Although the Jurchen Cavalry leaves the horse, they run at first-rate speed. They charge, they are close to the range of the bow and arrow. The soldiers in the front have begun to shoot their bows and arrows. They estimate the distance and are ready to shoot arrows to the city to teach those who are crazy. Gunners.
"boom."
"boom."
"boom."
…
Before the arrows of the Jurchen soldiers were shot out, they fell to the place closest to the range of the bow and arrow.
Compared with the cavalry, the speed of the infantry is much slower, and it happens to be the target of the flintlock.
The undead soldiers, lying on the ground, looked up at the city, looked at the flintlock, and looked at the people holding the flintlock. In their pupils whose eyes were bigger than a horse’s eyes, they all wrote " The word "unwilling".
Infantrymen are much more flexible than war horses, and they are easier to avoid dead bodies on the ground.
The soldiers behind did not hesitate, they skipped from the corpse, or directly circumvented the corpse. The 60-step range of the bow and arrow was their biggest goal.
The Jurchen soldiers are brave and fearless, and succeed in succession.
But these brave soldiers fell in the city at sixty to one hundred steps, just outside the range of their bows and arrows.
The corpses on the ground were piled higher and higher. In the narrow space directly in front of the ladder, the corpses had been piled up to half a person's height. It was impossible to get through the gaps in the corpses. The Jurchen soldiers began to crawl over the pile of corpses.
Gita has been at the back of the team, watching the soldiers fall close to the range of the bow and arrow. He gritted his teeth with hatred, wishing to rush to the front of the team and personally lead his warriors through the flintlock. The obstruction of the gun.
But he is the supreme commander of this army, and in the face of death, he can only follow closely at the back of the team.
"what… "
Geeta had already come to the edge of the pile of corpses, seeing the corpses all over the floor, piled up like small hills, his eyes were about to fall off.
The corpses did pile up like a hill, and the living soldiers crawled slowly on the hill, as difficult as climbing Mount Everest.
"No, the Ming army's firepower is too strong, so quickly retreat."
Gita found out too late, and the soldiers on the "hill" would not be able to withdraw at all for a while, and they were all within the range of the flintlock, including Gita herself.
Geeta longed to rush to the front. When he came to the edge of the corpse pile, he didn't know that this was the normal range of the flintlock rifle. He was holding a machete and constantly issuing instructions, as if he was commanding operations. It's true that the gunmen of the Ming army have long been eyeing it.
"boom."
A flintlock bullet penetrated Gita's forehead and stayed in his skull.
The machete in Gita's hand fell to the ground suddenly, and the voice in her mouth suddenly stopped, as if it was stuck by a fishbone.
His figure shook twice, and his eyes suddenly disappeared, and his consciousness quickly faded faster than his eyes disappeared.
"Snapped!"
Gita tilted to the left and fell onto the pile of corpses, and the "hill" increased by half a foot.
"No, I'm really hurt."
The Jurchen soldiers in the neighborhood found Gita fell and wanted to come and help him, but the gunmen did not allow them to do so.
The Ming army on the head of the city was completely numb, and only the wriggling Jurchen soldiers in their eyes, mechanically repeating the same actions with both hands: reloading, aiming, and shooting.
Until Du Wenhuan shouted: "Stop shooting."
The gunmen's eyes moved to the surroundings of the "small hill".
All the Jurchen soldiers fell to the ground, and there were no soldiers who turned over or rolled. They could only yell in weak voices. Being weak is like not eating roast lamb for three days and drinking mare's milk wine for five days.
A Jiala cavalry, half an hour's time.
Mang Gurtai was mad, and his voice was hoarse: "Dantizen, four ladders from the left, Hulus, four ladders from the right, attack the city with all his strength."
He released all the main forces. The Jurchens fought and never left behind. He wanted to take advantage of the large number of people and get closer to the city gate as soon as possible.
Mang Gurtai made the final bet. Together with the former army, he has already lost 60% to 70% of the cavalry. This is the first face-to-face confrontation between him and the Ming army, and perhaps the last.
"Da da da… "
Nearly 3,000 war horses, more than 10,000 horse hooves hit the ground, hammering the heart of every soldier of the Ming army like a big drum.
The Ming army gunmen on the head of the city had never seen so many cavalry. The oncoming cold wind and the sound of "dongdong" crashed. They were so nervous that they held their breath and held Sui with both hands tightly. Fire the gun, for fear of a cold war accidentally, the weapon in his hand will be shaken by the sound of "dongdong".
"Boom... Long..."
"Boom... Long..."
"Boom... Long..."
…
The blooming bullets drew a beautiful arc, whizzing past the heads of the gunmen, and scattered among the Jurchen cavalry.
There are too many cavalry, sporadic blooming bullets, but a wave of blood red in the middle.
But the area where the bomb exploded would block the Jurchen cavalry for a moment, and the formation of the cavalry gradually became disorganized.
In this dense crowd, the tiger cannon has exerted its greatest power. The gunners don’t need to aim at all. Every solid bullet hits the ground, it will jump and roll forward, sweeping the people in a straight line in front of them cleanly. Until it stops completely.
The overturned cavalry became an obstacle to the advancement of other cavalry. The number of indirect injuries caused by the collision was far greater than the number of cavalry directly hit by a solid bullet.
Mangultai took the last hundreds of horses and followed far behind the cavalry. Although the casualties were high, none of the cavalry fled. This made him very satisfied. The combat effectiveness of Zhenglan Qi has always been his pride and rely.
From a thousand steps away to two or three hundred steps, the cavalry's attack was only a momentary thing. Although the Ming army's muzzle was adjusted appropriately, only three waves were fired, and the cavalry entered the blind zone of the artillery.
"Finally entered the blind zone of the artillery!" Mangguertai let out a sigh. He followed the footsteps of the cavalry, and unknowingly, he had stepped into a place less than a thousand steps away from the city wall.
The flower shells temporarily stopped firing, and only the tiger cannon was still breathing red flames.
The front of the Jurchen cavalry had reached the area a hundred steps away from the city wall.
The cavalry of the Danti Youth Division on the left has already been dismounted, preparing to pick up the ladder that was thrown on the ground.
"boom."
"boom."
"boom."
…
The flintlock had long been aimed at this area, and dozens of Jurchen soldiers who had just approached the ladder all fell in front of the ladder.
Dan Tiqing moved his horse forward and moved from the back of the team to the front. His soldiers had completely stopped. Without a ladder, the soldiers could not attack the city, and they would only be beaten for nothing if they were close to the city wall.
He looked at the top of the city, the gunmen of the Ming army leaned on the parapet like a rock, and the muzzles of the flintlocks were aimed at the city.
"The shield soldier dismounts and must lean the ladder against the wall, and the archer shoots arrows in front to cover the shield soldier behind." He threw himself out: "As long as we can kill the upper part of the city, the Ming Dynasty Tofu Army will collapse. A man who kills the head of the city, rewards a hundred cows and a thousand sheep, the most beautiful Han women in the city, let him choose ten."
"Kill! The Han woman belongs to me."
Hundreds of archers rushed out of the formation. They abandoned the ladder in front of them and clamored to directly kill the city wall. Only when they entered the range of sixty steps, their bows and arrows would be effective.
The Ming army's flintlock spear also abandoned the ladder, and the target was replaced by this cavalry.
The gunmen on the city’s head originally had a thousand people in each platoon. Now they are divided into two groups. Half of them are to deal with Hurus’s cavalry. Only half of the gunmen shoot at this cavalry. There are only 500 gunmen in each platoon, and the wall is so long. There are too many people to stay.
The cavalry in front of the horse fell, and it did not affect the cavalry behind. With the temptation of cattle, sheep and women, and about to enter the range of the bow and arrow, the Jurchen archers were panting and staring with blood-red eyes. They would not Take care of wounded soldiers on the ground.
Flintlock bullets, like locusts, fell from the city, and the Jurchen soldiers who were shot often had several bullets in their bodies. Even if they were not trampled by horses, it would be difficult for them to survive.
The horse rides like flying, and the speed of the bullet is even better.
The Jurchen Cavalry is a column, and the front of the impact is not wide. The five hundred gunmen on the city did not fire a volley. They took turns shooting. On the relatively narrow front, the bullets were fired at a smaller interval. In front of the Jurchen Cavalry, the intertwined firepower net was even greater. Dense.
The soldiers who fell on the horse did not need to make up their guns, they were all trampled to death by the horses behind them, and there were more and more unowned horses.
Dan Tiqing's heart had been mentioned in his throat a long time ago, and he was about to enter the range of the bow and arrow, but he couldn't pass this hurdle.
He glanced at the right side, Hulus's soldiers had all dismounted and started climbing along the ladder to the top of the city.
"Jita, this rubbish, if he had put the ladder against the city wall, we should have attacked the city." Dan Tiqing cursed, while urging the soldiers: "Hurry up, hurry up, if the people from Hulus go up to the city first. Head, you have nothing left."
Speaking of rewards-cows, sheep and women, the Jurchen cavalry seemed to be hit with duck blood, running rampant one by one.
"Swish, swish, swish..."
A small group of Jurchen archers finally broke through the blockade of the flintlocks and entered the long-awaited range of bows and arrows. They did not hesitate to shoot the arrows in their hands towards the city head, and then drew new arrows from the quiver behind. Ya, hit the bowstring.
They were all under the city, and they had just entered the range of their bows and arrows, and they could only use the method of throwing arrows at the head of the city.
"Chuck, Chuck..."
With the help of gravity, the arrow fell straight from the sky, cruelly piercing the arms and shoulders of Ming soldiers, and an arrow directly fell on a soldier's head and penetrated the skull from Parkway.
The wounded soldier covered the wound with his hands, grinned and retreated to the city, accepting the bandage.
With casualties, the gunmen of the Ming Army became nervous. They kept moving their positions to avoid the arrows falling from the sky.
Seeing arrows falling from the sky, Du Wenhuan frowned. He approached the buttress of the parapet wall and looked down the city.
Only dozens of cavalry were in the range of the bow and arrow, and the other cavalry were still blocked by the flintlock from the range of the bow and arrow.
With such a few buildup slaves, the Ming army was frightened. Du Wenhuan was furious: "Don't dodge arrows. The gunman on the left concentrates fire to eliminate these buildup slaves, and the gunman on the right continues to block the buildup cavalry behind."