At that time, most of the cannons used were solid shells, and only when the cannon was fired, the sound was loud, and after the shells fell, there was no sound. Due to the distance at which the cannon was fired, it was generally far away, and the Tartar sounded, naturally without much feeling. As for the fireworks bomb, more often than not, it is a kind of deterrent, and in fact there is no lethality.

At that time, the caliber of the Franc machine artillery was about 60 mm to 70 mm, and only the caliber of the redcoat cannon reached more than 110 mm. How much black gunpowder can you expect to be in a projectile of such caliber, and how much explosive power can it have? It's about the same with modern high-explosive charges. Black Sorkin or C4 is fine, even the yellow explosives are a bit reluctant.

"What's going on?"

Mo Yuegen asked with a frown in the back.

Although he was the god of arrows of the Tatars and was well-informed, he had never experienced such a violent explosion. He could immediately judge that such an explosion had caused a lot of casualties to his troops. The scene is so chaotic that the number of casualties will increase further. Fortunately, after all, he is a character who has seen strong winds and waves, and he will not be very surprised to find that his subordinates have been bombed so miserably.

It's a pity that there is no one who can answer Mo Yuegen's question. The commanders around Mo Yugen all shook their heads regretfully. When the loud noise came, their first reaction was also to be bombarded by the Ming artillery. However, this realization was quickly dismissed. Obviously, such a small beacon pier used for alarm is impossible to be equipped with cannons.

The Tatars have been fighting with the Ming army for a long time, and they can be said to have a good understanding of the tactics of the Ming army. If there were cannons mounted on top of the beacon pier, they wouldn't have entered from here at all. Or, directly gather heavy troops and take down the beacon pier. In fact, strictly speaking, the artillery of the Ming army, if not particularly large in number, the Tatars did not care too much at all. At that time, the lethality of artillery was limited, and it was necessary to rely on numbers to win.

"Keep going!"

Mo Yuegen waved his hand and said coldly.

As a fierce existence among the Tatars, Mo Yuegen's heart is much harder than Xu Xingxia's. The long years of fighting have long made Mo Yuegen extremely indifferent to life and death. The losses suffered by his subordinates were, in his eyes, simply a number. As long as the number is not very large, he will not care. In other words, this explosion will definitely not stop Mo Yuegen's progress.

On the contrary, faintly, Mo Yuegen still had a feeling of finding an opponent. Within the Tatars, Mo Yuegen had no rivals. The reason why I can't go on to the next step is because of my bloodline. He did not have the blood of the Golden Family, but was born from the lower strata of the Tatars. This has led to him being unable to do so in many ways. However, as long as it was on the battlefield, no one dared to ignore his presence.

From the time of the Tumu Fort, the Ming army had been in a passive defensive state, and the Tatars had completely grasped the initiative. Come whenever you want, and leave whenever you want. This way of fighting made the Tatars develop a habitual mentality, feeling that the Ming army was all tofu scum and was vulnerable. During the Jiajing period, Altan Khan led a large army to besiege Jingshi, even more so. The Ming army can hardly even keep its own Beijing division, what combat effectiveness do you talk about? If it weren't for that, the Tatar cavalry of thirty or fifty men would not dare to run around.

Today, a small beacon pier of the Ming army actually caused such heavy losses to the Tatars, which really made Mo Yuegen glow with fighting spirit. It had been a long time since he had suffered such heavy losses in the hands of the Ming army. With the surname that the Tatars must repay, as long as they suffer losses, they must find a way to return them. The greater the loss, the greater the return.

Under the orders of Mo Yuegen, the other Tatar cavalry continued to advance. A commander personally went to the front to command. The frightened Tatar cavalry also quickly calmed down and cleared the scene as soon as possible to open up a new passage. Naturally, no one cares about the people who were killed. It doesn't matter if the stump is severed. The wounded were temporarily pulled aside to await treatment. The fallen horses, dead and alive, were also pulled aside.

If you are a Han Chinese, it is still quite troublesome to do these kung fu. However, the Tatars were not troublesome at all. Among the skills they are best at, there is the kung fu of lasso. With a slight flick, the target is lassoed with a rope and the horse is followed to pull them apart. Even if it is a stone weighing hundreds of pounds, several war horses can easily pull away with their efforts. Hundreds of Tatar cavalry worked together, and the horses, corpses, and so on, quickly pulled apart.

This skill of the Tartar can be used even when attacking fortifications. If the defenders are not very strong and the walls are not very strong, the Tartars can use tools such as cymbals to pull the walls down. Therefore, an ordinary fortress of the Ming army, if not built on complex terrain, would be dangerous. The Tartars will really pull down the city wall with a war horse, as shown in a certain movie. Like the Beacon Pier of Karon Mountain, even if the Tartar hits it with a war horse, it can knock the outer wall open.

Soon, the Tatars cleared the entrance to the canyon. Only large items were removed, and the stumps and broken arms remained at the scene. As time passed, a large amount of blood flowed, and in the process of dragging, a large amount of blood gushed out, and the ground was already full of blood-red. The large crater left by the explosion of the explosive package is clearly visible. The Tatar cavalry behind, ignoring everything that had happened before, continued to rush forward.

Although the Tatars subconsciously evacuated the distance between their troops, reducing the number of people entering the gorge at the same time. However, due to bottlenecks, the Tatar cavalry will inevitably become denser and more crowded when entering the gorge. If you enter one by one, it's not impossible, but it takes a lot of time. The soldiers are fast, and the Tartars can't afford to wait. The wolf smoke has been lit, and Ningxia Town has already taken precautions, if they delay any longer, when they arrive at Ningxia Town, they may really only get a piece of chicken feathers.

"Another pumpkin!" Minghao said excitedly. The explosion of the explosive package just now gave Ming Hao a huge stimulus. It turned out that the Ming army also had such a powerful weapon in their hands. The fierce Tartars, who were messed with like this, suddenly disappeared a large group. Keep throwing a few, and the casualties of the Tartars will be even greater. He hadn't seen such heavy casualties among the Tartars since he had been sent to Mount Caron.

The other Ming soldiers were also encouraged. Hundreds of people were reimbursed at once, and such casualties are definitely impressive. It's a pity that the distance is too far for them to go down and snatch the head of the Tartar. Otherwise, they would have rushed out long ago and fought for the head of the Tartar as their own exploits. They have exactly the same common problems as the ordinary guards. When you kill a tartar, you are afraid of it like a tiger. However, when snatching the head of the tartar, he went down to the mountain again.

"I can't use it anymore."

Xu Xingxia shook his head and said with some regret.

If it weren't for the fact that the beacon pier was in disrepair and was in danger of collapsing at any time, of course Xu Xingxia wouldn't mind, and would give Tartar a few more "pumpkins" to taste. It's just a pity that not now. For their own safety, these pumpkins cannot be used until necessary.

He secretly made up his mind in his heart, if he had the authority to govern the fortress of Karon Mountain in the future, he must find a way to build this place stronger, and then equip an elite small army, prepare hundreds of explosive packs, and dozens of moon guns, which can completely block the pace of the Tartars' attack. Such an invisible fortress is much more cost-effective than a tangible fortress, and it is also more damaging to the tartars.

"Moonshot, free fire!"

Xu Xingxia waved his hand and calmly gave an order.

His goal was not to block all the Tatar cavalry head-on. Such a goal is something he can't achieve. With a force of fifty men, it is too exaggerated to face five thousand Tatar cavalry head-on. However, it is still possible to put the Tartars in a dilemma. His goal was to inflict constant casualties on the Tatar cavalry. You pass from below, I keep shooting from the flank, and as long as the Tatar cavalry can withstand this casualty, he doesn't care.

The pumpkin is gone, please eat some peanuts from Tartar, that's no problem at all. Each of the white-clothed sergeants had nearly 300 rounds of Mini bullets, and the total number of Mini bullets carried by fifty or sixty people was more than 15,000 rounds. At a distance of two hundred meters, even a one-tenth of the hits could render a thousand and a half hundred Tatar cavalry incapacitated.

Can the Tatar cavalry withstand such casualties? Xu Xingxia was deeply skeptical. The Tartars of 5,000 men were killed and wounded 1,500 people, and the commander of the Tartars was afraid that he would vomit blood on the spot. In the history of the battles between the Tatars and the Han Chinese, it seems that there is no record of losing thousands of people in a single battle. What a victory!

"Bang bang bang!"

"Bang bang bang!"

"Bang bang bang!"

The gunshots of the moon gun are endless.

As the tiger and leopard warrior calmly pulled the trigger, one by one the thumb-sized Mini bullets roared straight towards the bottom of the canyon, mercilessly impacting everything in front of him. The bullet has the right of way, and any obstacle that stands in his way will be ruthlessly shattered. Whether this obstacle is alive or not.

The soldiers of the white-clothed army don't need to aim at all at all, they just need to shoot at the bottom of the canyon indiscriminately. They don't want to kill someone, they just hit a random person. Such a dense contingent of the Tatar cavalry made it almost impossible for the Mini bullet to miss. More than seventy percent of the bullets can find a suitable home. Even, some Tartars were hit by more than two Mini bullets.

(To be continued)