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Chapter 696 Counter Shots
Liu Zhaoji, the general soldier of Liaodong, stared at the Tartars approaching again, although he was a little doubtful, but full of confidence. After all, he had a large number of soldiers, almost twice as many as the Tartars in terms of soldiers alone.

What's more, in the first air-to-air battle just now, the guns in my battalion bombarded one after another, most of the Tartars' shield vehicles were destroyed, and the light armored archers and handymen also suffered heavy losses.

But the soldiers of our own side saw all this in their eyes. Now that the morale is high and the army's morale is available, even if the Tartar bandits come back bravely, they may not be able to get a bargain.

"Humph!"

Liu Zhaoji snorted heavily and continued to issue military orders.

The sound of 哱哒 sounded again, and the sound of the swan spread throughout the Ming army's positions, and the shouts of the officers could also be clearly heard: "The rockets are ready. The musketeers are ready, and the archers are ready. The Baizi blunderbuss should be reloaded quickly."

The front covers of the rocket boxes on each tank have been lifted, and the medicine lines are all set up. Just waiting for the military order to come, there are also sergeants who are busy filling the Baizi gun with medicine. Before the end, can we shoot again.

Those gunmen holding three-eyed blunderbusses and winged tiger blunderbuss also stepped forward quickly, and put the firecrackers in their hands on the cover plate of the chariot, or protruded from the hole in the cover plate, ready to fire at any time. Prepare.

Behind them was a row of sword and shield soldiers, who held their swords and held up their shields to prevent the Tatars' bows from hurting themselves and the gunmen in front.

Seeing that the Tartars were getting closer and closer, all the officers and soldiers were very anxious. Some people had beads of sweat on their hands, and they quietly wiped it on their armors while no one was paying attention.

There was another swan sound blown out by 哱哒.

"Rocket launching!"

As the officers shouted orders, the rocket boxes on each vehicle were instantly ignited, a large amount of smoke rose, and one after another rockets pierced the sky, like deadly arrows flying out of hell.

Relying on the strong propulsion of the gunpowder, the rocket ruthlessly flew to the front of the Tartar shield vehicles, harvesting fresh lives one by one.

"Francophone launch!"

The smoke from the rocket launch has not yet dissipated, and the fast-loading Fran cannon roared again, and the projectiles roared and flew straight to the Tartar shield vehicle that was less than a hundred paces away.

The two sides were about to engage in hand-to-hand combat, and everyone's heart was raised in their throats. It was a lie to say that they were not nervous.

The firearms soldiers behind the Ming army's chariot were aiming at the approaching Tartar shield chariot. Under the scorching sun, their heads were wet with sweat, their cotton armor was steaming, and they all bit their cheeks tightly. Waiting for the order of the Chinese army.

Behind them, all the generals are also roaring: "Those who have not been ordered are not allowed to fire guns, otherwise they will be dealt with by military law on the spot."

And behind the musketeers, apart from swordsmen and shield soldiers, there are dense infantry archers, with their heads wrapped in turbans and short armor, they are waiting for the Tartars with their bows and arrows.

Looking down the hillside, some Tatar soldiers kept flashing out of the shielded chariots, and there was the sound of gunfire, "bang, bang, bang, bang".

However, the Ming army didn't pay attention to it. The Tartars like to lure me with empty guns, but they are actually empty bullets. Once we follow them to fire the guns, the Tartars can take the opportunity to charge up.

The soldiers under the command of Liu Zhaoji, the general soldier of Liaodong, have been in contact with the Tartars for a long time, and they have long been familiar with their tactics. The soldiers only pay attention to the orders of the Chinese army, and ignore the temptations of the Tartars.

It was too late to say it, and the swan sound of the Ming army's formation sounded again, and the flames were all over the place, and large puffs of thick smoke spewed out.

The roar of "bang bang bang bang" firecrackers was loud, and the chests of some Tartar archers who could not cover up in the future were shocked.He shot out a stream of blood arrows, leaned back and fell backwards.

Shooting firecrackers at close range is indeed much more powerful than bows and arrows, but the firearms soldiers under Liu Zhaoji's command are not strictly trained on weekdays, and it is inevitable that they will be in a hurry when they are about to fight.

They had just fired a round of gunfire, then turned around and quickly retreated to the back of the formation, cleaning the barrel of the gun in a panic, loading the gunpowder, and did not know when they would be able to fire the next gun.

And the three-eyed blunderbuss with the largest number have not been fired once, but because the shooting distance is too close, the Tartars are still [-] or [-] steps away, so it is tantamount to shooting now.

Fortunately, the shield chariots pushed by the thieves at this time were all extremely simple, and their shields were relatively thin, and many of them had small holes punched out by bullets.

However, despite the great momentum, there were not many Tartars who were actually hit by the firecrackers. Only those who escaped or exposed their bodies outside the protection of the shield car were occasionally hit, and they all fell down screaming. .

Liu Zhaoji saw everything clearly on the top of the mountain, and his weather-stained face became more dignified. He ordered softly: "Send the order, the cavalry is ready!"

The crackling sounded again, and the Fran's machine gun made the last collective roar, and thousands of arrows also flew out at the same time. Completely enveloped the Tartars in front of the front.

"... ah... ah... ah..."

At the same time, there were screams from the Ming army formation, and people were constantly being shot by the Ta thieves rushing towards them.

Fortunately, most of the Tartars hid behind the broken shield chariots and shot at the Ming army infantry. Only the heavy armored soldiers mixed in the middle of the formation dared to lean out and shoot directly with strong bows and heavy arrows at those whose bodies were exposed outside the chariots. Ming army.

However, they are all superb marksmanship, and all they aim at are fatal. As long as they are shot by them, most of them will be in danger.

There were many archers behind the Tartar shield chariot, and they kept shooting towards the Ming army formation. The arrows shot by both sides were almost like dark clouds, covering the sun, and the middle of the battle was dark.

The sound of drums in the big formation of the Tartars was endless, and a large number of Tartar archers were getting closer and closer under the cover of shield vehicles.

The sound of bowstrings was loud, and dense arrows were constantly flying towards the infantry camp of the Ming army. The gunners, musketeers, and archers were either sticking to the shields or relying on the shields of the swords and shields behind.

But the arrows thrown by the thieves were too dense, and the arrows fell high, and the screams came one after another, and the injured retreated one after another.

However, fortunately, the kinetic energy of the thrown arrows was lower than that of the flat-shooting ones from the Tartar vests, and since they were shot by them, most of them would not be in danger of life.

Liu Zhaoji rode his horse to the top of the mountain, although he saw casualties in his own battalion, but he thought it was worth it, after all, it was a war with the Tartars, so there is no reason why there would be no casualties.

Moreover, looking at the current exchange ratio on the battlefield, it is obvious that our side has a great advantage.

At this time, the shield chariots of the Tartars also approached the place where the horses were placed in front of the chariot. However, if the horses were not removed, the shield chariots could not move forward.

If you want to get rid of those simple refusal horses, the Tartars have to get out from behind the shield chariot. In this way, they just become a living target for your own soldiers.

(End of this chapter)