This is what Qin Chuan wants.

As soon as Jiannu moved, he and his subordinates ran back to the back of the car wall, took out the javelin, held the wooden shield, and waited quietly in tension.

Li Dingliang and Liu Youzhu on the west side shouted together, and the 226 soldiers under him also raised their shields and threw guns.

There were no enemies at the end of the south, so the 100 defenders there transferred eighty people to assist the right side.

Of course, Jiannu and the Tartars were not so aroused to the point of losing their minds. As soon as they reached eighty steps, they stopped one after another, bent their bows and arrows, and turned to the air about forty-five degrees. With the bang of the bowstring, hundreds of sharp arrows tear through the sky and roared down towards the chariot formation.

Qin Chuan squatted on the ground with a grain cart and raised his shield over his head.

Soon, his arm shook, and a dense crackling sound suddenly sounded in his ears, and there were many screams.

The coverage range of the wooden shield is limited, and dozens of Gazette Army still hit the arrows, but there are shields blocking the key points, and the light arrows shot are very powerful. The Gazette Army that hit the arrows are basically injured by some skin and flesh, which has limited impact on combat effectiveness.

Jiannu and the Tartars rushed forward while drawing out arrows. After more than 60 steps, there was another wave of arrows.

After repeated shooting three waves of arrows in a row, Jiannu reached a distance of forty steps, and then divided into two. Some of them still advanced while shooting arrows, and still had to use a shot to cross the chariot array, so the power was also not great.

Another part of Jiannu put away his bow and arrow, pulled out his knife, and screamed at the grain truck.

"kill!"

Qin Chuan shouted loudly, still blocking the wooden shield in front of him, twisting his body and throwing the javelin out.

"kill!"

Only some of the two hundred Guandi Army lost their combat power when they were shot in the hands and feet. There were still 180 troops. They twisted their bodies together, and 180 javelins roared away.

Jiannu, who rushed to the front, raised his shields one after another, and some of the unlucky ones were nailed to the ground by the javelin, and more of them blocked the javelin with shields.

However, a javelin hung on the shield greatly affects the use of the shield.

When the second round of shooting was thrown, many people won the bid because their shields were not lifted correctly.

After the third round of gunfire, nearly a hundred people had fallen down by the enemy who rushed to the front.

At this time, Jiannu had already taken fifteen steps away, and the bid could no longer cross the wall of the car and hit the other party.

"As planned, withdraw!"

Qin Chuan shouted, then retreated first.

The Guandi army also retreated one after another, and there were inevitably people who fell to the ground by arrows on the way, but most of them were pulled up by their teammates around them and continued to retreat.

After retreating for fifteen steps, some of the Guandi Army stopped and turned around to face the Jiannu van who had just passed the grain truck.

These Jiannu strikers had basically thrown away their bulky shields. They thought Nikan would go back to the second wall of the car, so they screamed and slashed through the first wall of the car, and then ate a round of javelins.

The lucky one was desperate, so he hurriedly retreated and was a big sword behind the car wall

Another part of the Guandi Army directly retreated to the second car wall, picked up the fire javelin that had already burned the gun head red from the dozens of charcoal fires lit behind the car wall, and then turned around and hid behind the car wall and waited quietly.

The Guandi Army, who stopped on the way, brought all the dead comrades and quickly retreated. Then, he hid behind the wall of the car and continued to suppress the other party by throwing the javelin and preventing the other party from rushing over.

During the long-range attack between the two sides, more than 80 people were killed or injured in the front, thirteen were killed and twenty seriously injured, and most of the remaining minor injuries were still combat-effective.

On the west side of Liu Youzhu and Li Dingliang, the casualties were similar to those on the front.

This is why Qin Chuan did not want to fight Jiannu head-on, because the casualties were too great and he was likely to lose.

But if Jiannu got into the trap, he would definitely win this game.

On Jiannu's side, there were more than a hundred casualties on the front, and those who were stabbed by the javelin had basically lost their combat effectiveness, and most of them were not far from death.

Ashan, who was pressing the formation behind, looked ugly. Such a large casualties exceeded his expectations and could be considered a heavy casualties.

Fortunately, his Bayala has not yet been pressed up.

Now, the first wall has been taken down, and the distance from the second wall is only thirty steps. The archers can hide behind the car wall and shoot and suppress the opponent. First, let the dead soldiers fight, open the gap in the second wall, and then send Bayala up and attack in one go.

Thinking of this, Ashan snorted coldly, led Forty Bayala slowly rode forward, and thought of commanding behind the wall of the car.

Fan Yongdou did not dare to let his guards participate in the war, so he naturally did not dare to follow him. He only gave a few compliments and a few good words such as wishing the Lord a great victory, and then hid behind.

Ashan ignored him. If he hadn't been able to transport food to the Jin Dynasty in the future, he would have forced him to pile up the 200 guards and die.

Now there is no need for those two hundred Nikan waste. The first wall on the front has been obtained, and the second wall is not far away.

There was only one wall on the west side. The Nikan did not retreat, but kept killing the warriors who used javelins to kill him. Now the war on the west side has entered a stalemate, and the two sides are fighting through the food trucks.

But the losses there were the heaviest. More than half of the three hundred troops had died or injured, most of them died under Nikan's javelin. The abominable Nikan had only dozens of people killed or injured, and most of them could continue to fight.

In contrast, his subordinates did not have any advantage on the west side.

Among them, because he concentrated all his elite troops on the north front, there were less than 20% of the 300 troops on the west side, and there was not even a single one in Bayala, and his combat power was much weaker than that on the front.

The one hundred people on the east side were all old and weak, and the steep slope was difficult to walk on, so he had no intention of attacking there. He only released a small number of troops to make a feint to attract Nikan's troops.

This war will eventually break through from a frontal breakthrough.

The warriors of the Great Jin Kingdom have always been strong people fighting head-on. There is no need for conspiracy to deal with those pitiful Nikans.

Seeing that the war was favorable, Ashan showed a smug smile on his lips.

Nearly 300 of his subordinates were gathering behind the first wall, killing Kill Shangren with bows and arrows. The vanguard troops, which had been killed and injured due to the charge, were also reassembled and were about to rush over and seize the second wall of the car.

...

Qin Chuan lay on a grain truck, quietly watching the situation opposite him in the middle of a sack full of soil.

If the enemy did not find the existence of the gunpowder, they would gather behind the second wall and prepare to launch a charge.

He couldn't see clearly the situation behind the grain trucks, but Zhao Wu could understand Manchu language and could roughly guess from the other party's shouting whether the other party had already assembled.

As he looked, Zhao Wu suddenly shouted: "It's time for the big manager."

Qin Chuan hurriedly rolled off the grain truck, took off an arrow from the cloth armor stuck on his shoulder, and picked up a javelin with a burnt red head.

"Thunder Thunder!"

Qin Chuan shouted loudly, then threw the fire javelin in his hand out.

His 100 Guandi Army troops also threw the fire javelin out.

That "Thunder Thunder" is not a show-off, but a secret code.

Hearing his loud shout, the Guandi Army, which were closer to the north end on both sides, and the Mongols guarding the captives in the middle of the chariot formation, all fell to the ground.

The Jiannu and the Tartars on both sides were confused. Why did this group of Nikan suddenly fall down while fighting?

Are you going to beg for mercy on the ground?

Before they could think too much, the other party slumped down and rushed up, crossed the wall of the car, and killed the Nikans lying on the ground ferociously.

On the front battlefield, behind the first car wall, hundreds of armored people emerged from the car wall, and rushed towards the second wall with wooden shields.

At this time, a hundred red javelins suddenly drew a red arc, like a red star, carrying a series of charming red lights, falling into the car wall.

Many Jiannu and Tartars were stunned.

Because the red lights like rain in the sky are so beautiful and amazing.

This is the most beautiful scenery they have ever seen in their lifetime.

Many people were suddenly shocked because they thought this was a magic trick, Nikan's magic trick!

After an instant, a ball of fire suddenly appeared on the first car wall and exploded rapidly.

After a loud bang, a series of fire lights rose from beside him, like nine thunders, thundering the valley like eighteen layers of purgatory, and like earth fire rising, rushing straight toward the moment.

The close Jiannu and the Tartars had only a red light of fire left in their pupils, and then... fell into eternal darkness.

Those who were far away also saw only the red lights of fire, and then they felt themselves flying out.

Many people also feel as if they have fallen into the 18th floor of purgatory, being cut into pieces by thousands of knives, and being squeezed into oil pan, and suddenly there is a severe pain all over their bodies.

Ashan was less than forty steps away from the first wall. When he saw the red stars falling and falling, he felt a little bad.

The next moment, when the red light suddenly burned, a wooden board roared towards him incredibly fast.

He couldn't dodge and was knocked to the ground by the wooden board.

Forty Bayalas next to him were either screaming and falling off the horse or flying straight backwards.
Chapter completed!