Du Wenhuan saw that the soldiers of the Han army had only a small commotion, and it was not like fighting back against the Mongols. He was impatient. With so much time and so little Mongols, he didn't know how many times he had died, "Enough. Jianghu, go down and rest first! These Han soldiers will only be cruel to their compatriots. Since they don't know how to repent, we won't be stingy with a bullet."
The gunmen of the Ming army were already ready. The Mongolian cavalry was not fast because they were following the infantry of the Han army, so they had not yet entered the range of the flintlock.
Under the bewilderment of the rivers and lakes, the soldiers of the Han army showed greater agitation. They did not dare to counterattack the Mongols, but they had their own way.
The Han soldiers who walked on the edge of the team began to hide from nearby houses. As long as they left the eyes of the Mongols, they would cat their waists and disappear quickly like rabbits. The houses, broken walls, haystacks, fences, and fallen on the ground. Bamboo poles and branches, any obstacles that can be blocked, are fully utilized by them.
More and more Han soldiers fled, and Han soldiers fled more and more blatantly.
The Mongolian soldiers at the back finally found the deserters of the Han soldiers. They did not give any warning. They used their bows and arrows. When another soldier ran away, they were immediately shot into hedgehogs by their arrows.
Faced with the threat of death, the Han soldiers became docile again.
The Han soldiers who were hesitant and slow in their actions were all given horsewhips and even knives from the Mongols. The soldiers of the Han army exerted their usual patience to the extreme. Except for scolding their mothers in their hearts, they all covered their wounds and rushed to the front of the team desperately, hoping that the Mongols' whips and scimitars would not fall on their own again next time. Body.
"They are not worthy of calling people at all. They will only use swords and guns at the Han people. In front of the Mongols, they are completely docile dogs. Two hundred people were driven away by fifty Mongols." Du Wenhuan was angry, "Don't worry about them. It’s not a Han, as long as it enters the range of the flintlock, it will be shot immediately."
Driven by the Mongolian soldiers' whips and scimitars, the Han soldiers quickened their pace. They held knives in both hands, stared and opened their mouths, shouting and rushing towards the Ming army like the Mongols.
"Shooting." Du Wenhuan saw that the Han soldiers had entered the range of the flintlock rifle, and immediately issued an order. In the city, there is no need to worry about them escaping. It is estimated that the four city gates are now under the control of the Ming army.
"boom."
"boom."
"boom."
…
Nearly three hundred flintlocks fired almost at the same time.
The ruthless bullets were shot at the ruthless Han soldiers.
The dozens of Han soldiers rushing forward, one after another, fell to the hard ground. The infantry's speed is so slow that they can't escape the flintlock bullets.
The undead soldiers of the Han army rolled on the ground, crying like a wolf. If you don't look at their costumes, you really think they are Mongols or Jurchens.
The flintlocks in the second row did not sound. After the Han soldiers in front fell, the wise Han soldiers behind did not dared to rush forward anymore. Instead, they retracted one by one and withdrew from the flintlock. The range of the gun.
In the face of mass casualties, they felt that the Mongol whips and scimitars were no longer as scary as before.
"A useless Han dog!" The Mongolian soldier cursed, and the whip fell on the body and head of the Han soldier nearby. Several Han soldiers had their arms and thighs cut off by machetes.
As soldiers, they are brave to rush to the Ming army, but they have to face the deaths in pieces; it is a shame to escape back, and they have to face even more shameful whips and scimitars.
The front Han soldiers retreated, but the last Han soldiers rushed over, and the two torrents squeezed the Han soldiers in the middle of the line together.
The Han army soldier’s ranks were originally rectangular columns, but now they are squeezed into an ellipse, but the two focal points of this ellipse are not on the front and back, but on the left and right. The Han soldiers are now a horizontal ellipse. .
The last few Mongols murmured a few words, and immediately a few Mongol soldiers wielded their whips and drew them at the Han soldiers in the middle of the road: "Get out of the way, you rubbish, Han dogs, you only deserve to do it. Our coating."
The soldiers of the Han army retreated to both sides, letting out the road in the middle, and an ellipse became two semicircles.
"Da da da."
The Mongolian cavalry speeded up, and after cursing the Han soldiers, they prepared to go on their own.
The Mongolian cavalry ran faster and faster, and they increased the speed of the horses to the limit. Although they only had fifty rides, the horses galloping vigorously, coupled with the dust brought up by the horses' hoofs, still made the Han soldiers on both sides of the road look scared.
The Mongolian cavalry did not hesitate, they swooped at the Ming army like a pack of wolves, without paying attention to the gunmen and guards of the Ming army at all.
"Shoot." Du Wenhuan gave the order again. The Mongolian cavalry was not far away. As soon as the horses accelerated, they immediately entered the flintlock range.
"boom."
"boom."
"boom."
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Three hundred flintlocks formed a dense firepower net in front of the Mongol cavalry. Unless it is a sparrow, and luck is particularly good, it can avoid the flintlock bullets.
Where the Han soldiers fell, it seemed that they were competing with the Han soldiers for the right to sleep on the land. Most of the Mongolian soldiers flew off their horses rushingly, not afraid of falling their necks.
The Lordless Warhorse didn't know what had happened, they were looking for their master anxiously. An old horse found his master by the smell. He put his nose in front of his master's face, and then stuck out his tongue, licking off the dirt that had just been stained on his master's forehead, but his master closed his eyes tightly and never again. Can't feel the warmth of the old horse.
The corpses of Mongolian soldiers and Han soldiers were stacked on top of each other. Mongolian wounded soldiers and Han soldiers were entangled in tumbling. The blood of Mongolian soldiers and Han soldiers were mixed together. The roar of Mongolian soldiers and Han soldiers The screams of the soldiers are intertwined, and at this moment, they are brothers of flesh and blood.
The Mongolian soldiers behind only heard gunshots and did not see the flying bullets. They did not slow down their horse speed at all, and they continued to rush towards the Ming army with their bows and arrows in their hands. As long as they were in range, their arrows would shoot towards Ming Jun’s head, chest and throat.
Mongolian soldiers are much braver than Han soldiers, and they really have reasons to mock and spur the cowardice of Han soldiers.
Du Wenhuan most hopes to meet a courageous opponent. If the Mongols knew how to flee like Yue Tuo, his soldiers would not be able to catch up. Moreover, his soldiers are now mainly infantry, and there is no pursuit at all.
Another wave of flintlocks, 300 rounds faster than Mongolian horses.
With people and horses, the remaining Mongolian soldiers fell faster and worse than before. The smaller the number, the more bullets each person will get.
There were no Mongolian soldiers on the horses anymore. The Ming army switched to shooting, sporadic bullets, aimed at the Mongolian soldiers who had suffered minor injuries. They endured the pain and were getting up to look for their horses.
"Stop shooting." Du Wenhuan saw that the Mongolian soldier was almost injured, and he did not want to waste ammunition.
The sparse gunfire finally subsided, but the gunmen still held their guns and aimed at the Mongolian wounded soldiers. As long as they could stand up, they would be greeted by a group of flintlocks.
The infantry behind the gunmen skillfully formed a three-person team to harvest the head of the Mongolian soldiers.
Including the casualties of the Han soldiers, there were only a hundred people. In less than half a time, the Ming army had classified them. On the left is a human head, and on the right is a headless corpse.
The living soldiers of the Han army were dumbfounded. They never thought that the Ming army was so quick to kill, and that it was killing the extremely fierce Mongolian soldiers.
Fear, they only feel fright now. The legs of some Han soldiers have already begun to tremble, even trembling as if they were sifting chaff.
In addition to fear, it is regret. They began to believe the words of Jianghu. If God gives another chance, they will desperately kill several Mongols.
There is never a regret medicine in the world.
God did not give them a chance.
Du Wenhuan waved his hand, and the Ming army ran to surround the remaining Han soldiers, with the black muzzle of the flintlock pointed at their heads and chests.
Before Du Wenhuan could speak, the scimitars in the hands of the Han soldiers began to fall to the ground, one, two... countless, in front of death, in front of a powerful enemy, they once again collectively chose to kneel down.
The fighting power of the Ming army was so shocking that they were still ignorant until now. If such a Ming army came to Liaodong earlier, they would not have exhausted the pain of building slaves, and they would not need to betray Daming.
Unfortunately, the facts once again prove that there is no if.
"Tied them up." Du Wenhuan didn't have time to pay attention to the thoughts of these Han soldiers. The battle was over and they had lost the opportunity to serve the Ming army. Moreover, they had just pulled out a scimitar and pointed at the Ming army. Although it did not cause actual damage to the Ming army, the enemy of the Ming army who dared to shine a knife on the Ming army.
The soldiers of the Han army did not resist any resistance. They were more docile than sheep, hens, and cattle with iron rings in their noses. The soldiers of the Ming army were allowed to tie them one by one. Some soldiers of the Han army even twisted their bodies and cooperated very well. The army’s bundling operation.
Du Wenhuan shook his head straight. He had never seen such a weak opponent, or that it was him and a shame for the Ming army to treat these people as opponents.
According to Du Wenhuan's original intention, these Han people who didn't use any spine were no longer worthy of being called. They lost all the faces of the Han people. Only when they slashed them can they relieve their anger.
But Zhu Youjian has already heard that Liaodong wants to build a concrete road on a large scale, and is now short of manpower, asking them to escort the soldiers from Liaodong to Ningyuan to build the road.
In the battle of Liaodong until now, Jian slaves and Mongolian soldiers died in battle, but were severely wounded and cut to the first level. They did not drop their troops at all.
These Han people are greedy for life and fear of death, and will only use knives and guns against their fellow Han compatriots who sympathize with them, but they are obedient to those who bully them. Not only do they do not resist, they also rarely display the greatest endurance of mankind, that is, people sleep. With his wife, sisters, daughters, and even his mother, he can smile big teeth at others.
In Du Wenhuan's eyes, they are just talking beasts. They are not good at being human. But building roads for Daming is the best choice.
Du Wenhuan murmured in his heart: The emperor is far away in the capital, how did he know that there are livestock suitable for road construction in Liaodong
Du Wenhuan didn't think about this question for a while, and he didn't have time to think about it.
There are also Mongolian soldiers in Quang Ninh City, and Quang Ninh City has not been officially labeled as Daming.