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Chapter 122 Come again
Tan Tai Fang Tu used this much power and dealt full damage without wasting any of it.

Almost all the cavalry in the front row were hit!
The hard soil and gravel had a strong impact force, directly hitting the front row of cavalry into a bloody mess.

The war horses fled in panic, and most of the soldiers on board were seriously injured.

Perhaps because they had no psychological expectations at all, the horses in the back row lost control and crashed forward, knocking the chaotic front army off their horses.

Pei Yuan was overjoyed when he saw this, as if he had broken through the depression in his heart. He roared in catharsis and charged forward with the golden hammer.

He had to create greater chaos to give the troops behind him time to prepare.

It’s unclear whether Tan Tai Fang Tu’s CD is too long or he doesn’t have enough energy left.

Still covered with mud and stones, they went straight into hand-to-hand combat!

Pei Yuan was a tall and strong man wearing heavy armor. He rushed into the crowd and started killing almost wantonly.

Lu Ting, who had been paying attention to the battlefield, noticed what had just happened at the first moment.

Just like soldiers versus soldiers and generals versus generals on the battlefield, Lu Ting's attention to Pei Yuan far exceeds that of others.

He quickly shouted, "That's Pei Yuan! Be careful!"

He also issued another order, "Let the infantry push forward and don't give them a chance to breathe.

Those cavalrymen who were able to follow Lu Ting on this mission were naturally the most capable troops of the imperial court.

Although there was a brief period of confusion, people soon began to organize a counterattack.

There was an ambush leader who rode his horse and rushed towards Pei Yuan with a spear in hand.

Pei Yuan saw that he was coming at him fiercely and did not retreat.

His skills were mediocre, so he simply ignored the shaking spear tip and didn't try to predict anything. He waited until the knight on horseback stabbed him with his spear before he swung the small round shield on his arm to hit him back.

The knight's spear tip touched the shield and then retracted, and then, using the elasticity of the spear body, it stabbed towards Pei Yuan's thigh like a poisonous snake.

When Pei Yuan swung the shield with his left hand, he deliberately raised it a little higher, and the knight really found the flaw and came over.

Pei Yuan started smashing down with the golden hammer in his right hand almost at the same time as he swung his shield.

When the cold spear pierced through the gap, the golden hammer fell just in time.

With a powerful blow of the golden hammer, the spear in the hand of the ambush leader was directly knocked away.

The leader of the ambush troops looked at Pei Yuan in horror. He wanted to draw his sword from his waist, but his hands were so numb that he couldn't do anything.

At this time, the two sides had closed enough distance, and Pei Yuan directly knocked him off the horse with a shield.

The ambush leader spat out a mouthful of blood and rolled on the spot, trying to escape quickly.

However, Pei Yuan himself was an expert in death rolls, so how could he be easily fooled?

He ignored the fact that someone was attacking him from both sides and rushed forward.

First, he hit the opponent's waist with a hammer. The leader of the ambush screamed and his body stopped moving.

Pei Yuan hit the heart-protection mirror with another hammer, causing a large dent in the mirror. The ambush leader did not utter a sound, but vomited a large amount of blood.

The ambush soldiers who surrounded them turned pale, and someone even shouted in a low voice, "Qian Hu!"

Pei Yuan took advantage of their panic and rushed towards them without hesitation, waving his hammer wildly.

The ambushers were so frightened that the man being stared at by Pei Yuan was too weak to even think of running away. The others also lost the courage to fight and turned around to flee.

At this moment, there was a sudden sound of clappers.

Pei Yuan heard someone shouting from behind, "Sir, be careful!"

After Pei Yuan saw Lu Ting’s bed crossbow last time, he no longer dared to be careless.

When he heard someone giving the alarm, even though he was wearing full armor, his hair stood on end.

At this time, he had already rushed to the front of the stunned ambush soldier. He changed his mind and knocked the man's weapon away with a hammer, and then hit the man with a shield until he lost consciousness.

Then, as if he was holding something useful, he directly blocked the soldier in front of him.

Then the sound of bowstrings sounded continuously, and a dense volley of arrows completely covered Pei Yuan and the ambush troops who were trying to escape.

Pei Yuan had a human sandbag to defend himself, and the armor on his body was also thick. Apart from the vibration of the arrow tip hitting the armor, which made his heart tighten, Pei Yuan was not injured.

The guys who were besieging Pei Yuan were not so lucky. Three of them were killed by the hail of arrows, and the rest fled in panic.

Obviously, in the eyes of the commander, as long as Pei Yuan can be killed, these small costs are not worth mentioning at all.

At this time, someone shouted from behind, "Captain Pei! Get down quickly!"

Pei Yuan thought it was Ji Xin's voice and immediately had an idea. He quickly hid behind the dead and wounded horse corpses.

As soon as Pei Yuan hid himself, he heard a series of "crackling" explosions outside. The ambush cavalry, who were trying to form a team, fell down immediately.

Someone yelled, "It's the Musketeer!"

However, this reminder was too late. Immediately afterwards, there was another series of "crackling" sounds, and several people fell to the ground.

The leader seemed to know a lot about firearms and still tried to make a final effort, "Don't worry about others! Charge forward! Charge forward!"

"Get involved with those musketeers! Don't give them a chance to reload!"

Pei Yuan hid behind the horse's corpse, thinking quickly in his mind.

His musketeers were few in number and their volleys were not powerful, but unlike the Ming army's usual two to three rounds of volleys, even without taking into account the auxiliary soldiers helping with loading, they could at least fire four rounds.

After all, they only had twenty-five musketeers, but they had a hundred loaded muskets.

In other words, in the next two rounds, there is a high probability that explosive results will be achieved, giving a head-on blow to the cavalry that rush forward.

Pei Yuan was afraid of being hurt by mistake and did not dare to stand up.

As he looked around, he happened to make eye contact with an ambush soldier who was seriously injured lying on the ground.

Without waiting for the man to shout, Pei Yuan hit him with a hammer mercilessly, smashing half of his head into pieces.

The golden hammer in his hand, although the hammer head was only the size of a fist, its substantial weight of seven or eight kilograms gave Pei Yuan a sufficient sense of impact.

At this moment, the cavalrymen who had barely managed to charge forward were also met with the nightmare-like third and fourth rounds of volleys!

Those cavalrymen who were charging quickly fell down one after another like wheat being cut.

When the fifth round of gunfire rang out, the dozen or so remaining riders completely collapsed and began to flee in all directions.

Zhang Kexian, who was far away, saw the massacre. He felt grief for the loss of the rabbit and quickly called on his men to speed up their horses and use bows and arrows to kill those who had managed to escape the battlefield one by one.

There was an immediate burst of cheers from the Jinyiwei soldiers, and the morale, which had been low just now, suddenly became high.

Sikong Sui's voice also came over, "Don't mess up the formation, go get some people to clean up the survivors!"

Pei Yuan lay on the ground and breathed a sigh of relief.

Then, he saw dust slowly rising up on the ground nearby, gently blowing with the wind.

Pei Yuan was slightly surprised, "Again?"

He suddenly raised his head and looked outside, and saw hundreds of sword and shield infantry and some crossbowmen approaching this side.

Pei Yuan’s eyes almost popped out.

Pei Yuan shouted hurriedly, "The infantry is coming, Jinyiwei, hold your swords and prepare! Push the baggage carts to the front and form a battle array!"

In an instant, the dust suddenly rose! The strong wind once again stirred up the smoke and dust. At the same time, a large number of arrows shot towards the area covered by the wind and sand.

The only thing Pei Yuan was thankful for was that the power of the wind and sand was effective against the long-range weapons of both sides.

The arrows from the ambush were shot fiercely, but their power was much reduced when they fell into the formation.

But even so, the preparations for war, which had been able to proceed, were completely disrupted.

Pei Yuan wanted to find Tan Tai Fang Tu to discuss the matter, but unfortunately, the dust and wind were so strong that he couldn't see clearly.

Moreover, the opponent's steady infantry and crossbow attack could not be solved by just one big move by Tan Tai Fangtu.

Just as I was thinking about it, I saw a vine crawling along the ground like a snake.

Huh?
Pei Yuan subconsciously retracted his legs.

The vine seemed to have consciousness and continued to wrap around Pei Yuan's legs.

Pei Yuan's heart moved, thinking that the old guy Sikong Sui's ability was wood, he simply let the vines entangle him.

The vines wrapped around Pei Yuan's legs and began to pull him back with force.

Pei Yuan was wearing a large armor and was not afraid of friction and collision. After a while, he was dragged back by the strong vines.

Pei Yuan protected his head and face with a small shield. He waited until the vines stopped, then he squinted his eyes and looked around.

Seeing that Sikong Sui and Tantai Fangtu were there, Chen Toutie, Cheng Leixiang and Song Chunniang also gathered here.

However, no matter whether they were soldiers or military officers, they were all busy avoiding the wind and sand, looking completely unprepared.

Pei Yuan didn't have any better solution.

They can only hope that when the other side attacks, they will have time to react after the wind dies down.

The only and best choice they can make is to use the Portuguese cannon!

As for the consequences of firing artillery in Southern Zhili, screw them.

Pei Yuan endured it with great effort, and finally the wind died down.

The wind is getting weaker, which means that Lu Ting’s sword and shield soldiers and crossbowmen are about to approach!

Pei Yuan hurriedly shouted, "Where are the artillerymen? Where are the artillerymen?!"

Someone responded in a disorderly manner, but no one stepped forward, apparently not knowing where to hide from the arrows.

Pei Yuan really wanted to drag those guys out and chop them up.

At this critical moment, Pei Yuan had no time to think about it and could only continue to shout, "Artillery soldiers, come out! The enemy is coming, pull out my falconets!"

Fearing that those guys would hesitate and cause trouble, Pei Yuan shouted again, "Hou Qing! Ji Xin! Come over here quickly!"

These two men were quite quick. As soon as they heard Pei Yuan's call, they followed the noise and came over.

Pei Yuan shouted to Ji Xin, "We need several people to operate the artillery!"

Ji Xin also shouted in the wind, "Hou Qing and I are enough!"

Seeing that the artillerymen were still cowering and didn't dare to show their heads, Pei Yuan thought that these guys were really fucking unreliable.

He said directly, "I'm with you!"

At this moment, the wind and sand had obviously begun to subside, but correspondingly, the arrows that were shot randomly began to increase in power again.

Pei Yuan simply made up his mind, and he, Ji Xin and Hou Qing ignored the stray arrows, and worked together to move the long Portuguese cannon from the baggage cart, and placed it on the heavy wooden gun mount.

Pei Yuan said to Ji Xin and Hou Qing, "The enemy's infantry and crossbowmen may rush over to us soon. I need you to use up all eight muskets in the shortest possible time. Who of you two will do it?!"

Ji Xin said, "I'll fire the cannon!"

Hou Qing said, "I'll dismantle the sub-gun!"

Pei Yuan encouraged the two, "After the mission is accomplished, this thousand households will not hesitate to reward you handsomely!"

Pei Yuan didn't know how he could help. Seeing that the cannon was covered with dust and sand in a short while, he found a piece of rag and prepared to help clean it up.

Sikong Sui and Tantai Fangtu both heard Pei Yuan's shout.

They already understood that Pei Yuan intended to use artillery to break the deadlock, and each of them took advantage of the weakening wind to arrange their men to prepare to meet the enemy.

Tan Tai Fang Tu shouted at his men to draw their swords and prepare for battle, while Si Kong Sui organized the crossbowmen and prepared to fight back.

As the wind died down, the Jinyiwei, who were already red-eyed and desperate, were howling and waiting for a bloody fight with the enemy.

Suddenly, the volume of dust and sand swirling in the air calmed down as if it had been immobilized by a spell, and then collapsed and fell down as if it had lost its support.

Pei Yuan was covered in dust and sand.

Pei Yuan had no time to curse at this moment. Densely packed sword and shield soldiers had already appeared in a fan-shaped encirclement more than ten meters away.

They carried large shields, formed a dense formation, and moved forward slowly.

Behind them were rows of crossbowmen firing their weapons, ruthlessly harvesting the lives of those in the encirclement.

The preparations that Sikong Sui had to make were the simplest. When the wind was weak just now, he had already organized people to string the bows and crossbows. Now he just had to aim and shoot.

Pei Yuan looked at Ji Xin and shouted, "Hurry up and fire! If the sword and shield soldiers and the Jinyiwei fight each other, our cannons will be useless!"

Ji Xin had already started the fire and lit the oil-filled torch.

He moved the muzzle of the gun with great effort, and then decisively ignited the fuse.

The three of them quickly turned their backs and hid.

There was a loud "bang", the dust on the ground rolled up a gust of air, and a cannonball flew straight towards the sword and shield soldiers in the formation.

Pei Yuan didn't bother to look at the results of the battle, and shouted, "Quick, quick, quick!"

Hou Qing quickly pulled the sub-gun out from the muzzle and replaced it with a replacement sub-gun.

Only then did Pei Yuan realize that this job was not an easy one.

The explosion was completed in the sub-gun. Whether it was the deformation of the sub-gun caused by the impact force or the expansion of the sub-gun caused by the high temperature of the burning gunpowder, the sub-gun would be stuck tightly inside.

If you don't have enough strength, you really can't do it well.

While Hou Qing was changing the gun, Ji Xin had already quickly readjusted the direction of the muzzle.

Then the torch lit the fuse, and the three of them quickly turned their backs and hid. Then they heard a loud bang and fired again.

Hou Qing quickly stepped forward, struggled to take out the musket, and replaced it again.

Ji Xin has changed direction again.

Seeing that the two men were working smoothly, Pei Yuan immediately began to clean up the used bullets, hoping to put them to use again later.

At this moment, four or five artillerymen who had run to avoid the rain of arrows also rushed over. They hurriedly helped to calibrate the gun positions and load gunpowder and projectiles.

Pei Yuan only now had time to go and see the results of the battle.

Just then Ji Xin fired a cannonball.

With one shot, a bloody tunnel was almost plowed out in the formation of sword and shield soldiers.

The enemy troops, who had been rushing in with great momentum, were bombarded with artillery fire several times, and their formation was already showing signs of crumbling.

(End of this chapter)