More and more trench cars opened the bridge deck and built passive bridges on the first trench. More and more coats were carrying the hook ladder forward.

The rocket flew up again and shot towards Jiannu's trench bridge and car, but the rocket landed on the bridge deck was kicked and stomped out by the rushing coat.

All the light cannons on the Ming army's positions were loaded with sorrow... ammunition, and the projectiles shot at the enemy like raindrops. The light and heavy muskets also shot round by round, knocking the coats to the ground.

A group of black thunders rose from the position and hit the enemy. After a while, explosions came one after another, and as the firelight burst out and smoke rose, the enemy's screams were endless.

Boom, boom, boom... The cannons on the top of the city roared, and the shells passed by more than a hundred meters, either destroyed the cart or smashed Jiannu into a row of flesh and blood.

The enemy and us were shooting frantically. The Ming army, which had chest walls and trenches as support, also had an advantage in firearms and caused greater casualties to the enemy.

But the trench bridge still played a great role, and the number of hook ladder bridges was increasing. Compared with the first attack, Jiannu's new tactics seemed to have good results.

Boom, boom, boom... The sound of cannons was about to attack, and the red cannons on the city also roared. Larger and more powerful shells crossed the trench bridge, chariots, and Jiannu and Baoyi in front of them, smashed towards the Jiannu armored soldiers who were dispatched.

The trajectory of the shells was low and flat, like stones jumping on the water, rising and falling continuously on the hard frozen land, and at an extremely fast speed, a blood alley was created among the Jiannu Armored Soldiers.

What shields and heavy armor are like paper-paste under the shells fired by the Red Cannon, they are vulnerable.

The shells were not blocked by a pile of snow until the armored soldiers lined through the armored soldiers line. At this time, there were lagging screams and wailings in the armored soldiers lined.

Nurhaci clenched his teeth, and Fan Wencheng's face was also gloomy. Although he had seen the power of such cannons on the Ming army city, they still made them feel sad.

Tong Yangxing frowned, and his confidence when he went to war was gone. Whether it was power or quantity, Ning Yuan's artillery made him palpitations and fear.

Especially this kind of artillery that was far-fighted and powerful was simply a nightmare and was entangled with him.

Another shell flew over, and Tong Yangxing's eyes couldn't help but narrow. The flesh and blood flew across the armored soldiers, and another trajectory of death.

"What kind of artillery is this? It's so powerful?" Nurhaci asked in a deep voice, but it seemed to be talking to himself.

Tong Yangxing didn't know. Nurhaci had asked him once before, but he couldn't think of it, and he still didn't know it now.

Nurhaci may also know that no one would answer, so after asking, he immediately straightened his waist and focused on the fierce battle.

Just under the bombardment of this powerful artillery, the officers and soldiers wearing heavy armor and holding shields were as vulnerable as paper.

Whether it is Batulu who has experienced many battles or the new recruits who have just started on the battlefield, death is treated equally. The old slave thinks this is unfair, but there is nothing he can do about it.

The officers who participated in Linggebuku, Shitku, Zuolingubashi, Gulang, Bayanga... These are just what Nurhaci can record, and there are far more than this.

In front of the whistling shells and in front of the lead shells that are shot, life is the same, no high or low. While Nurhaci felt regretful, he could only comfort himself by saying that "the general is bound to die in front of the battlefield."

The battle continued. Although the Ming army was preparing to retreat, with the support of artillery on the city, the counterattack with grenadier vehicles, light artillery and light and heavy muskets as weapons was still fierce.

There was no face-to-face battle, just a battle between bows and arrows and firearms, and the bird guns of the Han soldiers were also sparse, which was obviously at a disadvantage.

Because most of the car was damaged, the coats and archers who had no cover suffered heavy losses under the attack of cannons and muskets.

Fortunately, the trench is no longer an obstacle. Although the bridge built by the hook ladder is not stable, it does not form a wide front like the trench bridge.

The armored soldiers finally rushed up. In addition to armored soldiers, they also equipped with shields, hoping to reduce the damage of the enemy's sharp firearms.

The bridge built by the hook ladder was too long and was bent out of an arc by the heavily armored Jiannu, making a creaking sound.

With a click, a hook ladder was overwhelmed and suddenly broke from the middle. Three armored soldiers fell into the trench where the pinnacles were arranged, and inhuman screams sounded from the bottom of the ditch.

The armored soldiers did not dare to climb the ladders continuously again, which limited the number of people's attacks. Under the lead bullets that the Ming army kept firing, they fell into stagnation again.

Armored soldiers were constantly hit by heavy muskets and fell to the ground in the splash of flesh and blood. Each roar of artillery brought death and injury.

The muskets on the Ming army's positions seemed to be firecrackers set off during the New Year, and they seemed to be shooting without stopping. The white smoke rose and became thicker, and soon covered the front of the position. The flashing flames during shooting were not so clear.

Screams kept ringing around him, and Jia Bingmu Husa swallowed his saliva hard, his throat drying like fire. Niu Lue really roared in command, but just let him move forward mechanically, but his mind was almost blank.

Varkha died. He was a white-armored veteran. He had been through war and had received rewards from the Khan.

It was also this white-armored veteran who encouraged him with confidence when he was timid, "Hangou's firearm is not very powerful. He can kill them by rushing up and he doesn't even dare to return his head."

However, with every archery shot, and close combat, Valkha, who could beat several close combat, his idol and pillar were smashed to his head in front of him, and the iron helmet seemed to be useless at all.

Not only Valkha, but also Harhan, who was as strong as a cow, always told him on the way to grab silk and go back and make clothes for his wife.

Now, Harhan can no longer nag. While moving forward, a fierce shell hit him, smashing Harhan into a pile of rotten meat...

Thinking of the pile of rotten flesh mixed with internal organs and feces, Muhusa's abdomen churned violently again, and the Adam's apple couldn't help but roll up and down.

The gunshots on the opposite side became sparse, the cold wind swept away the smoke, the scenery gradually became clear, and Niu Lu'er's real howling sounded more vividly.

The comrades in front stepped on the hook ladder and crossed the trench, and his heavy armored figure looked a little clumsy. It was his turn, and Muhusa swallowed again, making such a loud "gurgle".

Stepping on the two hook ladders that were stacked together, Muhusa carefully protected the shield in front of her and walked forward step by step.

The trench was too wide, and the solid hook ladder that could have climbed the city wall was trembling. Below - Muhusa didn't dare to look closely. The sharp wooden stakes would make his legs and feet weak and his heart was pounding.

The roar suddenly broke out, and the brief pause was just to make the field of view clear. There was such a flaw in using black gunpowder, and the smoke when the musket gun was fired.

There were hundreds of flashing fires, many, many, Muhusa could only describe them in poor language. In the rising white smoke, he saw the enemy opposite him.

The head with an iron helmet stretched out fortifications, a neck and a little shoulder, and the dark and cold iron face was painted with unknown patterns, a bit like the shaman's face painted with oil.

Wow! A strong lead bullet hit Muhusa's shield. Even if he was prepared, the huge impact made him tilt and retreat. And he was only one step ahead of the trench.

The severe pain from his arm made Muhusa scream, and another lead ejected, hitting the shield again. Muhusa could no longer hold back and fell down the trench as he turned.

With a cold and emotional gaze, Muhusa saw the enemy who was shooting again when she fell...

The severe pain interrupted Muhusa's thinking. He screamed for a long time, but only his hands and feet could move. Two sharp wooden stakes as thick as guns pierced through his body, and the weight of his body made him sink continuously.

Muhusa looked at the bloody spikes that were growing longer and longer on her left abdomen with extreme fear and despair, and then she shone an inhuman howl again with her face.

Is the sky blue, is it smoke or white clouds floating? As the blood gushed out, Muhusa's voice became lower and lower, and his consciousness became blurry. Another armored soldier fell from above, bringing him permanent darkness.

The casualties are increasing. The closer they get to the position of the Ming army, the greater the power of muskets and cannons. Not only are heavy muskets invincible, but light muskets can also cause damage to armored soldiers.

Nurhaci listened to the continuous rewards of the Explosive Cavalry and ordered the suspension of the attack several times, but decided to hold on.

The reason is very simple. The cost of casualties is not ineffective. The Ming army is constantly retreating and attacking the city has hope.

Fan Wencheng was also in tension and contradiction, and sweat beads poured out of his pores and slowly flowed along his face. Every time he responded to the rider, his lips were shaking violently, and his eyes flashed with anxiety and panic.

Nurhaci's temper is furious and sometimes he loses his mind. What if he is angry with him? The consequences are serious, Fan Wencheng dare not imagine.

"Report to King Khan, our army has seized the first fortification of the enemy." The explorer once again responded to the Pegasus. As soon as he finished the good news, he reported the bad news again, "Shenling Damubu, Zuling Zhuona, and Baisangwu were killed."

The Later Jin army was divided into Eight Banners, and the banner leader was Gushan Ezhen, with the Five Sect Leaders (la later changed to Jiala, the third rank), and was already a senior officer.

The flesh on Nurhaci's face hopped twice, and waved his hand and said in a deep voice: "Try again."

Under the sedation of force, the people around him could hear Nurhaci's voice trembling a little. Since the rebellion of Ming Dynasty, so many generals have been killed in one battle, this is the first time.

Regret, angry, and a little helpless, this is what Nurhaci feels now.

When Nurhaci's eyes turned to Tong Yangxing, Tong Yangxing immediately bowed and asked, "King Khan, please send the last general to lead the Han soldiers to attack the city with artillery."

"Go!" A hint of admiration flashed in Nurhaci's eyes, and his tone of speech was slightly relaxed.

Based on the power and range of Ming army artillery, and the advantage of being condescending, it can be said that it is a very dangerous and arduous task to bombard these old artillery.

Tong Yangxing was able to volunteer, but his courage still comforted the old slave.

After receiving the order, Tong Yangxing rode his horse away. He didn't have much time, so he led the Han soldiers to push the cannon and marched into Ningyuan City.

At this time, a roar suddenly broke out from the head of Ningyuan City, and the artillery guns opened fire violently, launching a head-on blow to the attacking enemy.

Nurhaci frowned, but then slowly relaxed. He guessed that this was a firepower cover, allowing the Ming army outside the city to retreat smoothly into the city.

In fact, this is true. The Ming army gave up the positions outside the city and did not give Jiannu a chance to fight in close combat, and all retreated into the city.

But retreat does not mean failure, nor does it mean danger; for Jiannu, it is not the dawn of victory, but the beginning of a more cruel and bloody nightmare.

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Boom, boom, boom...

The continuous explosion sounded like thunder on a sunny day, and balls of black smoke rose in the shining fire.

"Wow!" Sahalian called out softly, stretched out his hand to stroke the horse's head, sootheing the restless war horse.

The horse's hooves were dug to the ground and sprayed thick air, and they quickly settled down. But Sahalian's mood was difficult to calm down, and he was even more anxious than the horse's.

According to Nurhaci's arrangement, Dai Shan led the two flags of Zhenghong and the red flags, and the Meng and Han vassals stationed in Fuzhou and suppressed the Ming army.

The so-called military pressure is to deter the Ming army from taking advantage of the main force of the Later Jin Dynasty to go deep into southern Liaoning.

Therefore, Dai Shan stationed the main force in Xinjin, while the forward was led by his son Sahalian and went forward to Shiheyi.

This is a relatively stable arrangement, which not only deters the Ming army from the brigade, but also takes into account the landing and harassment of the Ming army on the eastern coast.

Dai Shan thought that the Ming army would most likely use the benefits of the navy to land and harass, but he did not expect that the Ming army would dare to attack head-on, occupy Jinzhou first, and then attack Shiheyi.

Sahalian was surprised, but he knew that his army was good at fighting in the field, and defending the city was a weakness. Therefore, after receiving the report from the cavalry, he led his army out of the city to fight against the Ming army.

According to Sahalian's meaning, the Ming army's defense was quite powerful, but it would not be the opponent of the Iron Cavalry in the field.

But in fact, Sahalian was very depressed. The Ming army slowly approached along the official road, with cars and cannons as the first step, and fought and defended. They won several small victories in several contact battles, forcing Sahalian's troops to retreat continuously.

Several small losses were nothing, but Sahalian saw that the Ming army had a lot of troops and it was difficult to resist before the crowd gathered.

In history, the Ming army used this tactic at least twice. Although they ended in failure in the end, they both won small victories at the beginning.

Once, Zhang Chun led his army to aid Jinzhou in the Battle of Daling River. He won the first battle, but was defeated by the imitation of the Red Barbarian cannons of the Later Jin army;

Another time was when Hong Chengchou was in the Battle of Songshan to support Jinzhou. He also won several small victories at the beginning, but Huang Taiji saw the flaw of "focusing on power in the front and neglecting the back guard", and was trampled on the back and cut off the food route.

There are similar but not the same in history. Sahalian led a few people and it is difficult to stop the Ming army from the front. I don’t know if the Ming army’s rear guard is weak?

As a big roundabout attack, Sahalian never thought of his five thousand men. When he was intensifying Manpu and Changcheng with his father Daishan, he had seen the power of the Ming army's firearms and new tactics.
Chapter completed!