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Chapter 1440 Rejecting the Horse
Soldiers who, deception also!
In layman's terms, it means that young people don't talk about martial ethics, so they come to cheat and attack.

"The Tartars are coming!"

Just after the Eight Banners Mongolian harassment tactics failed, Zasak King Lama Jinzhou sent a team of cavalry to press up.

"Everyone is ready, listen to my orders!" The team in front of him couldn't help but quickly ordered, "The team deputy adjusts the direction of the chariot, nails down the iron cone quickly, and prepares to meet the enemy!"

The team deputy at the rear of the chariot hastily raised the standing tree at the rear of the chariot, and aimed the big gun at the front of the chariot at the direction of the enemy, while the cart driver had already taken out the wooden mallet, and "bang bang bang" went down. After hammering, the two big iron cones at the back of the chariot were nailed into the ground in a short time.

The originally light chariot, under the blessing of these two big iron cones, suddenly turned into a solid refusal horse.

"Bird gunners shoot, sharpshooters get ready!" At this moment, the Eight Banners Mongolian team had arrived at a distance of forty or fifty paces from the rebel chariots, and the team was decisively issuing an order to shoot.

"Bang, bang, bang!" The rebel gunner aimed at the Eight Banners Mongolian soldiers and pulled the trigger.

The gunners under Jiang Yu's command used the most common three-coin bird gun in the Ming army, while the Mongolian Eight Banners wore thin cotton armor.

The two sides are really a pair of wonderful opponents, one dares to shoot, the other dares to die.

Each team of the car battalion consisted of six gunners, and as the nearby teams of gunners fired together, seven or eight Mongolian cavalry fell off their horses on the spot.

After the gunner finished shooting, he hurriedly retreated to the back of the chariot, and began to frantically clean up the chamber, ready to reload.

At the same time, the sharpshooter stepped forward in unison, pointing the sharpshooter in his hand at the cavalry who continued to gallop ahead.

There are two kinds of sharp guns in the Ming Dynasty. One is the firecracker that can shoot arrows during the reign of Emperor Chengzu of the Ming Dynasty, and the other is a long rod-shaped firecracker with a barrel that is one foot long, a wooden handle that is three feet and five inches long, and weighs twenty kilograms. .

Obviously, in this era, the firecrackers that shoot arrows have long been eliminated, and the sharpshooters under Jiang Guan's command use the latter's sharpshooters.

This kind of sharp gun is not powerful and has a short range, but at the same time it has the characteristics of intensive firepower and dual use of hot and cold.

Therefore, the various teams preparing to meet the attack of the Mongolian cavalry are holding the sharp guns and Fran cannons in their hands and not firing, but waiting for the final decision of the Mongolian cavalry: hide or charge!
The two sides resembled Zhang Shun's previous life "stinky game player", one wanted to cheat Q, and the other wanted to hit Q.

Those who play games are fighting for operations, while battle formations are fighting for training and discipline.

Forty paces, thirty-five paces, thirty paces, just when the sharpshooter standing in front of the formation couldn't help but was about to ignite the sharpshooter in his hand, suddenly the group of cavalry turned their horses' heads and turned sideways. , and then a rain of arrows flew over.

"Back!" The sharpshooters heaved a sigh of relief, and quickly stepped back, and then a player stepped forward to cover them from the rain of arrows.

But there are still a few unlucky ones who accidentally got shot with an arrow.

However, Mongolian arrows are light, and their lethality is far inferior to that of Houjin heavy arrows, so most of them only need to be bandaged a little, and they will be fine.

The Mongolian cavalryman saw that this place was tightly defended and there was no room to take advantage of. After harassing him, he changed to another place and repeated the action just now.

As the saying goes: If you hold on for a long time, you will lose!

Just after the Mongolian cavalry squad tried three or five places in a row, there was finally a sharpshooter who couldn't bear the pressure of the opposing cavalry, and ignited the sharpshooter in his hand on his own initiative.

"Bang bang bang!" The distance of more than thirty steps is not enough for a sharp gun that fires a few lead bullets to hit the eager enemy.

The Mongolian cavalry squad, which had suffered more than ten consecutive casualties, was about to reach the limit of its horsepower, and suddenly found an opportunity. How could it bear it?

Immediately, one by one slapped the mounts several times, and rushed up with the hook gun in their hands.

"Franji, Franji, fire!" The teams in front of them were almost frightened, and they couldn't help yelling loudly at Franji's hands.

"The knife player is about to chop off the horse's leg, the tiger fork player and the hook and sickle player go forward to hook the man, and the sharpshooter goes forward to knock the horse's head!"

"Boom!" As soon as the team spoke, the Fran machine operator had already ignited the large Fran machine on the car.

Accompanied by a loud noise, the chariot nailed to the ground shook violently, but due to the fixation of the two iron cones, it did not move at all.

The cavalry in front of them were being caught by this large Francophone, and it was unknown how many people fell to the ground for a while.

However, at such a critical moment, who would dare to retreat?

If you retreat at this time, you will be smashed into a sieve by the large Fran machine that is continuously loaded on the opposite side.

Seeing that he was in front of the trembling enemy, a brave Mongolian bannerman jumped on his horse, trying to get over the "rejecting horse" of the rebel army, and then rushed into the crowd.

It's just that he didn't expect that the "rejecting horse" was too high, and he didn't jump over it. Instead, he was pierced through the horse's belly by the big gun on the "rejecting horse", and fell down himself.

The rebel soldiers in front of them were stunned. They had never seen such a stupid person before.

A sharpshooter had already stepped forward, raised the sharpshooter in his hand and smashed it down hard.

The smash hit the warrior's helmet right on the spot, the helmet was dented immediately, and blood burst out.

"Straight mother thief, I can't take this head!" Unexpectedly, the team saw it, and couldn't help opening their mouths to curse.

The Ming army has always recorded meritorious service with the head, if it is damaged, it is inconvenient to identify, and it is difficult to reward under normal circumstances.

"Now we are the soldiers of King Shun, we don't like this!" the sharpshooter couldn't help muttering when he heard the words, he didn't dare to neglect, and continued to go forward to kill.

It turns out that the chariot made by Yu Daqiu is actually a horse-repelling and artillery launcher that integrates a large spear.

This thing is nailed to the ground, which is much stronger than the repelling ability of the spear array. How can the flesh and blood of the Eight Banners Mongolian soldiers move?
All of them couldn't help slowing down their horses, and then slashed at the rebel soldiers behind the chariot.

However, these soldiers are all famous.

The tiger fork hand only sent the tiger fork forward in his hand, and it caught the Mongolian soldier's hook gun.

And the hooked sickle hand had already pushed and pulled the hooked sickle spear in his hand, hooked the Mongolian soldier's clothes and armor, and pulled it down.

And the knife and shield hand rolled to the ground, and while protecting his body with a wooden sign, he chopped at the horse's hoof with his waist knife.

Some sharpshooters waved their sharp guns and slammed at the heads of the Mongolian cavalry horses.

As the saying goes: Two fists can't beat four hands, and a hero can't hold back many people.

These Mongolian riders, in terms of skill, are all good horsemen.

However, if he encountered such an unreasonable style of play, how could he have fought it?
The cavalry in front suffered a loss, and the cavalry behind did not know what was going on, so they sent forward one by one.

After sending off thirty or fifty people in a row, Nazarak King Rama Jinzhou realized something was wrong.

He quickly ordered the soldiers to blow their horns, and called back the elite cavalry who were being ravaged by the rebels in front of the formation.

"My lord, this army formation of thieves and birds is specially set up for my cavalry, and it is invincible!" Nagu Shan Ezhenda couldn't help but hastily reminded.

"I can see it!" Narama Jinzhou nodded with a look of discomfort, and rode in step, with such an exaggerated battle loss ratio, it was a bit unacceptable for him for a while.

"What to do, is there a way to crack it?"

"Without him, we can only fight against each other!" Na Dalai was silent for a moment, and then he opened his mouth.

"What, foot battle?" Narama Jinzhou couldn't help raising his voice, which immediately attracted all the cavalrymen to turn their heads to watch.

I am a dignified Mongolian iron cavalry, but I have been reduced to fighting "Southern barbarians", so what use do I need this horse?

(End of this chapter)