Chapter 1060: Let the Warriors Take a Break (Page 1/1)

The bullet struck the shield, and although it did not penetrate, it was like a sledgehammer struck on it. The Mongol, with his shield in hand, was not feeling well, and had just adjusted his mount to prevent himself from falling off his horse, when another bullet hit his horse.

The bullet hit the body of the horse, and the Mongol horse fell to the ground in an instant. The Mongol on horseback threw himself away, but he didn't check his injuries at all, and quickly got up and ran forward.

It's not that this Mongol is brave at all, but that he is the front row of more than 10,000 Mongols charging into battle, with countless war horses behind him.

Those war horses will not stop because of his fall, and they can be regarded as kind-hearted people who can adjust their horses' heads a little to avoid them.

He also had no choice but to run forward, and although there was very little hope of life, he still had to fight for it.

Just a few steps after he ran out, a war horse passed by him. Looking at the distant war horse, how the Mongol hoped that his companions would pull him onto the war horse.

As soon as this thought came to mind, another war horse collided with him.

The Mongol was knocked out of the way, and after landing on the ground, countless horses' hooves trampled on him.

When the horses rushed across the land, only a puddle of flesh was left in place.

Oba rode on his horse and carefully observed the battle situation ahead, and those large shields could indeed play a certain role. The damage in this charge was much lighter than the previous one, and it seemed that there would not be too many casualties in front of the barbed wire.

The low barbed wire fences were not a difficult task, and the Mongols were able to jump over them with their superb riding skills.

As long as the Mongols were allowed to storm the trenches, the Changxing army, which could only use firearms, was no match for the Mongols at all.

Just as Oba nodded slightly, the cavalry at the front with large shields pounced.

Although some were distressed by the losses of their own cavalry, they did not give the order to retreat.

The soldiers with large shields were all hit by their mounts and fell to the ground, but they had already completed their mission.

The Mongols approached the barbed wire at a smaller cost, which was enough for Oba.

There were only a few barbed wire fences left in front of them, and they would be able to rush through them with a few casualties.

Ma Jingbo kept roaring in the trench: "Hit those with shields first, don't hit the shields, you can't hit the big block of the war horse, and you have to train you fiercely when you go back!" ……”

Just as the Mongols approached the barbed wire, a sneer appeared on Ma Jingbo's face.

"Fire!"

The gunners finally got the order to speak, and one cannon after another was ignited, and a loud rumbling sound resounded in the trenches one after another.

"Quick! Fast! Fast! Hurry up for Lao Tzu, and if you don't take the credit, let the firecracker finish it, but you can't even drink the soup, so you just find a piece of tofu and hit it headlong and die!

Hurry up! Beat out the rest of the guns as quickly as possible, and a few of you will also move Lao Tzu, hurry up and reload the guns! "Gun Commander Wang Haiyang used to be a gunner on a battleship.

Stabbed in the thigh by flying sawdust during the naval battle, he had to retreat from the battleship.

A few years on board made him fall in love with artillery, and even after leaving the ship, he did not go home to have fun, but entered the army.

With rich experience in artillery operation, it didn't take long for him to become a gun commander in the army.

He was also suffocated by the fact that he had not received the order to open fire before, and at this moment he was directing his artillery team to attack the Mongol cavalry that rushed up.

Dozens of artillery pieces kept bombarding the Mongols in the charging formation, and the characteristics of the Franc machine artillery were vividly brought into play at this moment.

For a moment, the guns fired more often than the gunners, and in a short time the gunners had emptied nine guns.

The barrage of buckshot formed a death barrier in front of the barbed wire, and the Mongol cavalry suffered heavy losses as soon as they hit their heads on it.

Each of the lead bullets fired by the artillery is full of several shots, which can easily penetrate the human body and knock down the cavalry behind.

Hundreds of lead bullets will form a fan shape when fired, and as long as the Mongols are hit head-on, the fate will be very miserable.

Many cavalrymen were still shouting and charging one moment before, and the next moment they would be torn to pieces by artillery, and the ground under the feet of the Mongol cavalry was stained red with blood, and many were knocked to the ground before they could react.

Seeing such a scene, Oba didn't close his mouth for a long time, and at this moment he really realized the horror of the Changxing Army.

No wonder the Jurchens were reluctant to attack the position of the Changxing army head-on, and how many people would be defeated if they rushed up with such firepower.

When he reacted and wanted to call his men and horses to withdraw, he found that the Mongolian cavalry charging in front of him had been stunned by the artillery fire of the Changxing army.

On the battlefield where the cannon roared, the sound of the horn seemed somewhat insignificant. Oba had ordered the horn to be sounded, but few heard of the retreat.

Some of the stupid Mongols charged forward on their horses, and then were either torn apart by artillery or hit by guns.

When the Mongols reacted, only half of the men and horses were left.

The frightened Mongols fled back in disarray, not daring to look back for fear of a deadly bomb.

When the remnants of the defeated army retreated, Oba was a little discouraged after counting the numbers.

Just two attacks cost the lives of almost 10,000 Horqin warriors, and even if the Horqin tribe occupied the grassland with fertile water and grass, it could not afford such consumption.

It was only then that Oba realized that perhaps his younger brother Budazi was right. The Jurchens should not wade into this muddy water, it is countless treasures that blind him, if he continues to fight, the warriors of the Horqin Department may all die in Liaodong.

Oba who was reluctant to retreat just wanted to take people back to Zhenwu Fort, but at this moment, he didn't intend to admit it anymore.

In the future, I made up my mind to hide behind the Jurchens, and if I am embarrassed, I will be ashamed! It's better than losing your life.

If it is possible to find an opportunity, he will return to the Horqin steppe and never mix in the battle between the Jurchens and the Changxing army again.

Although the queens of the Jurchen Khan were all women of their Horqin tribe, this was not a reason for the extinction of the Horqin clan.

Just as Oba gave the order to withdraw, a group of men and horses came in the distance.

Most of the men and horses in this team were foot soldiers, only the people who led the team were Jurchen armor soldiers, and the rest were Han army banners trotting underground.

The person who came to Oba's side clasped his fists and said, "Patriarch Oba! When the Khan heard that your war was not going well, he ordered me to come to the aid of the Oba chief! ”

"Yuetobel! Oba has already failed, and the firearms of the Han are too sharp. Ten thousand warriors of Korqin have died here, and it's time for the warriors to rest! Oba didn't look like he was on top of him, and said sincerely.

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