Zir Harang felt that the bullets didn't have eyes, and Lu Xiangsheng felt the same as well.
Unlike a face-to-face battle, lining up to be shot required soldiers to have extremely strong mental fortitude and nerves. They needed to be able to reload ammunition and complete a series of complicated tasks in the face of death. The hail of bullets and the casualties of their comrades wouldn't affect them in the slightest. But very few people could do that.
Lu Xiangsheng was transporting artillery shells to the frontline artillery unit, and when he retreated, the labourer who was transporting the shells with him suddenly fell to the ground. Upon closer inspection, the labourer's back was stained with blood. A stray bullet had flown out of nowhere and hit him. This sudden death caused Lu Xiangsheng's legs to turn to jelly, and he fell to the ground panting heavily, his mind blank.
A few medics rushed up and used a stretcher to carry the injured labourer down, probably wanting to give him a hand. Lu Xiangsheng was dragged down by the medics, and after checking that he wasn't injured, they gave him two slaps and shouted, "Wake up, the battle isn't over yet."
Lu Xiangsheng woke up, but he was silent. He looked at the frontline again, and all the soldiers were standing straight. From time to time, someone would be hit by the enemy's bullets and fall to the ground silently. Regardless of the casualties, the other soldiers continued to fight, continuing to stand on the frontline.
All of this required steel-like discipline and willpower to maintain, and only then would they be able to display powerful combat strength.
"Fortunately, we still have cannons!" Lu Xiangsheng's gaze turned to the cannons on the frontline.
The Han army had a total of 30,000 soldiers, and they formed a huge defensive formation. There were about 50 cannons of various sizes placed on the defensive line, and the artillery unit had become the pillar of the Han army's firepower output. As long as the cannons were still firing, the Han soldiers would feel that they had the advantage, and they would be able to better display their skills in training, and deal more damage.
Cannons, cannons, every soldier on the battlefield hoped that their side had more cannons. Because as long as a cannonball was fired, the enemy would be cleared, and the pressure on their side would be quickly alleviated.
Due to the lack of well-built cannons, the cannons that were in explosive mode could only fire two to three shots per minute. Although it couldn't be compared to the standard of training, it was still an extremely fierce firepower.
Lu Xiangsheng once again returned to the group of workers who were transporting the cannonballs and delivered them to the artillerymen twice in a row. He saw with his own eyes that the rows of Jurchen soldiers on the opposite side were destroyed. Those soldiers who could only stand there and take a beating could no longer control their emotions, and all of them charged towards the Han soldiers like pigs.
Against running targets, the cannons were not flexible enough, but a continuous volley of fire could easily take them down. The two sides fought fiercely for about a quarter of an hour, and the Daoist Women's formation began to become unstable. The priests and shamans who were maintaining morale were all injured or dead, and a large number of people were retreating.
"Forward, forward!"
"Guns to the shoulders!" Shouts rang out one after another, and a large number of flintlock gunners walked out from behind the defensive line. With the loaded flintlock guns on their shoulders, they lined up neatly and strode forward. After that, the militia armed with muskets and spears also left the line of defense and took the initiative to close the distance with the enemy.
Ah Min was currently leading his personal army to stop the Hans from advancing. He still had about two to three thousand men under him, and he was currently the most complete Jurchen army. These people maintained a relatively orderly formation, and opened fire at the approaching Han soldiers.
The Jurchen gunners fired a volley of shots, and a dozen or so Han soldiers in front of them fell. The advancing Han soldiers started to waver, and the officer holding his saber immediately shouted: "Advance, don't retreat!"
Thus the Han soldiers continued to advance, and many of them were paralyzed from fear, with their hands and feet moving at the same time. But in the face of the entire formation, even the most fearful soldiers could only follow the main group.
A volley of gunfire rang out again, and another twenty to thirty Han soldiers fell, and the death toll on the entire frontline increased even more. The same commotion occurred again, but the soldiers still continued to advance.
In a short while, a dozen cannoneers had caught up with them. The squad leader of the cannons appeared at the side of the advancing formation, and shouted: "Brothers, don't be afraid, let us defeat these Tartars."
A volley of gunfire rang out again, and the squad leader who had shouted fell.
The vice squad leader immediately stood up, straightened his back and waved his hands, shouting: "Our cannoneers can also use their bayonets, blast these dogs to death!"
The distance between them and the enemy had already closed to 50m, but the Jurchen gunners had no choice but to stop. Their reloading speed was slow, and Ah Min had hoped to fire continuously to force the approaching Han soldiers to retreat, but the other party did not budge, and continued to advance.
"Halt! Lower your guns, aim! "
The Han gunners finally heard the order that they had been waiting for. They stopped in unison, put down the guns on their shoulders, and aimed at the enemy in front of them.
The cannons with reduced ammunition were the first to speak, and the vice squad leader wielded his saber and chopped down heavily: "Fire!"
Ah Min's personal guards could not help but tremble, they had already finished firing their guns several times, and could not retaliate at all. Facing the black muzzles of the Han soldiers, even the toughest of nerves would crumble. Especially when the cannons that had caught up with them started to spit out dazzling flames, and countless Jurchen soldiers finally broke free from the control of the Shaman priests, and started to run.
"You're not allowed to run!" Ah Min could see everything clearly from the back, the moment the cannons fired, a large gap appeared in the formation of the Jurchen gunners. He was in pain and panic, he had wanted to stabilize the morale of the Mongolian soldiers before sending in the Mongolian cavalry, but the entire formation was crumbling, and the situation was getting out of hand.
"Those who retreat will die!" Ah Min rode on his horse, and hacked a few Jurchen soldiers to death. The Jurchen soldiers who were on the verge of collapse all looked at him, at this Second Beilei of the Great Jin, the esteemed Bordered Blue Banner Leader. The Jurchen soldiers did not want to escape, and hoped to win. But the firepower of the Han soldiers was too strong, and they needed someone to tell them what to do.
Ah Min rode his horse forward, and could only fight to the death. The Han soldiers were only 50m away, and his horse would be able to reach them in a few breaths. His plan was to use his powerful cultivation to charge into the middle of the Han soldiers, and disrupt their formation, to set an example for the Jurchen army.
Seeing Ah Min leading the charge, many of the Jurchen soldiers regained their morale. They grabbed their weapons tightly, and decided to follow the Banner Leader to fight to the death. Two to three thousand soldiers charged out, and although their formation was disorderly, it was quite imposing. Even the Mongolians who were watching from afar were paying attention, wanting to see if the Great Jin would be able to make a comeback with this desperate attack.
The moment Ah Min charged out, he immediately became the focus of everyone's attention. His strength exploded, and it was as if he was wrapped in a ball of dazzling flames. The warhorse he was riding on suddenly expanded, and became as ferocious as a lion or tiger. He first nocked his bow and shot an explosive arrow, killing a few Han soldiers in front of him, and then he raised his steel saber high … …
Bang, bang, bang! A series of shots landed on Ah Min's body. The fiery aura around his body was immediately reduced by half, and even his charging stance was forcefully stopped, and he could not advance an inch.
A row of flintlock gunners retreated, and the next row of flintlock gunners stepped forward, aiming at him.
Another series of shots were fired, steady, calm, and without any hint of panic. The Han soldiers had already passed the most difficult hurdle, and their hearts were very calm. They passed through Xifengkou, passed through Swallow Mountain, entered the grassland, and arrived at the territory of the foreign tribes. They had gone through countless sorrows, endured strict training, and endured the madness of the stubborn enemy, all for the sake of facing the most ferocious enemy, and to deal a fatal blow.
Another volley of shots, and a series of volleys.
The loud gunshots forced Ah Min, who had risked his life to come out, and his bodyguards were pushed back. Finally, the cannon that came forward roared again, and a wave of bullets completely blew Ah Min to the ground.
Abatai rushed up from behind, and quickly retreated while carrying Ah Min's body. Ah Min was in his arms, his armor was tattered, his face was covered in blood, and his strong body was riddled with bullet holes. He raised his head weakly, and saw that the Jurchen army under his command was retreating, and they were running away.
The continuous volley of shots by the Han soldiers not only made the Mongolians cry for their parents, but also caused their morale to drop. Now, even the Jurchen Zhenren could not stand the continuous dense bullets. The firepower of the two sides was simply not on the same level. The Jurchen Zhenren fired a bullet, and the other side fired at least five or six bullets. If the cannons were added, the Mongolians would not be able to fight back.
"Defeated, defeated … …" Ah Min was clamped on the back of the horse by Abatai, and he watched the army that the Jin Empire had spent a lot of money to build up, and it was being defeated. Even he, the flag commander, could not withstand it, let alone the others.
The 30,000 Han soldiers were chasing after the Jurchen Zhenren. Bayonets and spears replaced the guns and cannons, and they kept chasing after the Jurchen Zhenren. The Jurchen Zhenren dismounted and fought on foot, and now they could only rely on their two legs to escape. Only the Mongolians who were watching from afar on horses turned around and ran faster than rabbits.
"Decades of Jin Empire's efforts are all ruined today." Ah Min was panting, and his body kept shaking on the back of the fleeing horse. He saw the leader of the Karaqin Tribe, Burga, rushing back to Qingcheng. He knew that this Mongolian was not going back to prepare to resist, but to surrender.
"These spineless guys, they go to whoever has the bigger fist." Ah Min smiled bitterly and said, "Abatai, quickly gather our people and retreat together. We'll retreat to Guangning, Jinzhou, or at least Shenyang."
Abatai was also in grief and indignation. He did try to gather his subordinates again, but the Jurchen Zhenren were like headless flies, running in all directions. Especially the Han soldiers who were chasing closely behind. The number of the Han cavalry on the tall horses was small, but they were the most fierce. They could hold their guns and open fire while riding on horses. They rushed to where there were many people, not giving the Jurchen Zhenren a chance to regroup.
Abatai was much more pessimistic than Ah Min. He looked at the chaotic situation and cried bitterly, "These Han people will not let us go easily. I'm afraid we can't protect Guangning, Jinzhou, and Shenyang. Maybe we have to retreat to Hetuala. "
At the mention of 'Hetuala', Ah Min's mind suddenly shook. He struggled to raise his head and asked, "Zil Harang, where's my brother Zil Harang?"
"Dead." Abatai cried and shouted, "My brother Degler is dead, and so is your brother Zil Harang. He took a thousand people to kill them, but they were killed by those Han people in a short time. "
"I told him not to rush up." Ah Min was shocked and angry at the same time. He wanted to sit up from the horse's back. But as soon as he got up, he was bleeding all over. His body could not support his will, and he fell down again.
This hard movement seemed to have exhausted Ah Min's last trace of strength. His voice quickly turned low and he said, "The Ming Army is also Han, and the Revolutionary Army is also Han. They are all Han, but why are they completely different? Why is this? We have done our best, why can't we win? "
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