Aobai's ears were buzzing and he felt dizzy. Shrapnel hit his head. Fortunately, the helmet protected him, but it was still very uncomfortable.

The choking smoke made it difficult for him to see the surroundings, but his hearing had recovered a little, and all he could hear were screams and cries.

"Boom!" The explosion was very close, the burst of fire dazzled his eyes, and his ears lost their hearing. The whole world was quiet and strange.

Is this the strength of the Ming army defending with full firepower?!

Huang Taiji narrowed his eyes and issued the order to retreat.

The smoke cleared slightly, the explosions stopped, and the roar of muskets became the main theme of the war again.

Rows of bullets swept across, knocking down the blurry figures; the Ming troops on both wings launched an attack, squeezing and closing in, causing the Jiannu to be fiercely attacked from three sides.

What do you mean by not waving the Zhengbai flag? This means we’re going to beat them to death!

Huang Taiji ordered the cavalry to launch a feint attack to divert the enemy's attention so that more troops trapped in the enemy's position could be evacuated.

When the smoke had mostly cleared, the Ming army leaped out of their positions and launched a counterattack using slow-moving shooting techniques, shooting the Jiannu soldiers inside and outside the trenches one by one and ruthlessly stabbing the wounded to death with bayonets.

"Boom, boom, boom..." Several cannons roared from the flanks, firing thousands of buckshot shells, knocking down the retreating Jiannu from behind.

"Kill, kill, kill!" The counterattack was accompanied by shouts, courage was increasing, and will was stronger.

Oboi was also retreating under the protection of his personal guards. Behind him was the continuous roar of gunfire. His personal guards screamed from time to time and fell to the ground after being hit by lead bullets.

Bang! A bullet from a heavy musket originally intended for Aobai hit the head of the personal guard beside him, and countless rotten flesh and blood burst out like a rotten watermelon, splashing half of Aobai's face.

Ah! Amidst the screams, another guard was hit in the leg and lunged forward, knocking Aobai so hard that he almost fell.

Turning around and pulling up the injured soldier, Oboi struggled forward.

But the vision was clear, and the Ming army also discovered the leader of the Jiannu army. He had just shouted loudly, and the lead bullets were concentrated and fired at him and the surrounding Jiannu army.

"Boom, boom!" The artillery also turned its muzzles and joined the ranks of chasing and killing Oboi, killing and wounding the Jiannu who were blocking his figure.

The Ming Dynasty was very enthusiastic about imitating the falconet cannon and made many improvements, producing falconet cannons of various specifications and models.

The small-scale falconet weighed only eight pounds (excluding the sub-guns), which was lighter than a heavy musket. It was equipped with eight sub-guns, and although its range and lethality were insufficient, it had a high rate of fire.

The horse-drawn falconet, excluding the sub-gun, weighs 9.82 pounds, which is equivalent to a heavy musket and can fire continuously. However, due to its airtightness, its power is definitely not as strong.

These two types of falconets are used by infantry and can even be equipped by individual soldiers. Their shape is a bit like a heavy sniper rifle.

Moreover, the falconet was still used in small quantities during the War of Resistance Against Japanese Aggression and was able to fight against the Japanese invaders!

Although the falconet was facing the fate of being eliminated, in line with the principle of economic conservation, Zhu Youxiao still allocated a large number of falconet cannons of various models to the Ming army, mainly for use as defensive weapons.

You should know that according to conservative estimates, during the Jiajing and Wanli periods, the Ming Dynasty manufactured and equipped 40,000 to 50,000 falconets of various models.

In close combat defense, even a piece of junk like the three-barreled gun was quite formidable, let alone the Portuguese. As for advancement, that was compared to other countries; the Jiannu barbarians were not even considered advanced.

Of course, no matter what weapons, the Ming army had reasonable configuration when defending their positions to maximize their power.

The weight in his hand became heavier and heavier. Aobai turned around and saw that the personal soldier with a leg injury had his head drooped, and a bullet hole in his back was bleeding.

After letting go of the fallen soldier, Oboi took a few steps and was hit in the leg by a cannonball.

Although the distance was very far, the protection of his legs was weak, and Aobai's strong body fell heavily.

A soldier reached out his hand to help Oboi, but just as he touched Oboi's body, a heavy lead bullet struck the soldier's back, breaking his entire spine. The soldier fell face down, twitching in his death throes.

The continuous firing of guns and artillery, the flank attacks from both wings, and the frontal shooting from the rear intertwined into a devouring fire net, which smashed the enemy into pieces.

Rows of Ming army musketeers advanced forward, retaking the deliberately abandoned positions and ruthlessly slaughtering the defeated Jiannu and the remaining wounded.

Oboi turned over and sat up, moving backward with difficulty, his back against a mound formed by a bomb crater, looking at the scattered fleeing Later Jin soldiers and the Ming army advancing slowly.

They are all cowards, they are all cowards, they dare not fight face to face, they can only use those messy firearms.

Oboi refused to accept the defeat and gnashed his teeth. If he had relied on his martial arts and bravery in close combat, he could have beaten ten of them.

But now—

The Ming army's battle line was getting closer and closer. No expression could be seen behind the black iron masks, but their movements looked like they were slaughtering dogs and chickens.

Aobai suddenly struggled to stand up, using his knife to support himself, completely ignoring the blood flowing from his wound. His face, stained by smoke, looked both ferocious and disheveled.

"I am the Grand Jin Meile Zhangjing..."

Bang, bang, bang... The volley of gunfire interrupted Abahai's last bold words. The Ming soldiers couldn't even hear what the guy who suddenly stood up was shouting.

The brave Oboi, the battle-hardened future "Baturu" of the Later Jin Dynasty, was no different from an ordinary Jiannu in the eyes of the Ming army's musketeers, and they didn't even let him finish his words.

The wide trench in front of the position used to block the enemy's advance has been filled for dozens of meters, and the gap is still there, but the Jiannu no longer dare to attack, or even get too close.

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