People in Zongwu: Starting with the Yin Gui Sect

At this time, inside the Yongding Gate, because the gate was broken by Duoduo, his white-bordered flag army entered the inner city unimpeded.

However, what awaited them was not the scene they imagined. There were no panicked and chaotic soldiers inside the gate, but instead there were black gun barrels.

"Firearms?"

The cavalry leader Yebusu, who saw this scene, was not afraid but sped up a bit.

In his opinion, the Ming army's firearms were just like that. Not only were they short-ranged and weak, but they were also very troublesome to load. At most, they would be able to kill them in front of them with two rounds of shooting. At that time, these Ming soldiers holding firearms would be lambs to be slaughtered.

When the commander of the Shenji Camp on the opposite side saw the enemy rushing into the city, he immediately ordered the musketeers behind him to prepare.

Three hundred steps, two hundred and fifty steps, two hundred steps, one hundred and fifty steps.

Finally, at one hundred and fifty steps, his right hand, which was originally raised high, was swung down heavily.

Ye Bushu, who saw this scene, was even more disdainful. He knew a lot about firearms. Whether it was the fire guns of the early Ming Dynasty or the later matchlock guns, the maximum effective range was only about 80 steps. But now the distance between the two sides was at least 150 steps away. How could they hit people at such a long distance?

And even if they could barely knock them down, they could not break through the armor on their bodies. This was the confidence they had in daring to charge.

However, what he could not have imagined was that the firearms of the Ming Dynasty had been updated and replaced, and both the range and the rate of fire had made a qualitative leap compared to before.

So in his incredible eyes, four or five bullets directly penetrated his armor after hitting him and all penetrated into his body.

"How is this possible..."

Feeling his life slipping away, Ye Bushu finally groaned, and then his whole body fell off the horse.

"Bang, bang, bang..."

Just as he fell off his horse, accompanied by the sound of gunfire, rows of Jiannu cavalry followed him.

"Retreat, retreat quickly, there is something strange about the Ming army's firearms!"

At this time, the Jiannu behind him reacted no matter how stupid they were. The firearms of the Ming army opposite were completely different from those they had encountered before. Not only did they have a long range and strong penetration, but their firing rate was also several times faster.

But as a charging cavalry, they happened to be in a narrow alley, and it was difficult to turn around, let alone retreat.

What made them even more unbelievable was that in addition to the enemy in the front, thousands of musketeers soon emerged from the roofs on both sides of the alley. Without waiting for their superiors to speak, they had already consciously pulled the trigger.

In just a quarter of an hour, more than 2,000 Jiannu cavalry were killed, while the Ming side had absolutely no casualties.

This horrifying scene also happened to fall into the eyes of the soldiers of the Bordered White Banner who caught up. After seeing the cavalrymen who were always known for their swiftness and bravery being killed so easily, they all ran away.

Even the bloodiness that had always been engraved in the bones of the Jurchens was completely lost at this moment. They only regretted that their parents had not given them two legs, fearing that if they ran a step slower, they would follow the footsteps of the cavalrymen in front.

The commander of the Shenji Camp who saw this scene sighed. They also had two legs, and the enemy was so far away from them. Even if they wanted to chase, they were powerless. They could only guard the city gate after a simple inspection of their equipment.

Outside the city, Duoduo, who was originally fighting with the enemy, was instantly furious when he saw thousands of his men retreating from the city.

"Who told you to retreat? You are not allowed to retreat. Go in and charge forward. Anyone who dares to take another step back will be punished by military law!"

It was so hard to blast open the city gate. Now they don't want to charge in at once, but retreat instead. Are these people looking for death?

"Lord Beile, we can't charge in. The enemy's firearms are too terrible. Lord Yebusu and his men have been wiped out."

"What did you say!"

After hearing this name, Duoduo, who was fighting with his opponent, froze in place. He didn't react until a flash of sword appeared in front of him and narrowly avoided the sword.

Yebusu, whose real name is Aixinjueluo Yebusu, is the third son of the Eighth Brother Huang Taiji, and also his best nephew.

Originally, the Eighth Brother asked him to follow him to make meritorious deeds, but now his subordinates told him that his nephew was dead. How can he explain this to Huang Taiji when he returns?

"What are you still standing there for? Why don't you hurry back and take back the little prince's body? If we can't take it back, no one can escape."

After these words came out, all the White Banner disciples finally realized that if the Khan knew that they and others were not onlyIf they didn't protect the three little princes, and even failed to retrieve their bodies, they would definitely not let them go.

Maybe their flag masters would be fine, but they would definitely not have a good ending.

Thinking of this, everyone turned back to the city, but before they could enter the city gate again, they ran into the Shenjiying who had just come out.

"Fuck, there is such a good thing!"

A Shenjiying gunner who was the first to react slapped his thigh hard, and then looked at the Jiannu army that appeared again with shining eyes. This was simply a free military merit.

And his action immediately made others react. Everyone was like chicken blood, and they raised their flintlocks in their hands, and they fired freely again without the need for their superiors to give orders.

As the gunshots rang again, the army of the white flag fell down again like wheat being cut.

This scene was full of disbelief in Duoduo's eyes. Now he finally knew how his two thousand cavalrymen under the white banner disappeared. The lethality of the Ming army's firearms was completely different from those he had encountered before.

According to this trend, when his five thousand men rushed into the enemy's formation, there might not be even one left.

Moreover, the enemy would not stay there foolishly and wait for them to kill them. They could fight and retreat at the same time.

Thinking of this, Duoduo simply abandoned his opponent and killed the two thousand musketeers of the Ming army himself. Although the firearms were terrible, they were not enough to hurt the innate warriors.

Not to mention the innate warriors, even the ordinary first-class warriors could not be hurt at all, unless they stayed there foolishly and let the enemy shoot.

As long as he went over and disrupted their formation, what awaited these Ming troops would be a one-sided massacre.

But obviously the Ming Dynasty priest opposite him would not allow him to do this. Before he took a few steps, he had already stopped in front of him and directly switched his attack and defense.