There are constant sounds of cannons beside me. The sound of cannons is not terrible. What is terrible is the shotgun like raindrops. Shotguns are coming from the sky and will always knock people and horses to the ground.

“Hurry up, hurry up…”

Misier, who was riding on the horse, kept whipping the war horses. Even the rain of bullets around him could not stop him. As a warrior who rode on a horse to the Ukrainian prairie to plunder slaves at the age of thirteen, he knew that the more he was at this time, the more he had to calm down. Only by constantly charging forward could he rush through the rain of bullets, and then everything would end.

Just like now, after rushing through the hell of iron and fire, waiting for them is a tranquility!

Of course, this kind of tranquility is also relative, and there are still bullets shot from all over the world, but compared to before, the situation is much better now.

After rushing through the Chinese stronghold, what appeared before him was a vast land. No matter how you look at it, there seemed to be no threat. More and more Tatar cavalrymen crossed the fire blockade line.

"Kill them up and kill all the Han people!"

Suddenly, such a roar was heard in the crowd. It was the little prince Mahmud! The Jilai family, who ruled the Crimean Khanate, sent Prince Mahmud because the enemy they faced was Han people!

Han people!

For Europeans, perhaps the Han people are strangers, but for Crimean Tatars, they are the most familiar strangers.

The reason they are familiar with is that in their pride, the history of Mongolia and Genghis Khan is inseparable from the Han people. The reason why they are strange is that they have only heard of the Han people.

But now, they finally saw the Han people!

The Han people who only exist in the legend are in front of them!

The shouts of killing echoed in the sky, and the sound of horse hooves boiled again as the shouts of the little prince Mahmud.

In the galloping horses, Mahmud seemed to see the moment he defeated the Han people, and saw the old people talking about the glory of the ancestors over and over again, which were the ancestors, Genghis Khan. Now, like Genghis Khan, he defeated the Han people!

In the sound of horse hooves, Mahmud seemed to have an illusion that the Han people who came from afar would soon flee around under their sabers and their hard bows. He would ride horses and chase and chop Han people everywhere like his ancestors. All the trees along the way were hung with corpses, and thousands of heads were hung on the tree forks like fruits, and vultures hovered in the sky...

How wonderful everything is!

That is the glory of our ancestors!

And now he will have it all!

He will become a hero sung by all Crimeans, and he will be respected by his descendants like Genghis Khan...

Hallucination!

Sometimes when people have hallucinations, it often means ominous.

But Mahmud, who was immersed in the glory of his ancestors, had so much to care about, that is, when such an illusion appeared in his heart, imagining himself as a legendary figure in the entire Crimean Khanate, things suddenly changed.

Misier, who had been charging forward, felt like a tripping rope on the ground. The war horses that were originally galloping on the flat ground suddenly fell. The next moment, hundreds of people rushing in front suddenly fell to the ground. The seriously injured war horses were struggling on the ground, neighing.

What's going on?

Before he could figure out what was going on, Mahmud saw more war horses running, and then fell to the ground from near or far ahead.

Not a trip masso?

Of course it is not a squat rope. Compared with the squat rope, the Ming army had another seemingly inconspicuous obstacle. The barbed wire mesh was only half a foot away from the ground, spread across the front of the Ming army's positions, and the iron wires interlaced in grid form seemed inconspicuous, but for any infantry trapped in it, they could not run and stumbling when they walked in. This was a mouse-catching cage. The infantry that Ren Bao entered this area was just mice in the cage.

Because it is so low that no one notices his existence at all, and among the weeds, these barbed wires are so conspicuous that they will be completely ignored. There is no existence in the eyes of war horses and Tatar cavalry.

Minutes ago, the cavalry were still charging desperately, trying to kill the Ming army behind, but now they fell to the ground one after another. The Tatar cavalry who were desperately breaking through the outer defense and trying to continue advancing, at the beginning, they could still rush up dozens of meters, or even hundreds of meters, but soon the war horses fell to the ground. Although the low barbed wire would not cause any damage to the war horse, barbed wire could also stab the horse's hooves. The injured war horse became even more irritating. The war horses howled and tried to rush out from here, but in the end they could only fall heavily on the barbed wire. The spikes on the wire pierced the horse's body and also stabbed the cavalry.

For a time, the battlefield was full of tragic sounds of war horses. Although the Tatar cavalry had good riding skills, many of them could not stop for a moment. They rushed into the barbed wire and then fell to the ground. After all, the barbed wire did not directly trip the horse's legs, and no one knew when it would trip the horse's legs. There was no unified boundary, so the cavalry naturally couldn't react.

"Stop, stop..."

Mahmud shouted loudly, when he strangled the horse, the tamed war horse suddenly became irritated because of the stabbing of the horse's leg. He roared forward and twisted left and right. Although he tried hard to control the horse, he could not control it at all.

On the other end, the Ming army in the trench picked up infantry, more than 500 meters apart, and shot them in an orderly manner. They were like shooting targets, using the precise firepower of the rifled rifle, constantly aiming and shooting, and thousands of bullets accurately swept the Tatar cavalry.

In the face of this careless trap, even the best Tatar cavalry fell into a situation where they could not advance or retreat.

When they advance, the barbed wire fence in front blocked their way forward. When they retreat, in addition to the barbed wire fence, there was also the dense artillery fire of the Ming army. If they wanted to leave, they had to risk the rain of bullets.

The Tatar cavalry in this situation had no concealment at all, and burning bullets flew towards them from the front, reaping their lives at will.

What's even more deadly is that the artillery fired shrapnel. Because several test shots had been conducted, the timing of the air-exploding shrapnel was often extremely accurate. They exploded accurately in front of the barbed wire, and then hundreds of shotguns flew forward like raindrops. The dense rain of bullets instantly enveloped the Tatar cavalry, and the bombardment of the artillery never stopped for a moment.

Meanwhile, soldiers in the frontline trenches used their rifles to eliminate the enemies that were not killed by shells one by one.

This is not a battle, but a massacre.

The seemingly brave Tatar cavalry did not even come to fight back and fell into a dead end. The Tatar cavalry who were trying to fight back rely on their war horses and picked up short-barrel double-barrel flintlock rifles to fight back, but their range was not enough to be only a few dozen meters, which was actually something used to replace bows and arrows.

What they faced was the more violent counterattack of the Ming army. Many people fell to the ground without even firing their guns.

The fierce battle lasted only a few dozen minutes. When everything was over, except for the whine of the war horses and the roar of the wounded, it seemed that in an instant, other sounds disappeared.

When the guns and cannons stopped, the Ming army officers and soldiers with rifles appeared in this open area without cheering or shouting. When they came to this barbed wire, they saw the wounded people struggling on the ground and directly stabbed their bayonets. The sharp bayonets would pierce into the wounded's neck. In an instant, blood splattered out.

At this moment of counting the battlefield.

There was no gunshot anymore, only the most primitive scene of bayonets remained.

These Han people from tens of thousands of miles away used their best methods to solve these enemies with bayonets. Just a few dozen minutes ago, these Tatars even wanted to recreate the glory of their ancestors. In fact, they recreated the glory of their deaths.

Mahmud, who was shot twice and fell to the ground and dying, watched a Han man walking towards him. He wanted to move but couldn't move at all. Looking at the Han man walking over, he seemed to hear the story told by the old people when he was a child... These Han men with red cloth on their heads drove the heroic Mongolians out of the Central Plains.

It seemed that at this time, he remembered that when the old people mentioned Han people, they would use words to describe devils to describe them. At that time, he was not afraid at all.

devil?

They are the devils!

All Europeans know that they are the devil!

But now, Mahmud finally knew that he was just a little ghost. The real devil was these Han people. They were really... Before he could figure it out in his heart, he saw the sharp bayonet and suddenly sank into his neck.

The moment the bayonet was pulled out, blood gushed out, and Mahmud opened his eyes wide and looked at these Han people and these devils...

At this moment, like everyone else, he became a legend. He and his Tatar cavalry used their lives to prove a little Han enemy.

This battle became a kind of legend, and they, whether they were the Tatar cavalry or the Turks, or the once invincible Sultan Guards, were just fuel to prove the legend. They used their lives to create the legend of the Ming Dynasty!

This selfless spirit is indeed touching.

...

Finally, everything is over!

it's over!

Stupid!

When the gunfire stopped, everyone was stunned, including Kuchuk. Before that, they had thought of celebrating themselves, but now? The cruel reality reminded them what was going on there.

Corpse!

There were corpses everywhere on the battlefield, and only some unowned war horses were wandering among the corpses. The once extremely brave Sultan Guards fell down!

It turned into a pile of corpses and flesh!

how so?

Kuchuk stared ahead, his eyes full of suspicion.

Even until this time, he thought that all this was just an illusion, but the fear of a few people who escaped showed that everything was defeated!

They were defeated like this

At this moment, a staff officer from his subordinate came to report to him:

"Pasha, we have discovered a new line of defense behind the Chinese people's defense!"

Do you still need a reminder?

Everyone saw it, and they did witness it with their lives, with a stronghold behind the defense line, a defense line behind the stronghold, and more than one.

"Yes...it seems to be more than one!"

Kuchukpasha's tone became bitter. How did he explain to Vizier now? But in just a few hours, he lost tens of thousands of guards and tens of thousands of Tatar cavalry.

"Is Prince Mahmud back?"

The answer is no,

When Kuchukpasha learned that Prince Mahmud might die on the front line, he was speechless. These Tatars died so quickly!

Looking at the corpses everywhere on the battlefield, Kuchukpasha's mood was extremely heavy. He could imagine what kind of mood the Sultan would feel when he learned of the crushing defeat here. Maybe... maybe they will be held accountable!

"How is the situation there in Greater Vizier?"

"I don't know yet, but there seems to be no sound of cannons there!"

The sound of cannon disappeared.

Does this mean victory, or?

If it is victory, there may be some hope, but what if it is failure?

If it is a failure, they will soon face anger from the Sudan.

As a confidant of Great Vizier, Kuchukpasha knew very well that the Sultan was already extremely dissatisfied with Great Vizier. If the news of the failure reached his ears, what would he do to Great Vizier in the fury of the thunder?

"I hope Vizier can break through the Chinese defense line as soon as possible."

Soon, Kuchukpasha learned about the situation there and the attack of Great Vizier was also disintegrated by the Chinese. Even Great Vizier failed to break through the Chinese defense line and did not have the opportunity to experience the seemingly inconspicuous strongholds behind the defense line.

After learning the news, Kuchukpasha was stunned for a long time before he said that.

"I believe Vizier will have a solution!"
Chapter completed!