Zhaisalmu, Subudi, Gulusi Qibu, etc. were thinking about how to counterattack and regain the situation. They never thought about being attacked and needing to strengthen their camp!

Because under normal circumstances, in an offensive battle, the side with more troops and horses should attack the side with fewer troops. There is no reason for the side with only half the strength to launch a strong attack.

However, facts will soon teach the Tatars and slaves that there is no reason to explain in this world!

The weather was fine again the next day, and the sun had just risen. Huang Yi led his troops to form an array in front of the enemy's stronghold.

Most of the Karaqin cavalry, who originally wanted to fight, became timid and even stayed behind closed doors.

This is not what Jaisalmu wants. He has been coercing and inducing the various Taijis to send troops to fight, and asked them to unite sincerely to fight against the enemy!

It's a pity that the Taijis who have been educated by artillery are no longer willing to obey orders obediently.

They spoke beautifully, and they all expressed their intention to lead their own troops to attack the enemy's two flanks.

No one is willing to put their troops and horses in front of the enemy.

Jaisalmu, who was worried about gains and losses, simply didn't have the aura to sacrifice himself for anyone else.

He lost more than a dozen people, and felt that it was difficult to return home. How could he promise to set an example and attack the Ming army head-on.

He was also afraid of the Ming army's artillery, which could hit one piece at a time and hit a long distance!

Yes! Although there are many people, they are just a mob, without any spirit of sacrifice.

While Huang Yi was waiting in formation, Zhaisalmu, Subudi, etc., who wanted to fight, had a dispute with Ahun, Chatu, Tu Laguang, Serastu, etc. Taiji because of the position of the formation, and even got into trouble.

The quarrel turned into a pot of porridge.

Seeing that the enemy did not come out in formation, Huang Yi's men were not polite and directly advanced to within a hundred steps to organize 600 heavy infantry to form a formation and wait.

Next, 1,200 volunteers pushed fifty four-wheeled carriages loaded with huge logs and lined up directly towards the village wall and gate.

This method is very good. If the enemy cavalry comes out and is hit by fifty carts, they will have to turn around and run away.

The enemy was separated by the cart and could not rush over. The six hundred musketeers who followed the cart were much more comfortable. They could calmly fire and harvest lives.

Jiannu, the main generals of the Karaqin coalition, and Taiji, both large and small, were quarreling in the Chinese army's tent when they suddenly heard the rumbling of artillery.

That was Li Wanquan's order from Huang Yi, don't save gunpowder and shells, just blast him hard.

So before the carriage hit the wall, fourteen guns fired a salvo.

There are many gaps in the enemy's wooden barrier camp, and there are many lead bullets. The iron bullets hit the Tatars through the gaps.

Of course, the musketeers will not be idle, and are also loading and shooting as quickly as possible.

Even Huang Yi felt itchy and picked up the loaded Minigun and aimed it at a ferocious-looking Jiannu armored soldier.

This Jiannu was a Bashiku, one hundred and fifty steps away from Huang Yi, not right next to the village wall.

He was sent by his master to supervise the battle. He was always cursing, and from time to time he would swing his sword in a slashing motion to intimidate some Tatars who wanted to escape.

Who would have thought that suddenly, the Jiannu's scolding stopped abruptly, and blood spurted out from his chest and he fell down.

All the Tatars were frightened because they never expected that the Ming army's muskets could shoot so far and so accurately.

A shocked Tatar asked tremblingly: "Is the Jurchen who oversaw the battle dead?"

"Dead, absolutely dead!"

"Haha, a good death! You deserve it!"

"The weapons of the Ming army are so powerful that we can't defeat them!"

"Yes! You can't defeat him for sure, and your death will be in vain!"

"What do we do next?"

"What should I do? Go home, of course."

"Yes! We don't want to fight anymore, we want to go home."

At this moment, many Tatars heard shouts of "one, two, three", and then saw a large section of the village wall collapsed.

At this time, the Tatars, who had been hesitating whether to flee home, completely lost their fighting spirit and hurriedly ran to grab the horses.

When Subudi, Zhaisalmu, Gulusi Qibu, Ahun, Chatu, Baludaguang, and Shelatu ran out of the big tent, they just happened to see the wall of the fortress collapsed and the armored Ming army with long spears. Stab anyone you see.

Subudi was so frightened that he was sweating profusely. He was hysterical. He shouted: "My sons, hold on, hold on!"

Gulu Siqibu also saw the situation clearly, and realized that it was over, it was all over, and he said with a cry: "Dad, I can't stand it anymore, let's leave quickly!"

"Where are we going? Will those damn Xuan Daming troops let us go?"

"Take the warriors and escape to the Kingdom of Jin!"

But Zhaisalmu was roaring: "Gather up a formation, quickly form a formation, the Ming army only has a few hundred people, we can definitely win!"

He knew that he could not retreat at this time. If all the supervising troops ran away, the eight or nine thousand troops here would collapse immediately.

Therefore, regardless of casualties, he assembled all his subordinates to fight against the Ming army's infantry array with infantry formations.

The discipline of the Jian slaves was still strict, and soon nearly four hundred Jian slaves followed Zhaisalmu towards the direction of the Ming army.

Uh! Since you want to escape to the Kingdom of Jin, you can't leave Zhaisalmu and his men behind to escape with the Ming army.

Otherwise, if the master of the Great Jin Kingdom finds out the situation of today's battle, he will definitely kill them with thousands of swords.

Subudi, Guru Siqibu, Seleng, Tu Laguang, Shela Tu and others did not dare to escape for the time being, so they all gathered their direct subordinates and followed the Jurchen soldiers to counterattack.

Li Wanquan personally controls the artillery, and his group of artillerymen is the most cooperative.

After firing two cannons and reloading, the four-wheeled carriage crashed into them, and the heavy infantry formed a formation and charged forward.

Li Wanquan was not willing to be a bystander from now on, and ordered the artillery to move one hundred and fifty steps forward to wait for the opportunity.

He had a good relationship with Kang Jing, the heavy infantry and long-gunner chief, and Xiang Changgen, the governor of the hundred swords and shields, and they often practiced the infantry and artillery coordination advocated by Huang Yi together.

Seeing that the heavy infantry was blocking the way of the artillery, he shouted: "Brothers of the infantry, please make way for my artillery!"

Kang Jing and Xiang Changgen also felt that having a cannon to blast a guy in front could create unexpected effects, so they immediately issued orders to divide the heavy infantry array to both sides.

Li Wanquan led twelve artillerymen pushing the artillery cart and ran fiercely through the gaps between the armored infantry. Not only were the Jiannu and Tatars on the opposite side invisible, but even the other artillerymen did not know that there was a cannon mixed into the infantry array.

Two artillerymen were responsible for clearing obstacles in front of the artillery cart. Eleven people, including Li Wanquan, pushed the artillery cart wildly and actually ran in front of the heavy infantry array.

I just happened to see Jian Nu, who was charging forward in a fierce formation and fighting on foot.

To be honest, Jiannu is not afraid of foot combat. At this time, they were as wrapped as iron men, and there were more than a dozen strong men holding iron shields and carrying one-handed axes, roaring.
Chapter completed!