The fuse on the fire door burned out, and the thick muzzle of the 5,000-pound Shenwei General Cannon suddenly flashed, and the cannon body shook, accompanied by a loud bang, and a huge iron ball roared from the head of the Qing cavalry into the distance.

The Qing army had withdrawn to two miles away from Mapo Bridge, and the ordinary Hongyi cannon could not hit it, and this Shenwei general cannon actually went too far, and it was three miles away.

"Useless stuff!" Wang Wannian kicked over the artillery of the Shenji Battalion that measured the range.

The artillery of the Shenji battalion adjusted the angle of being a general's cannon again, and carefully aimed at the retreating Qing cavalry group.

Wang Wannian had a calm face, raised the command flag again, and shouted: "Open the cannon!" ”

"Boom! Rumble! Boom ......."

Twenty cannons were fired in unison, the sound was like thunder, rolling away, Zhu Cihong was so frightened that he stumbled and almost fell down when he stood on top of a chariot.

"Fuck it, fuck it, awe!" Zhu Cihong could only use such words to sigh the shock in his heart, and he stood firm again, holding the telescope to watch the effect this time.

The Qing army, which had been slowly withdrawing its troops, heard such a loud noise behind them, and looked back one after another, only to see dozens of large black iron bullets flying from the sky and rushing towards them........

"Boom! Boom ....."

One by one, the large iron balls weighing more than ten catties shot into the cavalry masses, and rushed down a hundred meters from the place where the iron balls landed, and the people and horses were torn apart everywhere they passed.

The soldiers of Zhang Shize's Shenji Battalion who were ambushed on both sides looked more real, and they watched dozens of big iron balls like an iron plowshare, plowing hundreds of meters from south to north, and there were broken hands, legs, and heads along the way, which was miserable.

"His mom is hairy! It's so ruthless! In the Shenshu camp, a soldier from the northwest couldn't help but say.

Immediately after a round of fighting, the artillerymen of the Shenji Battalion used wet wool sticks to clean their respective gun chambers, and then the loaders continued to load the powder packs, while sealing the fire door and loading iron bullets compacted, and finally installing the ignition powder rope at the fire gate, ready to fire again.

This series of operations made Wang Wannian quite satisfied, although the Shenji Battalion rarely trains on weekdays, but it still knows how to operate artillery, and it has not fallen too far.

The General's Cannon has a four-wheel gun mount fixed, and it can't go back far under the recoil of each shot, so it doesn't need to be re-aimed, so it saves a lot of time.

Wang Wannian saw that the cannons were almost loaded, raised the command flag again, and shouted angrily: "Boom! ”

The earth-shattering cannon sound sounded again, and with the thick gunpowder smoke from the muzzle of the cannon, dozens of large iron bullets smashed into the Qing cavalry group that began to break and flee.

Rumble! With the loud sound of iron bullets falling to the ground, a large cloud of blood mist instantly soared in the Qing army's array, and one by one the Qing cavalry and horses were beaten to pieces on the spot, and some fragmented limbs flew around with the mud.

Rumble! Rumble! More than a dozen pounds of large iron bullets jumped on the dry land, bringing up flesh and blood all the way, and one by one the Tartar soldiers rolled on the ground in pain, letting out a heart-rending wail.

"Retreat at full speed! Fast! Seeing that the warriors of the Qing Dynasty were so miserable, Mel Zhangjing, who was the leader, was like a knife and roared desperately.

The Tartar cavalry began to run desperately, whipping their horses desperately, screaming in terror and fleeing for their lives, and the remains of any warriors who died in battle were all gone!

Seeing that the Tartar cavalry was disorganized and fled one by one, Zhu Cihong knew that the opportunity had come, so he ordered the Shenji Battalion to stop the shelling, and sent a signal for the Shenshu Battalion to start pursuing.

After Zhang Shize, who was ambushed in the woods on the riverbank, saw the signal, he immediately turned over his horse, raised the big lance in his hand and said, "Brothers! Follow me after the Tartars! Raise the military might of my god camp! ”

Zhang Shize urged his war horse to rush to the front, and behind him there were twenty skilled British dukes and horsemen who followed closely on horseback, and then the five thousand cavalry of the Shenshu battalion who were ambushed on both sides also got on their horses and rushed out of the woods.

When the cavalry of the Qing army saw so many Ming cavalry suddenly emerging from the two wings behind them, they were even more frightened in their hearts, and they just desperately urged the horses under their bodies, and the horse whip whipped the horses under their crotches to blood.

Compared with the clear banner and majestic when they came, they were in a hurry like a lost dog at this time, the banner was crooked, and their prestige was lost.

Zhu Cihong saw the Tartar soldiers fleeing in embarrassment from a distance through the telescope, so he ordered to clean up the mountains of Tartar corpses piled up on the Mapo Bridge, and cut off their heads regardless of whether they were dead or not.

Zhu Cihong handed over this errand to the Shenji Battalion, and the soldiers of the Shenji Battalion refused at first, and few people dared to step forward to do it, Wang Wannian was helpless, and shouted to cut off a Tartar head, and the official was promoted to one level, and cut two rewards of fifty taels of silver.

Hearing this, the artillerymen of the Shenji battalion rushed to the bridge one after another, scrambled to cut off the heads of the Tartars, and because there were many monks and few meats, some soldiers even jumped into the river and dragged the corpses of the Tartars floating on the river, dragged them to the shore and cut off their heads with a knife.

It didn't take long for the Tartar corpses on the bridge to be swept away, and the soldiers of the Shenji Battalion began to cut off their heads on the battlefield on the other side of the river.

At first, many soldiers were terrified in their hearts and didn't dare to do anything, but watching their comrades-in-arms collect one head after another, they finally got moved, and chopped up with knives with their eyes closed.

Zhu Cihong shook his head and said to himself: "In the face of interests, what is fear? It's just a fart! ”

Zhang Shize led twenty elite soldiers to catch up with the Tartar soldiers and retreated, he held a big lance aimed at a Tartar soldier who was desperately whipping a war horse, with the horse's momentum, the big lance in his hand stabbed into his left back heart, and with a flick of his strength, the Tartar corpse had flown out.

As the future ninth-generation British duke, Zhang Shize grew up in a family of martial artists, learned martial arts since childhood, has great strength, and is skilled in bows and horses.

Zhang Shize was a god horse with a crotch, rushed to the front all the way, killed or overturned several Tartar cavalry along the way, and soon rushed into the Tartar rout with the cavalry of the Shenshu battalion.

The cavalry of the 5,000 Shenshu battalion killed the Tartars all the way, which was very cheerful, and some of the skilled men in the Tartar soldiers turned around and shot arrows behind while running, and also shot and killed many cavalry of the Shenshu battalion.

The Shenshu battalion chased all the way for ten miles, slashing and killing nearly a thousand Tartars, and then ordered to stop the pursuit, and the Tartar soldiers in front ran too fast to catch up at all.

Zhang Shize was also very satisfied with this battle, he ordered the Shenshu battalion to return to clean up the battlefield along the way, cut off the heads of the Tartars, and gathered some of the Tartars' horses, and sent two heralds to report the battle to Zhu Cihong.

A general of the Shenshu battalion cut off a Tartar's head, raised it in his hand and shouted: "Isn't it just like this, isn't it two shoulders to carry a head?" ”

The surrounding soldiers also laughed when they heard this, this time the Shenshu battalion has a long face, and there are a lot of Tartar soldiers killed, and this military merit has no way to run.