Everyone was surprised and happy after hearing Mr. Jiang's explanation. Yang Ling ran out and saw this strange scene, and felt very funny.

After a commotion, the Tartar soldiers began to rush over under the command of a general to turn the cannon over. Seeing this, Yang Ling immediately shouted: "Don't look, take this opportunity to take the opportunity to quickly lead people to organize the people out of the city. Hurry up, a few people come over and rescue Ma Yicheng and the injured soldiers."

When Jiang Bin heard this, he saved the life and death treason. It wasn't the time to watch the fun. He hurriedly turned around and shouted, "Where is the gunner? Are there any living? Hurry up our cannons and bombard the Tartars' cannons."

The city tower immediately became busy. Fortunately, Lord Min had just been carried down from the second floor, otherwise he would have died in this shot just now. At this time, he was the happiest person. As the highest leader of Jiming Post, he rushed into the enemy formation alone, took off the head of the little prince Boyan Mengke's youngest son with one knife, and then threw a mess to others to clean up.

The chief clerk Wang asked the county magistrate Min to carry the county magistrate Min and rushed down the city with a group of gentry. Yang Ling and inspector Liu called more than a dozen soldiers to scatter and scatter, and rescued people from the rubble. After a while, they dragged five or six people out of the broken bricks and tiles. Fortunately, the others were not seriously injured.

However, Ma Yicheng, who was originally standing at the entrance of the building, was pulled out of his head and hugged his shoulders and pulled him, but his body remained motionless. When Yang Ling and others cleaned up the broken bricks and tiles on his body, everyone couldn't help but take a breath. A deputy beam hit Ma Yicheng's belly, his lower body was covered in blood and blood, and the person was already dead.

On the other side, Jiang Bin finally found a few who could use artillery among the remaining soldiers. Unfortunately, two of the three main gunmen had already died in the hand-to-hand combat in the city guarding, and only one was left injured, but he had just dug out of the garbage dump. He was originally a knife under his stubbornness, but now he was hit by a brick again. Jiang Bin didn't care about so many, so he forced him to hold the blood-faced to the fort.

The dizzy gunner commanded the deputy to adjust the angle of the cannon and bombard it with one shot. The shell exploded more than ten feet away from the cannon. Although it did not cause any damage to the cannon, it also killed more than ten Tartars. The Tartars who were loading the cannon in a hurry and paniced.

At that time, no sight was invented on the cannon. It was entirely up to the gunner to judge with his experience and naked eyes that the Tartars' chariot could be smashed into pieces with one shot, all because the giant was very close and used flat shooting. However, now the opponent has erected a cannon far outside the three arrows. Even at the best level in normal times, it may not be able to hit the opponent so accurately, not to mention that the gunner is currently in this state, and it uses curved shooting.

Jiang Binyuan didn't expect him to bombard the opponent's cannon with one shot. He immediately ordered people to load all three cannons for firing, and then asked someone to help the gunners to calibrate one by one. Two more cannons were shot in succession, and the shells were wasted. The shells were shot farther and bloomed in the Tartar group.

Huang County Magistrate, Yang Ling, Jiang Bin and others stood in the lookout so anxious that they could clench their hands and sweat, but they could not help at all. For the first time, Yang Ling hated his insurance profession. If he were an artilleryman at the beginning, he would probably not be able to play such primitive cannons well as an artilleryman!

At this time, the dozen people next to the cannon set up by the Tartars suddenly jumped on their horses and turned around and ran. Yang Ling and others watched the cannon's gun roar and a flame spewed out. At the same time, a large cloud of smoke rose up on the spot. The cannon body rose into the air in the thick smoke and fell heavily.

Yang Ling and others only felt the loud noise and their feet vibrated for a moment, and then they were silent. Everyone looked at me in surprise, and I looked at you, and they were all a little puzzled: Where is the shell? No explosion occurred on the top of the city, why did the shells disappear?

Jiang Bin laughed dryly and said, "No matter how stupid the Tartars are, they won't even forget to put shells, right?" Although he was joking, his heart was filled with inexplicable fear, so the smile on his face was very far-fetched.

Before Yang Ling could speak, a tide of tsunami came from the city, which was the cheers of the Tatar soldiers. Looking down at the city, I saw swords and guns lifted up like forests in the dark crowd.

Yang Ling gasped suddenly, and his eyes suddenly met Jiang Bin's gaze. Cold and fear flashed in each other's eyes. They shouted out at the same time: "City Gate!"

The Tartars shot open the wooden city gate, and the two broken city gates were half open, and they were still slowly emitting green smoke. The people on the top of the city were stunned, and hundreds of iron cavalry were rushing forward in a swarm, and the chicken crowing post was lost.

The roar of shouts of killing covered up the panic and completely lost the fighting spirit of the soldiers and Min Zhuang on the city. Yang Ling turned his head silently, and his searching eyes met a pair of bright eyes.

Those eyes contained infinite affection and nostalgia. Yang Ling suddenly felt that these eyes were so familiar. It seemed that a long time ago, there were such eyes staring at him affectionately. Perhaps this hurried fate did have a fate in the past life. So in the next life, can we see each other again?

The dream of a hurried dream is so good that the sky is gone. Love is deep in the depths without any resentment. At this moment, his heart is filled with nostalgia for life and fear of the unknown. However, he only has these feelings in his heart, but he has no time to think about anything. His consciousness has stopped and his mind is blank.

Suddenly, a hideous grimace appeared in front of Yang Ling, covering the young lady's figure. The grimace was stained with spots of blood, and a big mouth was squinting, and a bellows sound was made in his throat. He shook Yang Ling's shoulder desperately and laughed wildly: "Here, haha, finally, hahahaha."

With so much strength, Yang Ling was almost vomited when she was shaken. He suddenly pushed away the grimace that was dancing with him, and the focus returned to the normal distance. Only then did he see clearly that the face was Jiang Bin. Due to excitement, Jiang Bin's originally white face swollen into blood red, and the muscles on his face were distorted out of control.

He was pushed away by Yang Ling, and he was still laughing wildly without hesitation: "Here, hahaha, the auspicious people have their own appearance, Yongning is coming!"

Yang Ling was stunned, and then he heard a dense burst of gunfire like fried beans. He had handled government affairs for so long on behalf of County Magistrate Min. Of course, he could understand Jiang Bin's words. Xuanhua Border Army had one general, one deputy general, and seven generals under his jurisdiction. Yongning General was the general responsible for the defense in Huailai area.

The rapid ups and downs of great joy and sorrow made his eyes dark and he almost fainted. At some point, Han Youniang had already run to him. Yang Ling hugged her in her arms, trembling with happiness.

When Han Youniang helped him turn to the city wall, his legs were still shaking, as if he had drunk two kilograms of old white knives. The Tartar soldiers under the city had already rushed into the land of an arrow, but a large number of officers and soldiers were also huddled in the city gate. At the front was a group of musket soldiers. The sound of gunfire was like fried beans, and the smoke filled the front, like a piece of wheat falling down.

The muskets were not powerful enough at this time, and the shooting distance was not as far as the bow and arrow. If the opponent put on a layer of armor, the lead ball might not be able to penetrate it. However, now the Tartar soldiers were complacent and ran away, just wanting to enter the city first, plunder more gold, silver and wealth, and waste more beautiful women. When the muskets were shot out, they had already rushed into the ground half-arrow, and most soldiers were wearing ordinary cloth robes, and they were immediately killed and injured.

Although the musket could not kill the war horse, the one hit was in pain and refused to rush forward again. They ran around and trampled on each other. The casualties were almost no less than the number of people hit by the musket.

Yang Ling saw that the Ming army's musketeers were also in chaos. He remembered that when he was watching some foreign films from the 17th century, the musketeers were divided into three columns when they were shooting on the spot. The first column was lying down, the second column was kneeling on one knee, the third column stood and fired and loaded bullets in turn. If they were shooting while moving, they were two columns. The first column ended and retreated, the second column stepped forward and crossed to make up for the defect of slow filling of bullets after the musketeers were fired.

However, the Ming army under the city rushed forward and shot, then hurriedly retreated. The cavalry who had just rushed out of the city surrounded the two wings and attacked the Tartars. However, the musketeers who were unable to retreat at the forefront were killed and injured by the Tartars' bows and arrows.

Didn’t the Ming army know how to use the method of queues to make up for the shortcomings of the old-style musket? Yang Ling thought to himself: “Looking back, you might as well ask General Jiang and others, I, a modern person, can really show off my knowledge.”

In fact, this three-stage shooting method was used as early as the Hongwu period when General Mu Ying suppressed the rebellion. However, later, more and more firearms were arranged in the army. However, the Ming Dynasty never paid attention to the training of officers and soldiers, and these tactics were not popular at all. The Ming army usually used firearms in one volley, and then the enemy had rushed in front of him, and the muskets immediately became fire sticks.

The main force of the Ming army was still rushing out of the city gate to attack the Tatars. Although the formation was not as fast as the Tatars, the Tatars were not mentally prepared, and the previous musket fire caused them a chaotic situation, which was very beneficial to the Ming army.
Chapter completed!