However, the Karaqin people who had launched a general attack did not seem to believe in evil. Those who were lucky enough to survive saw the artillery at the mountain pass having fired a round, and immediately howled and rushed forward.

Including the Karaqin cavalry who had been cautiously following the arrow array, they seemed to have suddenly gone crazy at this time, beating their horses with all their strength and running towards the mountain pass with joyful cries.

Yang Zhen could not understand their howls at first, but looking at the looks of some of the Karaqin nobles who were directing the charge, he roughly guessed what they meant. They were probably shouting: The cannons of this group of bandits are hitting

It’s passed, it’s useless, hurry up!

This is the artillery commonly used by the Han people, and it left an impression on these Karaqin Mongolian cavalry.

As early as the second year of Chongzhen, when the Manchu Tatars were still Jurchen Tatars, the Haraqin cavalry acted as guides for the Jurchen Tatars, leading the Jurchen Tatars to break through the Great Wall defense line around Jibei and rush into the capital of the Ming Dynasty.

After that, the Jurchen Tatars detoured to Karaqin. Under the leadership of the Karaqin people, they tore apart the Great Wall defense line defended by heavy artillery again and again, and went to the pass to burn, kill and loot.

Now among the Karaqin cavalry, many of them have seen the three-bladed ax of the Ming army's artillery. Even if they have not seen it with their own eyes, many of them have heard it talked about by their fathers and brothers.

Many of these people know that the Han artillery is useless after one round. It needs to be cooled down, the barrel needs to be cleaned, and it needs to be reloaded. After thirteen moves at a time, they would have rushed over on their fast horses.

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At that time, the gunners who fired the cannons will be defenseless and will have no other choice but to run away.

This is what their ancestors did. As soon as they withstood the first round of bombardment, they launched a charge, and it was indeed very effective.

The famous Jizhen border troops of the Ming Dynasty all looked like this, not to mention this group of Han bandits on Qifeng Mountain!

Burgadu, who was following the Karaqin cavalry brigade from a distance, thought so. Unfortunately, he never understood that the horse thieves on Qifeng Mountain were not the only people he faced.

Of course, even if he broke his head, he wouldn't have thought that there was a power hidden in it that he couldn't afford to offend.

Therefore, the more carefully he deployed, the more powerful he mobilized, and the more energetic he was in shouting and directing from behind, the more his actions played into Yang Zhen's hands.

There were two Tiger Crouching Cannons that needed to be cleaned and reloaded, and two Folang Machines also needed to replace their sub-cannons, including the Nine-Headed Birds, which also needed to be reloaded, so after one round, they all stopped as expected.

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Even the large number of grenadiers commanded by Li Lu, after collectively revealing the first round of flying generals, had a brief process of retrieving and burning bombs.

However, this momentary pause in firepower output gave the Karaqin cavalry on the mountain road endless courage. A large number of cavalry waved their scimitars, shouted and rushed over the corpses that had fallen on the mountain road in front of the formation.

However, their ending was destined to be tragic, because the "horse thieves team" they imagined on the opposite side was not just a few cannons.

At this moment, in Yang Zhen's team, in addition to still having a large number of musketeers ready to attack, there are also many tens of thousands of enemies specially prepared for moments like this.

These iron barrels made of Songshan's new granular black powder are much smaller than the clay pots or even clay pots filled with tens of kilograms of ordinary black powder in the past, but they are much more powerful.

How many times.

Haraqin's cavalry roared with their horseshoes and roared closer and closer. Li Lu suddenly shouted. Several grenadiers held sparking match ropes and quickly ignited an enemy weapon, and then drove it from the mountain pass.

Pushed down.

Then the second one, then the third one, finally the fourth one, the fifth one...

This iron bucket-shaped enemy is just like the cylindrical paint bucket of later generations. It is smaller than the common gasoline bucket and is the same size as a water bucket.

It's just that what's inside is not paint or water, but a lot of loose lead bullets, iron horns, and caltrops.

Those strange-shaped lead bullets that were of poor quality compared to other muskets could not be used, so they were all eliminated and selected for use in flying generals and ten thousand enemies. They came in handy and saved the need for refining.

But it was said that Li Lu's team in charge of tens of thousands of enemies took advantage of the opportunity of reloading the ammunition of the artillery pieces and launched the tens of thousands of enemies they had brought with them one after another.

The tens of thousands of enemies with blank eyes rolled down the hillside to the feet of the Haraqin cavalry.

These Karaqin cavalrymen were charging with great joy. They did not take this rolling thing with white smoke to their heart, and they jumped over it in an instant.

The sound of horse hoofbeats was getting closer and closer, eighty steps, fifty steps, thirty steps. The Karaqin people seemed to be winning in sight. Yang Zhen could even clearly see the ferocious faces and bald pigtails of the Karaqin knights who were charging forward.

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At this moment, the crowd of Karaqin cavalrymen who were speeding up and swarming up the mountain road suddenly made a loud and earth-shattering noise.

Immediately, a Karaqin knight and his horse suddenly jumped into the air. The horse split in the air and flesh and blood flew everywhere, while the knight fell heavily to the ground and passed out.

Just after the explosion of the first one, which was worth tens of thousands of people, the second, third, fourth, and fifth, one after another, rolled to the expected position, and violent explosions occurred immediately.

For a moment, the earth trembled, the mountains shook, and sand flew and rocks flew.

Yang Zhen covered his ears and squatted behind the parapet bunker, avoiding the earth and rocks flying everywhere. He looked up and saw the stunned faces of the new musketeers and grenadiers. He was completely satisfied with the power of the current ten thousand enemy.

Awesome.

"Musketeers! Fire! Musketeers! Fire! Yang Shen! Tell your musketeers to fire..."

As soon as the explosions came to an end, Yang Zhen immediately shouted again and conveyed his orders specifically to the novices who were stunned by the violent explosions just now.

The musketeers led by Zhang Chen, Zhang Guogan, and Yang Zhen didn't have to worry at all. They had seen too many explosions from tens of thousands of enemies, and they had covered their ears in advance. When the remaining enemies were within the best range, they would immediately stand up and fire.

Gun shooting.

However, the novices under Yang Shen had never seen such a battle scene. The artillery had just opened fire, and when the grenadiers dropped the first round of bombs, the enemy was still far away, and they still wanted to watch the fun.

But at this moment, facing the explosion of ten thousand enemies, and the sight of a large number of surviving Karaqin cavalry still charging desperately, many people were stunned and had completely forgotten the matchlock guns they were holding.

Yang Zhen's loud shout reminded Yang Shen, and he immediately yelled at his men, running forward and back, pushing and kicking the new musketeers to the parapet bunker, and commanded them to move towards the incoming wall.

The enemy fired.

Of course, Yang Zhen himself was not to be outdone. He reached out and took the musket that Ma Keqing had loaded for him. He immediately stood up and lay on the parapet, and fired hard at another group of Karaqin cavalry who rushed into the shooting range.

trigger.

The flint fixed on the faucet iron struck the anvil above the Rumi gunfire door and set off a string of sparks. The sparks fell into the fire door and immediately detonated the gun.

A lead bullet flew out at high speed and went straight into the crowd of Haraqin cavalry who were charging towards them not far away. A knight instantly fell on his back and fell off his horse.

Later, Yang Zhen's ears began to function poorly and he could no longer hear the sounds outside. He could only hear a buzzing tinnitus.

You must know that the firing of Lumi gun, including the firing of other matchlock guns of this era, is very different from the rifles of later generations. It cannot be pressed close to the ear or face, otherwise such consequences will occur.

Of course, this was not the first time this happened to Yang Zhen, so his temporary deafness did not make him panic. Instead, he escaped the seemingly endless attack of loud noises that followed.

After the musketeers completed a round of musket and shell offensive, the grenadiers immediately threw out the air generals in their hands in rows.

When the flying general's offensive was over, the artillery pieces were loaded, and they immediately opened fire, followed by another shotgun attack.

After the few artillery pieces fired the second round, the musketeers also finished loading, then raised their guns and opened fire, firing out the second round of musket shells.

After Yang Zhen finished his shot, he just smiled and looked at the battlefield in front of him through the bursts of white smoke.

Watching a flying general explode in the middle of the Haraqin cavalry, watching the shotgun fired by the Fo Lang machine and the Crouching Tiger cannon harvesting a group of people, watching the mountain road covered with the dying bodies of the Harqin cavalry.

The struggle.

After half an hour passed, the battlefield finally became calm. Not only was there no longer a standing Karaqin cavalry on the mountain road in front, but there was also no shadow of the Karaqin sword and shield hand on the ridge in front of the left.

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The Karaqin cavalry galloping along the mountain road, no matter how unbelieving they are, no matter how strong and brave they are, facing such terrain and such firepower output, their lives will be in vain.

When the smoke in front of the formation dissipated, there was silence between heaven and earth, as if even the sound of the wind at the mountain pass no longer existed.

Zhang Chen, Li Lu, Yang Shen, and Deng En all had smiles on their faces. One after another, they ran to Yang Zhen and loudly reported the good news to him.

Yang Zhen shook his head vigorously, again and again, and suddenly heard Li Lu's voice: "Sir, look, the Karaqin people have withdrawn! This time they really withdrew! We won! Hahahaha!

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Li Lu spoke loudly, laughed loudly, and pointed to the west with his hand, as if he had seen some wonder.

Yang Zhen looked in the direction of his finger and saw water splashing on the Laohua River in the distance. A group of Karaqin cavalry was crossing the river. Then he looked to the west and saw the leading group that had already crossed the river was riding towards the river.
Chapter completed!