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Chapter 99 How can I lose to Minggou?
Ali Bai was thinking this when he heard a guard scream and fell to the ground.

How is this going?

Such a long distance, there will be guards shot?

This is too unfortunate!

Ali Bai didn't think much about it, thinking it was just bad luck.

The same goes for the other Tartars, without even frowning.

Only the guard who was shot did not die for a while, a hole was opened in his chest, and both layers of armor were pierced, lying on the ground howling.

Boom boom boom!
In a flash, there was another gunshot.

This time, it was a dead soldier who fell off the horse and died on the spot.

Ali Bai was a little confused.

This is not right!
The first time was a fluke, and the second time was still a fluke?

Boom boom boom!
The third round of shooting came.

This time the distance was even closer, to about 120 steps.

Two Tartars were shot and fell to the ground.

The cotton armor protected them and prevented them from dying immediately, but one was shot in the abdomen and the other in the chest, and the pain made them howl in agony.

Now, there was a commotion among the Tartar crowd.

Immediately, Ba Yala stepped forward and hacked the two wounded to death with two knives.

"Those who are in disarray, die!
Retreaters, die! "

Ba Yala is an elite existence among the bannermen. They wear shining battle armor and have very distinctive features.

When charging, it also plays the role of supervising the battle.

The camp stabilized quickly.

"rush!"

It has not yet reached the optimal charging distance, but Ali Bai did not wait and let out a roar.

The dead soldiers in front immediately waved their sabers or maces and charged forward.

The guards shot arrows towards the sky above the sky, and the sharp arrows were thrown, and the lethality was also great.

The battle has officially begun.

Boom boom boom!
The third row of shooting ends.

Zhao Cheng looked at each other with a telescope.

The Jurchen soldiers didn't seem to be affected in any way, but he saw through the telescope that about three or four people were shot and fell down.

More than 500 people fired a volley and only killed or injured three or four people.

It seems like an exaggeration.

But this is the most normal outcome.

Historically, during the Napoleon period, on the battlefield dominated by muskets, it took an average of four to five hundred bullets to kill a soldier.

Of course, it was all equal combat, and everyone was equipped with muskets, so the distance would not be too close.

Just like how Zhao Cheng beat the bandits before, if you put them so close and then hit them, it's almost like being shot, it's just bullying.

The three rows of shooting were over, and the first row had just loaded their bullets and was about to raise their guns to shoot, when the bows and arrows of the tartars had already flown over.

Dozens of sharp arrows were thrown in an arc in the air and fell down.

This scene is very frightening.

But at this distance, the power is limited.

It's okay to deal with the Ming army who lacks cotton armor.

The cotton armor of Qiangdi Army is of excellent quality and the material is solid.

The arrow hit the body, and it was blocked and fell to the ground.

Only one unlucky guy was shot in the face and fell to the ground screaming.

During the training, the instructors solemnly told everyone that you must not scream when you are injured on the battlefield.

Because it will bring a lot of pressure to the comrades, it is easy to cause the front line to collapse.

But at this time, the severe pain and fear had made the sergeant forget everything.

He lay on the ground howling, bleeding profusely.

The sergeants around were all pale, and there was a slight confusion, which affected the shooting order.

A musketeer who was loading ammunition stared at the wounded man, and when he got nervous, it directly led to a loading error.

"Medical! Medic!

quick!save people! "

someone shouted.

Medical soldiers, this is a new special unit added to the strong army.

Immediately, two guards in khaki camouflage cotton armor ran forward quickly, carried the musketeer on a stretcher and left.

Boom boom boom!
The second round of shooting has begun.

The Tartar dead soldiers rushing forward were within a hundred paces.

One of the horses fell to the ground as if it had been tripped by a bridle rope, and even the rider on the horse fell heavily.

Another dead Tartar soldier fell directly from the ground, rolled over several times like a meat sack, and remained motionless.

Ali Bai's eyes were red.

Too many people died!

As soon as they rushed within a hundred steps, five people were already dead.

Three of them were bannermen dead soldiers.

Even if they win this battle, their dadan will be destroyed!

The Jurchens have risen and fought all the way.

Such damage is extremely rare.

If so many people die every time, even if they win every battle, they will become weaker and weaker. Without the bannermen, the tribe will be finished!
Whoosh whoosh!
Within a hundred steps, the Tartars' bows and arrows became more and more accurate.

On the opposite side, another Ming dog was hit by an arrow.

Getting closer……

Minggou is about to collapse, right?

Ali thought to himself.

Boom boom boom!
Boom boom boom!
The firecrackers on the opposite side are connected together, one after another, as if they can't finish.

The few dead soldiers rushing to the front were within fifty paces when they were suddenly hit hard.

Several people actually fell off their horses and died cleanly.

The closer the distance, the better the aim of the musket.

A few cavalrymen charged the musket formation of hundreds of people, and that was death.

The rest of the horses were frightened and did not dare to charge forward, some ran back, and some ran towards the side of the battlefield.

"Dead! All dead!"

A Mongolian armored man couldn't take it anymore, his face was pale, he didn't dare to charge forward, turned around and fled.

"Those who retreat in battle, die!"

A Ba Yala knocked the Mongolian armored man to the ground with a single knife.

"kill!"

Ali Bai was about to lose his mind.

More than half of his banner men were killed or injured!

On the contrary, the Mongolian armored men who were afraid of death did not die much.

After going back, how to explain?

Ali Bai held the saber himself and charged forward with all his strength.

This is the moment of life and death.

The Bayaras also started to charge.

According to previous combat experience, as long as the Ba Yala charged, the Jurchens would break through the enemy's formation and slaughter the enemy like melons and vegetables.

The armored people were also greatly encouraged, and their blood surged, and they rushed forward.

The opposite is just Minggou!
How could they lose?

At this time, what supported them was this belief, which was their contempt for the Ming army.

Otherwise, with such a large battle loss rate, they would have collapsed long ago.

Boom boom boom!
Boom boom boom!
The strong sergeants were very nervous, but seeing fewer and fewer enemies facing them, they became more and more confident.

"Aim for those in white armor!

Remember what the instructor said, those who wear white armor are the elite of the Tartars! "

The glaring battle armor of the Bayaras can easily give confidence to their own people on the battlefield.

But at the same time, facing regular musketeers, it is simply the best target.

There are only a few Bayalas in total, and they have already rushed to a distance of forty or fifty steps.

More than 500 musketeers all fought at them and were quickly eliminated.

Even Ali Bai was shot several times in a row.

His chest was pierced by a bullet, and his face was full of disbelief.

He, a dignified Jurchen warrior, dials Shiku!
How could he die in the hands of a useless Ming dog?

Ali Bai's body slowly collapsed.

The last thing he saw were panicked faces.

(End of this chapter)