..."

This is the screaming of the Tianfang Sect. Most of these Seminar people are Pu Shougen's old ancestry and most believe in the Tianfang Sect. However, they are serving the mortal enemies of the Tianfang Sect!

The Mongols conquered Baghdad, the capital of the Tianfang Cult world, trampled the Caliph of the Caliphate to death, and slaughtered hundreds of thousands of residents of Baghdad. However, these Eastern Tianfang Cultists acted as Mongolians because of their identity as a Seminar! After their death, they were destined to be in the heaven of Tianfang Cult. Virgins should not even think about anything, only endless hell is waiting for them... Well, in fact, in this era, all Tianfang Cultists who serve the Mongols are apostate Kafiel!

However, these Kaffier's pain did not last long, and their bodies were split into pieces in a violent explosion. The fragments of the human body, dark red, pink and white sauce, had a strong smell of blood, and immediately spread the entire battlefield.

This is simply a slaughterhouse that makes people feel sick and vomiting!

At the same time, the counterattack of Semi people also began. They shot out 17 giant arrows, but they were not concentrated on fire. These Semi people's skills in using firepower were no less than the artillery soldiers of the Northern Expedition Army trained by Chen Dexing!

And at a distance of 00 meters, that is, nearly 600 meters, it is not easy to shoot one of the human body with three crossbows. I'm afraid that even a hit rate of one-tenth is not necessarily the case.

So, except for one of the 17 giant arrows hitting the cannon body of a bronze cannon, the rest were all blown away and flew over from the heads of the Northern Expedition soldiers squatting on the ground. The giant arrow hitting the bronze cannon did not cause any damage. The cannon body made of bronze was not something that could be shattered by crossbow weapons!

Seeing this scene, Batulu seemed to remember something and quickly ordered loudly: "Squat down, let the semen in front of him squat down..."

Before he finished speaking, there was another deafening roar. The Northern Expedition Army's cannons and crossbows fired again, targeting another three-bow crossbow to the right of the crossbow that was hit just now.

The tragedy happened again!

"This won't work..." Batulu gritted his teeth and muttered in a low voice.

He looked around and saw that his Mongolian soldiers had already turned pale. Although they were far away enough to be bombarded, they also witnessed the power of the Southern Barbarian cannon! Several brave warriors unconsciously took a few steps back. They murmured in Mongolian words: "Oh my God, please open your eyes and take a look. The Southern Barbarians have received the help of the devil. They have the devil's weapons and can kill people like demons!"

"No..." Batulu's forehead was covered with beans of sweat.

Although the lethality of each opponent's gun and thunder arrow is not very large, it will kill and injure dozens or hundreds of people. If people squat down to avoid cannons, the losses can be reduced by half. But who can stand this kind of battle that only gets beaten and does not fight back?

And if there are dozens of deaths in a round, what about ten or twenty rounds? There will be no more than one thousand. There are only four thousand eyes on the battlefield, and if there are more than four hundred casualties, it will be shaken. If there are more than one thousand, it will definitely collapse...

No, you can't use a bed crossbow to shoot against the Nanman!

Boom boom boom boom...

Just as Batulu was thinking about countermeasures, the artillery soldiers of the Northern Expedition Army fired another round of volleys! The Seminister who had just squatted down dodged the iron bullets and let the iron bullets hit behind him. However, the iron bullets actually bounced up again after hitting the ground and flew straight to the central army where Batulu was. Two muffled sounds swept across the heads of the two Batulu soldiers, and there was a tragic scene of brain splashing. Even Batulu was slapped on his face by something, and it seemed like he was slapped in the face!

He reached out and touched it, and felt wet and a strong smell of blood raised. He looked down and saw that his hands were covered with pink sauce. I wonder if it was human brain...

"Ming Jin, stop the troops!" Batulu resisted the feeling of vomiting and issued a retreat order: "Retreat to Haijin Town..."

"Master, you can't retreat..." A hundred-household personal soldiers beside Batulu reminded repeatedly, "There are tens of thousands of people watching!"

Batulu looked around. The west side of the canal and the north bank of the Haihe River were indeed filled with onlookers!

Everyone was stunned, with their mouths wide open and looking at them in disbelief.

It turned out that the Tartars could fight like this! They blocked Kublai Khan's gate, used a big gun and a thunder arrow to blast, which made the Tartars not even able to fight back! This was a slap in the face. After the slap in the right face, the Tartars did not even say anything.

This damn Tartar is today!

It seems that it is not OK to retreat to Haijin Town to defend! Batulu looked back and suddenly felt sad on his face. Why did the Mongolian Khan in the sky blame the past dynasties and Kublai Khan who was far away in Kaiping? Just a circle of wooden fences outside Haijin Town can block the large guns of the Han people? It was fired after a few bangs, and then there was a street fighting. With these scared and trembling people, can they beat the Southern Barbarians?

Thinking of this, Batulu gritted his teeth and shouted loudly: "The warriors of the Great Mongolian, stand up for me, pick up your sword and spear, and go fight against the lowly Southern barbarians in close combat! Fight with them!"

Afterwards, he shouted to the personal soldiers beside him: "Go up, I will go up to supervise the battle. Who dares to delay the situation and kill them on the spot!"

"Master, do you want to give orders to our horse team?" Batulu's personal soldiers and households asked loudly.

"No, they know when to rush and when to leave..." Batulu glanced at the Northern Expedition Army, which was as strict as a city in front of him. This was not something that his poorly elite erotic soldiers could defeat.
Chapter completed!