In the Tartar tribe, which is only less than ten miles away from the battlefield of the cavalry battle, the tribe has just attacked, and the rest of the old and weak are together, guarding outside the tribe, waiting for their families to return triumphantly.

However, they did not wait for their relatives who had just set out on the expedition, but waited for the Liaodong garrison that had already sharpened their knives and surrounded them.

When a huge encirclement appeared in the Tartars' field of vision, the only remaining 20,000 old and weak women in the tribe fell directly into an unprecedented panic.

The more than 10,000 officers and men of the garrison division who were reorganized from the border army were not much better.

Although they are surrounded by a group of old and weak women who don't have much combat effectiveness. However, everyone in the Tartars is good at riding and shooting, and their very fierce prestige is still deeply imprinted in the hearts of these soldiers.

Therefore, these soldiers who are constantly advancing are full of fear of the Tartars from the bottom of their hearts. Even if everyone is surrounded, it is just a group of old and weak women who don't have much combat effectiveness.

However, the only thing that made Sun Chengzong feel fortunate was that the officers at all levels of the two garrison divisions were all veterans and officers drawn from the First Infantry Division by Wei Zheng.

For them, they are not even afraid of the real elite iron horsemen of the Tartars, let alone these old and weak women who do not have much combat effectiveness. Therefore, they are not only full of confidence in this upcoming battle, but also full of expectations.

Under the guidance and influence of these officers, ordinary soldiers from the border army, no matter how panicked they were, could only hold muskets in their hands and take mechanical steps, advancing towards the Tartar tribe step by step.

Although the garrison division was not equipped with the cannons unique to the Haw Par Army, mortars of various calibers. Still equipped with dozens of doors......

So. Two garrison divisions in a mighty manner. As soon as they advanced to a position a hundred steps away from the Tartar tribe, dozens of mortars, with the efforts of the gunners, were quickly erected.

"Open the cannon ......" faced the chaos that had fallen into chaos, some were going back and forth in the tribe, and some were holding back their hearts, holding weapons in their hands, and making a desperate posture...... of the Tartar tribes. Sun Chengzong with a murderous face. In order to further enhance the courage of the ordinary soldiers of the garrison division, they were no longer afraid of the Tartars, and directly ordered loudly.

The dull roar of the mortar ...... just sounded behind everyone, and dozens of flowering shells mixed with the sharp whistling of shells shot out from the long barrel of the mortar and slashed over everyone's heads......

The flowering bomb exploded when it landed, and a ball of fire, mixed with a large amount of smoke, quickly rose in the middle of the dense tents of the Tartar tribe. The tartars who meet in the middle of these tents are like papier-mâché. Those that were a little closer to the explosion point of the flowering bomb were directly thrown into the sky by the air waves. A little farther away. Directly knocked to the ground by the flowering bullet, under the attack of the flowering bullet fragments. Transformed into a bloody corpse.

At this time, the Tartar tribe, which was already in chaos, became even more chaotic at this moment.

However, this unprecedented heavy shelling for them was only the beginning.

When they are frightened, with panic, continue to go back and forth in the tribe? The second round, and even the third, with a sharp whistling sound, had burst out of the air and exploded one after another around them.

Facing the Tartar tribe that is constantly exploding in front of them, and is slowly shrouded in care, and a corpse is thrown up from time to time? The worry and solemnity that shrouded the faces of the ordinary soldiers of the garrison division were then covered with excitement.

What's more, with a face full of excitement, he shouted to himself: "Well fought, the artillery fought too well...... That's how all the Tartars in the encirclement should be blown up......"

The officers at all levels, who were scattered among the officers and men, did not miss this inspiring opportunity.

While commanding his soldiers and continuing to advance towards the Tartar tribe, he shouted loudly......

"Brothers have seen it...... Tartars are also people, with two shoulders against one head...... A flowering bomb passed, and like us Han people, it was directly blown to pieces......"

"No matter how powerful the artillery brothers are, it is impossible to blow up all the Tartars in the tribe with flowering shells. Therefore, if you want to occupy the Tartar tribe in front of you, you will ultimately have to rely on our infantry ......"

"Listen to me, cheer me up, and prepare to destroy all the remaining Tartars in the tribe...... The artillery brothers can kill the Tartars, and our infantry can also kill the Tartars, and they can kill the Tartars more than their artillery. ”

Encouraged by these officers, the excitement that hung over everyone's faces was slowly replaced by confidence and heat.

At this time, officers at all levels threw out a very timely bait that was very huge for ordinary soldiers.

"Brothers, have you heard about it...... In this attack on Houjin, the marshal has already made a decision to count the two percent of the finances that everyone looted from Houjin, whether it is gold and silver, or cattle and sheep. As a reward for this military dispatch, I will distribute it to everyone......"

"These Tartars we surround are all veterans of the Ming Dynasty who have been sending troops to rob us all year round. In every house, there is a large amount of gold, silver, cattle and sheep...... As long as we occupy their tribes, these finances and cattle and sheep will become our own...... So, in the next battle, the more Tartars you kill, the more rewards you will receive......"

"Brothers, for the sake of the silver, for the revenge of those brothers who died at the hands of the Tartars...... Cheer me up, kill all the Tartars who dare to rebel against us, and occupy their tribes......"

"In addition, in the course of the fighting, all captures are to be credited, and indiscriminate killing of innocents is prohibited...... Once discovered, military justice is engaged in ...... Brothers, kill ...... with me."

After a murderous shout of killing came out of the mouths of more than 10,000 soldiers of the garrison division. The fear of the Tartars that had hung over everyone's hearts finally disappeared and was replaced by a hint of confidence and fanaticism that had never been seen before......

At this time, the mighty garrison soldiers happened to advance to a position less than a hundred steps away from the Tartar tribe.

Facing the thousands of Tartars who were hurriedly gathered around the tribe, bending their bows and arrows, and making a defensive attitude.

The officers scattered among the officers and men, without the slightest hesitation, directly ordered the officers under their command, raised their muskets, pulled the trigger, and fired round after round of dense lead bullets at them......

Under the blows of these buckshots, the defense line that thousands of Tartars had just formed was directly shattered. What's more, under the threat of death at close range, many of the old and weak Tartars, who had lost their former bravery, dropped their weapons and fled like frightened rabbits to the same chaotic tribe that was being attacked by flowering shells...... (To be continued......)