The Mongols dismounted and lay down one after another, pushing the dead horse carcasses on the ground and rushing forward.
They stacked the two horse corpses on top of each other, and four or five people pushed the horse's legs forward from behind. Behind the horse corpses, there were archers who kept shooting.
The ground is covered with ice and snow, which is very smooth and suitable for sliding.
They found the right method and quickly crossed the fifty-meter limit.
The lead bullets hit the horse's carcass and could not penetrate. The Mongols were so happy that so many people died and rushed here that they finally found a usable method.
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The Mongols got a chance to breathe. They immediately regrouped, hunched over, howling, grabbing the horses' limbs, and pushing them forward desperately.
Under the firing of mounted bows, the musketeers in the front row were hit by arrows one after another. Bows and arrows were the Mongolians' special skill. By this time, other aspects were not working, but the Mongolians' archery was still very accurate.
The gunmen wore thick cotton jackets and cotton trousers, and the military uniforms outside were made of stab-proof fabric. The military uniforms were covered with thick military coats. Although these items were not iron armor, they still had high protective power.
These Mongolian archers lost many of their arrows, which were made of bones. Because Mongolia was short of iron, Mobei was further away from the Ming Dynasty, so it was even more deficient in iron.
Some arrowheads are also made of ground stone. Only officers and nobles will be equipped with iron arrowheads. Only archers will miss fine arrows.
These bows and arrows hit the fusiliers and penetrated the military coats directly, but they could not penetrate the stab-proof clothing.
Thanks to the military coats on the outside and the thick cotton cushioning of the cotton-padded jackets and trousers on the inside, these soldiers who were hit by arrows did not suffer serious blunt injuries.
However, some unlucky ones were shot in the face and fell to the ground immediately.
Arrows shot to the face and neck, directly resulting in death. The flintlock soldiers began to suffer casualties.
The marksmanship of the flintlock soldiers was very accurate, and they also caused casualties to the Mongols who shot arrows and accidentally exposed their limbs.
Centurion Hutu accidentally exposed his thigh and was immediately hit by the opponent. A flower of blood burst out from his thigh. He screamed and rolled out from under the cover of the horse's corpse.
Immediately, he was hit by a series of intensive flintlock guns, and his body was penetrated by lead bullets more than a dozen holes. He twitched a few times on the ground and then stopped moving.
Now the distance between the two sides has been reduced to less than thirty meters. They can see each other's faces clearly. As soon as the Mongolians show their heads, they will be focused on the head by the flintlock guns here.
The shooting here is also very accurate. Both sides are fighting for casualties at this time.
But, at least now the Mongols could inflict casualties on the fusiliers.
An Sanxi looked at the quick reaction of the Mongolians on the opposite side, and he lamented that the general on the opposite side was also a talent. He knew that the general on the opposite side must be Kortu, the only talent in his Tuxietu Khan tribe.
An Sanxi immediately ordered the soldiers to lie down and the camel cannon was ready to fire.
At the command, the fusiliers fell to the ground one after another, and the archers immediately lost their target.
Although the wind had subsided, the ground was still filled with snow and fog more than a foot high. They could not see the situation on the opposite ground at all.
The camels behind the rifleman all lay on the ground, forming a camel city wall. The height of the camel's torso was 1.23 meters, which was enough to form a cover for the people behind.
These camels are all covered with camel coats made of stab-proof fabric. On the one hand, it is to protect the camels from the wind and keep them warm. On the other hand, it is also to prevent damage from arrows. Because on the battlefield, loss is the biggest danger.
Although these stab-proof camel jackets can only block the cutting of swords and have little effect on heavy weapons, they are still of great significance in reducing camel casualties.
Kortu saw that the fusilier soldiers on the opposite side had fallen down and were basically invisible. They were all covered by the snow and fog on the ground.
Shooting had become meaningless, and he immediately changed his strategy.
These camels are equipped with camel swivel guns. They must engage the enemy as soon as possible. Otherwise, the bodies of the horses cannot stop these shells.
The people and horses that were smashed during this charge fully illustrate this point.
"Throw away your bows and arrows, rush over and fight them hand to hand, hurry up, don't wait for them to fire." Kortu shouted loudly.
Based on experience, he knew the rate of fire of the Ming army's general artillery. It took about thirty breaths to reload. When the flintlock gun fired just now, it must have been reloaded during this time.
If you rush up at this time, you will inevitably endure a round of shelling.
Opposite were five hundred cannons, and he was shocked by the number.
However, the consequences of staying behind the horse's corpse will be even worse. Horses cannot withstand the fire of spherical solid bullets. The horse will be directly smashed into pieces, and the people behind will be blasted into dregs.
He made up his mind and must rush forward regardless of casualties. The distance between the two sides was now only ten horse lengths. If he charged forward with all his strength, he would win. Now was not the time to hesitate.
The Mongols howled one after another, jumped up from behind the horses, raised their scimitars and rushed forward quickly.
On the battle line, countless Mongolians swarmed forward.
However, the situation exceeded Kortu's expectations. The reaction speed of the Ming army on the opposite side was too fast. These Ming soldiers who rode camels and braved extreme cold and blizzards to arrive were definitely the elite of the Ming army.
I saw the fusilier soldier on the opposite side just lying down, and immediately afterwards, the camel cannon opened fire again. The interval was surprisingly short. It was almost a seamless connection. This requires rigorous training to achieve.
Boom boom boom!
Balls of fire rushed out of the muzzle. Dense pellets came in like a storm.
The Mongols charged in groups and ran into a dense storm of shotguns.
The blazing hot wind came flying with dense steel ball projectiles.
At that moment, Kohler seemed to feel the warmth of summer. His frozen body seemed to be warmed up all of a sudden. This feeling was indescribably comfortable.
Originally, the north wind blew on his face, which hurt like a knife. Now, as the hot wind spread across the face, he felt a burst of happy warmth.
Immediately afterwards, severe pain came from the chest and lower limbs.
Countless steel balls passed through his body. These hot steel balls made him feel like his whole body was burning.
He fell down in the warmth. When he fell sideways, he saw the person behind him falling down in a large area like wheat.
Kortu was stunned. He punched the frozen ground as hard as steel with a painful fist. The skin and flesh of his fingers cracked and blood flowed out.
Shotgun! These damn Ming troops, they used shotgun this time.
When they all threw down their cover and rushed out, they were hit head-on by shotguns.
If viewed from the sky, the Mongolian formation looks like it has been hit by countless huge hammers, and countless semicircular open spaces suddenly appear in front. The fan made by the shotgun directly clears out the Mongolians in front.
Artillery is not a musket. When a shotgun ball penetrates one person, it will continue to penetrate one or two people. The back is not safe either.
Kortu immediately realized that there was no one in front of him.
His eyes were split apart, and he was so heartbroken that he could hardly breathe.
A Mongolian warrior needs at least twenty years of training from birth to becoming a qualified warrior. But in front of these damn firearms, they can only use them for a few breaths, and then they are wasted.
"Everyone who is still alive, follow me and rush forward."
Kortu shouted wildly. He knew that such huge casualties had been caused and there was absolutely no way to retreat today.
Because under the huge range of artillery and flintlock muskets, retreating is tantamount to sticking out your neck and letting your opponent slaughter you from the back.
He wanted everyone to see him and know that except for the Great Khan, the highest general was charging at the front.
"Hula, Hula!" The Mongolians saw the general they admired and personally led the team to launch a desperate charge. Suddenly, all the remaining people became crazy and rushed forward desperately.
They have only one obsession in their hearts: rush forward, rush forward.
Break into those walls of camels. Hack them to death with firearms, like a warrior, with a machete.