There was a thunderous sound, and a continuous stream of fire burst out from the village wall at the top of the left and right. The dazzling flames and thick white smoke intersected, just like a 8-shaped smoke dragon rising from the village wall.

Several shield cars were beaten to pieces, and the pieces of leather and iron flew up, followed by continuous screams. The blood mist rose from each person's body, and their heavy bodies rushing to the ground.

After the Qing soldiers covered the shield car, although the Xin'an gun could not penetrate the thick protective plate they covered, the walls of Zhongwu Village were designed in a 8-shaped shape, and the walls and roads were inclined. After everyone covered the shield car, they could take care of the front, but there were a lot of them on both sides and the left and right sides.

When guns and bullets were shot on both sides, a series of Qing soldiers and archers and even armored soldiers were shot. Blood arrows were sprayed out from them, and the one-headed bullet hit their bodies, immediately expanding into the shape of a flower, rolling and deforming inside their bodies, causing amazing trauma.

They rolled in different postures, wailing in a shrill manner on the snow, and the extreme pain after being shot made them feel in pain.

"Ah!" A Qing archer rolled on the ground and cried loudly. He was shot in his left abdomen and his intestines were shot out.

He wore a warm hat and only an arrow-sleeved jacket with horseshoe sleeves. Without saying a word, the one-headed bullet almost penetrated his body. The lead bullet entered his body and smashed the internal organs there. The pain was really unspeakable.

Not far away, a soldier in armor rolled on the ground and twitched and struggled. The shield in his hand was thrown out from a distance, with a shocking hole on it.

However, a single-headed bullet hit the left side, and the shield he covered was immediately broken, and the gun bullet hit his left chest. The iron-inserted cotton armor he was proud of had no protective effect at all.

The Xin'an gun can break the second layer of heavy armor in fifty steps. What is the iron-clad cotton armor? After the single-headed bullet hit him, it immediately broke the cotton layer outside him, and the fine iron armor inside also cracked and penetrated deep into his body.

Another injury like a flower, the armored soldier sprayed blood in his mouth, and the wound was like a spring, and the blood sprayed deeply dyed the surrounding snow.

He opened his eyes wide and couldn't understand. Isn't the firearms used by the Ming army very bad? They are prone to explosions and are often weak. He has been hit by bullets, but the gun bullets did not break the armor he was wearing at all. Why is it here?

He poured out of his mouth, and he was deeply confused.

There were wailing everywhere, and many people rolled in pools of blood, and even several archers on the trench knocked down. Although the Xin'an army shooting on the village wall was mainly Tartars behind the shield chariot, they would not let them go without any cover.

More than a dozen Qing soldiers and archers and armored soldiers fell down. This was because they tried their best to cover the shield. Yuzhe opened his eyes wide open, and his neat and fierce platoons made many people blank.

It's so fierce that they have heard a lot of sounds of gunfire, but they have never seen such neat and powerful ones.

Before everyone could react, a sharp swan sound came from the fort. Fires were connected again at the walls at the left and right bottom, forming a 8-shaped smoke dragon, which merged with the original smoke. Thick smoke rolled everywhere in the walls.

Another sound of flesh falling to the ground, blood mist flying, and screams were connected.

"This is..." Suohun tightened the reins in his hand with force. The firearms opposite were so fierce and neat, which was beyond his expectations. In the long years of his war, such a powerful platoon seemed to be the first time he had seen such a powerful platoon.

The opponent's musket had a strong armor-breaking ability, and what surprised him was the usage of the opposite cannon. Generally, the farther the cannon, the better, and the farther the range, the better. This was the first time he saw the cannon firing like a musket.

There were also many small cannons in the Ming army that could be rotated, such as Baizi Guns, but they all fired shotguns from close range. The use of the opposite cannons requires strict discipline and training. The Ming army ahead was indeed a strong enemy, which was very different from the Southern Barbarians I saw.

Kerkun beside him looked cold and he also clenched his teeth.

After two rounds of gunfires, the warriors may have suffered a lot, especially the defenders there attacked with side shooting. Fortunately, the opponent's combat power was tested, and their firearms were indeed sharp, but the blood of the warriors would not flow in vain!

Then Suo Hun shouted: "Blow the snail immediately and let the soldiers rush up!"

He could see clearly that the two rows of guns on the opposite side had been shot, and it took a lot of time to load them again. Now, it is the world of the Qing warriors!

The trumpeter stood beside him with a conch, and was surprised with the Tartars behind him. Hearing this, he immediately picked up the conch and blew it hard.

"Woo..." The thick conch sound rolled out from the ground again.

"Kill!" The long and powerful conch rolled past his feet, and even the sound of Ren Si shouted, the sound of cannons and guns could not be covered.

The sound like muffled thunder trembled under the feet, and hit everyone's hearts like a thunder drum.

Hearing this snail, the remaining Qing soldiers immediately became jealous, and their bravery, fierce and murderous aura was suddenly aroused.

How many times have the Eight Banners soldiers rushed towards the enemy's formation with the sound of the conch, three snails and three snails and three snails and three snails and three snails and three snails and three snails and three snails and three snails and three snails and three snails. They were invincible in battle and were defeated in every attack.

Although after two platoons and two cannons, more than 20 warriors fell in a pool of blood, and they dispatched more than 150 people, causing serious losses, when they heard the Conch, the remaining Qing soldiers still held their weapons tightly and shouted to charge desperately.

And they knew that the Ming army's muskets had been fired, and as long as they rushed forward, the opposing defenders would be slaughtered.

Four shield cars rushed forward desperately, and the archers shot arrows everywhere in the village wall, especially the two gun positions. Each armored soldier held his flying axe, iron bone, javelin and other sharp weapons, and just waited within thirty steps to fly to the enemies everywhere.

Suddenly, two guns were fired in front and behind, and two more guns roared over. The shield car on the right in front was finally hit. The ten-two-two projectile pierced the guard plate, causing the thick plates covered with iron and cowhide to break a big hole, accompanied by the bloody rain behind the guard plate.

The shield car on the left was also hit again. It was originally shot here, collapsed and shattered into a big hole. Another shot was shot, and the guard plate was mostly broken and had no cover function. The fragments stirred up splashed, killing the coats of several carts and the archers following behind.

The Tartars behind the shield car howled loudly, and they simply abandoned the car and rushed out from behind the shield car with shouts. They rushed forward desperately with their shields, swords, axes, iron bones.

They finally rushed within thirty steps, and the raindrop-like flying axe, javelin, was thrown to the cannon location and various places in the village wall.

At this moment, the sharp swan sounded again, with a thunderous sound, and another violent rogue of guns. Two fire lights burst out from the village wall. Inside and outside Zhongwu Village, it seemed that it was about to be covered by thick white smoke.

The screams of the attacking Qing army were connected together, blood mist flew everywhere, and corpses fell down on the road. Unexpectedly, two more volleys of fire made the attacking Zhenglan Banner Tartars in chaos. They unexpectedly, wasn't it that the muskets were finished, and why were there any?

"Bang!" The cannon at the northern corner sprayed out a large stream of thick smoke. As the smoke sprayed, dozens of fine and ferocious red lights were still there.

The snow chips on the ground were flying, and long blood mists soared. The remaining ones were not hit by the musket. Several armored soldiers who rushed forward were hit by the shotgun, and their bodies were shaking strangely. Blood arrows kept spraying from the left and right fronts. Without a sound, they rolled on the snow.

...

Suo Hun stood up on the stirrups, and he looked incredibly ahead. They still had gun soldiers?

No, if there are still people, you won’t be unable to see them. It turns out that the firearms they used were strange.

Kerkun beside him looked ashen and said coldly: "It's the Southern Barbarian thunder gun, all of which are loaded with the back. Like the Folang machine, it's very fast... aren't you afraid that the fireworks will blind their eyes?"

The Qing army roamed all over the Ming Dynasty and seized many firearms, so the thunder gun was naturally included. However, this gun was the same as the Folang machine, and the air leakage was very serious.

The big-shot Bolang machine is fine, and the thunder gun must be raised to aim at it. The firearm often leaks out, burning the archer's face and eyes. Even if there are firearms in the Qing army, this kind of firearm is generally abandoned. Unexpectedly, the opposite side has large-scale equipment.

Suo Hun's face was unstable. At this time, he was not considering why the opponent used a large-scale use of air leaking firearms, but whether to continue shooting.

Reason told him not to shoot. After several cannons and gun platoons on the opposite side, his side was almost fifty of casualties? It was already almost 30% of the loss, so it was time to retreat.

But he was angry in his heart. They were arrogant and weird. Suddenly, they suffered such great losses, but how many casualties and injuries were made by the other party? No one could accept it.

Moreover, it is difficult to get off at this time. It has already rushed into thirty steps and can quickly rush closer. Even if the opponent has strong armor, he can still shoot through. With sharp firearms, he is not a match for bows and arrows at close range. Maybe he should take another try!

He suddenly made up his mind and shouted: "Blow the snail again!"

"Woo..." The thick conch sound rolled out from the ground for the third time, and the remaining Qing soldiers rose up and howled and charged.

They had already rushed into thirty steps, their shields were all broken, and two of them had lost their ability to cover. The remaining archers behind the car, all of them were abandoned. They shot arrows desperately, and handfuls of flying axes, iron bones, javelins, and javelins were thrown into the cannon positions and the village walls. The war began to be fierce.

"Release the bullet!" The cannon leader Kong Wanyin at the northern corner saw it outside the cover and kept yelling and urging.

Opposite him, the ignition hand was close to the cover sack, watching the loading hand nervously, with a shrill roaring on his head, and from time to time, thick and long Tartar arrows passed by overhead. There were also weapons such as flying axes and iron bones that made the cover roar loudly, and some javelins were thrown in, making sharp roars.

The aiming hand lowered his head desperately, and the "tuk" sounds in front of him were constantly sounding. The guard plate of the artillery was covered with heavy arrows shot from the Tartars. Some arrows even shot through the hard plates, including the shape of a large chisel, the shape of a spindle, or various strange shapes, gloomy and cold.

There were even a lot of arrows shot in through the gap in the guardrail and swept past his helmet.

The aiming hand tried to lower his head as much as possible. The closer the Tartars, some arrows had already threatened their soldiers' armor, especially the weapons such as their flying axes and javelins. If they were hit, it would be bad.

The two loaders worked hard. The Folang machine in their hands had just fired a cannonball, but the smoke was still simmering. One loader took off the iron bolt and raised the gun. The other loader brought another gun, put it on the belly of the gun, and stuffed the iron bolt with the iron chain in it.

As soon as the loading hand clamped the gun inside his abdomen, a large handful of iron bones were thrown in, hitting him on his head and body. The heavy iron bones were hit, making his helmet and heart protection mirror sank. His mouth was bleeding, and he staggered and fell down.

"Brother Sun..." Everyone shouted, aimed at their hands and roared, picked up the handle, and then turned the heavy cannon body.

"Over there..." The cannon leader Kong Wanyin pointed to a direction and shouted, aiming his hand at the sight of the sight and the gate, and aiming at him.

There was smoke outside, and the figure shield car appeared on the road. He wanted to see it more clearly, and suddenly roared shrillly. An arrow flickered from the smoke. The loud "double" sound shot on his throat armor.

Fortunately, his throat armor was curved, and the arrows were rubbing the sparks and swept past his neck.

The aiming hand was stunned, and another crescent moon arrow shot towards him, hitting his face and then came out from behind.

He screamed with his aiming hand, then fell backwards and rolled in front of the cannon just struggled.

"Brother Teng..." Another loading hand helped him up and shouted to the doctor. A few sharp roars suddenly came in, and a few javelins were thrown in. As soon as the loading hand raised its head, a javelin was already penetrated through the armor, and blood splashed, and he staggered back.

Teng Zhengwen, the aiming hand, also hit a few javelins, and his body trembled a few times, and he did not move at all.

Kong Wanyin scolded in grief and angrily: "You big guy."

He snatched it up, grabbed the handle, and roared: "Light up!"

The igniter quickly put the fuse on the ignition rod on the goose feather induction tube, and a loud bang, and thick smoke flooded the corner.

...

The smoke was filled with smoke and the smell of blood was extremely pungent. Behind the ramp wall, Cao Jingxing suddenly pushed the copper pin forward and pressed it. The arc knife cut the back end of the fixed paper tube, and the medicine was poured into the fire door nest.

He pulled down the hammer, gritted his teeth, and then got up. At this time, his iron mask had been covered and stuck tightly in the armor slot on the left side of the penis.

Several arrows were inserted into his armor, and one almost shot through the armor and pierced into his flesh.

The Tartars were shooting ruthlessly and accurately, and a large number of arrows shot in, and the brothers were shot one after another. Especially when they were wearing iron masks, their vision was very inflexible. After several rounds of guns, there were smoke again. The Tartar soldiers appeared and disappeared in the white smoke. A few cold arrows came over, and they couldn't see clearly without paying attention.

Cao Jingxing was hit several arrows like this. Fortunately, those arrows were made with ten-force bows, and he was shot for more than twenty steps. The arrows did not penetrate the armor and did not damage the flesh and blood inside.

But now the Tartars are getting closer and many people are rushing to twenty steps or even more than ten steps, but they have to be careful. In particular, the flying axes, javelins and other objects cast by the Tartars are even more fierce.

At this time, the central army had ordered free shooting, and the Tartar soldiers charged desperately. If they waited for the sound of swans to shoot again, they might all rushed in front of them. It was no more threatening than the bandits, the Tartars' arrows and other threats were too great to let them get too close.

The sound of guns was constantly coming beside him, and the brothers were shooting. Cao Jingxing raised his gun and stood up. As soon as he looked out, he hurriedly squatted down. Several flying axes flew over his head and cut and slashed on the bamboo fence on the slope behind him.

He stood up and fired a gun. A Tartar soldier in armor flew out in the air. In the air, blood rain of the big bunch was sprayed out.

Cao Jingxing squatted down again, and together with the copper tamper, the crisp metal sound, the mouth of the belly was exposed, and white smoke was emitting.

He quickly took out a fixed-load of paper-load ammunition from his bag and was about to put it into the cavity. Suddenly, a few screams were heard, but the recruits Chen Fusheng and Yang Demao in the Arm had just stood up and were hit by several arrows. They staggered back and fell on the wooden floor behind the village wall, making a heavy sound.

Chen Fusheng's iron mask was shot to the point of being sunken and broken. What was fatal was the arrows on his chest, all of which were arrows to be taken out of the gears. The armor was sharp and the distance was more than ten steps, and even the heart protection mirror was shot through.

Yang Demao's throat was like a hedgehog in his chest, and five or six arrows were inserted. Even if his throat armor was arc-shaped, the distance was sunken, and the two arrows stabbed deeper into it.

"Everyone be careful and dodge." Chief Actor Zhao Yanhe shouted, and suddenly Kong Wancai screamed, and was hit by a handful of iron bones on his helmet, and his head was bleeding.

Ma Xiaobaogang came to the scene and found the target and was about to fire the gun. Chief Zhao Yanhe shouted: "Be careful!"

Ma Xiaobao was wearing an iron mask and couldn't see clearly. A flying axe flew over and cut it heavily on his left arm. Blood splashed, and his iron arm was cut open. The wound was very deep and blood was dripping. Ma Xiaobao roared and pushed the flying axe down.

"Be careful, please dodge." Chief of armor Zhao Yanhe shouted, raising his gun and aiming at a Tartar. Suddenly, the gun soldier Kang Yingqiu shouted: "There is a javelin."

Zhao Yanhe looked at him and a javelin was throwing sharply towards his position. Zhao Yanhe hurriedly flashed by.

A sudden shrill roar was heard, and two dark shadows swept through the smoke, and two heavy javelins.

Zhao Yanhe only flashed one shot, and another javelin hit his body, passing through his right chest, and the heavy iron edge of the javelin came out from behind his cloak, and a large blood splashed out.

Zhao Yanhe fell to the ground with a bang, and his body fell heavily on the wooden floor behind him. A large stream of blood spurted out from the surroundings of his iron mask, making the armor bright red everywhere. He wanted to say anything, but in the end he couldn't say anything.
Chapter completed!