What's even more fatal is that the remaining Tartars were shocked by the dense gunshots like beans. Looking at the companions in the front row, they fell down in pieces as if they were mowed grass, and they had not yet had time to react. Heaven and hell were separated by a wall. They were still longing for heaven, but now they have instantly turned into hell. How could they accept it so easily?

"Free shooting!"

"Shoot at the fastest speed!"

Zhang Zhun said in a deep voice.

The Tartars have been fooled, and the guards must seize the time and put the maximum amount of ammunition into the middle of the Tartars' team. Because it is a battle in the dark, there is no requirement for accuracy, just shoot at the Tartars. As long as the Tartars are on the route of Minnie bombs, they will definitely be defeated.

After giving the order, Zhang Zhun turned his head and observed the situation of the troops. He happened to see a familiar face, and he smiled and said, "Wen Yong, look at you! Show your skills! Let the Tartars see what a quick gunman is!"

The soldier named Wen Yong hurriedly replied: "Sir! I will definitely do it!"

Zhang Zhun smiled and nodded, making an encouragement gesture.

Wen Yong suddenly became even more excited.

"Bang!"

Then, he quickly loaded up, raised his gun, and shot.

All was done in one go without a slight pause.

"Bang!"

Immediately afterwards, he reloaded, raised his gun, and shot.

The movements are like flowing clouds and flowing water, skillful and free.

"Bang bang bang!"

Wen Yong cycled and continued, and the gunshots continued.

When other soldiers generally fired only four or five shots, he had already fired six shots!

Zhang Zhun secretly praised that if every soldier in the guard team had the shooting speed of Wen Yong, the combat effectiveness of the guard team would still have hope of improving again. Unfortunately, there were still few top players like Wen Yong!

"Bang bang bang!"

The gunshots continued, and Wen Yong was completely immersed in the fun of shooting.

Everything around him, including Zhang Zhun, was rationally excluded from his mind.

In front of him, there were only the chaotic and dilemma of Tartars.

Also, it is the tiger gun in your hand.

In fact, Wen Yong does like this kind of shooting method.

Because free shooting allows him to maximize his loading speed. When most of his companions can only fire four bullets at most, he can already fire five bullets. Sometimes, he can even fire six bullets.

Wen Yong is an ordinary guard soldier. He joined the guard after conquering Fushan City. Compared with others, he is an absolute new warrior. However, Wen Yong has one characteristic, which is his special ingenuity. Before he joined the guard, his hands and feet were very flexible, and no matter what he did, his speed was faster than others. He could even use chopsticks to clamp the flying flies.

After joining the Guard, Wen Yong did not immediately get the Hu Ben gun for various reasons, and could only use the wooden gun to perform repeated monotonous loading training. Obviously, this is a very boring training. If you practice for about half an hour, you will feel very bored. However, Wen Yong was very happy about it. Because he found that when he did this kind of movement, he was also much faster than others. Therefore, he always insisted on training.

When the real Tiger Ben gun was fired, Wen Yong's talent was immediately discovered by commander Wu Xinshui. After Wu Xinshui's guidance, Wen Yong's loading speed increased faster. Soon, the entire guard team knew that in the Second Association, there was a fast gunman named Wen Yong. After personally testing Wen Yong's shooting speed, Zhang Zhun readily gave Wen Yong a special honor, that is:

Quick Gunner!

"Bang bang bang!"

Wen Yong focused on loading, raising his gun and shooting.

The gunshots continued, and balls of fire burst out from the muzzle.

“Thirty-four.”

“Thirty-five.”

“Thirty-six.”

...

Wen Yong silently counted how many shots he fired.

When he fired thirty-six shots, the other soldiers basically fired about twenty-five shots. Five hundred Tiger Ben guns, each firing twenty-five Minnie bullets, totaling more than 12,500. In other words, in a very short time, a large number of Minnie bullets swept across the Tartars like a storm, with no dead ends at all.

It is no exaggeration to describe the head-on blow suffered by the Tartars as a storm.

At this moment, the Tartars were completely stunned.

Dan Rending led a few subordinates to the front and wanted to surround the Ming army's retreat. After discovering that the Ming army had no cannons at all, Dan Rending's purpose was to block the Ming army's retreat. He wanted to destroy all the Ming army. Therefore, his impact was fast. Dan Rending did not take the sporadic gunshots of the Ming army seriously. However, when the bursting gunshots sounded, he immediately realized something was wrong.

The gunfire was so fierce that the Ming army must have reinforcements!

Judging from his experience, there must be more than a thousand Ming troops who fired the gun at this time!

In other words, they were indeed pocketed!

"retreat!"

Dan Rending yelled hurriedly.

At the same time, he turned around quickly and ran backwards!

But, it's too late.

How could a stormy Minnie bomb leak him?

In fact, the moment Dan Rending turned around, he felt that his body had been hit hard several times in a row, as if something had penetrated into his body. It was a cool and wonderful feeling. Then, he felt that the scenery in front of him changed his appearance.

Countless ferocious faces appeared in front of him, and they were the people who had been killed by him. Among them, there were old men, children, young women, and girls. They all rushed towards him and bit his whole body hard. Then, all of these figures dispersed, leaving only sharp and gratifying laughter of revenge.

Immediately afterwards, Dan Rending felt his consciousness quickly blurred, and the darkness in front of him quickly became. In the end, his eyes turned into endless darkness. His consciousness also completely ended at this time.

"puff!"

Dan Rending's body curled forward and fell to the ground.

Blood gushed out from his ribs and penetrated deeply into the soil.

No one found Danrending fell down, or found Danrending fell down, but deliberately pretended not to see it. At this time, the Tartars had completely lost control. Although the Tartars were brave and fearless, they would also panic when they suffered such a devastating blow, and would also subconsciously hind their legs and want to escape.

"Stay!"

"forward!"

"Don't retreat!"

"Everyone, go forward!"

Seeing the panic of his subordinates, Mukata felt deeply that it was not good, but it roared in a reflexive manner. As a Niulu Zhangjing of the Great Jin Power Corps, Mukata knew very well that if he retreated at this time, it would be annihilated.

Must move forward!

Grip your teeth and move forward!

Mukata firmly believes that the willpower and courage of the Dajin Power Brigade is much stronger than the Ming army on the opposite side! The Ming army only relies on the sharpness of the firearm to temporarily win the first round! They must continue to move forward, shorten the distance between the two sides, and fight with the Ming army as much as possible!

As long as the two sides fight hand in hand, the Ming army will definitely retreat!

Apart from the Guanning Iron Cavalry, the Ming army has no courage to fight with the Dajin Power Team!

"forward!"

"Don't retreat!"

Mukata's face looked ferocious and shouted fiercely.

A two Korean Tatar was in a panic and happened to run past Mukata. Mukata waved his knife hard and killed him on the ground. Another Tartar tried to run backwards from Mukata. Mukata also waved his knife and cut him to death.

"Who dares to run back!"

"Those who ran back! All executed!"

Mukata yelled hysterically.

Finally, after killing two subordinates in a row, he successfully stabilized the Tartars' team.

The Tartars who tried to escape had to temporarily give up their intention to escape under the threat of Mukata. In fact, within the Tartars, the punishment for retreating without authorization was very severe, the death penalty was the lightest, and there were more severe punishment measures. The bravery of the Later Jin army in the war was inseparable from these severe punishment measures.

"Road forward!"

"Roar up and fight with Hangou!"

After stabilizing the team, Mukata immediately assigned tasks.

In desperation, all the Tartars had to bite the bullet and move forward again.

"Take out your archery!"

"Call those dogs to death!"

Mukata's voice came fiercely from behind.

In fact, without his command, the Tartar archers have fought back desperately.

For these Tartars, they had no way out. Mukata did not allow them to retreat, so they could not retreat. Even if they retreated and escaped by chance and went back to Tianheng Island, it would be a dead end. Any superior of the Tartars was extremely cruel to implement military laws. On the fierce battlefield, there were countless examples of killing their own sons.

Moving forward is death, retreating is death, and only moving forward is progress.

Maybe, if you fight to the death, there is still a way out!

From the bottom of my heart, the Tartars absolutely did not believe that the Ming army had the courage to fight with them.
To be continued...