In his memory, the Ming army liked to use firearms to kill enemies from a distance. Once the enemy got close, they would retreat in fear and lose all their fighting power.

But when he approached Yong Ding, he saw these strong Ming soldiers discarding their firecrackers, pulling out their waist knives, and rushed towards him in teams of five.

A contemptuous smile appeared on the corner of the Jianzhou man's mouth. He shouted loudly and swept the sword across his waist, forcing Yong Ding back. Then he stepped forward and killed a young Ming soldier with the sword in his hand.

The young Yong Ding did not expect that the slave-building man would move so quickly, and he could not retreat in a hurry. However, his eyes showed no fear at all. He held the handle of the knife with both hands, raised the blade, and the two cold lights collided in the air. The young Yong Ding

Ding's footsteps stopped, and he fell to the ground under the impact of the huge force. At this time, Yong Ding on both sides roared and rushed up. The big man Jiannu smiled coldly, forced Yong Ding back with a knife, and walked to the ground.

In front of the young man, he made a show of slashing.

The young Yongding roared, jumped up suddenly, and hugged the waist of the big man Jianzhou crazily. The big man Jianzhou put a cruel smile on his face, turned the blade upside down and cut open the iron armor on the body of the young Yongding, vomiting blood, the young man

Yong Ding was not afraid, but he hugged Jianzhou Han tightly. At the same time, Yong Ding on both sides waved their blades and chopped off the head of Jianzhou Han.

The great man of Jianzhou refused to believe until his death that the Ming army actually had the courage to die together.

"Thunder in the Palm..." A loud shout sounded.

The brave men who had just repelled the Yala soldiers took out the black iron balls from their waists, lit the fuses and threw them at the rushing soldiers.

The camp soldiers didn't know what it was, so they put up their shields and bounced the iron ball away. However, the iron ball that fell at their feet suddenly exploded, and the splashing iron pieces enveloped the five or six infantry soldiers around them like a metal storm, and shot into

within their bodies.

When the smoke dissipated, the camp soldiers who had been attacking menacingly just now were screaming and struggling on the ground. Their bodies were inlaid with iron pieces, and bright red blood continued to flow from the wounds.

At this time, a cavalry rushed down the hillside. Li Yi held a tiger-tooth gun and kept urging the black horse to speed up. Every Houjin soldier who wanted to stop was pierced through the chest by the sharp tiger-tooth gun, like garbage.

Knock down a large swath of companions.

Jierhalang recognized Li Yi. He couldn't bear it anymore and directly led five hundred Yala soldiers to charge towards Li Yi.

But Li Yi seemed to be playing hide and seek with him. The two cavalry were chasing each other in front of the hillside. Li Yi led the cavalry to continuously break up the soldiers' battle formation. The tiger-tooth gun waved and made a whistling sound, roaring like a tiger. Each one

The Hou Jin army who tried to block the road were pierced through the chest by Li Yi's unrivaled power and thrown into the crowd.

Jierhalang shouted angrily and mobilized his horsemen to block Li Yi's way.

But he didn't expect that Li Yi suddenly led the Liaodong Qi cavalry to turn around. The horses were galloping, and the Liaodong Qi soldiers all looked at them expressionlessly. Then the fuse burned out, and after the three-eyed gun was aimed at it, the Jin army fired a round of fire.

Jilharang fell down on his horse in panic, and a stray bullet penetrated his helmet. If it had been later, his head would have been blown off.

Seeing this situation, Jierhalang no longer dared to rashly pursue the cavalry led by Li Yi. Instead, he commanded the Yala soldiers to continue charging, trying to wipe out the sneak attackers on the hillside.

The brave men had already chosen to retreat, turning around and running towards the horses not far away. They ignored the frightened Houjin soldiers and ran quickly towards Fuzhou.

Jierhalang sent elite Yala soldiers to follow Yongding ten miles away, and then gathered the team with a gloomy face to count the casualties.

This time, the Hou Jin Army had only a few hundred casualties, but they were all the most elite foot troops and Yala soldiers. In the face of sophisticated firearms, these elite soldiers that Hou Jin was proud of could only be killed by small projectiles.

There is no way to fight back.

Jierhalang was very angry about Li Yi's ambush, but he calmed down more and more, and immediately ordered the army to rest.

Early the next morning, Jierhalang arrived at the foot of Fuzhou City, and what greeted them was the Ming army who was waiting in full formation.

The angry Jierhalang did not make any preparations and directly ordered the army to prepare to conquer Fuzhou City.

The horn sounded, and there was a commotion in the army of golden soldiers outside the city. After about half an hour, the unarmored soldiers lined up one after another, carrying siege ladders and pushing shield carts.

After a night's rest, the Hou Jin army had regained its strength, but the morale destroyed by the ambush was not easy to make up for.

It can be said that the former Jin Army despised the Ming Army and looked down upon the Ming Dynasty generals, but now, they find that the cowardly enemy is becoming more and more powerful, and they themselves are becoming more and more fearful.

In order to resist this fear, Houjin needs a victory to give them confidence.

Li Yi looked at the simple shield carriage and nodded slightly to Zhu Qilong.

After they captured Fuzhou City yesterday, they transported three artillery pieces from the ship, which were exactly the siege equipment used to deal with Hou Jin.

The unarmored soldiers came slowly pushing the shield cart, and there were elite Yala soldiers hiding under the shield cart. It was obvious that they, as well as Houjin soldiers, were pushing a wheelbarrow filled with soil and other objects. I think it was

Used to fill in trenches.

Zhu Qilong supervised the gunner's calibration. After the three artillery guns were completely locked on the shield vehicle, he immediately shouted loudly: "Fire!"

Most of the artillery of the Ming army were Franco bronze cannons, usually operated by three gunners. Upon hearing the order, a gunner next to each gun immediately took out a long red-hot iron from a burning iron frame next to it.

Hook and click on the fire door.

"Boom, boom, boom!" After several sounds, four sets of Franco bronze cannons fired one after another.

The four fiery iron balls followed a light smoke trajectory and flew far towards the rear Jin soldiers.

There was a loud bang, and an iron ball hit a shield car from a distance. The shield car was broken into pieces and sawdust flew everywhere. Some Houjin soldiers behind the shield car were about to hit the shell when they saw it.

They were so frightened that they ran away.

However, the unobservable Hou Jin soldiers did not realize that death was coming. The next moment the artillery shell penetrated the shield vehicle, and the flying fragments enveloped the Hou Jin soldiers. The wood chips shot into the Hou Jin soldiers' faces like projectiles, leaving blood stains on them.

A shrill scream came out, and the Jin soldiers crawled out from under the broken shield car one after another, their bodies and faces covered with sharp wooden thorns, and they screamed loudly and dripping with blood.

"Load!"

There is a Franco bronze cannon with three gunners, a stout unloader and loader, an aiming hand, and a gunner. There is also an armor commander leading a group of soldiers to guard the side.

The unloaders of several artillery pieces used iron rods to poke into the iron handles of the sub-guns and remove the sub-guns from the mother guns.

The Naffron copper cannon is composed of a mother gun and a sub-gun. Each cannon is equipped with several sub-guns, which are pre-loaded with ammunition. It is similar to the fully equipped rear-firing artillery of later generations. It fires very quickly. It is just because it is easily discouraged.

Only three hundred meters.

After several unloaders unloaded the sub-guns, they picked up a sub-gun placed next to it, placed it into the thick elongated hole at the rear of the mother blunderbuss, struck it down with a concave core iron rod, and removed the two holes of the sub-gun and mother blunderbuss.

Align.

These sets of Franco machine bronze cannons have lugs on both sides of the gun body. They are placed on iron and wood brackets, and the gun body can be pitched to adjust the shooting angle. At this time, the Jin soldiers have entered a hundred or dozens of steps, and those few

After the loader has placed the gun, the aiming hand of each gun immediately controls the front sight and rear sight of the gun, and uses a glance to adjust the aim at the rear gold soldier from a distance.

The aiming hands of each pair of Fran machine bronze cannons were adjusted one after another, and everyone stood in silence.

"fire!"

The gunner of each gun immediately took out a long red-hot iron hook and lit it on the fire door.

"Boom boom boom boom!"

Three Franco guns fired one after another.

The solid cannonballs jumped among the Houjin soldiers. One unlucky guy felt his eyes go dark, and his head was smashed to pieces by the cannonballs. The two Houjin soldiers behind had no time to dodge, and the cannonballs flew directly between them.

It was thrown away like a broken doll, the area hit by the shell was bloody and bloody, and only a bloody stump of the arm was left.

Although the Furlan cannon has a fast reloading speed, its sight is really not satisfactory. After firing three rounds in a row, only two shield vehicles were hit by the shells and declared scrapped. It did not achieve the expected effect.

Li Yi understood that most of these Ming army gunners relied on experience to fire cannons. For them, as long as the cannonballs shot out of the muzzle, they had completed their mission.

The archers of the Ming army opened their bows and nocked arrows one after another, and shot arrows at the Hou Jin army under the city wall. From time to time, some Hou Jin soldiers were hit by arrows and fell to the ground screaming.

Before the Ming army could be proud for too long, the Houjin soldiers wearing cotton armor got out from under the shield cart one after another, pulling the bow strings in their hands, staring at the Ming army at the top of the city.

The sound of bowstrings sounded, and the accurate arrow instantly pierced the eye socket of a Ming soldier. Around him, four or five Ming soldiers fell to the ground screaming.

There were screams from above and below the city. The French cannon was lifted up by the escorting soldiers, and the muzzle of the gun was directly aimed at the Houjin archers who were suppressing the city. The guns roared, and the soldiers were shocked to retreat, and the guns were fired.

The cannonballs ricocheted under the city wall, and several Jin soldiers were hit. They were instantly hit by the cannonballs and vomited blood and fell to the ground. Seeing their internal organs ruptured, they could no longer survive.

At the same moment, a shield car was penetrated, and the five Houjin soldiers below were directly hit by the shells. Two of them were bloody and killed instantly. The remaining three people also had their chests pierced by the cracked wood and could only open and close.

His mouth kept spitting out blood, and his eyes were filled with fear and despair.

The successive blows suddenly weakened the suppressive power of Houjin's bows and arrows. The Yongding who had been waiting for a long time stood up one after another, and aimed their thunderbolts at the Houjin soldiers wearing thick armor below, and pulled the trigger. Dozens of Houjin soldiers...

The golden archer was immediately hit in the chest by a projectile, vomiting blood and fell to the ground.

This wave of fire rifle soldiers' surprise attack was accurate and cruel. Jierhalang saw it in his eyes and felt pain in his heart.

You must know that these are the soldiers who are the best shooters in their own flag. If you lose so much at one time, you will not be able to make up for it for a long time.

"All reserves will go into battle." Jierhalang gritted his teeth and said.

The horse-armored soldiers and Yala soldiers waiting in the rear went into battle one after another. They backed away from the frightened unarmored soldiers in front of them, and climbed up quickly on the ladders. Heavy falling rocks were constantly thrown down by the Ming army. Some of the Houjin soldiers were unlucky and were killed.

His head was smashed and bleeding.

But the Ya La soldiers ignored them, with madness in their eyes. They roared and climbed onto the city wall, raised their sabers and killed the surrounding Ming troops.

The Ming army threw stones at the Yala soldiers, but because they were too panicked, the Yala soldiers easily dodged them.

There was a cruel smile on the face of the Ya La soldier, and he swung his sword to kill the Ming soldiers in front of him. The two soldiers around him seemed to be frightened and did not know how to step forward to stop them. At the critical moment, with a shrill wail, the Ming soldiers

The soldier's chest was cut open in half with a knife. The Yala soldier kept running and ran for two steps. He swung his sword and the sharp blade cut open the chest of a panicked Ming soldier. Another Ming soldier did not hesitate.

He turned around to run away, but was slashed in the back by Ya La Bing. He groaned on the ground. Ya La Bing turned around and looked at Yong Ding who was holding a blunderbuss beside him. He raised his sword as if to chop him down.

But this Yongding did not panic at all, calmly compacting the projectiles, as if the blade above his head was not real. The moment Ya La Bing waved his sword, Yong Ding suddenly raised his head, and Ya La Bing looked at those determined eyes.

, couldn't help but be slightly startled, and at this moment, Yong Ding had already skillfully held the thunderbolt to his chest and pulled the trigger heavily.
Chapter completed!