Seven Days to Save the Great Ming? I'd Rather Hang Myself

Good news: Zhu Lian transmigrated, becoming Emperor Chongzhen of the Great Ming, Zhu Youjian.

Bad news: Today is the tenth day of the third month of Chongzhen's seventeenth year, and Li Z...

Chapter 679: Attacking the Tumed Tribe (Part 1)

The Ming army's bird-gun soldiers did not fire their guns, but continued to charge with the main force.

Sixty steps!

The Mongolian front-row cavalry fired the first wave of arrows into the sky, trying to slow down the Ming army's charge and disrupt their formation.

The arrow was bounced high by the bowstring, turning into an arc and falling heavily.

Dense arrows fell to the ground, were crushed by horses' hooves, and landed on soldiers and horses, but were easily blocked by armor.

The Ming cavalry was not willing to be outdone and fired arrows in counterattack.

The Mongolian soldiers in the front row were protected by armor and did not suffer much damage.

The Mongolian soldiers behind were more unlucky. They had little armor on and were thrown into disarray by the rain of arrows falling from the sky.

However, they quickly restored their formation thanks to their excellent riding skills.

Forty steps!

Before the Mongolian cavalry fired the second wave of arrows, the Ming army's bird-gun soldiers raised their bird-guns.

Bang bang bang!

They pulled the trigger one after another and fired the pre-loaded bullets.

At this distance and population density, you don't need to aim too accurately, just aim roughly.

After they finished firing their guns, they immediately put down their guns and picked up their swords, ready for close combat.

The bullets fired from the Rumi gun penetrated the armor, leaving bloody holes on the bodies of Mongolian soldiers and horses.

Except for a few soldiers who were shot in vital parts and died on the spot, most of the others ignored the pain under the influence of adrenaline.

Thirty steps!

As the Mongolian cavalry launched a second wave of arrows, the Ming cavalry holding three-barreled guns began to fire.

Dense bullets were scattered like rain, covering the front row of Mongolian soldiers.

The Mongolian soldiers fell off their horses one after another and rolled on the ground.

On the one hand it was because of the pain, and on the other hand it was to avoid the horse's hooves behind.

No one cared about their life or death, everyone's attention was focused on the enemy in front of them.