The situation developed rapidly. While the Ming army suffered casualties, it continued to advance forward persistently and bravely.
When the Ming army's vanguard stopped to adjust, the grenade carriers following behind them showed their power again, throwing bombs one after another at the Jiannu.
Every explosion resulted in casualties. The dazzling flash, deafening roar, flying blood and flesh, and tragic wails weakened the remaining fighting spirit of the Jiannu.
Before the smoke from the explosion had dissipated, fires flashed across the street.
The Ming army's musket fire was once again powerful, and row after row of lead bullets, carrying the heat of death, were shot at the standing enemies.
Advancing, shooting, bombing... Facing the casualties caused by bows and arrows, the Ming army continued to advance tenaciously and bravely.
Seeing his own men bleeding and falling continuously, and the battle formation that had retreated and reorganized facing collapse again, Jirgalang's eyes were bloodshot, and he drew out his long sword, ready to charge with all his might.
At this moment, three small carts were suddenly pushed out from the Ming army formation. In the increasingly terrified eyes of the Jiannu people, the black muzzles of the cannons were pointing at them.
Under the cover of the sword and shield soldiers, the artillerymen holding torches lit the fuse.
Sparks flew into the powder chamber. With a loud bang, a flash of scorching fire appeared, and hundreds of projectiles rushed towards the Jiannu, and thick smoke rose at the same time.
With the help of falconets and shot...bullets, a large number of Jiannu soldiers in front of the battle formation were immediately knocked down by the dense bullets.
That's not all. The falconet had a shorter range and less power, but its advantage was speed. A skilled gunner could change sub-guns in just a few seconds.
Boom! Another dense hail of bullets swept across, spraying blood mist from the Jiannu. Some died on the spot, while others fell to the ground, screaming miserably.
One shot after another, like the scythe of the god of death, mercilessly reaped the lives of the Jiannu.
It’s over, it’s over! Jirgalang’s heart sank to the bottom. Under such a fierce attack, the army’s final will would inevitably be crushed.
The cannon fire stopped, the smoke gradually dissipated, and Jirgalang saw a tragic scene.
Corpses lay everywhere and wounded soldiers fell to the ground. The unbearable pain made them roll around, twist and twitch, and let out inhuman wail.
An officer, without a weapon in his hands, clutched his bleeding stomach, barely holding himself together. His eyes were blank and glazed, as if he couldn't believe what was happening.
The Ming army's battle formation advanced again to the sound of war drums. A volley of gunfire rang out, and the Jiannu officer was hit by a bullet again. He fell to the ground and died with blood splattering.
"Lord Beile." The personal guard who had gone to report to Amin came back and said anxiously, "Second Beile orders you to retreat immediately."
Jirgalang's eyes were a little dull as he looked at the Ming army flags that were getting closer and clearer, without any reaction.
"My Lord!" The personal guard grabbed Jirgalang's reins and repeated Amin's order loudly again.
Jirgalang's eyes rolled and some life came back to him.
The Ming army's battle formation was still advancing steadily, while our own troops were on the verge of collapse.
When two artillery carts were pushed out again and pointed at the Later Jin army, Jirgalang knew that the situation was hopeless and decisively ordered a retreat.
Taking a last look at the battlefield littered with dead and wounded, Jirgalang was filled with sorrow and shock. He suddenly turned his horse's head and galloped away without looking back.
Yes, it was called a retreat, but this was on the battlefield, and it was no different from running away or being defeated.
Although the Jiannu army had war horses behind their formation, the wounded soldiers who fell to the ground were essentially abandoned.
The Ming army did not pursue, nor could they catch up. After several volleys of gunfire, the battle formation continued to advance steadily.
With an expressionless face, he stabbed the bayonet into the chest of the wounded Jiannu soldier, stepped on it with his foot and pulled it out with his hand. The bloody bayonet paused in the air and pointed at the next target.
Feng Datie and his comrades stepped on the corpses of the Jiannu soldiers, killed the wounded Jiannu soldiers, and moved forward with firm steps, forward!
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Zhenjiang.
The flag of the Dongjiang Army has been placed on the top of the city wall. The broken city walls and blackened city walls show that a great battle had just ended.
The 500 Jiannu, more than 1,000 Western Tartars and Han troops stationed there were completely wiped out under the siege of the two allied forces and tens of thousands of Dongjiang troops.
Although Mao Wenlong wanted to occupy Zhenjiang and provide a barrier for Sinuiju and Tieshan across the river, he knew that the time was not right yet.
The work of sweeping the surrounding areas and relocating people to clear the fields was in full swing. Even if Zhenjiang was abandoned, an uninhabited area should be left for the Jiannu to make it difficult for them to stay for a long time.
It is already autumn, and although the weather has not yet cooled down, some signs of seasonal changes can be seen in the fields.
Standing on the top of the city wall and looking into the distance, Mao Wenlong was deeply moved.
This includes not only the feeling of revisiting an old place, but also the insights gained after a series of battles.
"Our army also needs a unit that excels at mountain warfare." Mao Wenlong pointed into the distance and said, "Without this, we won't be able to stop the Eastern Tartars and protect the security of Zhenjiang and its surrounding areas."
Zhenjiang City is small, but its area is large. When expanded, it is equivalent to Dandong City in later generations, including Fengcheng, Kuandian, Xiuyan and other counties.
From the perspective of topography, the north is high and the south is low, with mountains and hills being the main part, and plains and valleys accounting for only one or two tenths. Therefore, it is also known as "seven mountains, one water, half fields, and half roads and manors".
In Mao Wenlong's view, the mountains and hills in the north were a natural position to block the Jiannu's attack.
Especially in the north of Kuandian and Fengcheng, where the terrain is the highest, the mountains are rolling and the forests are dense, which makes it difficult for the Jiannu, who are good at fighting on the plains, to play their advantage.
After several battles, generals such as Mao Wenlong were very confident in using terrain and fortifications to hold their ground with muskets and grenade carts.
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