I am one year older than Chongzhen

Chapter 244
Jaisalmu was quite satisfied at this time, because his subordinates were all junior soldiers, and no one flinched at this time.

But he didn't know that soon there would be a cannon pointed at them.

He shouted loudly in Mongolian: "Boys, the opportunity to make meritorious deeds is at hand. I declare that those who beheaded the first level will be rewarded with a career, and there is no upper limit!"

The Jurchen soldiers were very cooperative, saying "Aw!" in unison.

"Jiannu, it's Jiannu, hahaha!"

As soon as the gun carriage rolled out of the infantry formation, Li Wanquan suddenly felt that his field of vision was much wider, and he immediately saw the oncoming enemy clearly.

Li Wanquan was originally a gunner of the Ming Army in Liaodong. After being captured, he was unwilling to shoot at Paozhe to hide his identity and became a slave. He was too familiar with Jiannu.

Seeing hundreds of Jiannu approaching with murderous aura, Li Wanquan thought of the robes who died at the hands of Jiannu, and thought of the tragic death of parents, wives and children, of course he laughed like a night owl.

"Haha, it's so close to the face that he can't beat his mother!"

Who would let this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity pass by, Li Wanquan gritted his teeth and shouted: "Jian slaves must die!" The torch in his hand lit the fuse.

"Boom!" Within forty steps, a flat shot, a hundred irons sprayed over.

At such a close distance, it was almost like hitting the enemy's face and bombarding his mother. The participating artillerymen were all excited, and they all cheered loudly: "Wan Sheng! Wan Sheng!..."

Of course, the mainstay in the middle of the Jiannu formation is a formation-breaking warrior composed of more than two dozen white armored soldiers, led by Jaisalmu who is eager to turn the tide.

However, his personal bravery seemed so insignificant under the muzzle of the gun. Amidst the screams, no less than ten blood-debt Jiannu Ba Yala fell in a pool of blood.

Jaisalmu was lucky, because he was the key protection object of the soldiers, and he was protected by three iron shields.

Even so, he was hit by a shot and blood gushed out.

At this time, he wanted to cry but had no tears, and his intestines were full of regret.

It is not an exaggeration to say that Jaisalmu followed the old slave to conquer the east and west. At this time, he thought of the bloody battle in Hunhe River, and thought of those Zhejiang soldiers who were not afraid of death.

He knew that it was the last Qi's army, if there were no cannons to blast away the formation of the Qi's army, the battle would be impossible to win.

He is very unlucky now, and the tight formation is also being looted by cannons, which is really bad retribution.

"Aww!" Seeing that Jiannu fell down a large area, the infantrymen in the base area howled and rushed over as if they had been shot with stimulants.

"Infantry brothers, don't stand in the way of the gun, let me fuck him again!" Li Wanquan roared anxiously.

Seeing such a good effect, the young artillerymen were inexplicably excited and shouted: "Hurry up, hurry up, reload!"

Li Wanquan continued to yell: "Get out of the way, I'm going to fire!"

Of course, the heavy infantry were afraid of being hit by their own cannons, so they all ran to both sides.

In less than 30 seconds, there was another roar, and Jiannu, who came aggressively, was knocked down again.

The Tungusi bastards were all stunned, they didn't know how to lie down on the spot to reduce the damage even though they saw the muzzle pointing at them.

Kang Jing saw that Jiannu was crying and howling, and the array was in a mess. Of course, he had to seize the opportunity, and he shouted:
"Brothers, it's time to make meritorious deeds! Kill Jiannu!"

All the heavy-armored spearmen under his command roared: "Kill the slaves! Kill the slaves!..." striding forward, the steps were uniform, and the spears in their hands stabbed fiercely.

Xiang Changgen was so strong and was originally holding an iron shield, but now he thought it was cumbersome and directly threw his two-handed ax and roared, chopping horizontally and vertically.

None of the sword and shield players he commanded was a coward, and they all scrambled to move forward.

Most of the spearmen and sword-shieldmen were Han people who had been slaves, and some were war refugees who had their homes destroyed by slavery.

They all have a common desire to kill Jiannu and avenge their hatred.

At this time, the enemy was extremely jealous when they met, and of course they killed so much blood!

The [-] heavy infantry already had a numerical advantage, and with the help of two cannons and musketeers, of course they formed an overwhelming momentum.

This is not over, the horn of the cavalry charge has already sounded, and the enemy who does not mount their horses and flee at this time will not be able to run away after a while.

"It's over, it's over, it's over..."

The people of Subudi are old and sophisticated. Seeing that those iron-armored slaves who used to be rampant fell half in a short time, they realized that the general situation was over.

He no longer thought about how to explain to the master of the Dajin Kingdom, the most important thing was to save his own life first.

Subudi fled, followed closely by his son Gulu Siqibu, and there were hundreds of people beside them.

They changed their minds, and instead of going east to join the master of the Dajin Kingdom, they fled northeast to the territories of the Horqin tribes.

It has turned into a cover-and-kill mode again, and the casualties of one's own side are destined to not be high. Huang Yi's subordinates are all overjoyed, and everyone repeats a few shouts in a tacit understanding.

"Surrender without killing, our army treats prisoners preferentially!"

"Hold your hands high and kneel down, or you will be killed without mercy!"

"Clap! Clap! Clap!..."

The gunshots were still ringing non-stop. It was Huang Yi who gave the order not to allow the heavy infantry to rush forward to fight the cornered Jiannu with his life.

Let the musketeers take the Jiannu who formed a circle and resisted stubbornly as targets.

Jaisalmu originally wanted to turn the tide, so he led all his subordinates to dismount and fight on foot.

The Mongols collapsed and began to flee. Of course, Jiannu, who fought in heavy armor, could not escape, and was immediately surrounded by groups.

Jaisalmu was wounded, but survived and fought.

He refused to surrender, because since the wild boar skin rose between the white mountains and the black waters, only the soldiers of the Ming army knelt and surrendered to them, and no Jurchen had surrendered to the Ming army before!
He gritted his teeth and shouted: "Fight to the death, fight to the death!"

The white-armored soldiers, vests, infantry, armored men, and Yu Ding under his command responded one after another, and also shouted: "Fight to the death, fight to the death!"

These stubborn Jiannu refused to surrender, oh, by the way, Huang Yi had no intention of accepting Jiannu's surrender at all.

There was no need to sacrifice the heavy infantry soldiers for the sake of more than 100 Jiannu remnants who were undoubtedly defeated, so the six hundred musketeers Le Zizi received the task of killing all Jiannu.

"Get ready, fire!"

"Bah!"

This time, the musketeers used a group of 200 people in a three-stage firing mode. Each salvo fired at least 160 lead bullets into the circle surrounded by Jiannu.

Not only that, there were nearly a thousand Tartar captives kneeling on the periphery. They were witnesses.

Even if Jiannu had [-] or [-] iron shields and dozens of leather shields, they could not block the ubiquitous lead bullets.

Every round of shooting by the musketeers in the base area inevitably caused more than a dozen Jiannu to fall down screaming.

Amidst the mournful hissing, some Jiannu who were shot kicked their legs and twitched, some rolled on the ground in pain, and some couldn't stand the huge pain, and called out to their companions to give him a good time.

(End of this chapter)