(0735) However, the expectations of the top brass of Dajin did not last long and soon disappeared. Because, the artillery fire of the white-clothed army is still so fierce, so ferocious, and so irresistible. The mortar fired almost one shell per second, which plunged the entire artillery position of the Dajin Army into a sea of fire.

Even the most knowledgeable high-ranking members of the Dajin Kingdom could not describe in words what they saw. The only feeling they had was that they must have offended the gods and the demons somewhere. Only a demon can unleash such terrifying energy. No matter how brave they used to be, how fierce they were to die, they were so fragile and vulnerable in front of the demons. Many people have already begun to retreat.

Even Amin, who was the most brave in battle, had already had a strong sense of retreat. Of course, he wouldn't believe it, it was a demon appearing. He was sure that this was the most powerful firearm of the White Army, a firearm more powerful than any other. In the hands of the white-clothed army, with such a terrible firearm in their hands, the combat effectiveness of the Dajin army, even if it is doubled, is not the opponent of the white-clothed army. Yangguan Fort will definitely not be able to continue to fight immediately. They must retreat immediately!

It's a pity that at this time, the high-level of Dajin State is in a state of serious chaos. The appearance of mortars caught Nurhachi and others completely off guard. At this time, their minds were still blank for the time being. None of them reacted immediately and should have ordered the troops to retreat immediately. They just stared stupidly at the firelight, listened to the loud noises, and did nothing, as if their souls had been emptied in an instant.

In fact, the appearance of mortars has indeed stimulated Nurhachi and them too much. In their field of vision, mortar shells continued to explode, stirring up a powerful shock wave that swept everything around the landing site. Within a radius of five feet, everything was blown beyond recognition. No matter what it is, as long as it is touched, it will immediately be the result of death or injury. The war horses weighing hundreds of pounds were blown up on the spot.

The explosive power of mortar shells is much more powerful than that of hand grenades. A mortar with a caliber of 60 mm, the power of the explosion, is almost equivalent to five grenades bundled together. One can imagine how large the casualties it will cause if it falls in the ranks of the enemy. A large number of shrapnel flew at the same time, killing and injuring people and other materiel. The debris that was blown up also became accomplices. Therefore, there is no possibility of people and objects near the explosion point slipping through the net.

The strong explosion of the mortar shell at hand made the soldiers of the Han army completely unconscious. Many people were blown to pieces on the spot. At that time, most people did not know how to avoid artillery fire in this way, and less than half of them knew how to lie down and not move. Some people know that if they continue to stand in place, they will wait for death, and they also command themselves to flee quickly, but their legs just don't listen to the command, and they stay in place until the shells cover themselves. Some people wanted to lie down, but their bodies didn't listen to the command, and they were blown up while standing stupidly.

In addition to the human body being blown to pieces, there are also a large number of artillery pieces that are blown to smithereens. The gun carriages of those Franc machine guns could not withstand the mortar bombardment, and after a shell exploded, the originally intact Franc machine guns were left with only thick barrels. Everything else is divided. As for the tiger squat cannon or something, it just exploded into nothing.

What's more, the sudden explosion plunged all the Han flag artillery into chaos all at once. People have always been afraid of the unknown. If this fear seriously threatens their own safety, their psychological defense line will collapse immediately. Even if someone is pressed, it will quickly collapse.

"O devil! Run! Suddenly, someone shouted.

The soldiers of the Han army fled one after another. The collapse of tens of thousands of people, that's definitely not a joke. It is not easy to organize tens of thousands of people, to make them obey commands, and to act in unison. However, it is very easy to break up tens of thousands of people and become a mess. Dominated by fear, everyone is desperately looking for a way to survive. In order to fight for the road, they will fight and kill each other. Chaos inevitably arises.

The Jianyu archers, who were responsible for the bullet behind the Han army flag, were also a little unable to hold on. They also don't know what is going on in front of them. Some of the mortar shells even fell in the middle of their ranks, as a result, they also suffered huge damage. They are also dominated by fear, and they are also showing signs of wavering. Fortunately, the foundation of their usual training is still there, and there will be no scattered escape.

"What the hell is going on?" There are constant inquiries.

But no one answered. In fact, there is no one to answer either. Dajinguo, for its part, didn't know what was going on at all. Something like a mortar has completely surpassed their cognition, even if Xu Xingxia told them personally, it is estimated that they will not be able to understand it in a short time. They can only guess out of thin air by virtue of their own experience. In the end, even they don't believe in the results they conjecture.

"Bang bang bang!"

"Bang bang bang!"

Dense gunfire began to ring out.

The Mongol cavalry in the charge began to fall continuously.

Without the support of artillery, the Mongol cavalry that rushed forward could only replicate the tragedy of the previous Dajin cavalry. At medium and long distances, they suffered powerful casualties from Han-style rifles, and the number of casualties began to gradually climb. The Mongol cavalry, which rushed the fastest, the fiercest, and the front, were all taken care of by the snipers without exception. Often, after a dull gunshot, their bodies fall silently from their horses.

At a distance of two or three hundred meters, the snipers of the white-clothed army are still very powerful. The target they are aiming at has little chance of escaping. The only exception is Igduzi. This guy's luck, it's really good. I don't know what went wrong with his war horse, but as a result, when approaching Yangguan Fort, his speed fell. His bodyguards came up and regrouped him. More Mongol cavalry swept past him and slaughtered at Yangguan Fort. As a result, he escaped by chance.

However, Igduqi, who was favored by the goddess of luck, did not cherish the good luck that God gave him at all. His determination to die could not be stopped even by Lady Luck. When he found out that there was a problem with the hooves of his war horse, he immediately replaced another war horse and continued to rush to the front line. However, he was once again cared for by Lady Luck. The bullets that flew back and forth still didn't hit. Liu Chuang saw Igduqi from the telescope, and couldn't help but jump to his feet and curse his subordinates for their incompetence. If it weren't for his own marksmanship, he would have gone into battle in person.

"This guy...... Luck was a little bit too good. Xu Xingxia couldn't help muttering. He also saw the "miracle" of Igduzi from the telescope. In such a cruel and bloody battlefield, such an obvious target, it was not immediately killed by the snipers, Xu Xingxia could only sigh that his luck was indeed good to the extent of the sky.

However, the rest of the Mongol cavalry, compared to Igduqi, did not have such good luck. Maybe they all focused their good fortune on Igduzi, so they only encountered the most unlucky things. In the course of their advance, they were subjected to heavy gunfire and suffered heavy casualties. After approaching the wall of Yangguan Fort, he suffered grenade killing, and the casualties were even heavier.

In the face of the fierce Mongolian cavalry, the white-clothed army counterattacked in the same way, that is, constantly throwing grenades. Mao Wenlong once again threw more than thirty grenades in a row, feeling that his arm did not belong to him again. However, under the stimulus of the smoke of the battlefield, he can still continue to throw more grenades. Anyway, if the arm is broken, it will be broken. As long as the enemy is eliminated, it is worth it to break the arm.

Suffering such a fierce grenade, the casualties of the Mongol cavalry can be imagined. Almost as soon as they approached the city wall, a group of people were about to be blown up. The more cavalry they poured into, the more cavalry they were blown up. The Mongol cavalry, killed and wounded, fell in front of the walls of Yangguan Fort, along with their horses. In some places, the corpses of the Mongol cavalry were completely equal to the height of the city walls.

A large amount of blood began to flow down the open space outside Yangguan Fort. In the previous battle, the open space outside Yangguan Fort had absorbed too much blood of the Dajin Army, and the underground had long been saturated. Therefore, the blood shed by the Mongols, which was largely not absorbed, flowed along the ground. The blood first gathered into small streams, and then developed into rivers that flowed in front of the Great Golden Army. In the air, the rich smell of blood and gunpowder smoke mixed together, as if it could suffocate people.

"How so?"

"Damn the Jurchens, what the hell are they hiding?"

Seeing all this, Igduqi had to wonder for the first time whether the Mongols were really capable of taking Yangguan Fort. The casualties caused by the Han-style rifles were still able to be borne by the Mongols for the time being. After all, their speed is very fast, and there are many people, and the losses caused by Han-style rifles are, relatively speaking, not very large. However, the power of the grenade is more unbearable. Every grenade explosion caused great casualties to the Mongol cavalry.

(To be continued)