I am Emperor Wanli

Chapter 46 Qi Jiguang shows his face

What Baduer and his men did not notice was that when they arrived here, the convoy had already stopped and formed an oblong shape with its back to the canal.

Most of the fleet also anchored on the west bank, and some ships were stationed on the east bank, behind the fleet formation.

The entire convoy and fleet were very quiet. Even when the Duolo Tuman cavalry launched an attack, they remained quiet, with thousands of people hiding behind the carriages.

Looking from the outside, you can only occasionally see human figures flash by.

The cavalry of the Duolo Tuman tribe who were rushing in the front were shocked to find that the Ming people's chariots hundreds of steps ahead were all connected end to end, like a city wall.

The tall carriages themselves were difficult obstacles to jump over, and when connected together, the Duolo Tuman cavalry felt like they had no idea where to start.

The sharp-eyed cavalry also saw it.

In the carriage, in the gap between the front and rear ends of the carriage, there seemed to be something, pitch black, some square, some round. It was a little far away and it was difficult to see clearly what it was.

But no matter what it was, it couldn't stop the charge of the Mongolian cavalry!
The cavalry of the Duoluotuman tribe pulled the reins, waved their sabers, raised their spears, kicked the stirrups, and urged their mounts to speed up.

Four hundred steps, three hundred steps.
The cavalrymen of the Duoluo Tuman tribe sensed something was wrong.

The southern barbarians on the opposite side did not panic and flee everywhere as they had expected.

They remained quiet.

Especially amidst the earth-shaking sound of horse hooves, this silence seemed a little strange.

Two hundred steps!
The cavalrymen of the Duolo Tuman tribe suddenly discovered that countless spears, almost ten feet long and extremely sharp, extended from the flanks of the chariots.

Maybe they were too thin and I couldn't see them from such a distance, or maybe the southern barbarians only stretched them out when I got closer.

The tip of the spear flashed coldly in the sun, and the cavalrymen of the Duolo Tuman tribe all knew that if they were hit by this thing, both the horses and the people would become candied haws, the snack in the capital.

The Duoluo Tuman cavalrymen in the front tightened the reins to slow down their mounts, and spread the message behind them that there was a spear formation ahead, so they should not rush forward to die.

I stopped and the people behind me kept pushing me forward, so I was the one who died.

This is absolutely not okay!
The cavalry of the Duoluo Tuman tribe gradually slowed down, and Baduer, who was standing on the hill, looked a little angry.

What are you doing!
Why slow down?

Do you have to discuss how to distribute the spoils before you start fighting?

asshole!

Ba Duer angrily called the leader of his personal guards and said, "Go down and whip Zhong Lier, who is leading the charge, a few times. Tell him to lead the men and charge in. Charge in right now!"

"Yes!"

The leader of the personal guards responded and just turned his horse's head when he suddenly heard a long, dull sound, as if a hammer had hit the air hard, tearing a hole between heaven and earth.

"Is it thundering?"

"Where is the thunder?"

Look around.

"Huang Taiji, look!" The leader of the personal guards found the target and pointed there and said.

Baduer looked in the direction of the finger and saw that from the line of carriages, fire and smoke were constantly gushing out. Then, the cavalry of the Dolotuman tribe wandering in front of them were like being hit hard by a hammer. Blood was flying everywhere and the men and horses fell down.

"what happened!?"

Du'er's eye sockets were about to burst and his eyeballs were about to pop out.

What exactly is going on?

How could Ben Khan's warriors be slaughtered like cattle and sheep?

Qi Jiguang stood in the middle of the square convoy, his sharp eyes scanning every corner of the battlefield.

These carriages look like ordinary wooden carriages, but they have actually been modified.

The box walls are thickened to block powerful bow arrows and spear thrusts.

The two sides of the box wall can be opened to become an open type.

There are room for twelve people in the carriage, including three musketeers and nine loaders.

The bird gun held by the bird gunner is an imitation of the matchlock gun passed down from the Portuguese.

During the more than ten years of suppressing the Japanese, the Ming army captured many Eastern Japanese craftsmen who were good at making matchlock guns, as well as Portuguese craftsmen employed by the Eastern Japanese. They learned how to make Portuguese matchlock guns and improved them, calling them bird guns. Hu Zongxian was in charge of suppressing the Japanese and accepted Qi Jiguang's advice to manufacture a large number of bird guns, especially last year, when more than 10,000 were made.

Now the Marine Corps mainly uses bird guns.

The musketeer stood behind the carriage holding a musket and fired through the firing hole. Each musketeer was equipped with three loaders to ensure that he could fire continuously.

The bird gun can fire at a maximum range of one hundred steps, and its effective range is thirty to sixty steps.

So Qi Jiguang ordered his soldiers to shoot only when the Duolo Tuman cavalry rushed within fifty or sixty steps.

The gap between the front and rear of the boxcar was used to mount a submachine gun.

It was also an imitation of the Portuguese musket and was improved.

Each musket was mounted on a gun carriage and was usually equipped with ten sub-guns.

It was filled with gunpowder and pea-sized lead bullets. When it was fired, flowers scatter like heaven fairies, and all men and horses were killed within thirty or forty steps.

Seeing the right opportunity, Qi Jiguang gave the order.

First, a submachine gun fired as a command.

1,500 musketeers opened fire, and 4,500 loaders were behind them loading their guns. The musketeers fired very quickly, firing one shot almost every ten seconds.

The noise of a hundred muskets was huge and their lethality was even greater. The flying lead bullets made the Durotuman cavalrymen seriously doubt their lives.

Thousands of cavalrymen, fearing that they would be crushed by the dense spears and become a candied haws, could only hover around thirty or forty steps away from the carriage.

The musketeer held his musket and fired at crowded places.

Every time a gun was fired, whether it was a man or a horse, if one of them was hit, they would let out an extremely painful wail and neigh, and fall to the ground.

If you are lucky, you will die on the spot. If you are unlucky, you will wail in pain for an unknown period of time before dying.

The submachine gun is much more domineering.

Some lucky cavalrymen rushed close, right in the center of the shooting coverage. With a loud bang, the upper half of the cavalrymen's bodies were blown apart, and their mounts were riddled with holes. Blood rained all over the sky and splashed all over their companions beside them.

His companion was not much better off. The lead bullets that escaped hit his hands and his arms were most likely broken.

He was hit in the chest and it was obvious that he was dying.

He was hit in the abdomen, and white and green internal organs flowed out of the bloody wound.

The 4,000 cavalrymen of the Duoluo Tuman tribe who attacked head-on had already seen corpses strewn all over the ground and blood flowing like a river after less than two turns.

There were cavalrymen and mounts with broken limbs everywhere, wailing on the ground.

There were corpses all around them, some intact and some broken into pieces.

Soon, the soil around the square formation of vans, within a distance of thirty to sixty steps, was soaked with blood and turned into black mud.

In less than two quarters of an hour, the remaining one thousand or so Dolotuman cavalrymen were finally overcome by fear. They turned their horses around and fled from the front line.

The 3,000 Douluo Tuman cavalry who had encircled the Ming army from the rear gathered together, ready to intercept and pursue the defeated Ming army at any time.

But they only heard a rumbling sound like thunder. Due to the rows of carriages blocking their view, they could not see the situation on the front battlefield and were confused for a moment.

He immediately sent someone to investigate the situation, but before the spy came back, he found that the dense thunder in front had suddenly stopped, with only a few sparse thunders occasionally.

The sound that had vibrated the ears just now disappeared, and the surroundings were unusually quiet, so quiet that the three thousand Douluo Tuman cavalry and their mounts felt a little uneasy.

Whizzing!

A strange, sharp whistling sound came from the distance, stinging their ears.

where?

What happened?

"Heaven!"

Someone pointed at the sky in the distance and shouted in horror.

Everyone looked up when they heard the sound and saw a scene that made their hearts tremble.

(End of this chapter)