With Sun Yuanhua's roar, the third shelling of the Jurchens also arrived. The whistling cannonballs smashed on the fortress with a muffled sound, causing stone chips to fly on the walls of the fortress, and even the strong fortress shook gently in the earth-shattering attack.

Zhang Dou strode in front of Sun Yuanhua and said, "Uncle Shi! How did you get to such a dangerous place? ”

"If I don't come, you kid won't open fire? If you don't fight back at this time, when will you wait? Saying that, Sun Yuanhua pushed Zhang Dou away and ran straight to the gun position.

"Little nephew, don't you look at how powerful Jiannu's thousand-pound Buddha machine is! The little nephew will fight back! This is a return shot! Zhang Dou said after Sun Yuanhua.

Sun Yuanhua ignored Zhang Dou, ran to the side of the gun position to measure, and slightly adjusted the firing angle of the artillery, and immediately ordered, "Fire!" ”

Li Zhu looked at Zhang Dou in embarrassment but did not move, Sun Yuanhua glared at Li Zhu angrily and said, "What? Does the old man's order work? ”

He was really angry, and he personally commanded the artillery fire at the risk of being hit by the artillery, but no one followed his orders. This made Sun Yuanhua's old face go where to go, and just when Sun Yuanhua was about to break out, Zhang Dou relieved Li Zhu.

"Uncle Shi! There is a danger of exploding the cannon fire, how dare they fire here? Let's go back and watch as well! Zhang Dou's words Sun Yuanhua's face looked a little better.

"The old man knows the artillery cast by him, even if you open the cannon, you will never blow up the chamber and hurt the old man, hit it with your heart!" After Sun Yuanhua finished speaking, he still took a few steps back. The gun emplacements were left to Li Zhu and a group of gunners.

With Li Zhu's order, six 6-pounder guns and 10 3-pounder guns roared and fired hot shells at the Jurchen artillery positions.

Seeing a puff of white smoke rising from the Ming army's fortress, Huang Taiji's heart was "suddenly!" At that moment, he screamed badly and looked at his own artillery.

The artillery of the Ming army was so accurate that almost all of them fell on the artillery positions of the Jurchens. The whistling cannons combed through the Jurchen artillery in an instant, and the cannonballs hit the busy gunners with huge kinetic energy.

The huge force tore people to pieces in an instant, and the big living person who was still intact just now turned into minced meat in the blink of an eye, this scene was too terrifying.

The artillery that was hit by the shells suddenly deformed and flew high. When it fell, 4 gunners were killed by stone, and those 4 people were instantly crushed into pulp!

Huang Taiji's gunners were stunned by this sudden shelling, and many people stood in place at a loss.

Their group of people used to be just gunners of the Ming army, and they had always fired artillery calmly, where they had withstood the test of artillery battles.

Looking at the messy artillery position, I don't know who screamed, hugged his head and ran back. The others were also awakened by the scream, and ran backwards in a panic.

They are afraid, it has always been them who bombard others with artillery. There has not been a shelling of artillery, especially with such a heavy artillery covering.

Zhao Xiaosi made a lot of effort when he pushed the cannon just now, and he was sweating profusely, and he was praised by the Jurchen master and got a precious opportunity to rest.

Just now, he saw his artillery constantly attacking the fortress of Immortal Island, and he was also a member of the cheers. And his Niu Lu Zhang Jing Fan Kuan was much calmer, and he also lit a cigarette bag pot, "Let's do it!" Let's go! Smoking a dry cigarette, he leisurely watched the gunner's shooting performance.

And those soldiers who were responsible for protecting the artillery with the banner of the Han army also became the coolies of the gunners. The regiment that was made by the cannon finger of the same Han army flag turned, and the movement was a little slower, and it would be kicked.

Zhao Xiaosi admired him from the bottom of his heart, Niu Lu Zhang Jing Fan Kuan, if it weren't for his reminder, he would not only be a member of the busy group, but he would also be accidentally sent to the sky by the bombed artillery.

Just now there was a clumsy Han army flag, and there was no place for the Franc machine. As a result, there was a little fire, and the hot gunpowder did not go out of the muzzle, but spewed out from the mouth of the gun at the tail of the cannon.

The flimsy Han military flag was sprayed all at once, and the man screamed and rolled on the spot. Later, the companions around him couldn't stand it anymore and drew their knives to give the man a hard time.

From that incident on, Zhao Xiaosi followed Fan Kuan firmly and never left half a step.

He was also frightened by the shelling just now, and the whistling shells hit the artillery positions and did not stop, but came towards their resting place.

Just as he was on the spot, there was a cry of "Get down!" The shout reminded him. Out of trust in the voice's owner, he threw himself to the ground. Keep your head firmly on the ground, ignoring the dust on the ground.

Listening to the sound of whistle constantly flying over his head, he secretly rejoiced in his heart that he had escaped again. Lord Fan Kuan saved him again, and he must find an opportunity to repay his old man.

I don't know how long later, when everything was calm again, he raised his head slightly to look at the messy artillery position.

I saw that there were stumps and broken arms everywhere, and the wreckage of artillery was everywhere. From time to time, gunpowder detonated, making a violent explosion. It was as if the world had come to an end, and there was no one left alive.

He muttered to himself: How many shells did the Ming army fire? Don't they need to reload artillery with gunpowder?

With doubts, he looked back at Fan Kuan, who was also stunned, and said, "Uncle Fan! Shall we run too? ”

Fan Kuan didn't answer immediately, he waved his hand at Zhao Xiaosi and said, "Keep up!" With that, he ran to the messy position.

Zhao Xiaosi didn't understand why Fan Kuan, the shrewd Niu Lu Zhangjing, went to the front to die, but out of trust, he also followed closely behind, for fear of being thrown off by Fan Kuan.

The two quickly came to the artillery position, and Fan Kuan quickly patrolled back and forth among the corpses on the ground.

Suddenly! His eyes lit up, and he pointed to a mutilated corpse with his hand and said, "Boy! Carry this on your back! ”

Zhao Xiaosi had a stomach question, but he knew that now was not the time to ask questions, so he came to the owner of the corpse without saying a word, and reached out to pull up the half-cut corpse and carry it on his back.

The lower body of this corpse has been beaten and I don't know where it went, so Zhao Xiaosi's back is quite easy.

And Fan Kuan is also a person with a missing thigh on his back, and that person seems to have a breath. Fan Kuan didn't explain too much and said, "Let's go!" ”

The two of them hurriedly ran in the direction of the camp, and the blood dripping from the people behind them on the road almost stained them all into blood, but the two of them didn't care about this, and ran as hard as they could.

They ran to the place where they had just been hiding, and the cannon behind them rang out again. The continuous shelling almost scared them to the ground, but fortunately they came back in time, otherwise they would have become a pile of rotten meat.

When they ran to the safe area, Zhao Xiaosi finally asked the doubts in his heart.

"Uncle Fan! Why do we risk carrying two dead children back? ”

"Save your life!" Fan Kuan replied angrily, just the short distance just now almost consumed the physical strength of nearly 40 people in this year.

They slowed their pace, gasping for breath as they went. Now that they were in a safe area, the two of them felt a softness under their feet. If Fan Kuan hadn't spoken, Zhao Xiaosi would have wanted to leave the dead on his body immediately.

Not long after, a group of Jurchen armor soldiers came from the front, and these people rushed to the two of them with shouts. Some people had already drawn their sabers, and Zhao Xiaosi collapsed to the ground when he saw this scene.

Fan Kuan was better than Zhao Xiaosi, and he said in the Jurchen dialect that he was not proficient in: "People are still angry,...... Back ...... Bring back ......."

When these Jurchens heard Fan Kuan's words, they also noticed the people in them. Several Jurchens jumped off their horses and first checked the injuries of the person behind Fan Kuan.

Seeing that the person still had a breath, he couldn't help but quickly unload the person from Fan Kuan's body. Then he gently put it on the horse's back and headed in the direction of the camp.

When they saw the half of the corpse behind Zhao Xiaosi, they frowned, and Fan Kuan hurriedly said, "Just now...... Alive......! ”

At this time, a Jurchen wearing white cotton armor came from behind, and Fan Kuan quickly knelt down as soon as he saw this person. Hurriedly said: "My lord! ”

Zhao Xiaosi also knelt down, buried his head very low, and didn't dare to get up.

The Jurchen said in a blunt Chinese dialect: "You are very good! Rescued the great Jurchen warriors, Lord Belle will reward you, you don't have to die! ”

Listening to the words of this white-armored soldier, Fan Kuan finally breathed a sigh of relief. My busy work has finally paid off, and I finally don't have to die!