As the flowering bullets continued to fall on the high ground on both sides of the Kucao Ridge, the casualties of the Later Jin Tartars were also increasing. In the past, when facing the Ming army, the brave Later Jin Tartars were as brave as wolves and tigers, facing this irresistible technological power of manpower, they were no different from a commoner. Countless Tartars screamed and ran around in the flying artillery fire, panicking like a weak woman who encountered a robber.

Looking at the brave and fearless Later Jin warriors running in a mess in the Ming army's artillery fire, Amin was afraid and a sense of shame and anger surged into his heart. Is this still the brave and invincible warrior of the blue flag under his command? Why are he as timid as those cowardly Ming people?

Amin hid behind the earth slope and only showed half of his head. Looking at the scene in front of him, his hand holding the hilt was trembling constantly. To be honest, this was the first time he had seen such a scene in his life. Looking at the scene that seemed like a mountain collapse and the ground crack, he also felt doubtful of the courage he was proud of. Is the strong body that he had worked hard for decades and the martial arts he had practiced hard still useful in facing these powers that were far beyond humanity?

After being silent for a long time, Amin said to Dai Shan in a trembling voice: "Brother, why did you suffer a loss in the hands of the Ming army? Those Ming dog artillery are so powerful. It seems that I am too ignorant."

Seeing Amin bowing to him rarely, Dai Shan looked at him with some surprise, and then smiled bitterly: "What's the use of saying these now? What I'm worried about now is how long we can hold on."

Amin pondered for a while, a hint of ruthlessness flashed in his eyes: "Brother, although this is the first time I have experienced this situation, I think this attack force must not be maintained for a long time. At most, their attack will stop after half an hour. We are waiting here. As long as the artillery fire of the Ming army stops, they should launch an attack. As long as these Ming dogs attack the mountain, our warriors will make him look good."

Amin said it right. Although the intensity of the artillery attack was large, it could not last too long. After more than forty minutes of artillery bombardment, although the gunners tried their best to cool the barrel, the temperature of the artillery still reached the cordon. Although some people suggested sprinkling cold water directly to cool the artillery, they were rejected by Yang Feng. He spent a lot of money, time and energy to get these artillery, so they could not be ruined. Besides, the current situation has not endangered the degree to which the cannon was forcibly firing regardless of the service life of the artillery.

The sound of artillery suddenly stopped, and the entire battlefield showed a strange silence. If it weren't for the smoke and moans that had not yet dissipated and the groans that almost covered the entire battlefield, some Tartars would even wonder if the scene just now was having a nightmare.

Amin rubbed his eyes, and went to Qianlijing to look down at the mountain. When he saw that the Ming army in front of the position had stopped the cannons, he shouted happily: "The artillery fire has stopped. They will stop firing cannons, Mingdog is coming!"

"The Ming army is going to attack, everyone should prepare quickly!" The generals around them were all so happy that they burst into tears and shouted loudly.

This sounds a bit abrupt at first glance. The enemy is about to launch an attack. As the attacked side, she actually feels sobbing. At first glance, she seems to be masochistic, but in fact it is a true portrayal of all the Tartars on the mountain. During the shelling time just now, the Tartars on the mountain finally understood what it means to live like a year and what it means to fly flesh and blood.

Tens of thousands of people were crowded on two mountains with not too large area. They were originally condescending and had no effect on their geographical advantages of waiting for work. Instead, they were screened through the entire mountain like sieve by the Ming army. The hundreds of heavy shield vehicles they had worked hard to build were almost completely lost. More than 10,000 brave warriors did not even have the chance to fight back, and they were bombarded by the opponent's artillery fire. Amin roughly estimated that in the artillery attack just now, they had lost at least thousands of warriors. You must know that these warriors didn't even have time to pull the bowstrings away, and died helplessly in the artillery fire of the Ming army.

“Woo woo woo woo…”

The sound of trumpets sounded in the mountains with sad sounds. The Tartars who were originally hiding in the corners of the mountains crawled out of the bunkers, and the remaining more than a dozen shield cars were pushed out. The archers also took off their longbows from behind. The arrows that had long been soaked in feces were also put on the bowstrings. They were quietly waiting for the Ming army's attack. Many were vowing to use the bows and arrows in their hands to give the despicable and cowardly Ming army a fatal blow.

Amin and Daishan also walked out from behind the hillside surrounded by Goshha. Amin glared at the foot of the mountain with his eyes that were about to splatter, and held the hilt of the knife in his right hand. He was waiting for the Ming army to attack, and then killed all the Ming army that offended his dignity with the long sword in his hand.

As time passed by little by little, things that surprised Amin, Daishan and many Tartars happened. The Ming army at the foot of the mountain showed no sign of attack. The soldiers in the square were sitting on the ground one by one. In addition to being unable to walk around, they could actually chat and laugh loudly with their companions around. Only the gunmen of the artillery battalion were still busy carrying shells and wiping the cannon barrels constantly with wet cloth to cool them down, as if they were preparing for the next shelling.

Seeing the actions of the Ming army at the foot of the mountain, Amin couldn't help but say: "Don't these Ming army plan to send people to attack the mountain?"

"I'm afraid it's true." Dai Shan had a gloomy face. "Those timid and treacherous Ming dogs dared not come forward to attack themselves before they could shoot them out of the shells, but hoped to blow us all to death with cannons."

"What should I do?" At this moment, Amin was no longer as arrogant as he had been half an hour ago. After seeing the power of the cannon, his impression of the cannon had changed from disdain to fear.

"I have said a long time ago that Minggou's artillery fire is very sharp. If you stay in the mountains passively, you can only wait for death." Dai Shan said gritting his teeth: "Since those Minggou want to blow us all to death, we must take the initiative to destroy all the Minggou's artillery!"

When he heard Dai Shan's old sayings again, Amin's eyelids twitched. Today, when he was dividing his troops, Dai Shan sent out all the three thousand vests and four thousand Mongolian cavalry companies in his hands. Now almost all the vests are people with blue flags. If they really want to attack, they must be the leader. Amin couldn't imagine what kind of tragic blows would be suffered if his vest soldiers attacked the Ming army's artillery positions. Even if he could take over the Ming army's artillery battalion, he would probably not have many of his vest soldiers left.

"No!" Amin refused decisively, "I can't let the warriors of the Inlaid Blue Flag die for nothing. You have seen the power of the Ming army's artillery fire just now. If our warriors are really sent to launch an attack, how much price will it cost to get close to them, and how many people will have to be killed or injured to completely destroy them. The Inlaid Blue Flag was originally the weakest among the Eight Banners. Once these elite soldiers finish the Inlaid Blue Flag, it will be over."

Dai Shan was silent. Amin said it very bluntly. For the Eight Banners, the troops under his command were their lifeblood. There were too few Jurchens. The population of the Later Jin Kingdom is only one million, of which the Jurchens are only more than 300,000, and most of the remaining are conquered Mongols, Koreans and plundered Han people.

It is precisely because the Jurchens are so precious that Yi Daishan is so heartbroken after losing more than 2,000 elite Zhenghongqi.

Now that Amin is speaking so straightforward, Dai Shan doesn't know how to answer. He can't say fight, as long as he can eliminate the Ming army, it doesn't matter even if he fights the blue flag, right?

The two of them were silent for a long time, and Dai Shancai breathed a long sigh: "Let's do this, Yue Tuo took away almost all the vests and Mongolian cavalry when he left. Now I have 6,000 auxiliary soldiers and purse slaves around me. Now I will hand them all over to you. You will draw out two thousand vest soldiers and rush down the mountain to destroy the artillery battalion. As long as the cannon camp can be destroyed, those Ming dogs will no longer pose a threat to us. Explain Yue Tuo will lead the elite troops to attack the Ming army from behind, and we can destroy all the Ming army here.

Think about it, if we can wipe out this artillery battalion, those powerful artillery will all belong to ours. And if you look at the iron armor of Minggou, I can be sure that all of them are made of good steel, and they will all belong to us by then. Don’t you want these things?"

Daishan's words exuded a fatal temptation like poison. Although Daishan and Amin hated the Ming army's artillery camp on the surface, if they could take all these artillery into their arms, they would definitely be happier than anyone else. Amin, who had fought for half a lifetime, knew very well that once he could get those powerful and extremely light artillery, his strength of the blue flag could be increased by at least several points, which was too tempting for Amin.

After thinking for a long time, Amin stomped his feet hard: "Okay, I'll listen to you this time. I'll mobilize two thousand vests and your six thousand auxiliary soldiers and coats to launch a full-scale attack on the Ming army. You can definitely eat the cannon battalion! But you have to promise me that when we launch an attack, Yue Tuo must come out from behind in time. Only by attacking both sides can the Ming army be completely wiped out, otherwise it would be difficult for us to do it alone."

"Don't worry!" Dai Shan solemnly agreed: "Yue Tuo and the others are hiding less than twenty miles away from the Ming army at this moment. As long as a signal is sent here, they will attack the Ming army. In this way, the big thing will be settled!"

He did it as he said, and the Jurchens were still very fast. In just a quarter of an hour, Amin transferred the original two thousand vest soldiers. This elite soldier originally planned to use it as a surprise soldier when the overall situation was settled, so he did not deploy it on Kucao Ridge, but placed it behind Kucao Ridge, and then avoided the shelling just now. Now after receiving the order, they soon arrived at Kucao Ridge, and were accompanied by 6,000 auxiliary soldiers and Baoyi from Zhenghong Banner.

The counterattack initiated by the Jurchens was somewhat beyond Yang Feng's expectations. He originally thought that the Jurchens would be honestly nestled on the mountain and waited for them to attack the city, but he never thought that they would launch a counterattack with all their might. However, he was not panicked, but immediately issued an order through the walkie-talkie.

"The artillery battalion retreats, prepare for the hollow formation!"

"Tiger!"

With the order issued, the soldiers who were originally sitting quietly on the ground to recuperate their spirits immediately stood up, and the hollow arrays quickly formed, and the artillery battalion, which was originally arranged in front of the array, also entered the hollow array under the guidance of the gunners.

Seeing that the army had already lined up, Yang Feng said to Zhao Rujiao again: "Mr. Zhao, please lead your troops to be on both sides of the formation to protect the safety of both sides of the formation!"

"I understand, please don't worry!" Zhao Ruijiao nodded solemnly, pulled the reins and neighed at the soldiers in the army.

When the hollow array was ready, the entire battlefield fell into silence. The air seemed so nervous that it was about to drip out of water, as if it could not stand the tense atmosphere. The dark clouds in the sky slowly dissipated, and the scorching sun began to splash from the sky.

Yang Feng squinted his eyes and looked at the sun in the sky. At this time, the sun was so fierce. The sun shone on his thick iron armor, and there was an indescribable heat all over his body. He smiled bitterly and wiped the sweat from his forehead. The weather in Liaodong was really strange. It was sunny at some time. I hope it would not rain, otherwise it would be troublesome.

He picked up the telescope and looked at the Later Jin army ahead. The army did not rush towards them in a honeycomb, but slowly pressed over with a rhythm. They had already walked nearly half of the distance of more than 500 meters, and the formation was scattered very much.

"These Tartars have learned their lessons and don't even play the intensive charge." Yang Feng murmured softly.

In fact, Yang Feng still underestimated the Jurchens. Wars have been the best teacher of mankind since ancient times. Thousands of people were bombarded by Yang Feng in two consecutive cannons. If Dai Shan and Amin could not make any changes, they would be too stupid. Although they didn't know how to effectively deal with the Ming army's artillery, they at least knew to use loose formations to effectively reduce the lethality of artillery.

"kill!"

Since almost all the shield chariots originally built were destroyed, Amin simply did not want these things this time, but divided the troops into loose formations. He first placed two thousand vest soldiers at the end and six thousand auxiliary soldiers and coats at the front. For the Jurchens, auxiliary soldiers and coats are purely cannon fodder, and they will not feel distressed no matter how much they die.

When he saw the Later Jin army rushing to more than 300 meters, the artillery battalion opened fire.

With Qiu Disheng's order, the thirty-six cannons located in the three fronts spewed out flames at the same time, and one by one, blossoming bullets flew into the attacking formation of the Later Jin army...
Chapter completed!