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Chapter 695 Abnormal!
"Anyone who dares to be shy and disobedient to military orders will be punished immediately."

The generals at all levels in Liu Zhaoji's battalion shouted orders, and the soldiers of the army also guarded their positions strictly, waiting for the Tartars from the opposite side to slowly approach, with heavy breathing one after another.

Many of the soldiers under his command have many years of combat experience. Whether they are fighting against the bandits or fighting against the Tartars in Liaodong, they are not particularly panicked, and most of them look calm. It's just that the sound of breathing became thicker.

"Tom!"

Just when the Tatar soldiers approached to a distance of [-] steps, suddenly, a trumpet from the central army sounded!
As the commander of a town, watching the flag and listening to orders is not difficult for the lieutenant general and the flag bearer. Countless flag bearers will immediately turn their heads to look at the top of the mountain, waiting for the next military order from the general.

At this time, the passionate drums sounded suddenly behind the formation of the slave army, and countless Tartar soldiers began to shout loudly in the Tartar language, and the densely packed shield chariots also began to accelerate, with countless flags flying in the wind behind them, and they rushed towards the Ming army's position with all their strength. come.

Liu Zhaoji, the General Soldier of Liaodong, was standing on his horse with a burly figure. He was wearing a thick iron armor, staring at the Tartar army formation opposite with a heavy face, and did not give orders for a long time.

Countless soldiers of the Ming army looked at their team officers, and all the generals watched nervously at the position of the central army, anxiously waiting for their own fate, waiting for the fate of the army.

When the densely packed Tatar shield chariots rushed to a distance of [-] paces, suddenly, the flag of the Chinese army was in a hurry, and a shrill swan sound sounded far away, and gradually spread throughout the entire Ming army's front.

"Boom...boom...boom..."

The chariots of the Ming army fired at the same time, and the black powder burned to produce a large amount of thick white smoke, which continued to rise, and under the scorching sun, it immediately filled the front of the entire infantry line.

Big and small cannons blasted away, and for a while, there was a loud sound of smashing the shield car, with blood mist rising in between, and wounded Tartar soldiers kept wailing.

The shield carts of the Tartars who were constantly pushing in front of them were hit by the projectiles of the Frang machine, and sawdust flew across the board. The wooden boards in front of many shield carts were full of holes that had been pierced.

"Boom..." There was a loud noise.

The front panel of a Tathie's shield vehicle suddenly exploded, and the iron ball projectile pierced through the panel and continued to roll forward. The heads of two Qing soldiers were directly hit, shattered immediately, and the slurry splashed everywhere.

The sounds of the shield chariot being hit and pierced were heard one after another, and many of the Tartar soldiers hiding behind were also hit. For a while, there were constant wailing and screaming, and the mist of flesh and blood sprayed everywhere.

And the high-speed projectile, after hitting the shield, produced a large number of sharp wood chips, which also flew around at a great speed, causing secondary damage to the Tatar soldiers around the shield vehicle.

Most of the Tatar soldiers hiding behind the shield chariots were lightly armored archers, or unarmored bannermen, coated minions, etc., and their protection was insufficient.

excited.The sharp debris from the shot flew around like a powerful arrow, and their faces were covered with sharp debris, either stabbed or scratched, and blood flowed profusely immediately.

Many people raised their hands to cover their heads and faces, and there were indescribable wailing and screams, and some even knelt on the ground, trembling and twitching in pain.

When firing at the first level of the chariots in front of the Ming army's infantry, the Frang machines all fired projectiles that weighed one or two catties. These Frang machine guns were almost all aimed at the shield vehicles, and they were fired flat.

No matter how thick the shield in front of the Tartar shield chariot is, even if it is covered with leather and quilts, a big hole will come out as soon as it is hit. Flying shots, the Tartar archers behind the shield chariot were either killed or injured, making a mess.

The sound of the swan trumpet on the Ming army's position sounded again, but this time it was the Baizi blunderbuss and the little Frang machine firing together, a large number of projectiles weighing one catty or five taels, and countless dense circles of lead roared out of the blunderbuss' mouth .

"...Boom...Boom...Boom...Boom...Boom...Boom...Boom..."

The big and small cannons on the chariots in front of the Ming army array roared, and pieces of flames continued to flash, accompanied by large puffs of thick white smoke instantly rising, floating upward and around.

Looking down from Liu Zhaoji's position, the chariot array seemed to be covered in smoke, and the choking smell of gunpowder smoke had faintly passed into his nostrils.

Liu Zhaoji turned his head to look at the Tatars' position in front again, the large number of shield vehicles turned into waste vehicles in an instant, a hundred blunderbusses can hold over a hundred lead, ten blunderbusses can be over a thousand, a hundred blunderbusses can That is more than [-] pieces of lead.

However, Liu Zhaoji has more than a hundred chariots and is equipped with more than a hundred blunderbusses. Used in conjunction with the Fran cannon, it can cover the battlefield within a range of nearly a thousand steps from the left and the surrounding.

The size of over ten thousand projectiles is shocking.Shooting away, the front shields of countless shield vehicles were shot through, even though they were covered with leather and thick quilts, it was of no avail.

"...Ka Ka Ka Ka Ka Ka..."

Amidst the sound like raindrops, the shield chariot shattered, cotton wool flew, and behind the shield chariot was also bursts of blood mist. Those lightly armored archers, unarmored handymen, ahas, wave after wave like mowing grass fell to the ground.

Different sizes of projectile lead shock.Injected into the body of the Tartar soldiers, rampaging around in their bodies, quickly smashing the internal organs, chest and abdomen to pieces.

Many Tatar soldiers fell to the ground in various postures, clutching their chests or stomachs, looking at the bright red liquid flowing in front of their eyes, as well as the large and small intestines bursting out of their stomachs, and howled inhumanly.

Seeing the chaos in the front line of the Tartar bandits, the shield chariots fell down one after another, and the Tartar soldiers suffered many casualties. Liu Zhaoji, the general soldier of Liaodong, showed a smile on his face, and his military exploits were achieved.

The corners of Liu Zhaoji's mouth slanted, and he said in his heart: "This vanguard officer is worth it. My father won this first military merit. The generals will not underestimate us, and we will have face in front of the governor."

The thieves launched a total of hundreds of shield vehicles, of which only the front ones were relatively well-built. However, under the repeated bombardment of the Franc cannon and the Baizi gun, at least nearly a hundred were destroyed, and the rest were destroyed. Also mostly scarred.

Moreover, under the fierce artillery fire from the Ming army, the light armored archers of the Tartars who lost their cover, as well as the handymen and ahas who were in charge of pushing the carts had become a mess, and they hesitated to come forward again.

Suddenly, Liu Zhaoji, the general soldier of Liaodong, frowned deeply, and muttered in his heart: "It's unreasonable!".

It turned out to be the Tartars at the back. Under the constant oppression and urging of the heavy armored soldiers, taking advantage of the fact that their own infantry battalion was being shrouded in smoke from the guns, they pushed the relatively simple shield vehicles behind them, screaming loudly. Shouting and rushing forward, he was almost within a hundred steps.

Today, the performance of the group of Tartars on the opposite side seems to be a little unusual. It stands to reason that they should have been defeated and retreated long ago when the battle has reached this level.

(End of this chapter)