Once the plank falls, the fire gun soldiers can attack without restraint.
A large cover on the wall of the village was lifted, revealing hundreds of shooting holes. One hundred fire gun soldiers stretched out their bird guns.
"Bump, bump, bump!"
A large cloud of white smoke rose up, and the firecracker was fired.
Their muskets are still mainly muskets, because making rifling is still a very difficult thing for Gaojiacun. Manual production is very slow, and there are not many rifled riflemen.
Moreover, the rifled gun also has a big problem of "very slow loading". The loading speed is two or three times slower than the smoothbore gun. When dealing with a large number of rogue troops, the loading speed of the rifled gun cannot keep up, so Gaojiacun Still using muskets as the main force.
A hundred muskets fire at the same time, bullets flying blindly. Steins;Gate will randomly select an unlucky person to receive these lead bullets, and the wooden wall that has been damaged by grenades is unable to protect the unlucky person.
In an instant, the gangsters in the front row collapsed.
The people of Gaojiacun are now very comfortable using this method of using grenadiers to destroy shield walls and then switching to firecrackers to attack.
After one round of attacks, the Fire Gun soldiers immediately began to reload.
If these soldiers were faced with thieves who were charging directly in the face, they would still be a little panicked, but now they are hiding behind the wooden wall and attacking only through a shooting hole. The wall gives them a sense of security. He was completely unafraid of the bandits' bows and arrows.
In this kind of reassuring situation, the mentality is relatively stable, and the reloading speed will be quite stable. Operate according to the speed during training, and complete the entire set of real movements in thirty seconds without frowning...
At the same time, the bandits were not idle either.
They had long been mentally prepared for the presence of fire cannons in the village. Although the inexplicable little black ball caught them off guard, the salvo of fire cannons did not frighten them.
The word "food" that Lao Zhang Fei mobilized before the war was now burning in their hearts and minds, burning out their sanity.
A group of gangsters simply threw away the wooden planks in their hands. This thick and heavy thing affected their performance. They also wanted a hammer. After throwing it away, their bodies became light. There was only a dozen feet left, and they buried their heads. Go ahead!
This distance, as long as you run with all your strength, isn't it just a matter of blinking a dozen or twenty times?
A large group of fierce bandits roared and rushed over.
This time, there are levels of speed.
The frontier soldiers and guard soldiers wearing armor rushed slower, but the ordinary fish soldiers without armor rushed faster. In just ten blinks, someone rushed to the wall of the village. By the door...
At this time, the second shot of the Fire Gun Soldiers had not yet been loaded.
A gangster slammed into the wooden village door, trying to use his own weight to push the door open, but the village door made of whole tree trunks could not be opened so easily. The man knocked hard and the village door was opened. It just shook slightly.
From the gap between the two tree trunks, a spear suddenly stretched out and stabbed the gangster with a bang. The gangster screamed and fell down.
"The village gate is not easy to break! There is a small hole in the gate, and a spear will come out."
Someone yelled: "Climb the wall."
There were no guards on the wall, so it was very easy to climb the wall. A group of lightly armed bandits immediately began to climb the wall. But at this time, thirty seconds were up, and the cover of the shooting hole on the wall was opened again. The blunderbuss sticks out from inside, shooting from almost zero range, bump, bump, bump!
There was a loud noise, and the gangsters who rushed to the wall suddenly collapsed again.
After this round of fighting, the Fire Gun Soldiers will have no chance to reload.
All the fire gun soldiers began to retreat and left their positions behind the village wall.
But the spearman, who had been idle and bored, stepped forward at this time, raised the hand crossbow that had been strung up, and pointed it at the wall.
As soon as a gangster climbed up the wall, he heard the sound of a bow string vibrating, and a crossbow arrow was shot in the middle of his front face. The gangster screamed and fell down.
But soon, another bandit climbed up the wall.
This guy was quite smart. As soon as he poked his head out, he immediately retracted it again. A few crossbow arrows grazed his scalp. Then he popped his head back up, laughed loudly, and fell down.
As soon as his feet landed on the ground, at least three spears stabbed him at the same time.
The cavalrymen glanced at the battle situation on the side of the stockade. It seemed a little tight. A few cavalrymen were a little panicked: "General, are we going to help?
Old Nanfeng shook his head: "The cavalry camp will wait a little longer, don't move!"
I saw thieves popping up at various locations along the wall.
At this time, the grenadiers were no longer needed. Throwing grenades from this distance would only accidentally injure one's own people. Gao Chuwu let out a roar, slid down from the archery tower, and took off the thick-backed backpack that Xing Honglang gave her from her back. With a single sweep of the machete, a gangster was cut into two pieces in an instant.
On the other side, by the wall in the common people's area, there were also gangsters who climbed over the wall.
A group of ordinary people here are holding farm tools and are a little afraid to get on.
The war monk shouted "Hey" softly and rushed forward. The whistle stick in his hand danced like a stick flower. Before the two tough bandits who had just come over could figure out what happened, they were knocked over by a bunch of sticks. land.
War Monk: "Ami stole the Buddha! Don't stop..."
Before he could finish his sentence, the people behind him rushed forward and started beating them with hoes, nails and rakes, beating the two gangsters to a pulp.
War Monk: "You guys... The poor monk has already put down his butcher knife. If you don't kill, these two lives shouldn't be counted as those killed by the poor monk, right?"
"Master, don't worry...the thief is here again..."
yelled a farmer.
The war monk turned around and happened to see a gangster who had climbed up the wall of the village throw a throwing knife at him. I don't know what kind of martial arts trick this was, but there was actually a throwing knife thrown on the battlefield. The war monk quickly turned away. He ducked his head, but he hid a little too slowly. The flying knife swiped across his face, slightly cutting a gash.
The war monk reached out and touched his face, and there was blood on his hand.
"Ah! There's blood." Two young monks who came from Pujiu Temple exclaimed: "Oh no, Master Zhan Monk has seen blood. The people around him quickly get out of the way and stay three feet away from the master."
Everyone: "???"
I saw that the expression of the war monk changed instantly, from an amiable monk to a ferocious arhat in an instant.
His two eyes also turned blood red, and a strong murderous aura rose up on his whole body, as if a bloodthirsty demon had just been released from the underworld: "Who? Who the hell dares to let me take my blood? You didn't listen. Have you ever heard of me? He Ping, the man-eating salt lord, when I killed people like crazy, your grandchildren were not even born yet.
He Ping swung his whistle stick, hit the ground, and hit a gangster's head until his brains burst. When he turned around, the whistle stick was like a spear, and the tip of the stick hit the throat of a gangster with a pop, shattering the throat bone. The sound sounded...
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