Chapter 613: There may not be a rainbow after the storm

"Retreat!"

"Retreat!"

"Retreat!"

Maobali roared heart-wrenchingly.

In his sight, the warriors of the Great Jin Kingdom were falling down one after another. The firearms and cannons of the Tiger Army were so cruel. The whistling guns and cannons were not something that the flesh and blood of the Great Jin Army could not resist. In the face of artillery fire, whether you are a young Jin army or a white-armored soldier who has experienced many battles, your fate will be the same.

Some of the fierce Jin soldiers stepped on the blood of their companions and turned over the dead war horses, and they could not help but attack Dongjiabao. They shot arrows one by one desperately, hoping to curb the firepower of the Hu Ben Army and then cover their companions to retreat. Their spirit moved Ajige. Unfortunately, their lives seemed to be a flash in the pan and were knocked down in the blink of an eye.

Some of the Tartar cavalry found that the situation was not good, so they turned their horses and hit the gate of Dongjiabao like crazy. In this case, if they could break open the gate of Dongjiabao, they might be able to reverse the situation. Unfortunately, the gate of Dongjiabao was completely blocked by huge rocks. Unless there were siege hammers or chariots, the gate of the Fort Gate was unmoved by the impact of the war horses. Those tough Tartar cavalry could only hit the ground in the fort gate.

"superior!"

"Continue to attack!"

"Don't retreat! Don't retreat!"

Among the chaotic crowd, Turkun yelled like crazy.

The Tartar Jialazhangjing was waving the scimitar in his hand wildly, shouting at the Tartars beside him, asking them to continue rushing forward. Of course, Turkun heard the horn from behind. However, he could not accept such orders. Because he had no chance to retreat at all. As soon as they turned around, the Tartar guns would completely cover them.

Only by rushing forward and launching an attack on Dongjiabao may there be a way out. Even if there is no way out, they will have a chance to exchange their lives for one life. At the distance he is, the archers of the Great Jin army can already shoot and kill the enemies on the top of the city. If they turn around and retreat, they will never have such a chance again.

Unfortunately, there were too few Tartars who thought the same as Turkun. Most Tartars were used to accepting orders. The military rules of the Tartars were very strict, so strict that they had no sense of disobeying orders. When they heard the Niuke, most Tartars quickly turned around and retreated. As a result, they gave their backs to the guns and cannons of the Tiger Army in vain, and were beaten to death in groups.

"superior!"

"attack!"

"Don't retreat!"

Turkun waved his scimitar and marched towards Dongjiabao alone.

He was unwilling to retreat, he was unwilling to be killed on the way to retreat. He was willing to let the Hu Ben Army's bullets hit him from the front, but he was unwilling to let the Hu Ben Army's bullets shoot in from his back. As a result, he did what he wanted.

"puff!"

"puff!"

"puff!"

Several consecutive Minnie bombs hit Turkun one after another, bursting out blood flowers. Turkun felt that his body was hit hard by something, and then all the strength in his body was exhausted, and his hands and feet felt soft. The scimitar in his hand couldn't help but let go.

"puff!"

Suddenly, another Minnie bomb flew over and hit Turkun's forehead directly.

Blood splattered. Turkun's body stood still for about two seconds, and then slowly paralyzed on the ground. Then, his upper body began to fall backwards slowly, and finally fell silently into the pile of corpses. Beside him, there were at least a dozen corpses of Tartars, at least two of them were white-armored soldiers.

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The low and tragic oxen horn echoed desperately on the battlefield.

If everyone under his command could be blown away with oxen, Azig would definitely be advocating. Unfortunately, in the whimpering of oxen, a large number of Tartars continued to fall. Even if they received oxen, it would not be easy for them to withdraw quickly. The idle battlefield is like a mud pond. It is easy to fall into it, but difficult to withdraw!

The shooting of the Hu Ben Army Artillery Battalion is of particular importance. The first thing they shot was the longest range of the grape bomb, which was the last of the Tartars. When this part of the Tartars was knocked down, a large number of corpses and various debris were piled up on the ground, greatly hindering the way for the Tartars to retreat in front. As more Tartars were knocked down, this area became even more embarrassing, and the originally flat area almost became a tortuous and difficult natural barrier.

If it weren't for the hunt for the Hu Ben Army's guns, perhaps most of the Tartars could find a way to escape in chaos. However, under the roar of the Hu Ben Army's guns, even the most calm Tartars would inevitably show signs of panic. In the panic, it would be even more difficult to find a way to escape. Unless it is favored by God, it would be impossible to rely solely on one's own strength.

Many Tartars were hit by Minnie bombs from the rear when they were looking for a way out, or hit by marbles from grape bullets falling from the sky, and then fell to the ground. Their pounces often make the road more blocked. Due to the blockage of the road and blood silt, there was even a dark red blood lake in the middle of some piles of corpses. If someone accidentally stepped in, they would be flooded with blood to their knees.

"Hurry! Don't be like an old lady!"

"One, two, three, four, five, we have worked very hard!"

"One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, we are anxious!"

Xu Ziwen, Liu Chenzi, Mo Ru and others were constantly yelling at their respective subordinates.

At this time, the grape bombs fired by the flying dragon cannon are undoubtedly the most lethal weapon. The grape bombs flying all over the sky can knock down the whole Tartars without aiming at it. To annihilate the living power of the Tartars as much as possible, of course, the most grape bombs should be shot out in the shortest time.

"Bangbangbangbang!"

"Bangbangbangbang!"

"Bangbangbangbang!"

The sound of cannons continued and rang through the sky.

I only saw large marbles falling down, creating pools of blood. The Tartars in the pool of blood were either dead or injured. Very few people were able to escape by chance. The worst thing was that the knocked Tartars might not have died yet, but they could no longer evacuate with their own strength. So they desperately called their companions, hoping that their companions could take them away.

As a result, they did not get any response. Then more marbles fell, or the flying Minnie bombs, eventually took them to another world. There were panicked war horses, trampled over them from their bodies and completely stepped on them into a pool of blood. As for those war horses running around, they would not survive long before they would be knocked over to the ground. Their targets were too big, and it was impossible to avoid all the bullet rains.

"Bang bang bang!"

"Bang bang bang!"

"Bang bang bang!"

The gunshots are also continuous.

All the places where shooting can be fired on the walls of Dongjiabao were all full of people. In Dongjiabao, people who could be fired basically appeared. When the Tartars sounded the horn, Yang Zixuan also pulled the reserve team up. Who doesn’t like it when they beat the dogs in the water?

For the Hu Ben Army soldiers in the Ding Battalion, there is almost no need to aim at the target, because there are people everywhere outside, and you just need to load, shoot, load, shoot, and repeat. If you hit it, it will be the luck of the Hu Ben Army. If you don’t hit it, it will be the luck of the Tartars.

Of course, a large number of Tartars gathered around Dongjiabao, and they would not sit and wait for death. Within the effective range, the Tartars' archery skills were still very fierce. Some of the desperate Tartars gave up the opportunity to escape and shot a large number of arrowheads in. From time to time, warriors from the Tiger Army would also die.

"Sir, let's come too! Let's apply to join the war!"

Liu Xunchun suddenly came to Zhang Zhun and begged eagerly.

The scene outside the city made Liu Xunchun and others burst into tears, and they wanted to immediately join the battle to eliminate the Tartars. The Tartars, who had always been extremely cruel, ran away in a mess under the attack of the Tiger Army. There was nothing more desirable in the world than this. If they missed such an opportunity, Liu Xunchun felt that they would regret it for the rest of their lives.

"Be careful."

Zhang Zhun pondered for a moment and nodded gently.

The Tartars now have no attack power. It is indeed beneficial to let the soldiers of the Cangzhou Volunteer Army undergo training. In addition to being simple soldiers, they are also the fire of rebellion. In the future, the rebellion activities in Northern Zhili will also rely on them to carry out. Striking the Tartars will definitely be beneficial to cultivating their self-confidence.

"Thank you, Governor!"

Liu Xunchun was overjoyed and thanked Zhang Zhun, and immediately took the soldiers of the Cangzhou Volunteer Army to pick up the Hu Ben guns of the Hu Ben soldiers who died and joined the battle ranks.

The operation of the Hu Ben Gun is actually not complicated. They have been observing the situation around them for a long time and have known how to operate it. The key is just proficiency. However, in this case, even if they are not very proficient, they can fire two to three Minnie rounds per minute. Although the number is not large, it is also a small boost.

"Bang!"

Liu Xunchun quickly shot his first Minnie bomb.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

Other volunteer soldiers from Cangzhou also shot.

The Minnie bombs they shot were flying randomly on the battlefield. They didn't know whether they hit the target. But it didn't matter, they wanted this kind of shooting feeling. The Tartars who were beaten to the point of being beaten gave them great courage and confidence.

From then on, the soldiers of the Cangzhou Volunteer Army can proudly announce that they had fought with the Tartars in real life. Most people cannot get such glory. In the entire Ming Dynasty, how many people can claim that they had fought with the Tartars with real swords and guns? Perhaps the Ming army of the Liaodong Legion could announce this loudly. However, it seems that the Liaodong Legion has had the opportunity to attack the Tartars like this? In turn, it is almost the same.

Covered by the guns and cannons of the Hu Ben Army, the Tartars outside Dongjiabao were in chaos. The Tartars were also constantly killed. Occasionally, one or two Tartar leaders wanted to maintain order so as to retreat better. As a result, they immediately became the targets of sniper shooting. Lu Yidian and others were all good at shooting cold guns, and they stood aside to deal with the Tartars' white-armored soldiers. Who said the Tartars' white-armored soldiers will always be the most eye-catching target on the battlefield?

What's more, the grape bullets of the Dragon Cannon cover a distance of 500 meters. On this messy battlefield, it is indeed not easy to retreat quickly to 500 meters away. Among the ten Tartars, I wonder if three Tartars can retreat smoothly. The more time the Tartars delayed, the closer the God of Death would be to them.

"Sir, let's go out of the city and sweep it!"

Zhong Wuying was eager to try it out.

"no!"

Zhang Zhun decisively rejected it.

The Tartars outside the city were indeed defeated and had no great deterrence to the cavalry of the Hu Ben Army. However, the chaotic battlefield outside was also not suitable for the cavalry movement of the Hu Ben Army. A large number of miscellaneous objects, corpses of personnel, and corpses of war horses seriously blocked the road, and the cavalry could not move quickly. If they were not done well, they would be accidentally injured by the Hu Ben Army's own guns.

Zhong Wuying had to leave in disappointment. However, he soon thought of a solution, which was to use cavalry as infantry. He pulled the tiger cavalry to the wall of Dongjiabao, found a place to shoot, and then threw it into the battle. Compared with the Dingzi Camp, the tiger cavalry was obviously more elite and had a higher shooting level. Therefore, the Minnie bombs they shot out were even more fierce.

"This Zhong Wuying!"

Liu Jixiang was shocked and excited when he found out that the Leopard Cavalry had participated in the battle.

Of course, he was not happy to hide behind others to watch the fun. Without saying anything, he also pulled out the leopard cavalry. The combat effectiveness of the leopard cavalry is not inferior to that of the tiger cavalry. The leopard cavalry joined the battlefield and immediately brought competition between the two cavalry battalions. The Minnie bombs they shot out became even more fierce.

With two major new forces joining, the situation of the Tartars outside Dongjiabao is even worse. The Dingzi Battalion and two cavalry battalions have more than 2,000 tiger guns, plus no less than fifty dragon cannons, which is a completely devastating blow! Many Tartars are running and are knocked over to the ground by Minni bullets from behind.

After half an hour, the sound of guns and cannons gradually faded. The dense shooting gradually stopped. The flying dragon cannon also stopped bombing. At this time, the battlefield was completely hell on earth. There were corpses of Tartars and war horses lying everywhere, and there were rolling blood everywhere, and torn flags, broken weapons, scattered bows and arrows, broken leather jackets and hats everywhere. Even if you search with a thousand-mile mirror, you can't see a standing Tartar.

"Stop shooting!"

"The sniper is responsible for clearing the field!"

Zhang Zhun randomly issued an order to retreat the large army from the city wall, leaving only a sniper team to monitor it. Thunder God Zhou quickly counted his casualties. A total of 34 people in Dingzi Camp unfortunately died and more than 40 were injured.

"The casualties of the Tartars are estimated to be around two or three thousand."

Not long afterwards, Yang Zixuan, the commander of the Ding Camp, calmly reported to Zhang Zhun.
To be continued...