When a cannonball fell, people were instantly knocked over and their limbs were scattered all over the place.
Tabin Timur got up from the ground, his eyes were splitting, and he shouted at the Ming army position above, "Li Jinglong, you, the majestic prince of the country, actually hurt someone with a secret arrow?"
Li Jinglong retorted unceremoniously, "What I fired was not an arrow, but a cannon!" As he said that, he turned around and cursed at the artilleryman, "I usually brag about having perfect shots, but when I get to the real thing, it's crooked?"
At the bottom of the hillside, Tabin Timur looked at the pool of blood on the ground and the body of the bodyguard with his head broken. He ignored the pull of other guards around him and continued to curse loudly, "Okay, Li Jinglong, if you have the guts, come back if you have the guts."
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"If you have the guts, don't fucking move!" Li Jinglong shouted from above, "Give him another shot!"
"Young Master, leave quickly!"
The guards desperately pulled Tabin Timur, who was already mad, and couldn't help but retreat.
"Li Jinglong, please remember. After breaking your position, I will definitely cut you into pieces..." Tabin Timur shouted at the top of his lungs, "I will let you live but not die.
You are castrated..."
Growing up, Li Jinglong had never been scolded like this.
At that moment, I felt so angry that I pushed away the bodyguard in front of me and jumped directly onto the parapet.
"Li Jinglong, after I break the formation, no chickens or dogs will be left behind. All your heads will be cast into Jingguan..."
"Hey!" The other party scolded. Li Jinglong pointed forward with one hand and shouted at the top of his throat, "Your grandpa Li is here. He has the guts. Come here!"
After he finished speaking, hundreds of Li Jinglong's personal guards shouted in unison, "Come here!"
"Okay, okay, you have to be quick with your words first!" Tabin Timur was pulled further and further away by his men, and his voice gradually became weaker.
At the same time, the vanguard of the Yuan army came up in black numbers and formed formations down the slope.
Looking at the Yuan army below, with their faces blown by the cold wind, Li Jinglong suddenly became irritable for no reason, as if not killing people was not enough to calm his mood.
"Hey, Dog Tartar!"
Li Jinglong shouted loudly at the Yuan army below, and under the gaze of countless pairs of eyes from both armies, he opened the front cover of his armor, untied his trousers, and directly took out those words.
There was a splash and yellow liquid spurted out.
Li Jinglong squeezed the pee in order to urinate further, and shouted, "Drink grandpa's urine!"
In an instant, countless soldiers of the Ming Dynasty also jumped on the parapet, imitated the commander's example, and began to flood the Jinshan Mountain with water, "Drink Grandpa's urine!"
Another gust of cold wind blew by. Li Jinglong shuddered, shook his head and stuffed it in. He turned around and shouted to the generals around him, "Get ready to fight to the death!"
"Fight to the death! Fight to the death!"
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Boom, the footsteps of the Yuan army stepped on the ice and snow, making a huge roar, and the black Yuan army began to attack the Ming army's position.
This time, the Yuan army fought on horseback. Their vanguard had no troops, holding round shields high, and swarmed down the slope of the Ming army's position. Behind these Yuan troops, countless Yuan army archers opened their bows and arrows at the officers' orders.
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Swish, swish, without any warning, raindrops of arrows fell on the head, the arrows rose to the top in the air, and then spun and fell, making a roar of death.
"Ah!" An unlucky soldier in the Ming army's position screamed when he was hit by an arrow that fell from the gap in his shield.
Swish, swish, countless arrows fell again, and the Ming army behind the parapet hid deeper, and all shrank down.
Their counterattack has not yet begun.
Swish, swish, another burst.
Dang, Dang, Dang, the shield was struck by the arrow, making a sound.
Li Jinglong stood under the shield held high by his guards, silently thinking about the number of arrows fired by the enemy archers.
"No matter how strong the archer is, his hands are sore after five arrows."
"And for bows and arrows, when the weather is too cold and wet, the strength required to pull them apart is several times that of normal times!"
"The advantage of the Tatar bow is that it can shoot face to face quickly and shoot at a large scale from a long distance. This is our Han'er's strength!"
Li Jinglong silently thought about the teachings Li Zhong gave him back then.
Looking down through the gap, the moment the Yuan army fired their arrows, their infantry began to climb up crazily. But after climbing a few steps, the soldiers fell down in embarrassment, and several of them hugged each other on the slope.
Rolling down, he was extremely embarrassed.
Then, some Yuan army infantry found a passage where the Ming army could stay on the slope, and they squeezed through it.
The narrow passage was filled with people, making it difficult to even turn around.
"Three...Four...Five..." Li Jinglong muttered silently, and as expected, the opponent's arrow rain stopped, followed by him
Pushing the shield above his head, he drew his knife and shouted, "Hit me!"
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"put!"
On the slope leading to the Ming army's position, at the gaps reserved for passages, the Ming army behind the breastworks shouted.
The Yuan army, who was climbing awkwardly with their shields in hand, discovered to their horror that countless black muzzles appeared above their heads.
"put!"
Bang bang bang, fire, smoke, explosions, and screams suddenly broke out.
The Ming army's musketeers, who were standing high, hardly needed to aim. A group of thirty muskets pointed at the Yuan army's crowd and began to pour projectiles.
Bang bang bang, after a round of volley fire, the Ming army who fired the gun handed the matchlock gun behind him, and at the same time took the loaded musket from behind and continued shooting.
Blah blah, blah blah!
The soldiers who received the empty guns reloaded them as fast as they could.
Tear open the fixed gunpowder, insert projectiles and press the copper bars, break open the hammer, light the powder, arrange the match rope, and pass it on again.
Bang bang, bang bang!
In just one encounter, the slope below the Ming army's position was filled with the tumbling corpses of the Yuan army.
In the era of matchlocks and flintlock muskets, this large-scale salvo was the most powerful and the most effective in destroying the enemy's morale and courage. Although some of the Ming army's matchlocks misfired due to tension and poor loading, such a large
The scale and continuous volleys caused the enemy troops to fall like wheat.
"Ah!" Yuan Jun, who was injured but not dead, let out a horrifying cry.
Bang, a musketeer was so panicked that he didn't pull out the purge rod plugged into the muzzle of his gun, but directly fired it out.
The long passage transformed into a strange trajectory, penetrating into the enemy's crowd and piercing the bodies of several enemies in succession.
How can human flesh and blood compete with steel? Facing the ubiquitous and indestructible projectiles, the Yuan army at the front turned and ran away, rolling down the slope.
At the same time, the follow-up troops behind them were preparing to continue climbing under the whips and yells of the officers. Suddenly, the two groups of people were entangled together.
At the highest point of the Ming army's position, the sharp-eyed gunner immediately discovered this scene.
"The muzzle is lowered by three, and the charge is halved!"
Bang bang, the artillerymen of the Ming army hit the wood under the cannon with hammers and adjusted the muzzle. The gunners squinted and aimed at the crowded Yuan army below.
"put!"
Boom! Boom!
Several shells landed directly on the crowded crowd below, and the unsuspecting Yuan army suddenly turned into a shower of blood and flesh.
The heads of several Yuan soldiers looked at the sky unwillingly, their lips still trembling. However, their bodies had been smashed to pieces by cannonballs. After careful identification, the outlines of their bodies had been imprinted on the ground.
"Put it back! Let it go!"
The officers of the Ming army pulled their necks and shouted.
The gunners poured the ice and snow prepared in advance directly onto the gun, quickly wiped it with thick-gloved hands to cool it down, and then loaded it again.
"Fire from a distance! Raise the muzzle three times, fully charge the gun, and load the bullets!"
Boom, the projectile roared out with flames from the muzzle. The moment the round projectile came out of the barrel, there was an extra iron chain on the body.
Bang, the projectile landed on the ice and began to bounce. The iron chain caused the projectile to spin strangely and irregularly in the Yuan army's crowd, sweeping away a piece of it wherever it went.
"Let the boys come down first!"
Azashili, the Liao king of the Uliangha tribe, said with a cold face, "If we attack hard, many people will die!" He said, looking back at his guards, "Go and bring those people up!"
This chapter has been completed!