Jaisalmu was quite satisfied at this time, because all his subordinates were young soldiers, and no one was flinching at this time.

But he didn't know that a cannon would be pointed at them soon.

He shouted loudly in Mongolian: "My sons, the opportunity to make meritorious deeds is right in front of you. I declare that those who are beheaded at the first level will be rewarded with a future. There is no upper limit!"

The Jurchen soldiers were very cooperative and shouted "Ouch!" in unison.

"Jiannu, it's Jiannu, hahaha!"

As soon as the artillery cart rolled out of the infantry array, Li Wanquan suddenly felt that his field of vision was much wider, and he immediately saw the oncoming enemy clearly.

Li Wanquan was originally an artilleryman of the Ming Army in Liaodong. After being captured, he was unwilling to fire cannons on Pao Ze to conceal his identity and became a slave. He was too familiar with building slaves.

Seeing hundreds of Jiannu coming with murderous intent, Li Wanquan thought of the robes who died at the hands of Jiannu, and of his parents, wives and children who died tragically. Of course, he laughed like a night owl.

"Haha, from such a close distance, it's like hitting him in the face!"

No one would let go of this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. Li Wanquan gritted his teeth and shouted: "Everyone who builds slaves must die!" He lit the fuse with the torch in his hand.

"Boom!" In less than forty steps, he fired flatly, and a hundred iron bullets sprayed out.

At such a close distance, it was like blasting the enemy right in the face. The artillerymen involved were so excited that they all cheered loudly: "Ten thousand victories! Ten thousand victories!..."

The one in the middle of the slave formation is of course the mainstay, a group of more than twenty white-armored warriors who break the formation, led by Zaisalmu who is eager to turn the tide.

However, the bravery of an individual seemed so insignificant under the muzzle of the gun. Amidst the screams, no less than ten Jiannu Bagara, who had suffered heavy blood debts, fell in a pool of blood.

Jaisalmu is lucky because he is the key protection target of the soldiers and has three iron shields to protect him.

Even so, he was still hit by a shotgun and blood was pouring out.

At this time, he was about to cry without tears, and his intestines were green with regret.

Zhaisalmu followed the old slave to conquer the east and west, and it was no exaggeration to say that he had experienced hundreds of battles. At this time, he thought of the bloody battle of Hunhe River and those Zhejiang soldiers who were not afraid of death.

He knew that it was the last of the Qi Family Army. If there were no cannons to blast away the Qi Family Army's mandarin duck formation, the battle would not be won at all.

Now he was extremely unlucky. His tight formation was also plundered by artillery. It was really unlucky retribution.

"Ouch!" When the infantrymen in the base area saw that Jian Nu had collapsed in a large area, they all howled and rushed over as if they were on stimulants.

"Infantry brothers, don't block the muzzle of the gun, let me hit him again!" Li Wanquan yelled anxiously.

Seeing that the effect was so good, the young artillerymen were inexplicably excited and shouted: "Quick, quick, quick, reload!"

Li Wanquan continued to yell: "Get out of the way, I'm going to fire!"

Of course the heavy infantrymen were afraid of being hit by their own cannons, so they ran to both sides.

In less than thirty seconds, there was another roar, and Jian Nu, who came with great momentum, was knocked down again.

The Tunguskas were all stunned. They clearly saw the muzzle of the gun pointed at them, but they didn't know how to lie down on the spot to reduce the damage.

Kang Jing saw that Jiannu was crying and howling, and the array was in a mess. Of course, he had to seize the opportunity and shouted:

"Brothers, this is the time to make great achievements! Kill Jiannu!"

The heavy-armored spearmen under his command roared: "Kill the slaves! Kill the slaves!..." They strode forward in uniform steps, stabbing and stabbing with the spears in their hands.

Xiang Changgen was so strong that he was originally holding an iron shield, but now he felt it was too much and just threw it away with two one-handed axes, roaring and slashing horizontally and vertically.

None of the swordsmen and shieldmen under his command were cowards, and they all rushed forward one after another.

Most of the spearmen and sword and shield bearers were Han Chinese who had been slaves, and some were war refugees who had their families destroyed by slavery.

They all have a common desire to take revenge by killing Jiannu.

At this time, the enemy was extremely jealous when they met, and of course they killed him with blood!

Six hundred heavy infantry already had a numerical advantage, and with the support of two cannons and musketeers, it certainly formed an overwhelming force.

This is not over yet. The horn of the cavalry charge has been sounded. The enemy who does not mount his horse and run away will not be able to escape after a while.

"It's over, it's over, it's all over..."

The Subudi people had grown old and mature, and when they saw that half of the iron-clad slaves who had once run rampant fell down in a matter of seconds, they realized that the situation was over.

He no longer thought about how to explain to the master of the Kingdom of Jin. The most important thing was to save his own life first.

Subudi fled, followed closely by his son Gulusi Qibu, and there were hundreds of troops beside them.

They changed their minds and instead of going east to seek refuge with the masters of the Jin Kingdom, they fled to the northeast to the territories of the Horqin tribes.

It turned into a cover-up mode again, and our own casualties were destined to be low. Huang Yi's subordinates were overjoyed, and everyone repeated a few slogans loudly with a tacit understanding.

"Surrender without killing, our army will give preferential treatment to the prisoners!"

"Kneel down with your hands high, or you will be killed without mercy!"

"Pah! Pah! Pah!..."

The gunshots were still ringing, which was Huang Yi's order not to allow the heavy infantry to rush forward and fight for their lives against the trapped beasts.

Let the musketeers target the slaves who formed a circle and resisted.

Jaisalmu originally wanted to turn the tide, so he led all his subordinates to dismount and form a formation to fight.

The Mongols collapsed and began to flee. Of course Jiannu, who was fighting with heavy armor and infantry, could not escape and was immediately surrounded.

Jaisalmu was wounded, but he did not fall and could still fight.

He refused to surrender, because since the wild boar skin rose between the white mountains and black waters, the Ming army soldiers had only surrendered to them on their knees, and no Jurchen had ever surrendered to the Ming army!

He gritted his teeth and shouted: "Fight to the death!"

The white-armored soldiers under his command, including horse armor, infantry armor, and armored men, Yu Ding actually responded one after another and shouted: "Fight to the death, fight to the death!"

These stubborn Jiannu refused to surrender. Oh, by the way, Huang Yi had no intention of accepting Jiannu's surrender.

There was no need to sacrifice heavy infantry soldiers for the sake of more than a hundred defeated Jiannu soldiers who were bound to die, so the six hundred musketeers happily received the task of killing all Jiannu.

"Ready, fire!"

"Boom!"

This time the musketeers used a group of 200 people to fire in three stages. Each volley fired at least 160 lead bullets into the circle surrounded by the slaves.

Not only that, there were nearly a thousand Tatar prisoners kneeling outside. They were witnesses. After the musketeers finished the attack, these prisoners rushed forward to kill the people.

Even though Jiannu had ten or twenty iron shields and dozens of leather shields, he could not block the ubiquitous lead bullets.

Every round of shooting from the musketeers in the base area would inevitably cause a dozen slaves to fall down screaming.
Chapter completed!