Xu Shiyang stood on the observation deck and soon discovered the predicament of the Tartars.

The Tartars who were divided into troops often suddenly merged into the same traffic trench, and hundreds of people were unable to move forward. They often encountered forks of roads and kept dividing their troops to the point where there were only a few people in a certain trench.

After only a few hundred meters, the Tatars' offensive had been broken by the traffic trench.

Xu Shiyang sighed a little. In fact, mobilizing so many migrant workers to spend so much time digging such traffic trenches and leaving so many roads connected to each other is essentially just to prevent the front-line troops from retreating and being surrounded by the Tartars after the defense line is broken.

Unexpectedly, this traffic trench could still play such a role.

It was also an unexpected surprise.

Since there is such a surprise, you should make good use of it, right?

"Start the counterattack." Xu Shiyang said to the messenger.

With his order, the Qingzhou Army's war drums were also sounded. Several low-level new army officers with waist knives, short rifles and bamboo whistles in their mouths took the lead in crossing the chest wall and jumped into the trench in front of the chest wall in a pre-selected area.

Then there are hundreds of select front-strikes and magical troopers who can participate in close combat.

Their mission was to attack the two wings of the Tartars - the enemies there were mainly composed of a large number of slave soldiers and traitor soldiers led by a few Zhen Jurchens, which should be easier to deal with.

The direct front of the Tartar Pig Crusade is defended by the core militia of Qingzhou.

These militias are much stronger than those of the periphery fort militia in terms of fighting will, tactical skills, weapons and equipment, so Xu Shiyang believes that they may neutralize the assault power of the Tartars and delay until the new army successfully encirclement.

Of course, it doesn't matter if you can't stand it. There are a large number of militiamen from the periphery forts behind you who can commit to this kind of trench rat battle. If you really can't, you can just give up this chest wall.

When building the defense line, Xu Shiyang did not consider a short-term counterattack, so the counterattack troops jumped from the top of the chest wall to the trench. With such intense actions, the Tatars naturally discovered the Qingzhou Army's attempt.

The fierce Jurchen erectile savages who had been through many battles immediately began to dispatch troops, and several elite Zhen Jurchen troops were sent into the trenches to strengthen the fragile wings.

At the stall where both sides were constantly dispatching troops, the first team of Jurchen soldiers finally passed through the dizzy traffic trench and entered the blocking ditch in front of the third chest wall.

After several Tartars passed through the last straight line of traffic trench, someone raised his head and was shocked to find that on the top of the chest wall less than three steps away from his head, there was a wooden cannon with a black muzzle facing the traffic trench!

boom!

With a cannon, a 3-pound prototype rock bomb flew out of the cannon chamber and plunged directly into the Tartar crowd. In an instant, more than a dozen Tartars flew backwards, and the remains of human bodies and weapons fragments splashed everywhere in this trench.

The entire energy of the shell was almost completely released on the Tartars, so that the wooden cannon with extremely low speed actually exerted incredible power. A whole section of the trench that was nearly three meters long was turned into a flesh-and-blood hell by one shot. At least a dozen people were killed in one blow, and the remaining wounded were also screaming and struggling in the dirty blood and flesh.

But then, while Qingzhou soldiers replaced wooden cannons, more Tartars stepped on their companions' bodies and rushed into the blocking ditch. As soon as the second wooden cannon appeared, seven or eight heavy arrows flew over to the edge of the chest wall, killing three gunners. The wooden cannon without gun mounts lacked human support and rolled down from the wall.

The Tartar soldiers howled and stepped on their companions' shoulders and climbed upwards. A group of militia rushed over and stabbed them downwards with their spears with shamelessness. The tip of the spear was like a letter from a poisonous snake, and they stabbed all the Tartars who had strangled the wall back.

Boom boom boom, Tartars began to pour in other places. These guys who finally walked out of the maze howled and shot a large number of bows and arrows to suppress the walls.

The Qingzhou militia, who had participated in many bandit suppression wars and unified province wars, were not polite. Hundreds of fire door guns eliminated from the new army stretched out from the wall and opened fire on the dense crowds at the bottom of the blocking trench.

In such a battle that is almost the same as a face-to-face, no helmet can withstand the power of fifteen-mm lead bullets, even if these bullets were fired from a gun chamber that was only 170-mm long.

As the gunshots were heard, the crowded Tartars fell down, and the others immediately put their companions' bodies at their feet. The bottom of the trench was only three meters above the top of the chest wall. After placing more than a dozen corpses, a small slope for climbing could be formed.

Several strong Tartars in double armor used shield grids to thrust the spears that rushed towards them, like human tanks, rushed up to the top of the chest wall along the slope of the corpse!

These elite Tartars learned from the previous lessons and did not dare to jump directly behind the wall, because there must be a trench there. It was nothing that Qingzhou soldiers stood on the steps and attacked downwards. They jumped directly into the trench and would almost certainly fall.

In the fierce battle, once a soldier in heavy armor fell, he rarely had the chance to get up again.

The Tartar Armored soldiers stood on the top of the chest wall and shot at their feet with bows and arrows.

The high rate of fire of the bow and arrow was exerted at this time, and militias lacking armor protection were killed and injured, but some people still rushed forward in the rain of arrows, either shooting with fire door guns, or stabbing straight with long spears to knock down those very conspicuous targets standing on the wall.

There were also many people in the militia equipped with high-quality infantry heavy bows - although Qi Province did not produce bows and arrows, the imperial guards returning to Jiangnan left all their armor and weapons, including a large number of joint bows and even divine arm bows.

These militia who had some confidence in archery joined in the shooting. Although their rate of fire and accuracy were far less than that of the elite of the Tartars, the Tartars standing on the wall were few after all, and their goal was to be too conspicuous, so they were quickly suppressed.

After blocking the breakthrough again, an officer shouted: "Throw ten thousand enemies!"

The militia in the fierce battle woke up like a dream. They picked up bamboo baskets piled up in the back, filled with gunpowder and gravel. Someone took out the suffocating cups that ignited the fire door gun, ignited the fuses of these "big killers", and then threw them out of the wall!

Boom boom boom boom!

A blocking ditch that was more than 100 meters long was instantly submerged in thick smoke and flames, and hundreds of Tartars screamed in a sad voice, almost swept away!

"Kill the Tartars!"

With a roar, the militia who were rising from the murder shouted in unison and crossed the chest wall to launch a counterattack!

The Tartars, who were shocked by the 10,000 enemies weighing three to five kilograms, were forced to retreat continuously by this powerful counterattack!

For a moment, even the main attack points in the middle that Wanyan Xie, who were extremely strong and highly expected by the Jurchen bourgeois, could be repelled.

But then, maybe I heard the sound of the battle, maybe I was simply lost, and another group of armored soldiers came over from other places in a daze.

As soon as the two sides met, the elite Tartars with rich combat experience immediately threw out a wave of flying axes and maces, and the militia rushing in front immediately screamed and fell down, followed by another wave of heavy arrows, and then another wave of flying axes.
Chapter completed!