Knock, knock, knock!

The dull sound of war drums sounded on the banks of the Juma River, and the troops did not move, seeing the horse teams galloping in the dense fog on the opposite bank, the front-line gunners were handed over to Deng Zilong to command, and the sergeants of his headquarters were waiting to be killed by the trenches, Chen Mu retreated to the artillery position behind him, and personally commanded the unprecedented infantry artillery brigade in his hands.

He has twenty-four artillery pieces in his hand, and Deng Zilong has six guns next to the trenches, Chen Mu regrets a little that he didn't take Balang back from Qi Jiguang, and it should be handy to let that kid command the artillery team.

But it doesn't matter, it's the same with him in command.

The twenty-four guns were divided into three formations, left, center, and right, each with five two-pound guns and three five-pound guns, and in their preset positions, even the strongest enemy troops would be devoured alive by them.

Woo woo –

The muffled sound of the horn sounded again from the opposite bank, and the position of the three guards of Yanqing in the distance seemed to be silent, and it was obvious that the enemy's reconnaissance was very effective, and they could distinguish where the defense of the two defense areas was weak and where the troops were insufficient, so as to select the tethered horse bridge that seemed to be weakly guarded to break through.

It's just that sometimes the eyes can deceive people, and those who seem weak are the strong side, and those who seem to be strong are weak and can be bullied.

"The enemy cavalry has attacked!"

The short 200-step defense line is densely covered with countless standard-bearers, from the time the cavalry of the brigade stepped on the tethered horse bridge, there were shouts one after another everywhere, Chen Mu could see clearly, only a hundred horsemen galloped towards the bridge, and then there were at most two hundred-man teams, and the enemy formation was still far behind.

It was a tentative attack.

"Don't fire, listen to me."

Chen Mu's command flag was placed downward, in his heart, the first three encounters were the most important, no matter how many enemy troops there were, his artillery team would not fire before the enemy's third attack began.

His army was demoralized to the point of being too low before the battle, and even the most elite banner army in his hands would be overwhelmed by several guerrilla attacks by the enemy when he left the trenches, and he needed an easy and beautiful first victory, in addition to two beautiful victories to completely reverse the previous mental contrast between friend and foe.

"The left army raises its guns!"

Deng Zilong stood on the left side of the trench, the hysterical shouts and the high dragon horn flag were undoubtedly the most brilliant in the battle formation, even if Chen Mu was in the direction, he could still hear his roar and see his heroic posture.

In the telescope, the enemy cavalry rushed to the bridge, blocked by the iron thistle terrestris on the bridge, the charging formation was panicked when it reached the halfway point, the cavalry of the Tumut tribe with bald braids pouted from the horse that was suffering from pain, Deng Zilong had not yet given the order to release the gun, first there was a gun, and then in the trench that Chen Mu could not see, a row of firearms was released towards the bridge.

Mixed with two small flag arrows, they flew crookedly across the bridge, and then exploded.

"I'm so nervous."

Chen Mu stepped on a barrel of gunpowder and looked at the opposite bank, fortunately the enemy cavalry behind did not follow closely, the chaos in the front disturbed the cavalry behind, a row of guns was too far away, neither the guns nor the rockets could hurt the enemy cavalry in the slightest, and it was all up to the iron thistle terrestris to pierce the captives and scream.

"Don't panic! Second column, up! ”

Deng Zilong was obviously angry, but before he could shout the second gun, the captives on the bridge had already retreated like a tide, and then the cheers of recruiting soldiers sounded in front of the battle.

In the first encounter, the thistle terrestris made the enemy cavalry suffer a small loss, although the flag army of their own side did not perform well, but the upper hand is the upper hand.

Of course, it was only the upper hand, because neither side died, not even the horse, and was limped back under the bridge.

Deng Zilong seemed to look at Chen Mu suspiciously, Chen Mu nodded slowly, although he didn't know if Deng Zilong could see it. But he knew that what Deng Zilong wanted to ask was why he didn't bombard them.

Although there was no such thing as psychology in this period, almost all wars since ancient times used psychological tactics, just like captives running in the fog for days and disappearing, in order to make the flag army make mistakes, such as the uncontrollable fire of the flag army under tight pressure.

But he has a good plan, and I have a wall ladder.

Chen Mu wants to hinder the morale of the enemy army at multiple levels, completely throw fear to the opposing cavalry, the first battle to hurt the horses, the second battle to hurt people, and the third battle - make them feel that they can't win at all!

It didn't take long for the dismounted infantry to line up the bridge with shields to clean up the thistles on the bridge, and Deng Zilong said in a loud voice: "Artillery aiming!" ”

The six guns on the side of the trench were aimed at the infantry dismounted and dismounted on the bridge, and then a loud roar was issued, and a large cloud of gunpowder smoke rose from the sound of the cannons for several miles, and the cannonballs swept through all the barriers along the way like a violent wind, and all the human shields were cracked when they touched it.

The two-pound cannon can already break people through the shield, not to mention that the five-pound cannon with a huge whistle sound went straight through the formation, and the dismounted hundred-man team was blown to pieces, and dozens of uninjured captives fled back to the position.

The left and right of the trenches cheered again, this time their morale was much higher than before, and the artillery was the same as the heavens and the earth, while the opponents had no artillery, which would give them an advantage in the battle.

Deng Zilong was very smart, he probably figured out Chen Mu's thoughts, and sent someone over to inform: "General Deng Yun will not fire the second cannon, so that Beiyu will not know how long I will charge." ”

Chen Mu replied: "The six cannons are separated, and they are fired twice." ”

The bridge is so narrow, as long as two shells hit it, you can hit from this end to that end, don't care about the foot cavalry can't stop the five-pound cannon, but the two-pound cannon may be blocked immediately, but this is not in the way.

Because it's already the third formation.

The third confrontation came later than Chen Mu imagined, and Hu Xingyun's camp in the middle also sent flying horses, and reported that the Jiangyue Forest Department that had set up a camp in the northwest had also exchanged troops with the northern captives, and there were bursts of artillery in front of the battle.

Jiang Yuelin's cannon is a tiger squat and a general's cannon, in addition to this, he also has some items such as a hundred tigers running together, obviously this Jiang commander has moved all his family resources to fight this battle, regardless of whether those appliances are good or not, it is better than nothing.

"The northern captives have gathered troops!"

In the binoculars, Chen Mu saw a large number of Beiyu cavalry gathering behind the infantry, preparing to forcibly break through the bridge deck, and his idea was wrong, and the Beiyu also had artillery ...... He saw the strong Saibei warriors in the enemy's infantry team, carrying tiger cannons bare-chested and at the forefront of the formation.

I think it was the ordnance they had captured from the previous attack on the Acropolis.

It's good that it's not a Franc machine.

Woo woo –

In the low sound of horns, Chen Mu saw them marching forward in formation, he waved the command flag to the left and right: "The artillery team aims, the middle formation aims at the bridge deck in front of the formation, and the left and right teams aim at the cavalry behind them, prepare!" ”

Between the runs, a large group of men and horses rushed onto the bridge deck, carrying a large shield in front, a clear iron thistle in the middle, and a cavalry behind swaying their bones and accompanying them, making meaningless whistles in their mouths, as if in all directions.

This sound made people feel terrifying, as if the war of the thirteenth century had been written into the genes of human beings, and Chen Mu didn't like to hear it, so he waved his hand and covered his ears.

"Put!"

Rumble! Boom Boom!

Twenty-four guns of different calibers roared on the Juma River battlefield.