"Don't retreat, no retreat, I'll rush up." Wang Baihu kicked and scolded, driving several Han soldiers who wanted to retreat continued to rush up the hillside.

One was to retreat and was killed by the Jurchens, and the other was to kill him up the hillside to make a thousand households. In order to be promoted, he had to choose from this road to the hillside.

The musketeers with the tiger flag kept firing muskets.

Even so, Wang Baihu still rushed forward with his men for more than ten steps until he was still thirty or forty steps away from the hillside, and it was difficult to move forward in the slightest.

Wang Baihu, who had returned to the middle of the team, had appeared in the front at some point.

"Kill it!" Wang Baihu shouted.

He stepped on a corpse under his feet, rolled forward, and landed between the two corpses.

And the moment he fell, the several Han soldiers who were originally standing beside him were shot and fell to the ground.

Wang Baihu, who noticed this scene, was so scared that he lay on the ground and did not dare to get up.

The closer the fire is, the more accurate it is to attack, so the more Han soldiers approaching, the more they die. If the Jurchens who followed behind really killed people, these Han soldiers would have fled long ago.

Even so, the still alive Han soldiers could hardly hold on.

At this moment, Hailancha, who had been following behind, finally came out with a group of Jurchens.

Unlike the Han soldiers, most of these Jurchens were wearing two layers of armor.

Although the iron armor is not that useful in front of the gun, the two layers of armor are still useful in the end. In addition, the Jurchens at this time are not the Jurchens after entering the pass.

The Jurchens who came from one battlefield after another can be described as a sacrifice in one word. They naturally have psychological advantages when facing the Han army.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

When the Jurchens approached the tiger-shaped flag musketman on the hillside, they only took more than thirty steps, they began to raise their bows to shoot arrows on the tiger-shaped flag musketman on the hillside.

Generally, Jurchens like to shoot archery inside twenty steps closer to the enemy.

This distance not only ensures that the arrow shot is inaccurate, but also has great power. It can even shoot through two people with one arrow.

Moreover, the arrows used by the Jurchens did not use bone arrows as many as the Mongols, but all used iron arrows, and the power was even higher.

Even if the archer who is thirty steps away is difficult to achieve the accuracy of the archer who is more than ten or twenty steps.

Even so, many soldiers with the tiger flag were shot by the Jurchens, temporarily losing their combat effectiveness, or being shot to death by the arrows.

Similarly, the fire gun with the tiger flag was also very powerful, and the Jurchens fell down like they were shot.

Both sides suffered casualties and people continued to fall.

However, no one of them retreated, even if his companions around him fell down, he would not take a look.

One shot an arrow on the hillside, and the other fired a gun down the hillside. No one on either side was willing to give in, and it was seen which side could not hold on in the end.

"Beijingzheng, get on the tiger and squat the cannon!" Wang Ju found Zhao Wu.

Seeing his soldiers being carried away from him, Wang Ju felt very uncomfortable.

These killed and injured soldiers were not only his subordinates, but also his companions who accompanied him day and night. It is not an exaggeration to say a relative.

They didn't have the ability to fight back and suppress the Jurchen archers. As long as they pulled out the tiger squat cannon, he was sure to keep all the slave thieves in front of him.

"Wait." Zhao Wu's teeth squeaked.

Hearing this, Wang Ju was anxious and shouted: "What are you waiting for? How many people will die if you wait? I can't watch them die like this."

"Wait!" Zhao Wu raised his head, his eyes were red and shouted at Wang Jumeng.

Wang Ju gritted his teeth, picked up a musket beside him, turned around and walked towards the army of soldiers who were shooting with slave thieves.

"You feel sorry, don't I feel sorry!" Zhao Wu looked at Wang Ju's back as he left, his face was very heavy.

The number of soldiers carried away from him in just a moment was already greater than the number of soldiers who died in slave thieves attacked twice before.

"Bingzheng, Bingzheng." A messenger ran over and said anxiously, "The slave cavalry attacked from the flank."

He pointed his finger in the other direction.

Zhao Wu picked up the monocular lens and looked at the other person's fingers, and said, "I'm finally here. I'm sending my orders to carry all the tiger squat cannons over and I'll deal with these slaves."

Compared with the infantry and archers of slave thieves, the cavalry of slave thieves are the biggest concern.

Without formation cars, these tiger squat cannons are the best weapons to block slave cavalry.

Therefore, even if the musketeers in the warriors were killed or injured, he was unwilling to use tiger squat cannons just to prepare for the slave thieves' cavalry.

Otherwise, the cavalry of the slave thieves would not be able to stop them. Even if they killed all the infantrymen and archers on the hillside, once the slave cavalry rushed in front of them, no matter how powerful the war soldiers were, they would not have time to defend against the cavalry attacks that were approaching in front of them.

"All the soldiers are used to deal with the slave thieves and infantry on the hillside. The tiger squat cannons are sent out, and our gunners are no longer protected." said the messenger.

Zhao Wudao: "Hasn't the 1,000-man team of the government troops simply contacted the gun array? Let them follow the gunners and leave the gunners' safety to them."

Most of the personnel of the 1,000-man team of the official army were Ming soldiers brought from various islands, but the team was filled with many tiger-shaped flag soldiers.

Although the personnel of this 1,000-man team are not considered formal soldiers of the Tiger Flag, with these backbones, they can still delay the gunners for some time.

This is why he dared to send this 1,000-man team out.

Of course, it also has to do with the fact that there is no force around him to call. If there is still a team of combat soldiers, even if there is only one large group of combat soldiers, he will not use this temporary 1,000-man team of the official army.

The messenger ran to pass the command.

Zhao Wu looked at the departure of the messenger and murmured to himself: "Don't let me down. Whether you can win this battle depends on you."

The victory or defeat of this battle lies with the tiger squat cannon gunner.

He was not very worried about the slave archers here on the hillside, even if it was difficult to trouble him and the musketeer with the tiger flag.

Replace injuries with injuries, and exchange lives with lives. The tiger-like flag is not afraid of anyone.

As for the Tiger Flag's four-pound cannon and two small Fran machine cannons, he did not use these three cannons to deal with slave thieves or slave thieves' archers, but continued to suppress the slave thieves' artillery positions in the distance.

He knew very well that once the slave thief's cannons were no longer suppressed and the slave thief's cannons were allowed to bombard the hillside by willful shelling, the pressure would only be greater at that time.
Chapter completed!