When the first cannon rang out at the head of the bay fortress, the tempo of the battle was sharply accelerated.

The two-pound cannon and the five-pound cannon fired at the enemy's front line at the same time, and the powerful cannonballs crossed the parabola and fell into the formation, and the cannonballs slashed through the halberds, heads, and arms along the route like sickles, passed through the chest, rolled off the legs and feet, and finally fell heavily in the turf that was mixed with flesh and blood.

After only a short silence, the breech-loading guns of the French army also bombarded the Xiyong battalion, and they were still immersed in the 'inertia' of retreating all the way, and the sudden fire of their own artillery made them momentarily sluggish, and the enemy shells flew over, almost breaking up Juan's phalanx by a few small shells.

Fortunately, Carlos, who was behind, promptly ordered the phalanx to take twenty steps forward and hold Juan's three phalanxes up, with friendly troops on both flanks, so that the company, which had lost a few good hands, stopped the chaos.

The French army continued to advance with their weapons in preparation for the next breakthrough battle, and in the process, the Francos guns next to the phalanx continued to fire at the Xiyong battalion.

In the eyes of Chen Jiujing on the city wall, everything was progressing very quickly, and the artillery not far away was only projecting three rounds of artillery fire at the enemy position, and the French infantry phalanx had already started firing.

Muskets, crossbows, and longbows alternated as they advanced, and the eight phalanxes of the front army also returned fire with arquebuses and crossbows at a 'long' distance of 200 paces.

The most striking thing is, of course, the two armies spewing smoke and approaching each other quickly, until they close to an extremely cruel distance, a spear.

Musketeers and crossbowmen outside the spear formations on both sides fired their arrows in the direction where their spears could reach, and the veterans in the front row of the company were fleeting like consumables, and then the inexperienced spearmen filled their positions under the tension of the battle, stabbed the enemy or were poked by the stabbing spears, and lay on the ground waiting for their comrades or enemies to step over them.

In the midst of the soldier-to-general battle, the French commander discovered that his four companies in the middle had byes.

With no enemy in front of them, they can either drive straight into attacking the enemy under the bastion, or they can divide their forces to support the opposing phalanx.

It seems that Chen Jiujing deliberately left a gap in the Chinese army that made the two French earl commanders notice, and they changed the usual tactic of using knight squadrons to roam the two wings and wait for an opportunity to destroy the flanks, and the scattered knights regrouped towards the Chinese army, and then followed the four companies with no enemy in front of them to the middle of the battlefield.

"General, the enemy cavalry moves...... General, what are you doing? ”

The Korean guerrillas came running from the protruding fort on the right side of the fortress to warn Chen Jiujing, who seemed to be indifferent to the enemy's cavalry assembly, but when he ran a hundred steps in a hurry, he found Chen Jiujing bowing his head and drawing on the city wall with a charcoal pencil!

Hearing his shout, he also had a serious look of hard thinking and meditation, and raised his palm with his left hand around his chest to signal him not to speak.

At the same time, his right hand kept writing something on the battlements, and Huang Xi couldn't see what was painted several steps away, only knowing that there were Chinese characters and pictures, which was very complicated.

Seeing that the cavalry of the Western Army had completed its assembly and slowly marched towards the Chinese army, the more the enemy army advanced, the more anxious Huang Xi became, and seeing the enemy infantry cross the center of the battlefield and continue to move forward, even sweat flowed down his forehead and the gap in his helmet.

Even if he didn't know much about the way the Europeans were fighting, the current situation on the battlefield was clear at a glance, and the battle of each phalanx was already anxious in just a moment, and the six phalanxes that his side was engaged with the enemy army were already sticking together with the enemy's six phalanxes like boiling sugar, and he couldn't retreat at this time.

At this moment, a phalanx of 300 people belonging to the Juan mercenary regiment on the left flank of the front army had been completely routed in the process of continuous flank bombardment of two Fran cannons and the enemy, and the spearmen behind dropped their weapons and ran backwards, and the soldiers who were still resisting in front lost their support and were slaughtered in a blink of an eye, and some musketeers simply raised their muskets above their heads and knelt on the ground to beg for mercy.

The same scenario was about to happen to the two companies on the right flank, and the soldiers in the rear of the company were already showing signs of desertion.

The enemy's infantry formations were engaged, and next to their own formations were their own formations, which could no longer support the infantry with their parabolic artillery, while the enemy's Fran cannons that followed the phalanx were able to fire directly from the flanks.

The form of engagement is very unfavorable for them, and it is only a matter of time before they continue to be defeated, even if they get heavy artillery support, they will have to wait for the seven companies of the front army to be defeated on all fronts, and then what can they do to fight the French who are crushed by the large army?

At the same time that the second company began to rout, Chen Jiujing suddenly took a deep breath, raised his hand and slammed it on the battlements, erasing all traces, and turned to Huang Xi and said: "One thousand and one hundred steps, all artillery is adjusted to a firing angle of one thousand and one hundred steps, listen to my orders." ”

After that, he said to the herald waiting beside him: "Order Kangguru to get on his horse, open the city gate, and order the Franco cavalry on both wings to prepare to outflank, and the Jurchen infantry of the Baishan battalion to go out of the trenches." ”

Huang Xi was stunned for a moment, and without asking, he immediately ordered his subordinates to follow left and right to shout a few times in the Korean language, and the Korean musketeers carrying bird guns rushed to the left and right, and gave orders to the artillerymen who operated the artillery in turn.

With the small caliber of the guns raised the angle of fire and the large caliber of the high gun tail, the entire city wall came to life.

The herald waved his flag twice at the head of the city, Kangguru, who had been waiting below, buckled his helmet and shouted twice, and more than 100 Jurchen warriors mounted their horses in turn, holding spears and waiting under the city, and the city gate creaked and slowly opened.

Chen Jiujing's gaze crossed the trench under the city and the neatly arranged Carlos phalanx, and looked at the four French military teams that were about to reach the estimated distance in the distance, and the knights who were slowly pacing had gradually dispersed in the middle of the battlefield, and their intention could not be more obvious - to spread out from the center and attack the flanks of each phalanx, so as to achieve victory on all fronts.

"On the left side of the Chinese army, the nearest Fayi phalanx, sixty-four gates are ready to aim."

The order was conveyed mechanically, but Huang Xi's mind was still clouded, listening to the general's meaning...... Is it to use sixty-four artillery guns to salvo that Fayi phalanx?

There were only 300 people in that phalanx!

The general will judge and hesitate at the order, but the soldiers will not, the artillery on the battlements that have already adjusted the angle of fire is aimed at all for a while, and the cries of each artillery preparation come and go one after another, until Chen Jiujing waved down the hand holding the command flag, and the heralds behind him shouted in unison: "Release!" ”

Rumble!

The loud, long-stretch roar of cannon sounded as if the sky had fallen.

Artillery of different calibers and sizes fired at the same target in the distance on the east wall of the fortress almost simultaneously, and the recoil of the many artillery salvos made people feel the shaking through the thick walls beneath their feet, and the Jurchen cavalry horses under the city stood up uncontrollably.

Countless sounds crashed into their ears, even if the artillerymen stuffed cotton in their ears did not work, and their heads hurt and their eyes were full of stars, but they could see that the command flag was still waving, and the command was given to reload and aim half an inch to the right.

Chen Jiujing, who covered his ears, looked at the place where the cannonball landed, where the phalanx once stood, and was almost ploughed flat, showing an incomparable look of joy and an innocent smile, although his left ear hurt badly, it did not prevent him from opening his mouth to talk to himself with a smile.

At this moment, no matter how loud his voice was, no one in the city could hear him for a while, but he was still speaking.

"None of you can run, little grandpa has calculated your escape speed and the loading speed of my artillery, you can't run out of my artillery range."

In the end, he even took off his hand that was covering his ears with a little blood, clenched his fists in front of him and shouted, "All have to die!" ”