"General, General, if you ask them to go forward, your servant's artillery will not be able to hit them. Besides, this artillery is also..."

"Fire the fire quickly, isn't this still possible to fight!!"

Abatai, with a pale face, cursed and whipped the horse whip in his hand. The whip with beef tendon and iron wire was immediately whipped when he whipped it. The artillery leader was immediately scattered with blood on his face, and he knew that he might be chopped off his head.

The artillery leader ran back again, and while running, he issued an order with a crying voice:

"Fire the gun, fire the gun..."

There was a loud bang, but the momentum was much smaller than before, but this sound was not the sound of firing. A general gun went off fire on the cannon array. In order to ensure the power of the launch, it was attacking the opponent's advance array rather than the city standing there. The launch frequency was too fast and the charge was not so even. Moreover, the launch speed was too fast for the artillery cast by the Tartars outside the pass.

The excessive charge and excessive firing speed finally reached its limit in the eighth round of shelling. After loading the gunpowder, it could not bear it. The gunpowder burned directly in the barrel and exploded quickly.

He directly pushed out the stick used to deliver ammunition and penetrated the loader in front of him. The loader was penetrated by a thick stick and could not survive, but he could not die for a while. The blood hole that was penetrated was bleeding profusely, and the loader rolled in front of the muzzle, screaming loudly in pain.

The temperature inside the gun barrel was too high, and the gunpowder was filled in and it was about to explode. This was exactly the same as the situation encountered by the Dengzhou army on the opposite side. It was only after the Dengzhou army fired ten guns, and the launch frequency here was not as good as the Dengzhou army, and the number of rounds launched was not as good as that of the Dengzhou army, but this happened early.

Although they are all handicraft workshops, the differences in quality are completely different, and the quality of weapons is of course very different.

Abatai, who was a certain distance from the cannon array, saw something wrong here, and the sound of drums echoed in his ears became more and more anxious. The expected cannon sound did not sound. General Abatai was ordered not to even let his personal soldiers check it out, but just ordered coldly:

"Tan Tai, take people to attack these madmen, break them apart, and clear them. Only then can we continue to fight his formation, or they will run away."

Tan Tai, the governor of the Huangqi, nodded immediately when he heard the order, and turned around and led his troops out, but thought of something. He turned around and said in a muffled voice:

"General, this is the national man of our Qing Dynasty. Don't use cannons to bombard them indiscriminately."

General Abatai's eyes twitched, but his face was still calm, and he waved his whip and scolded:

"But go, where does so much nonsense come from?"

Tan Tai made the words clear, and he was not worried that Abatai would lead his troops to his own regardless of the lives and death of the two yellow flags. Abatai was the leader of the artillery team who had been rammed before the artillery formation, kowtowed on the ground, begging for mercy and said:

"General, general, you can't fire any more fire, you can't fire any more fire. The barrel of the gun is too hot. If you are loading medicine and firing, you're afraid that the entire gun will explode."

Abatai was stunned for a moment, raised the whip in his hand, but did not fall down. He pulled out the knife hanging from the saddle with his back hand, threw it down suddenly, pierced the back of the commander of the artillery team, and after struggling for a few times, he couldn't survive.

"When you can fire the fire, fire it immediately, delay a minute, and go back and destroy your nine clans."

Abatai said coldly to the frightened artillery soldiers on the cannon formation, then rode back to the formation, raised his whip and waved it a few times, and spoke loudly:

"The young and old men of the Eight Banners did not have any firearms, but they also beat the Ming army to the fallen water. Emperor Taizu and the current emperors once brought their troops to attack the Ming army's firearm formation. One to ten, and they killed Ming dogs. How powerful was that? Today we have iron armor on our bodies and sharp blades in our hands. Why do we still have to be afraid behind the cannon, rush up, and completely kill all these Ming dogs!!"

He was full of energy. Although he was a little hoarse, everyone could hear it clearly. His morale was instantly mobilized by his words. Everyone of the Jurchen cavalry who had been behind raised their swords and shouted:

"Storm up, rush up, fight!!! Go to fight!"

For a moment, everyone's eyes were red, thinking that the Ming army that was fighting back then ran away with great might. We can do it, so why should we bear it so much and rush out to defeat them? It was also glorious after returning. Until now, no one felt that they would fail. From the beginning of the rebellion to the present victory, everyone's eyes have been blinded.

Abatai was very satisfied with his agitation. Just as he was about to order an attack, all his shouts were overwhelmed by a burst of rapid sounds and detonations...

The gap between the twelve-pound cannons was spacious enough for the cavalry. The cavalry led by the commander of the Zhenghuang Banner Tan Tai rushed out along the gap.

Facing the dense formation of the opponent holding a musket, the dense cavalry team that just now attacked the spear array would naturally not be used here. With the gaps in the artillery, the cavalry team was scattered and turned into a scattered formation. The commander of the Zhenghuang Banner Tan Tai was also a general who had fought old wars and entered the pass many times. Naturally, he understood this kind of dispatch. Tan Tai rushed out of the artillery place and immediately took the horses with his personal soldiers, letting the cavalry behind him rush forward, but he refused. He could not guarantee whether Abatai would fire behind him.

At this time, the musket array led by Zhao Neng had already entered within two hundred steps. The cannons roared and took the lives of their comrades in the queue. The array led by Zhao Neng was still moving forward steadily. At this time, the cannons did not start for a long time, and the footsteps of the musket soldiers became more stable.

After leaving the formation, the Jurchen cavalry suddenly dispersed and rushed forward. The cavalry had already blocked the artillery. Zhao Neng narrowed his eyes to calculate the distance, walked forward ten steps, stood up the axe and gun in his hand, inserted it to the ground, and issued a loud order:

"Stand up~~~~Confirm!" "Check the musket, ahead of the target!" "Play the wheel, wait for the order!"

Every word of his words, drums and flag bearers made corresponding actions. The musketeers were all focused at this time and were meticulously executed every order issued by Zhao Neng.

Check whether the fuse hanging on the beak hook is still burning, check whether the through bar has been pulled out of the barrel, and check whether your lead and gunpowder bags are in a fixed position.

Seeing that the cavalry on the opposite side was about to reach the range, Zhao Neng pulled out the axe gun inserted in the soil and raised it high, shouting:

“Prepare~~~~~Prepare!!”

The musket guns were flattened and aimed at the front. The Tartar cavalry ran into the range. Zhao Neng swung the axe gun in his hand forward fiercely, almost yelling out all the air in his lungs with this command:

"Open fire!!!"

The explosion that General Abatai heard was the first row of muskets in the musket team. This was the firing when the Jurchen cavalry entered the edge of the maximum range of the muskets in Jiaozhou Camp.

Many Tartar cavalry thought they would be safe because the Ming army opened fire too early. In those battles just now, the musket soldiers fired at 80 and 60 steps, which made them wrongly judge the range of the musket.

After the explosion, the cavalry rushing in front trembled and fell directly from the horse. The Taurus cavalry who were not hit were also urged to beat the horses in a crazy manner and rushed to the front in the gap.

The second row of muskets fired, and the cavalry's vanguard rushed to ninety steps, the third row of muskets fired, eighty-five steps, and the fourth row of muskets fired, eighty-five steps.

After four rows of musket wheels were shot, the bodies of people and horses were already lying on the ground at eighty steps away from the musket. But for the Tartars, the opportunity also came, and they beat the horses desperately.

When the distance was seventy steps, the first row of muskets fired again...
Chapter completed!