"Click——"
Suddenly Feng Shuangli heard some strange sound.
"boom--"
My chest hurt and a lot of blood came out.
Looking at his chest in disbelief, Feng Shuangli fell down with eyes wide open.
"Hey, the short blunderbuss given by His Highness King Hanyang is really powerful!"
Seeing that Feng Shuangli was dead, Zeng Ying didn't care, and became even more happy about the short gun in his hand.
"Kill——" Putting him on the horseback, Zeng Ying continued to kill in all directions.
In the front, nearly 100,000 Western troops, crowded and crowded, continued to pour into the Ming army. Even in the face of a large number of squatting tiger artillery, it was difficult to stop them.
Taking advantage of their numbers, the Western Army continued to approach the Qin Army, hoping to offset the power of the artillery.
After all, the range of the French cannon is only one to two miles.
Zhu Yixi looked intently. If he really relied on the accumulation of numbers to break through the military formation, it would be like the Yellow River bursting its banks and it would be impossible to stop it.
The narrow battlefield space is surrounded by densely packed enemy troops. People will involuntarily choose to retreat. No matter how many elites there are, it will be difficult to restore the situation.
"Let the firearms battalion appear!"
Zhu Yixi ordered in a deep voice.
In the past few months, the cavalry and heavy infantry have performed best.
Heavy infantry resisted towers, cavalry made sneak attacks, and rear troops crushed them to deal with intruders and Western thieves, all with good results.
However, facing the overwhelming 200,000 troops, we can no longer do this.
Soon, the firearms battalion moved forward, and the heavy infantry moved laboriously to the wings, gradually giving way to the front line.
"preparation!"
With a bang, a cross of wooden poles was erected, the gun was fixed in front and aimed behind.
There was a period of cleaning the guns, applying medicine, and inserting projectiles. After a while, thousands of guns were raised, about ten feet long, like small-caliber artillery, moving forward blackly.
At this time, Zhang Xianzhong in the rear was shocked: "What kind of gun is this? It's so huge?"
After more than ten years of fighting with the army, this was the first time that the Western Army saw such a huge blunderbuss. Not only the generals at the rear, but also the cannon fodder at the front were stunned.
But there was no way of knowing from behind, they just squeezed the front, forcing them to rush forward.
The battlefield was narrow, and there were only a few thousand Western troops fighting in front.
They think that carrying a gun is like a shotgun, and they are not afraid of the accuracy of the shotgun.
"Launch!" When he was nearly a hundred steps away, he waved the flag fearlessly in the face of danger.
"Bang bang bang——"
Thousands of loud noises resounded throughout the battlefield, and the thick smoke was almost suffocating.
The shooter who carried the gun began to clean the gun chamber and prepare gunpowder, while the other man knelt down on one knee, picked up the flintlock gun, and aimed and fired again.
"Flintlock ready, fire—"
Crackling!
Two different sounds really made the Western Army dizzy.
In just one minute (sixty seconds), guns and flintlocks were raised and fired one after another, and the smoke on the battlefield became thicker and thicker.
Within nearly a hundred steps, an open space was formed. Except for the fallen corpses and wounded soldiers, no one was standing.
It looked extremely miserable, with internal organs, broken limbs and arms, blood and flesh flying everywhere, and brains bursting out, covering the ground.
This was completely different from what I thought in the past, a flesh hole the size of a copper coin. It was almost a bloody hole the size of a bowl, and anyone who got in it would die.
Even if someone wears armor, it is still difficult to survive.
At this time, the Western Army a hundred steps away looked tremblingly, trying to leave in panic.
But the battlefield was crowded, and the people behind didn't know the pain ahead, so they still charged forward and were forced to leave.
Bang bang bang——
Crackling——
Raising the gun and firing the gun, you come and go, a mixed attack, there is no gap at all.
The French cannon and the tiger squatting cannon are not far behind, one is long-range and the other is close-range, covering several miles nearby.
The gunpowder is almost bottomed out.
"How could that happen? How could that happen?"
Zhang Xianzhong looked away, shocked.
Although the specific appearance of the front could not be clearly seen, we could see that the soldiers were constantly crowding forward, never to return, and the front army suddenly showed signs of collapse.
This caused huge waves in his heart.
"What weird shotgun is this so fast?"
"Is this a bottomless pit? It has no effect."
"Father, this is very weird!"
Sun Kewang frowned and said: "It is better to start from both wings, and we can break through his army."
When Zhang Xianzhong heard this, his yellow face was still unconvinced: "Continue to attack, I don't believe you can get closer faster than our army by loading up the gunpowder."
However, relying on the abundant troops, he added: "Send another 50,000 people, let the two wings work hard, and we will definitely break through their front."
"Father, the Chinese army is weak."
Liu Wenxiu said cautiously: "It is better to keep more troops and horses to prevent the cavalry from making a surprise attack."
Zhang Xianzhong looked at the cavalry that was constantly wandering in the distance and eager to try, gritted his teeth and said: "If Dingguo is here, how can we allow these thousands of cavalry to cause trouble?"
Thinking about it, he looked like he was going to risk everything: "What's the use of keeping it?"
"In Sichuan, we are surrounded by high mountains. If you can't escape, you can only fight with all your strength."
What he said was rather tragic.
But in the eyes of everyone, it is somewhat appropriate.
I thought that with the advantage of military strength, just like in the past, if they rushed forward, no matter how elite the Ming army was, they could only collapse.
Unexpectedly, this Ming army was extremely resilient. Not only did it withstand the offensive, but it continued to press forward, which was terrifying.
Zhang Xianzhong insisted on going his own way, and everyone had no choice but to force the front army to advance.
However, the pincer attack between artillery and muskets was so fierce that it was difficult to see clearly from behind, but I could see it with my own eyes from the front.
In an instant, feces and urine flew out, tears mixed with snot, and even though he was forced hard, he still did not dare to move forward.
Nearly two-quarters of an hour of bombing forced tens of thousands of people to die. Most of them stopped and hurriedly ran backwards or on both sides, never daring to move forward easily.
Seeing this, the artillery gradually moved towards the left and right wings, with the front controlled by muskets and flintlocks.
The Western Army did not advance, but the firearms battalion did not let them go.
The flintlock gun was slung on the shoulder, one person raised the muzzle, another person raised the breech, filled with gunpowder pellets, and walked forward step by step.
Seeing the power, the Western Army seemed to have seen the God of Plague. Under pressure, they formed a figure eight and ran towards the two wings.
Tens of thousands of people panicked and chose their own way.
Of course, there are also those who are not afraid of death and insist on rushing forward.
"Bang bang bang——"
The barrel of the gun was hot again, and the huge projectiles flew forward.
Like rags, hundreds of warriors lay back, never to get up again.
This time, it was even more unstoppable, and the Western Army's center was exposed.
Zhang Xianzhong and others were stunned.
With just a few thousand cannons, the front army was defeated?
"He's hooking the sun. I'm still afraid of you having thousands of blunderbuss?"
Zhang Xianzhong was furious and roared in disobedience, ordering the Chinese army, the elite old battalion, to move forward and encircle them.
At this time, the cavalry who had been wandering suddenly found that the old camp of the Chinese army had moved without any gaps, and they were instantly overjoyed.
As a result, thousands of cavalry surrounded the fleeing and collapsed front troops and pursued them towards the central army.
This is an old trick used by rogue thieves - to coerce and defeat them.
At this time, Zhang Xianzhong suddenly realized that the old camp of the Chinese army was dragging its feet and was no longer as agile as before.
"Not good. Too full!"
