Chapter 81: Turnaround

At this time, many cavalry came behind. I was shocked when I saw this scene.

"Don't stop! Open fire!" This was followed by the third round of attacks, and more than 500 people were killed and injured. Hahaha" Fan Qianxun laughed loudly, "Let you people see how powerful we are!"

At this time, there was a sudden panicked sound from the group of the chards. After several blows just now, Altai, the general of Boyan, died immediately because he rushed too forward.

It's just that because there are too many people who have just died, no one knows when Altai died. It was not until the Tart had just stabilized his panicked military heart that one of his own soldiers found him in the dead. The death of the general Altai suddenly stirs the military heart that had just calmed down again. The generals are all dead! What should we do now!"

"Hahaha, what should I do? Go to hell!"

At this time, the second round of artillery had been loaded. Needless to say, there was another round of shelling, and dozens of shocking sounds came from the direction of the Tatar. Dozens of huge iron bullets fell from the sky. In an instant, the Tatars fell upside down, and many horses were frightened and panicked.

Fan Qianxun looked up at the hillside on one side and gently waved the torch in his hand. A figure on the mountain also waved the torch, as if responding.

"It's ready." Fan Qianxun was very proud, and since then, the magic camp has appeared again. At the same time, he waved the torch to the rear.

All this was seen by Jiang Bin, the governor of the four towns. His old and brave eyes are shining, like murderous arrows.

Immediately turned around and ordered the messengers and generals.

It's just a light sentence, but there is incomparable firmness and confidence in the voice.

"Give up the army."

At this time, in a mountain pass on the hillside that no one noticed, a small group of people quietly appeared and at the same time pushed this huge thing.

If you want to lift the bed crossbow - the peak of the crossbow weapon, it is to shoot an arrow by the joint force of several bows. It often takes dozens of people to rotate the wheel shaft to pull it away, with a range of up to three miles, which is indeed a long-range weapon at that time. On the eve of the alliance of Tanyuan in the Liao and Song dynasties, the Khitan general Xiao Dalan was killed by a crossbow, which greatly frustrated Khitan's morale.

The completeness and variety of weapons in the Ming army this time is also amazing. In addition to many firearms, there is also a bed crossbow. Although this object is very powerful, after all, the loading time is too long, and it is exposed after one attack, which is not suitable for field warfare. So this team has only one mission, and they only need to launch once. It's better to shoot that huge enemy into the wolf-headed flag.

The captain was Mr. Qian. He hurriedly ordered the team members to be careful not to make other sounds. This huge enemy itself is very powerful, but the disadvantage is that there is no cannon that can be fired, and its material is not suitable for gunpowder. So the bed crossbow was chosen to launch this secret weapon.

In order not to expose the target, tens of thousands of enemies will be launched after igniting, so the hinge of the previous bed crossbow must be adjusted, and finally tens of thousands of enemies must be placed on it, firmly tied, and then ignited and launched.

Everything is ready to be perfect. Just wait for the order, this huge "*" can fly out.

Seeing the army of Tatans rushing forward from afar, it seems that they plan to take advantage of the gap of the Ming army's * hands to rush to the front. As long as the high-speed cavalry approaching, these extremely sharp firemen will become tofu and be killed.

Countless Tarot cavalry are well aware of this. Without Khan's command, they spontaneously and fearless to death move forward one after another, stepping on the bodies of their predecessors and moving forward bravely. Never retreat without achieving the goal.

Many remaining Tatar cavalry, including Bo Yan, now know that they have been tricked by Ming people, but it doesn't matter. Boyan Monk doesn't care. As long as he eats the other party's army, he can**. Bo Yan vaguely knew the news from Tan Ma. There was an extremely important figure in the Ming army opposite him. The distant yellow umbrella cover can prove everything.

Beryan's ambition was aroused again. He wants to be similar to the one in those years, and then stage a "transformation of the civil castle" to capture the current emperor of the Ming Dynasty alive. Who is this kind of meritorious!?

"Yes! Can't return! I can't return it yet! Besides, I haven't lost yet!" Boyan cheered herself up in her heart. Immediately order the army to break through the front line of the Ming army and kill them at all costs! Kill!"

Inspired by Khan and his own instinct, the troops that had stagnated behind continued to rush forward.

In the front of the Tatar cavalry, in a blood stain, the already sparse team became dense under the supplement of the rear army.

Just as a group of people were worried about having no command, a voice sounded, "Come on! Come with me! Kill them for the sake of Khan! While they are loading ammunition, otherwise there will be no chance!" Everyone fixed their eyes and saw that it was the commander Tuyuhun, and he was not dead yet!

I only saw the blood on the long man's face. It seems that he broke his head, but the wound was relatively shallow, so it was not fatal. Under his leadership, a group of people like headless flies, only courage, bloody killing power, but without a goal, have a way forward.

"Come on! Let me go!" Tuyuhun pulled out his bloody sword and pointed to the Ming army in front of him, and then the cavalry behind him also raised their swords and killed them desperately towards the target.

Tens of millions of horses' hoofs stepped on the earth, making it sigh. Fast! Fast!

is about to approach the Ming army. Tu Yuhun is very proud, and his bravery is the greatest achievement. There are still 200 steps and 150 steps.

"Why hasn't the Ming army opened fire yet? Why are they loading so slowly? Are your hands and feet trembling? Tuyu is very happy. Hahaha" At this time, I couldn't help laughing at the war horse!

"Come on! Cowardly sheep! Let me harvest you!"

Suddenly, a loud noise came from nowhere. There is a bang. But this time it's very different from before, as if the sound is underground?

Is it sent underground? Tuyuhun no longer needed to think about it. His horse was nailed with iron nails coming from the ground, and the horse screamed in severe pain. Tuyuhun suddenly had a pain in his stomach at this time. There was no need to explain. He was also shot. Slowly, he fell down with his horse and could no longer see.

At the same time, the Ming munitioners who had just loaded finally opened fire, accompanied by the third round of artillery bombardment. It turned out that the Ming army had just failed to load, but filled all the firearms in the three rows, waiting for the Tatarons to enter the minefield and carry out a volley strike with the guns after detonating the ground trip.

It's another like a boundless bombardment, plus these three rounds of fire shooting.

bang————

bang————

bang————

There is a slight delay in the three rounds of attacks, which is completely completed in one go. Just like the Tatar knights archery, it's really hearty.

The Tatar army was killed and injured countless times, and nearly 4,000 knights fell from their horses. Under this round of attacks, even if people could bear it, the war horses could not bear it at all. The horses on the grassland are used to the life-and-death war. Swords fight, people's voices are boiling, and the roar of horns has no impact on them at all.

But their biggest weakness is fire. The horses on the grassland should be more or less afraid of the flames, especially the fireworks emitted by the firecracker with a smell of gunpowder and the splash of fire from the cannon.

Since the battle, these fearless horses finally couldn't stand it and collapsed. Moreover, under several firearm strikes, the Tatre soldiers in front of them are unstable and more difficult to control their ** war horses.

It seems that the Ming army deliberately wanted to do the same as this kind of war situation. Suddenly, the same fire came from the rear of the Tatar army. Although there is no such loud noise, many Tatar knights have seen a huge fireball in the sky, flying fast, fast... flying the wolf-headed flag! Fly to Boyan Khan!

With a bang, the huge fireball fell to the ground and hit the wolf's head flag. Suddenly, the sparks splashed everywhere, and the flint crackled everywhere. The wolf-headed flag caught fire again at the same time.

The impact of this blow on the heart of the army is different from before. A large part of these people' desire to fight with their leaders comes from their leaders. Now... Khan's life and death is uncertain. The front of the Ming army front is so difficult to break through. We still have 30 to 40,000 people, and we should be able to do it. The rest is whether someone else will order us to do this?

Kill! Kill! Kill it! Kill the burd! Their Khan is dead! Didn't you see the wolf-headed flag fall?

At this time, the infantry army that had been ambushed on both sides of the Tah finally rushed out. Before that, they had been hiding far away to enjoy the fireworks show. I thought: Good things can't be occupied by the Shenji Camp. Didn't this box use its strength to kill after receiving the order to charge? These two thousand soldiers with knives and guns were killed from both wings, and the other side's cavalry had been killed and injured a lot. And there is no superior space for mobile charging, and the military heart is unstable, and the "horse heart" is not stable, so these cavalry have to become taller infantry. Only one Tatar cavalry was picked off by the spearmen of the Ming army. Here, the Tatar sword can't exert its combat power at all. In the face of the spear that has an absolute advantage, they can only face the fate of waiting to be killed.

The artillery in the distance is still firing shells, harvesting death.