Although Tong Yangxing wanted to drag the person who fired the first person to tear it out and tear it into pieces, he knew that it was not the time to settle the score. He had no time to get angry and could only shout loudly: "Reload the bullet... Minggou is about to kill him!"

Just as the soldiers of the Han army's flag firearm battalion were busy shooting, Yang Feng, who was looking at the foot of the mountain, pointed at Heishaling and smiled contemptuously: "The Tartars are really not good. Even the firearms imitated us are imitated inappropriately. A good flintlock rifle was changed to a colloid gun by them. It can be said that they are a tiger but a tiger is not a counter-type dog."

The generals also laughed, and Sun Chengzong also stroked his beard and smiled: "The Tartars do not read poetry and books and do not cultivate virtue, so naturally there are no craftsmen willing to defect to them. It is difficult for them to make a clamp."

"Well……"

Yang Feng coughed lightly but stopped talking. In fact, what Sun Chengzong didn't know was that in another time and space, after Kong Youde, Shang Kexi and Geng Zhongming, three traitors, led a large number of cannon-making craftsmen to surrender to Huang Taiji, the Qing Dynasty's technology of making firearms developed rapidly. By the end of Chongzhen, the artillery and muskets made by the Qing army were no less than the Ming army and even more sophisticated than the Ming army.

Moreover, although Sun Chengzong had been guarding Liaodong for a long time, the scholars were still too strong in their bones. In Yang Feng's opinion, reading poetry and cultivating virtue had nothing to do with whether they could build guns and cannons.

However, Yang Feng naturally would not say this kind of thing that had not happened, for fear that Sun Chengzong would continue to talk about it. He pointed to the front and said, "Please look, our people are not far from the Tartars."

Sun Chengzong couldn't help but look up and saw that it was indeed the case.

After the Qing army's muskets and fired the first round of volleys, the Jiangning Army soldiers who were originally very dispersed and bent over while looking for cover, suddenly accelerated their pace. The sergeants at the forefront even started running, but in less than a minute, they pulled the distance between the two sides to less than a hundred meters.

The sudden acceleration of the Jiangning Army caused the Han flag soldiers who were originally loading ammunition to get messed up. A sergeant who was the first to load ammunition quickly raised the musket in his hand and pulled the trigger at the Jiangning Army in front.

"Bang……"

The sound of the musket sounded, but in the panic, the lead bullet was hit and did not cause any harm to the Jiangning Army.

"This bastard!"

This time, Tong Yangxing, who was approaching the commander, saw clearly. In a rage, he rushed to the sergeant with a quick stroke, pulled out the long sword around his waist and waved it. Then he heard a "click" sound. The rash soldier's head left his neck and fell heavily to the ground. A stream of blood soared into the sky and sprinkled everywhere around him.

"See, if anyone fires without orders, this is his fate!"

Tong Yangxing stared at everyone with a long sword in his hand. Because the blood spurted out of the neck of the coward who had been chopped by him just now splattered all over his body, and even a lot of his face was stained, he looked particularly ferocious.

Under the threat of death, many musketeers showed fear on their faces. Some musketeers who were originally particularly afraid of it quickly left their fingers, for fear that they would get out of the fire by accident.

"Everyone is ready, everyone aims ahead... prepare..."

"Bump...bang bang..."

Before the "release" was spoken out from Tong Yangxing's mouth, a crisp sound of muskets came to mind in front of him. As the gunshots sounded, many musket soldiers from the Han army flag standing on the hillside were shot and fell to the ground.

"Sir, it's not good, Mingjun rushed up!" someone shouted next to him.

"Open fire... open fire... kill those Ming dogs!"

Seeing that the Ming army had approached within a hundred meters, Tong Yangxing didn't bother to get angry and quickly ordered the fire. For a moment, the entire mountain was filled with thick white smoke and the smell of choking smoke.

When the smoke of gunpowder dissipated, Tong Yangxing's heart sank to the bottom of the valley, and he was completely at a disadvantage in the previous shot. In just one round of shots, hundreds of people fell down on his side, and there were only a few casualties on the other side.

A Niu Lu came to report: "Sir, our musket can't hit that far!"

"Damn it!"

Tong Yangxing almost shattered his teeth. He knew very well that the reason for all this was that his musket was too close to the range. Even if he hit the enemy, facing the Ming army wearing iron armor, the lead bullet would not pose too much threat even if it hit the opponent.

On the other hand, the Ming army had obviously a range of fire from the opponent's muskets to be farther than that of their own muskets. Once hit, they would definitely have two holes in one shot. The cotton armor on the musket soldiers could not block the opponent's lead bullets at all.

Taking a deep breath, Tong Yangxing shouted: "Come here, I will send you the order and let the Ming army approach and fight!"

Although Tong Yangxing's idea was good, the Jiangning army opposite also changed its tactics. They suddenly stopped advancing as if they knew that the Qing army was waiting for them to move forward, and then shot the Qing soldiers about 70 meters apart.

"Bang bang bang..."

The musket soldiers of the Han army flag fell down, and the shooting of the Jiangning army also had regular rules and automatically entered the three-stage shooting mode. One row of shooting one row and one row was ready to load the bullets. The gunshots almost never stopped. Tong Yangxing, who had originally planned to wait for the Jiangning army to get closer and then shoot before shooting, was it so dumbfounded that your sister is too rogue. Is there anyone who bullies people like this?

"Bang……"

A Goshha, who was standing next to Tong Yangxing, suddenly burst out like a watermelon. It turned out that a lead bullet hit his forehead. The lead bullet as thick as a little finger penetrated his head and then hit the helmet that protected his head and bounced back, immediately blowing his head to pieces.

Any mistakes on the battlefield will lead to unpredictable consequences. In just less than a quarter of an hour, nearly half of the two thousand musketeers under Tong Yangxing suffered casualties.

The quality and military discipline of the Han military flag were originally inferior to that of the Manchu Eight Banners. After suffering such great casualties, the remaining soldiers could no longer hold on. Many people shouted desperately and began to turn around and run backwards.

At first, some officers tried to stop this behavior. They sometimes used their whips or even weapons in their hands to whip or even kill deserters, but as time went on, the escape behavior quickly spread. Some musket soldiers even turned the guns to prevent their officers from killing or fleeing backwards. When most of the soldiers began to escape, defeat was inevitable.

Tong Yangxing looked at the soldiers fleeing behind under the escort of more than a dozen Goshhas, with a look of helplessness and despair in his eyes.

A Goshha cried and said, "Master, brothers can't stop it, you might as well run away!"

"escape……"

Tong Yangxing smiled bitterly: "Where can we escape? Don't forget that Master Beile is still supervising the war. If we escape, there will be only one death. Instead of being killed by Master Beile, it is better to die here in battle. Are you willing to follow me to kill Mingdog?"

More than a dozen Goshhas looked at each other and knelt down: "See your master to the death!"

"What a slave!" Tong Yangxing said in tears: "Our master and servant will die here today, everyone will follow me!"
Chapter completed!