Meng Chong surrendered, and the coal problem was finally solved. With coal pig iron, it was melted out. Wang Xuan had already made many semi-finished products of the Sky Thunder and Fire Dragon Chariot. As soon as the pig iron came out, samples of the Sky Thunder and Fire Dragon Chariot were quickly formed.

Several fire dragon chariots and hundreds of sky-burning thunders were not enough to deal with tens of thousands of cavalry of the Tartars, but it is enough to practice the formation and try the actual combat effect.

Meng Chong seemed very dissatisfied and always wanted to send someone to ride a fast horse to the capital to complain, but the person he had secretly planted had long been targeted by Yang Cong. As long as he dared to send a fast horse to the capital to report the news, he was stopped and beaten up, and the horse would be confiscated.

At this moment, Yang Cong had no time to care about this dead eunuch. He just wanted to quickly train the elites of Xuanfu Town and the soldiers of the Three Thousand Battalions to deal with the subsequent attack of the Tartars.

Early that morning, before the hour was still coming, he hurried to the newly built schoolyard and prepared to observe the training of the elites of Xuanfu Town and the soldiers of the Three Thousand Battalions.

At this time, thousands of soldiers had already gathered in the schoolyard, and there were several brand new Fire Dragon Chariots in the middle. Zhu Xizhong, Qi Jingtong, Tang Kekuan, Yun Mao and other generals were all surrounded by the Fire Dragon Chariots. Listening to the explanations of Tang Shunzhi and Zhao Shichun, he looked convinced.

Seeing this, Yang Cong couldn't help but smile knowingly. It seemed that he was right to support Li Fengming, the general of Xuanfu, away. If the old man was there, he would probably not be so honest.

After all, Li Fengming is a veteran of the battlefield. It would be strange if he could listen honestly, civil servants like Tang Shunzhi and Zhao Shichun who had never been on the battlefield.

Yang Cong smiled and rushed forward to greet the generals, then stared at the Fire Dragon Chariot with interest.

This fire dragon chariot is really majestic, about one meter tall, and it is not as tall as the horse when riding on the war horse. In front is a few iron plates, with a spike shield of about one foot of spikes growing on it, which makes people feel irritated. In the back is a box like a carriage, and the arrows cannot hurt the people in the car at all.

If this guy pushes up in rows, the Tartar cavalry will probably vomit blood, and there will be dense spikes facing him. No matter how strong the impact of the war horse is, it will be useless. If you hit him, you must kill him.

He looked carefully for a while, then nodded with satisfaction and said, "Well, it's good, let's start practicing."

Upon hearing this, Zhu Xizhong quickly ordered Qi Jingtong to go to the back of the chariot to prepare, and then ordered Tang Kekuan to take a horse to the opposite side of the schoolyard to lead his cavalry to act as the Iron Cavalry of the Tartars.

Soon, Qi Jingtong commanded twenty-five soldiers to come behind the five Fire Dragon Chariots. The weapons of the twenty-five soldiers were very simple, including four long spears and one musket. The four long spearmen inserted the spears behind them. Each of them held a handlebar, and the musket soldier climbed into the chariot and half-squatted to extend the barrel out of the hole in front of the chariot.

Just now, more than a hundred riders rushed over there, and the rumbling sound of hooves was like dense drum beats, making the whole earth tremble slightly.

Qi Jingtong raised his hand without hesitation and said, "Get a shield wall and charge."

Hearing this, the twenty spearmen shouted in unison, "Kill!"

Then he pushed the five Fire Dragon Chariots into a row and rushed forward neatly.

In a blink of an eye, the distance between the two sides was about 300 steps. Qi Jingtong shouted without hesitation: "Military soldier, ignite the fire, fire."

As a burst of fire broke out, a burst of smoke came out of the five chariots.

I'm so fainted, I'm really shooting!

Before Yang Cong could say anything, a few gunshots were shot, and there was really fire here.

Strangely, there were no casualties in the cavalry rushing towards the opposite side, and they all untied the long bows on their shoulders, bent their bows and arrows, and "swish swish swish swish" just to shoot.

Seeing this, Qi Jingtong ordered calmly: "Stop and hide."

"Puff puff puff", the brackets under the handlebars were inserted into the soil, and twenty spearmen all squeezed behind the car, standing in a row against the shaft.

At this time, a rain of arrows happened to be covered, but no one was injured or killed. All arrows were basically blocked by the Fire Dragon Chariot and could not shoot the spearmen behind them.

Qi Jingtong then ordered: "Military soldiers, get off the car, throw thunder, spearmen, get on the car, and get out the spear."

The musketeers in the car in front quickly jumped out of the car, took out a thunderbolt, lit it with a fire snatch, and then threw it out neatly. The spearmen behind jumped onto the chariot and extended the spear out of the hole in the front of the chariot.

Now, there were more spikes in front of the chariot. Not only were there an iron spike about one foot, but there were also a spear about two feet, stretching and retracting, which was very scary.

Seeing this, Yang Cong couldn't help but be stunned. Is there anything wrong? I'm really throwing the sky-bombing thunder? The musket fires at a distance of more than 200 steps. As long as it doesn't hit the critical point, it may not die. This sky-bombing thunder attacks without a difference. If it explodes with a "bomb", the iron needle will fly everywhere. What if it pierces a person's eyes or throat?

He was worried about casualties, "Boom boom boom", a few thrown thunders really exploded in the air!

However, strangely, there were no casualties at all when the cavalry rushed over.

Immediately afterwards, the cavalry rushed to the Fire Dragon Chariot. They pretended to slow down and chopped in front of the Fire Dragon Chariot for a while. Zhu Xizhong raised his hand and shouted: "Stop, count the casualties."

With his order, both sides stopped shouting for killing.

Qi Jingtong immediately checked it up and then reported loudly: "Reported, there are no casualties in the guard."

Tang Kekuan ordered all the cavalry to dismount, searched carefully on their bodies and war horses for a while, and then reported it. Then he ran over to report: "Report that the attacking party was roughly injured by 18 people, seriously injured by three people, and about six horses."

When Yang Cong saw the red mark on his body, he roughly understood that there might not be iron needles in the Thunder, but some red powder was installed. Otherwise, this guy would probably have to have a color.

He went up to ask again and found out that the gunpowder contained not very enough. It had no lethality at all about two hundred steps, but the bullet was also covered with a layer of red powder to count casualties.

However, the casualties seemed a bit insufficient. One hundred cavalry rushed over and injured more than twenty people. It was difficult for ten thousand elite soldiers to stop forty or 50,000 Tatar cavalry in the wild.

Sure enough, Tang Shunzhi, who was standing by, immediately shook his head and sighed: "No, the casualties are too small. Once the Tartars open several gaps in the chariot formation, we will definitely lose a lot."

This is indeed a problem. Without artillery, there are not enough guns. Even with fire dragon chariots, they cannot stop four or five times the Tartar cavalry!

What to do?
Chapter completed!