Pulled by hundreds of Qing soldiers, the boat was getting closer and closer to the river bank. Not far from the bank, there were densely packed Qing troops. They were wearing heavy armor and were either holding ropes to pull the boat or holding sharp knives.

Prepare to jump in and help. At the same time, the sound of the strings was deafening, and thousands of arrows fell on the ship like raindrops, but it only took a moment. The ship's side guard and the cabin roof were covered with arrows.

The ship that was blocked seemed to have lost its resistance. The mortars on the bow could not fire to the side of the ship. The gunners could only hide behind the fenders and huddle, waiting for the last moment to come.

The heavily armored Qing soldiers on the shore all had their eyes wide open and red, like bloodthirsty beasts. They wanted to rush to the ship and kill all the bright dogs on the ship. They believed that with their own bravery, as long as they killed

When they got to the boat, the Ming soldiers on the boat would be like rotten vegetables and let them kill them. They noticed that only half of the people on the boat had armor, and the others were wearing sheepskin clothes.

Close!

In the blink of an eye, the distance between them was shortened to a dozen steps, and the people on the boat were also very nervous. They watched eagerly as the boat was brought to the shore. Under the obstruction of the arrows, they had no chance to cut the rope.

Hu Shoujin, who was wearing full iron armor, stood on the boat platform, turning a blind eye to the rain of arrows falling on him. He could see from the telescope that the artillery team of the Jiannu slaves in the distance was desperately approaching the river bank. Even he

You can feel the black hole of the muzzle gradually pointing here.

But he still stood here, standing motionless, letting the rain of arrows fall on the armor and make a crisp sound.

Donglu!

Donglu!

The Donglu on the river bank was clearly visible, even visible. As the general's guard, Li Guoan felt that his heart was beating like crazy in his chest. His fingers were numb and his legs were weak.

The iron helmet was cold, but his forehead was still dripping with sweat.

Looking at Zhang Yong on the side, even though his face was protected by an iron helmet, the long knife in his hand was trembling and might hit his foot at any time.

"Brothers, listen up. If a man dies, you will die. There is nothing to be afraid of."

Following the general, Liu Qiren couldn't help but remind him loudly.

"Ah!"

The nervous people beside the bulwark let out a muffled roar. They cheered up again, holding weapons in hand and staring straight ahead with eyes. Occasionally, arrows would shoot into their armor, causing them to fall on the boat amidst screams.

The moment they fall, they will be dragged into the cabin...

"Minions, listen up, go up and kill all the Nikans on the ship..."

Niulu Darhan shouted loudly. He was warlike by nature. He didn't even wear a helmet, but walked around in the formation with his bald head, shouting, and a six or seven-inch long rat tail wagging behind his head.

In fact, they didn't even need his instigation. Most of these slaves were already shouting excitedly. They stared at Ming Gou's ship with their red eyes, wishing they could kill Ming Gou right now and kill Ming Gou on the ship...

Finally, dragged by the flying hook, the out-of-control boat approached the river bank reluctantly.

"Prepare! Impact..."

The moment the boat hit the river bank, the people on the boat shouted, and they grabbed the ropes and fenders on the side. In fact, the impact was not strong, it just made the boat shake a little.

In almost an instant, Darhanti slashed his way with his sword. Behind him, hundreds of thousands of Jiannu infantrymen were waving their swords and guns and shouting. Under the cover of the archers, they rushed towards the river. They were shouting.

Trying to jump onto the gunboat that was pulled to the river.

"Kill, kill..."

Darhan, who was leading the way, approached the river bank. When he was only fifty or sixty steps away from the river bank, he saw the dogs on the boats standing up. They were standing behind the guard board, holding in their hands - blunderbuss?

Because of the close distance, he could even see the black muzzle of the black gun. The next moment, he saw a cloud of white mist.

Clouds of white mist followed by a muffled sound like exploding beans, the gun went off!

The Ming army behind the ship's side wall finally stopped passively fighting back. They aimed their muskets at Jiannu who was just around the corner and pulled the trigger.

Thousands of lead bullets penetrated the thick iron armor of the Jiannu in an instant. Of course, some Jiannu who rushed to the front received special attention and were immediately beaten into a sieve. For a moment, those Jiannu who were rushing to kill immediately fell

A piece fell.

They only have one round!

When this idea came to Darhan's mind, he did not see the musketeer behind the bulwark. After one round of shooting, he immediately handed the gun to the opened hatch. The brothers in the cabin took it and handed it to him again.

He was given a musket. In the cabin, three or four musketeers were waiting, waiting to load their ammunition and hand their muskets to their comrades.

The moment he took the gun, Li Liang's right thumb pulled the hammer to the ready position, and then took aim... The moment the crosshair pressed against Jian Nu, he pulled the trigger. There was a violent recoil.

, a cloud of white mist was sprayed from the muzzle.

However, after just a few rounds of shooting, the side of the ship was already shrouded in smoke. However, the smoke was easily dispersed by the river wind. Although the smoke was filled, it could not block their sight.

For them, line of sight seemed to be the only problem, but for the slaves who were exposed to the gun, these few dozen steps were like a death zone. When they tried to rush through, it was in vain.

At the cost of their own lives, the scorching lead bullets easily penetrated their armor, knocking them to the ground. The blood pouring out from under the armor instantly dyed the ice and snow on the ground red.

Bloody red...

Although the Qing army's arrows would always hit some unlucky guys, under the protection of the bulwarks, most of the time, the only thing that hindered the shooting was the speed of reloading by the brothers in the cabin.

"Quick, reload quickly..."

Every time, when a musket is thrown into the cabin, the brothers in the cabin will shout loudly. They stand in the cabin, loading bullets calmly, and the two-inch thick wooden board above their heads resists the rain of arrows.

However, they knew what would happen if they could not load the ammunition as soon as possible and wait until the slaves were killed on board the ship.

Everyone moved very quickly. They took out the paper-wrapped bullets from the cowhide cartridge box at their waist, tore open the paper shell and poured the musket into the muzzle. After pouring the gunpowder, they quickly took out the paper ball wrapped with the bullet.

Insert it into the muzzle of the gun, then stab it firmly with a purge, and finally press the flash cap...

"Be prepared for me and kill more slaves..."
Chapter completed!