"Woo...woo..."

The psychological pressure caused by the Niuke is unparalleled, and the first person to collapse were the prisoners who were forced to build bridges.

The prisoners who had crossed the river in the cold had just knocked a piece of wood as thick as a thigh into the soil, and before they could tie the ropes, they heard the ox horn and turned around and ran away.

As we were getting farther and farther away, we were about to escape from the sky, suddenly a feather arrow rushed from the other side of the river, shooting the three prisoners to the ground. Blood penetrated out of the cotton jacket, penetrated into the soil, and quickly frozen and turned black and brown.

The prisoners in the east of the canal were clamoring and began to move, and they were about to lose control. Du Du's face was gloomy and his right hand pressed down. A team of fully armed soldiers rushed into the group of prisoners and slashed and slashed. The prisoners were so scared that they ran around, desperately avoiding the crazy Tartars, and the scene fell into extreme chaos.

Some prisoners were frightened and couldn't help but become weak and squatted down. The Tartars were only concerned about chasing the prisoners who were running around, but ignored the prisoners who were squatting on the ground. Some prisoners immediately discovered this fact, and in order to save their lives, they quickly hugged their heads and squatted down.

As more and more people squatted down, all the running prisoners were chopped to the ground, and the scene was finally controlled.

The ground was covered with bloody corpses, with blood everywhere, emitting a strong smell of blood, which was extremely miserable. Although the prisoners squatted on the ground, their legs and feet were still trembling, they gritted their teeth and looked full of resentment.

Du Du pointed at the leader and ordered: "Continue to build the bridge." Then he led the army to approach the canal. There were still a hundred steps away from the canal. The army stopped moving forward, and wooden shields that were as tall as the people were lifted out and placed in front of the formation.

After the shield, countless knights jumped down from the horse, untied their step bows, took out the rocket stained with rosin from the quiver, placed the rocket on the string, ready to go.

Piles of flames were quickly lit, and thick smoke came out, waiting for the centipede ship to enter the range and launch a fire attack.

What ships fear the most is fire, especially the sails, which almost burn when they are stained with Mars. Du Du obviously realized this and chose the most correct fire attack strategy.

As we approached, the centipede ship was filled with the northwest wind, and the speed was very fast. It was almost a ten-mile journey. Just as Du Du widened his eyes and was about to issue an attack order, the speed of the centipede ship slowly slowed down, and the sails were slowly declining, and eventually they all disappeared. Only two masts were like Optimus Prime, piercing into the sky.

Before Du Du could be angry, he saw the fire at the entrance of the cave on the side of the ship flashing, and a violent thunder sounded, shaking his ears buzzing.

The sharp sound of breaking through the air came, and the shells drew an arc and rushed towards the Tartar array. Du Du's face became more and more gloomy: the shells were not flying fast, and Du Du had time to judge that the centipede ship was firing a flowering bullet!

The Tartars suffered enough of the flowering bullet in Liaodong and had already gained experience: the shape of the solid iron ball is closer to the ball, and when flying, the sound of breaking through the air is far less sharp than that of the flowering bullet.

This experience quickly spread throughout the Tartars, and Du Du certainly knew how to make a judgment.

However, Du Du only had time to yell "disperse the formation", and the flowering bullet had already exploded above the Tartars' head.

boom……

The sound of explosions of the earth shaking mountains came, shrapnel flew everywhere, stirring up the Tartar array. Some Tartars lost their lives in an instant, and more Tartars fell to the ground and blood splattered everywhere...

“Back…back…”

Du Du was calm and issued the most correct military order. The Tartar holding the bow and arrow turned around and fled. The Tartar holding the shield obviously realized the benefits of the shield resisting shrapnel, held it high above his head, and followed the archer's footsteps desperately.

Just one round of artillery frightened the Tartars who were waiting to fight, and a cheerful laughter sounded on the centipede boat.

"Haha, they are all eggless masters, and they are also called Wu Yong, so they are embarrassed to be thrown into grandma's house..."

"It's still a good time to be a nasty master. Only I will beat others. I will never let the landlady beat me!"

...

After dispersing the Tartars who were about to launch the rockets, the centipede ship did not stop moving forward. Instead, it accelerated and rushed straight towards the prisoners who were building the bridge, barely rushing to more than 400 steps. The hull suddenly shook, and several flowering bullets flew out, exploding violently three or four feet above the group of prisoners.

The Tatars's leader was frightened and called out "retreat", and then ran away from the canal first. The remaining Tatars were unwilling to fall behind, so they ran away, only to regret that their parents had fewer legs.

The captive group was obviously frightened, and was stunned for a moment. Seeing that the Tartars had already run away, they ran away in a coaxing voice, and in a blink of an eye they broke out of the Tartars' control and ran away without a trace.

Du Du was three miles away, his face turned pale, staring at the messy battlefield, and couldn't help but sigh: I can only be beaten and can't fight back. Even if I'm as brave as Barutu, I have to collapse! However, Du Du has been prepared for a long time, how could he give up?

He called the third-class Jialazhang Jingluohun and ordered him to sternly: "Please another group of prisoners and let them raft, the more the better. After tying, it will be filled with firewood and grease! If you want to hurry, whoever doesn't do it well, just chop it!"

Luo Luohun was the eldest son of Yuetuo. Although he was not old, he was quite clever. As soon as Du Du finished speaking, he knew that Du Du still saw the ship fearing fire and was ready to set the ship. Luo Luohun was overjoyed and was about to leave, Du Du ordered again: "Stay away from the canal, don't let the Southern Barbarians see it, and prepare to report to me after it is completed."

Luo Luohun received the order and hurriedly led the two assistant leaders, looking at the prisoner camp and running away.

As soon as Luo Luohun left, Dudu called Babutai again and ordered: "Divide the troops and horses of our unit into three parts, take turns to ride the centipede boat, so that they have no time to take care of them."

Babutena Nurhaci's son was a little dissatisfied with Du Du and questioned: "What's the use? The Southern Barbarian hid in the turtle shell and did not hurt at all."

Du Du's face sank and he growled: "Do you dare to disobey the military order?"

Babutai gritted his teeth and took the order away.

As Babutai said, the three cavalry only harassed the Centipede Ship, and even the fur of the Centipede Ship could not be harmed. What made Babutai even more angry was that when the musketeers on the Centipede Ship approached, they always had to make a round of volleys. A few of his cavalry were always dismissed, and the damage to the war continued to increase.

Babutai was in his chest and kept scolding Dudu. After more than two hours, the sun had already passed over his head. Just as Babutai was about to go crazy, the sound of gold sounded.

Babutai did not delay for a moment and immediately led his troops to retreat three or four miles away. Babutai was about to step forward and scold Du Du Zhifei, but unexpectedly, the thunderous drums suddenly rang out. The archers and archers marched towards the canal again under the cover of the high shields of Qi people.

Babutai was so angry that he said to the left and right: "Du Du is brain-related! What if the Southern Barbarians fired fire, wouldn't it be the same as in the morning?"

Babutai calmed down and pointed to the prisoner camp on the back, saying, "It seems different from the last time."

Babutai turned around and saw that the prisoners were desperately pulling the raft, slowly moving towards the canal, under the drive of Rolohun. The raft was filled with firewood, and bursts of oil were floating.

Babutai instantly understood Dudu’s plan, kept silent and looked at Dudu in shame.

Du Du held up his spear and ordered sternly: "If anyone retreats this time, he will definitely be killed and will not forgive him!"

The army was solemn and clamored forward.

The Tartars' death made the Centipede Boat soldiers puzzled. The camp commander Zhao Hongkui was also confused and thought to himself: The Tartars are not afraid of casualties, so there must be something strange. Zhao Hongkui picked up the telescope and observed the movements of the Tartars carefully, but found nothing strange.

Finally, Zhao Hongkui ordered a decisive order: "Blasting, hit hard!"

Boom boom boom boom...

Rounds of shelling began again, and the flowering bullets kept exploding above the Tartars' heads, taking away the lives of the Tartars.

What puzzled Zhao Hongkui was that the Tartars were fearless this time, and there was no sign of collapse, and they still approached the canal. After suffering enough of the blooming bullet, the Tartars finally realized that the blooming bullet was not as terrifying as imagined. The dud bullet rate was as high as half. Even if it exploded smoothly, the damage caused was not rumored to be without any living within the three meter range.

The Tartars were also keenly aware that as long as they looked at the bounce point, avoided a little, and quickly lie on the ground, they could basically save their lives.

When the Tartars were closer to more than a hundred steps by the canal, the Tartars once again ignited a raging fire. The archers bent their bows and arrows, placed the rockets on the fire and ignited them, and then shot them up diagonally under the unified command.

For a moment, the sky was covered with the sun, and there were sharp whistling sounds everywhere, and there were smoked rockets everywhere, thrown from mid-air, falling into the canal, and falling onto the centipede ship.

The fire prevention measures of the centipede ship are quite perfect. Not only are they covered with raw cowhide, but they also prepared a large number of wet quilts, and buckets can be seen everywhere on the ship. Seeing rockets coming, the sailors suddenly became busy, constantly covering the wet quilts with burning flames, and some even took water from the canal to extinguish the flames.

However, under the attack of the rockets, the sailors finally suffered casualties. Sailors were constantly shot by the rockets, fell to death on the deck, or fell into the canal after being shot.

Zhao Hongkui hurriedly ordered the ship to approach the west side of the canal and stay away from the rocket cluster of the Tatars.

However, the Tartars refused to give up at all, and approached dozens of steps toward the canal, continuing to launch rockets desperately.

Zhao Hongkui roared and ordered sternly: "All ships must not retreat, and fire their guns with all their strength!"

After receiving the order, the artillery soldiers kept pushing the sub-guns into the mother gun, lit the fuse rope, and sent the flowering bullets to the top of the Tartars. When the mother gun became hot, they poured them with water. When the sub-guns became hot, they carried out all the spare sub-guns.

The other sailors were all experiencing smoke and fire, rushing around against the rockets. Fortunately, the guardrail of the centipede ship was high enough, and there were not many rockets falling on the deck, which was still tolerated.

The sailors had never experienced such a fierce battle. They saw the blooming bullets constantly exploded above the Tartars' heads, and the Tartars were overturned one after another. They were all very morale and swear to fight to the death with the Tartars.

While the battle was in full swing, I suddenly looked at the canal in the south and shouted: "Fire Boat! Fire Boat!"

Zhao Hongkui looked closely and saw that the canal in the south was burned into a piece, and the flames soared into the sky. The overwhelming fire-induced substances filled the canal and were slowly moving along the water to the north!
Chapter completed!