This time Zhu Cijiong did not take the lead and stay in front of the formation, but stayed in the safest hollow square formation. This is the most basic battlefield principle. The commander must stay in a safe position.
Xia Wanchun rode his horse to Zhu Cijiong and asked, "King Ding, do you want to use the scout cavalry to hunt down the slaves?"
"No, this is just a tentative attack by Jiannu." Zhu Cijiong said, "We cannot expose our trump card prematurely."
One hundred scout cavalry equipped with Type 20 rifled rifles were the Ming army's trump card, and Zhu Cijiong did not want to use them lightly.
"However, these Jiannu look like white-armored soldiers." Xia Wanchun said, "White-armored soldiers can use large bows to inflict heavy damage on us from fifty steps away. A few white-armored soldiers with strong physical strength can even attack us from eighty steps away."
We have caused casualties, and I'm afraid we won't be able to stop them without using the rifled rifles of the scout cavalry."
"It doesn't matter, then fire at a hundred steps." Zhu Cijiong said in a deep voice.
"First fight the war horses of the slaves, then the slaves. If you can't kill them, why don't you hurt them?"
The effective range of the flintlock gun is fifty steps, which means that the hit rate can be guaranteed within fifty steps.
Once the distance exceeds fifty steps, the hit rate can no longer be guaranteed, but if it hits, it can still kill someone. Even at a distance of a hundred steps, the lead of the flintlock gun is enough to kill someone without the protection of the stomach.
The infantry caused fatal damage, of course, but it was not much of a threat to the white-armored soldiers wearing triple armor.
But even if the threat is not great, the pain is still very painful.
"Accept the order." Xia Wanchun immediately returned to the command position.
The scout cavalry that had been wandering outside also took back the hollow square formation.
After a while, more than 300 white-armored slave soldiers approached within 100 steps.
Moreover, these more than 300 Jianu white-armored soldiers did not attack from just one direction, but simultaneously from all sides of the entire hollow square formation of the Ming army.
The Ming army standing in the first row immediately gently pulled the trigger.
"Bang bang bang!" Along with the intensive sound of gunfire, clouds of white smoke floated in front of the Ming army's formation.
Zhu Cijiong looked up and saw the horses of Jiannu's white-armored soldiers screaming sadly and falling to the ground.
Jiannu's white-armored soldiers were covered in triple armor and had strong defense, but Jiannu's horses were not armored and could easily be killed or wounded by flintlock guns.
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In just one round of concentrated fire, Jiannu lost half of his horses.
However, the defense of the white-armored soldiers was really strong, and not one of them was injured. After falling off the horse, they just rolled over and got up again from the ground, and continued to approach the Ming army on foot.
At the same time, Jiannu's white-armored soldiers who had not fallen off their horses suddenly accelerated.
Among the white-armored Jiannu soldiers who suddenly accelerated, there was Niu Lu'er Zhen Yabulan.
In the blink of an eye, Yabulan was within eighty steps, which was already within the range of his long bow. Yabulan not only had extraordinary physical strength, but also had a superb shot.
Yabulan suddenly used his strength to draw his big bow, and the arrow had already locked onto the prey.
Yabulan's prey was a Ming soldier watching the battle in the hollow phalanx. Yabulan's intuition told Yabulan that this Ming soldier should be an important figure in the Ming army, maybe the main general.
However, since this Ming army general was inside the hollow square formation, the distance was a bit far.
For this reason, Yabulan did not rush to loosen the bow string, but locked the Ming army general with the arrow, and then continued to use his legs to urge the horse to gallop forward, preparing to go twenty steps forward before releasing the arrow.
After a while, Yabulan was already within 70 steps of the Ming army's formation.
It was less than a hundred steps away from the Ming army general in the hollow square formation.
Then at this moment, the second team of musketeers of the Ming army had replaced themselves and raised their self-generated muskets.
The next moment, thick smoke rose again in front of the Ming army's formation, and then there was the sound of gunfire. The huge sound almost shattered Yaerlan's eardrums.
Almost at the same time, the war horse under Yaerlan's crotch suddenly neighed and fell to the ground.
Yabulan, who was on horseback, was also thrown away heavily. The moment he was thrown away, the heavy three-edged arrow that was originally fastened to the bowstring was also shot out. However, it was definitely impossible to shoot out under such circumstances.
After shooting his prey, the expected hunt had obviously come to nothing.
"Peng!" Yabulan fell heavily to the mud.
Yabulan was nearly two meters tall and weighed two hundred kilograms. If he added the triple-armored stomach, he would weigh nearly three hundred kilograms. He fell heavily to the ground and made a hole in the ground.
However, Yabulan's physical fitness is indeed extremely strong.
The harsh environment and harsh living conditions of the White Mountains and Black Waters gave the Jurchens a strong physique.
With such a violent impact, an ordinary person would at least be seriously injured if not killed on the spot, but Yabulan just turned over and got up.
Yabulan stood up and charged forward with his large bow.
His target was still the general in the Ming army's formation.
However, the general seemed to have realized the danger and was turning his horse's head to go back.
Yabulan couldn't help but become anxious, and immediately quickened his pace. He reached out and took out a heavy arrow from the quiver behind his back, fastened it on the bowstring and drew the big bow.
However, at this moment, there was another intensive sound of gunfire.
But it was the third team of musketeers from the Ming army who came up again and opened fire fiercely.
This time, Yabraan received several lead bullets, one of which hit his faceplate. The faceplate made of fine iron instantly dented inward, deforming his cheeks.
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Severe pain came from several places on the body at the same time.
One of the lead bullets hit his unprotected elbow joint.
Yabulan could no longer maintain the posture of drawing the bow, and loosened the bow string in a depressed manner.
The heavy three-edged arrow that was fastened to the string was shot again without knowing where it was going, and its intention failed again.
"Damn it!" Yabulan cursed. When he raised his head and looked around, he found that among the white-armored soldiers under his command, no one was still riding a horse. They had all become infantry.
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One of the white-armored soldiers was lying less than five steps away from him. His faceplate was also dented by the Ming army's lead, and the dent was obviously larger than his, and blood was seeping from his faceplate.
You don't even need to look at this to know that your cheekbones are crushed.
Looking up again, I saw that another group of Ming Army musketeers had come up and raised their self-fired blunderbuss again. The black muzzle of the blunderbuss was already aimed at them.
"Go back! Go back! Go back!"
Yabulan decisively gave up the idea of continuing the attack.
Because according to this trend, he would not be able to reach within fifty steps, and all his outstanding white-armored soldiers would be killed or injured. These white-armored soldiers are the treasures of the Qing Dynasty and cannot be easily buried here.
Immediately afterwards there was a loud banging sound, and Yabulan received a lot of lead blows on his back.
A huge impact struck, and Yabulan staggered and almost fell to the ground.
However, Yablan had already experienced many battles at this time, and he lost his momentum with a single sliding step. He came to the injured white-armored soldier who fell to the ground, bent down and reached out, and caught him.
Then he grabbed the belt of the white-armored soldier and ran back. He ran more than 400 steps before finally running back to the main formation.
After quickly running back to the main formation, Yabulan collapsed on the ground from exhaustion.
Wearing a armor and stomach weighing hundreds of kilograms, and dragging a companion weighing more than two hundred kilograms, running four to five hundred steps at top speed, even a cow would collapse to the ground from exhaustion.
While he was sitting on the ground panting, Yabulan pulled back the visor of the white-armored soldier he dragged back, only to find that the guy had already closed his eyes and passed out.
Look at the left cheek of this white-armored soldier. It is sunken and is already covered in flesh and blood.
"Yabulan, what happened just now?" Obai stepped forward and looked down at Yabulan with an unkind expression. Although the attack just now was a test attack, Obai did not expect to lose like this.
This is a rare Baya La soldier, not an ordinary flag soldier.
The Baya soldiers of the Qing Dynasty were all elites selected from a hundred.
One Baya La soldier can defeat ten or even twenty Ming armies.
But in this wave of probing attacks just now, Niulu Baya's soldiers actually left the Ming army helpless. They suffered heavy casualties, but did not cause any real damage to the Ming army.
Oboi could see it very clearly just now.
The Ming army on the opposite side only suffered a dozen casualties.
Bagala of the Qing Dynasty suffered nearly a hundred casualties.
"Lord Zhang Jing, the Ming army's self-generated muskets are too sharp."
Yabulan lowered his head, not daring to look into Obai's fierce gaze.
"How sharp can it be?" Oboi snorted, "Isn't it just a self-made firecracker?"
The Qing army also had self-generated fire guns, and the Qing army also had self-generated fire guns, and the war bureau often tested the lethality of self-generated fire guns.
The self-generated fire blunderbuss made under the supervision of the Qing War Bureau could not penetrate the triple armor of Baya La soldiers from thirty paces away. At most, it could penetrate the outer layer of cotton armor and then deform the armor.
Of course, if you get within thirty steps, even triple armor won't be able to withstand it.
But this is where Obai's confidence lies, because his Baya soldiers can fire heavy arrows from fifty steps away and accurately kill the Ming army musketeers on the opposite side.
That's why Obai was angry.
"Lord Zhang Jing, the Ming army's self-generated guns seem to be sharper than those of the Qing Dynasty."
Yabulan lowered his head and said: "Moreover, the firepower of the Ming army is too dense. Each warrior needs to face five or even ten self-generated fire cannons. Even if he is hit by five or even ten lead bullets, he will not die."
It hurts."
Speaking of this, Yabulan also rubbed the joint of his right elbow, which is still numb to this day.
Oboi then nodded and said: "You are saying that the number of Bagalas involved in the attack has been reduced."
"Yes." Yabulan nodded and said, "If three thousand bagaras attack from four directions at the same time, the Ming army will not be able to concentrate five or even ten self-generated fire muskets to shoot one bagara.
The Bajala can easily reach a distance of fifty or even thirty steps and hunt down the Ming army's musketeers."
