"Wearing candied haws..." Zhou Shuyuan and Wang Feng said to themselves with confusion on their faces.

However, the faces of more than a dozen tiger cannon gunners on the line of the earth wall showed a gloomy smile.

Carrying the Tiger Cannon loaded with the shells, rushing to the nearest traffic trench at your fastest speed

After the gun positions were arranged, the six tiger cannons were like tigers standing at the exit of the traffic trench. The muzzle pointed directly into the depths of the traffic trench, quietly waiting for the Tartars to enter the range and waiting for Wei Zheng to issue a cannon order.

"Fire the cannon...boom boom boom..." After a loud roar came out of Wei Zheng's mouth, three violent explosions immediately sounded on the battlefield.

Under the gaze of dozens of pairs of eyes, a fist-sized iron ball quickly gushed out of the muzzle under the flames.

Then, at a speed visible to the naked eye, with a whistling sound, the Tartars were flying forward in a row and moving forward.

"Touch..." A violent collision sounded in the traffic trench. The shields blocked by the Tartar infantry officers turned into a pile of debris under the impact of iron shells.

After the whistling iron ball hit the Tartar shield, although the flight speed slowed down a lot, it was still very powerful.

The hot iron ball burned by gunpowder was like hitting a piece of paper, hitting the body of the infantry officer holding a shield. It easily penetrated the body of the infantry officer, leaving a thin blood hole as thick as a bowl in his chest.

The iron ball stained red by the blood of the Tartars was not weakened, and it continued to hit the belly of the infantry officer behind, leaving a thin blood hole as thick as a bowl of blood on his stomach.

Then, he flew forward and broke a Tartar's thigh.

Finally, after hitting a Tartar infantry's calf and breaking it, the iron ball fell to the ground and hit the soil.

One shell killed four Tartar infantry followers, and set off a bloody road of ten feet in the traffic trenches.

Faced with the bloody scene dozens of steps away, Wang Feng and Zhou Shuyuan finally understood why Wei Zheng called this kind of attack "woven candied haws".

In Wei Zheng's eyes, the artillery shells fired by the artillery were bamboo sticks worn by candied haws. The corpse of the Tartars that fell to the ground and was completely dyed red by blood was the candied haws penetrated by bamboo sticks.

However, the real candied haws are wrapped in syrup. The candied haws in front of us are wrapped in Tartar blood.

Faced with the sudden artillery fire attack, the Tartars charged in front were shocked. Seeing the bloody scene in front of them, they forgot to block the shield on their heads in front of them.

Of course, the Musketeer, who has never achieved much success in such a good opportunity, would not let it go.

"Bapapapa..." A crisp sound of a convex gun fire sounded on the battlefield, and several other Tartar infantry and soldiers fell in pools of blood one after another, life and death were uncertain.

Faced with death, the subsequent Tartars finally reacted and quickly raised their shield to block most of the lead bombs that were shot at them.

However, at this moment, a few shelling sounds that would never forget them for life reached their ears again.

Three shells flew towards them under the stunned gaze of the Tartars. The shield that had just stood in front of them was as fragile as paper and was easily shattered by the shells.

Without shield cover, the remaining flesh shield becomes more fragile...

A dull "puff..." sound rang out on the battlefield, and three hot iron shells shot out three bloody paths in the trench once again, and then they were frozen on a Tartar's belly and lost power.

The Tiger and Leopard Army fired artillery, and the casualties of the offensive troops increased sharply.

Faced with the sudden change in front of him, a trace of worry quickly flashed from the face of Niu Lu Zhang Jing of Tartar.

However, Niu Lu Zhang Jing did not immediately give up the attack.

Now the troops have rushed to less than fifty steps away from the Ming army. If they give up, the casualties they just paid will not be in vain.

He wanted to gamble, and the opponent who stood firm was only six tiger cannons, betting that he could rush to less than thirty steps from the opponent's position before the infantry was eliminated.

So, the Tartars, who had instantly paid dozens of infantry followers, did not show any intention of retreating. They stepped on the bodies of the infantry followers who died in battle and continued to advance step by step.

He moved forward ten steps again, and except for the chaotic and dense gunfire, there was no more gunfire sound on the battlefield.

The solemn expression on Zhang Jing's face of the Tartar Niu Lu gradually began to be replaced by excitement, and he shouted loudly in his heart.

"The right bet, I'm the right bet. The Ming army defended itself only has six tiger cannons. I can take advantage of the gap between them loading the cannons and rush to the opponent's position..."

Then, he shouted to his subordinates in front of him: "Warriors, the Ming army has no artillery anymore. Victory is right in front of him. rush to the Ming army's position and kill them all..."

"Boom boom boom..." Perhaps in order to mock him, before Niu Lu Zhang Jing's roar had completely fallen, three violent explosions sounded at the Tiger and Leopard Army's position, directly covering up his command.

Because the Tartars are getting closer and closer to the Tiger and Leopard Army positions, the effect of the three shells is much larger than just now.

After the five Tartars were penetrated from front and back, the shells that had been completely stained with blood finally landed and lost their momentum.

The sound of guns had just stopped, and the second round of guns that followed was again reaching Niu Lu Zhangjing's ears.

Amid the heart-wrenching screams, more than a dozen infantry soldiers were buried in the trench under his feet.

In addition to the shelling losses just now and the killing and injuries caused to subordinates by the Ming army musketeers along the way. Three traffic trenches started eating from eighty steps, and were already covered with infantry and soldiers in various postures.

More importantly, I finally pulled the distance between the two armies to forty steps, because the two rounds of shells fired by the opponent in succession, the distance I needed to attack was extended to the initial fifty steps again.

"What should I do? Should I continue to attack forward regardless of the casualties, or retreat immediately..." Amid the chaotic musket shooting, the confident expression on Niu Lu Zhang Jing's face had long disappeared, and was replaced by a trace of unprecedented embarrassment.

Niu Lu Zhang Jing was unable to make a decision. Under the supervision of the Tartars behind him, the dozens of infantry soldiers on the battlefield had to continue attacking forward with fear on their faces, facing the increasingly dense lead bullets, and at the cost of death.

When the fifth round of artillery shells fired by the Tiger and Leopard Army flew out of the cannon chamber, several infantry followers were penetrated into the traffic trench. The sixth round of artillery shells followed even penetrated several real Tartar bodies and killed them on the battlefield.

Niu Lu Zhangjing, who was hesitating, finally made up his mind.
Chapter completed!