Another row of musketry exploded, and hundreds of Ming army musketeers suddenly appeared from the hillside on the flank, firing countless lead bullets mercilessly at the Jiannu.
The Jiannu troops engaged the Ming army in front of them, but the fighting was so dense that the Ming army barely needed to aim, simply firing their muskets in rows.
White smoke continued to rise, and the Jiannu army continued to fall. Screams and neighs of horses rose one after another. Some horses that had been shot but not killed were running and neighing wildly, adding to the chaos in the Jiannu battle formation.
These five or six hundred Ming army musketeers stood on the hillside, firing continuously in four rows and maintaining the continuity of firepower.
"Hurry, hurry, push it here, yes, right here." The officer commanded and shouted, and more than a dozen grenade carts were pushed and lifted, ready to take position behind the battle formation.
One by one, the bombs were put into the cloth bag, the fuse was lit, the hammer smashed the iron hook, and it fired, fired!
The black shells flew over the Ming army formations and smashed into the Jiannu ranks. Ten-pound objects dropped from the sky would at least leave those who didn't die.
Looking at the hissing and smoking thunders under their feet, even the experienced and fierce Jiannu couldn't help but howl in fear.
Explosions rang out one after another after the flash. Even those Jiannu who were not hit by shrapnel lost their hearing and had dizziness in front of their eyes because they were close to them.
The bombs were fired continuously, and after each loud explosion, a Jiannu soldier was injured and fell.
Like a stone thrown into a lake, it stirred up a circle of ripples, but it was a turbulent wave of blood and flesh flying everywhere. The Jiannu battle formation became increasingly weaker and more sparse.
As the soldiers in the front were consumed, the battle formations of the two armies broke away from contact and opened up some distance.
The throwing of thunder bombs slowed down, but the musketeers had room to maneuver again.
Under the command of the officers' whistles and shouts, a team of musketeers passed the swordsmen and spearmen and fired their guns; just as the thick white smoke began to rise, another team of musketeers came forward and opened fire.
Rows of lead bullets were fired at the enemy, and the battle formation slowly advanced, with grenade carts following closely behind. Like an unstoppable thick wall, the battle formation once again pressed forward towards the Jiannu.
It’s broken, it’s broken!
When Jirgalang saw this scene from a distance, his heart sank, realizing that failure might have become a reality.
This kind of confrontation was what Jirgalang tried his best to avoid. When the armor and equipment of both sides were not much different, and they were shooting at each other at a distance of sixty or seventy meters, the lethality of a musket was far greater than that of a bow and arrow.
Moreover, the battlefield was not wide and the cavalry could not move freely.
The most crucial thing is that after the main road was cut off by the suddenly appearing Ming army, Amin did not think it was an insurmountable obstacle, nor did he need to turn back the entire army.
But when Amin led a group of troops to attack the Ming army that was blocking the road, the Ming army in Lushun Fort suddenly rushed out, forcing Jirgalang to lead his troops to fight to prevent his brother's troops from being attacked from both sides.
But in this way, fighting on two fronts, the Jiannu fell into a passive position.
After a battle, Jirgalang found that the Ming army's muskets were sharp and the bombing was fierce.
He then deliberately retreated quickly to attract the Ming army forward, and then suddenly rushed back, risking casualties from the flying lead bullets, in order to defeat the enemy with close combat.
But to Jirgalang's surprise, although the Ming army did not have the upper hand in close combat, it was not easily defeated.
Now, the two sides have formed this combat situation again, which is even worse.
After their own army suffered a setback, its morale was low, and another fierce close combat would probably not be effective.
"Hurry and report to the Second Prince that our army must retreat immediately." Jirgalang called over his personal guards and ordered in a low voice, "If we suffer heavy losses, the Bordered Blue Banner may no longer be under his control."
Jirgalang knew his brother's temper, and since his brother had died in battle, if he didn't realize how powerful he was, he would probably fight to the death.
But he knew that he could no longer hold on and that defeat was only a matter of time. Meanwhile, the battle on Amin's side continued, with no sign of victory.
The consequence of delaying would be that they would be squeezed tighter and tighter on the main road, and even the escape route would be blocked. At that time, the only outcome would be annihilation of the entire army.
The personal guards took the order and left. Jirgalang gritted his teeth and ordered the archers to shoot at the enemy, the armored soldiers to dismount and prepare for fighting on foot, and some troops to climb up the hillside to intercept the enemy who were coming in a roundabout way.
In terms of numbers, Jirgalang had already seen that the enemy had the advantage, and now this war of attrition was even more disadvantageous to his own army.
But he had no choice but to delay time to block the enemy for his brother Amin and buy time to retreat.
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