Severe pain!
Saigo Takahiro felt a sharp and piercing pain in his right chest!
He quickly looked down and saw a hole two or three fingers wide suddenly appeared on the right chest of his ashigaru armor, and... there was red liquid spurting out from the hole!
This, this seems to be human blood!
Saigo Takahiro was unsure at first. Although he was a majestic-looking samurai, as burly as a big bear, he was extremely incongruous and intimidating standing among a group of short Ashigaru. But precisely because of his appearance, he rarely fought with people, never chopped anyone down, and never even saw human blood. He dipped his right hand that suddenly trembled for some unknown reason into the red liquid that could spurt out of his body, then put it in his mouth and licked it... it was indeed blood!
Xixiang's head buzzed and was filled with damn fear!
Unexpectedly, it was the first time he saw so much blood, and it was all his own blood!
what happened? Xixiang thought to himself: "Okay, why am I bleeding?" ah! Could it be that I was hit by a Ming country farmer’s bullet? How can this be? So far away! Doesn’t it mean that a musket cannot hit someone at a distance of 30 paces? Why did you hit me? Is it because I have a bad character...or am I too big? well! If I had known that growing up would attract bullets, I shouldn't have been so greedy!
When Saigo Takahiro thought of this, his whole body softened, and he didn't know where all the strength in his body had gone. He could no longer stand still, staggered and fell down!
At this time, there were screams, shouts, roars and gunshots like fried beans in his ears.
Saigo Takahiro tried his best to turn his huge head, looked around, and found that he was not the only one who had fallen, and they were all lying on the ground!
Were these all killed by farmers from the Ming Dynasty with red muskets?
How can this be!
woo woo woo woo......
Just when Xixiang's breathing became more and more difficult and his eyelids became heavier and heavier, he suddenly heard the faint sound of charging horns among the din of the battlefield.
It's time to charge! Saigo thought to himself: Are the warriors from Sazhou about to charge?
"Kill me..."
"Kill me!"
The last thing Saigo Takahiro heard was the shouts of the Japanese samurai as they charged!
It turned out that Kiyoo Nene, who was in front of the formation and commanded the attack of the ten musketeers belonging to the Ashigaru Division, gave the order for the entire team to charge.
He had discovered that the Ming army's musketeers were surprisingly good at shooting, and they hit hard and accurately. However, the more than a thousand musketeers did not even use volleys, but used scattered long-distance shooting to kill and injure their own team.
At least one or two hundred Sazhou warriors were knocked down by the bullets of the Ming army!
If the Sazhou samurai continue to advance at the current speed and fire volleys within 30 steps, then the Ming army's muskets can kill at least four to five hundred of their own people...that's a one-third loss. Rate!
Even Sashu warriors may not be able to withstand such a loss rate, right?
Unwilling to fail, Ni Nekiyo made a prompt decision and gave the order for the entire team to charge.
Hearing the sound of the charge, the Japanese musketeers, who had been a little dazed by the Ming army's long-range shooting, immediately mustered up their fighting spirit and jumped forward with strange screams.
"Zui Zu..."
Xie Xun blew his whistle desperately. He was blowing a rally whistle, a whistle that ordered his subordinates to form a platoon. At this time, he was as surprised as Saigo Takahiro, who was killed by a lead bullet from the Ming army sixty steps away.
What surprised him was that the Japanese soldiers on the opposite side actually had the courage to launch a group charge after being knocked down by so many people with precise flintlock fire from their own marines!
Moreover, more than 40 big bird boats on the sea were still hitting the backs of the Japanese soldiers with explosive shells one after another to block their reinforcements... In this kind of life-threatening gun before and after, Despite the presence of mountain artillery and heavy casualties, they actually advanced instead of retreating!
What are they crazy about?
On the muddy tidal flats, more than a thousand Ming Army marines who had landed on the tidal flats quickly formed double rows in the face of the sudden Japanese charge. Thousands of people pulled out two "slender" red lines on the tidal flats. Stacked together one after another.
The Japanese samurai were still charging. They still barely maintained their five-row horizontal formation. Everyone was holding a matchlock and charging forward while screaming.
"Reload! Reload quickly!"
While Xie Xun was giving orders loudly, he skillfully inserted a bullet wrapped in silk into the barrel of the gun, and then pressed it tightly with a purge. Then he leveled the gun, put the butt of the gun on his shoulder, and aimed the muzzle at a white-headed warrior in front of him. (wearing a strange white fur headdress), but did not fire, but waited for orders.
Just now it was long-range diffuse shooting (free fire), this time it’s going to be close-range volley!
Compared with diffuse shooting, it is much easier to fire at close range. How could the Ming army's marines not do it?
Historically, European line infantrymen liked to bring the enemy closer and fire volleys. The biggest reason was insufficient training. Most line infantrymen were worthless consumables. They usually only received a few weeks of training and their marksmanship was not good. Well, and there aren't that many high-quality flintlock guns for them to use. It can't be hit at all if it's far away, so it's more powerful if you place it closer and fire a volley.
The marines of the Ming Army were all elite veterans with sufficient training, good quality muskets, and high psychological quality. They would not be intimidated by Japanese musketeers who were blathering blindly.
"Forty steps, thirty-seven steps, thirty-five steps..." Xie Xun's platoon stood at the front, mentally estimating the enemy's distance. When he reached the thirty-fifth step, a layer of cold sweat broke out on his forehead.
At this distance, a low-level gunner can use a mediocre matchlock gun and have a relatively high probability of hitting a humanoid target...
"Bang bang..."
The Japanese muskets fired!
It was not a salvo, but sporadic shooting. Some of the advancing Japanese samurai gunners fired their matchlock guns out of nervousness or confidence.
These warriors are undoubtedly very brave warriors, but it does not mean that they will not be afraid, nor does it mean that they can become the best warriors in just one or two months of training - Xie Xun and his navy Marines are all veterans who have been in the army for more than five years and participated in many bloody battles. Everyone has military exploits! And they also receive strict training from "997" for a long time! Today's combat effectiveness is poured out with sweat and blood!
In fact, none of the sashu samurai have ever been on the battlefield - Japan's last war, the Shimabara Rebellion, was twenty years ago. Those who participated in the Battle of Shimabara are now at least uncles, and do not meet the age requirements of the Sashu New Army at all...
Therefore, on a battlefield filled with smoke and the smell of death everywhere, these young warriors were inevitably panicked, and it was not surprising that they opened fire without receiving orders.
Ni Nekiyo was so nervous that he could hardly breathe. Although he was walking behind his troops, he was still so nervous that he didn't even notice that his soldiers were shooting indiscriminately!
However, the indiscriminate shooting of the Japanese musketeers was not useless. Because the distance was close enough and the formation of the Ming army was particularly dense, several people were still hit by bullets...
"Fengxian, the distance is close enough. Let's charge after volleying!"
At this time, one of Ni Kiyoo's retainers reminded him loudly.
"Okay, stop moving forward and form a team!" Ni Nekiyo also had no idea. Hearing what someone said, he immediately followed the instructions.
"Bang bang..."
Just when the Japanese army stopped advancing and began to organize their formation, the harsh sound of gongs suddenly sounded, which was the signal for the Ming army's musketeers to fire a salvo.
"Hit!" Xie Xun shouted, and then pulled the trigger. The flintlock gun in his hand shook violently. A hot lead bullet was pushed out of the gun chamber by the explosive gunpowder, and rolled forward. However, In an instant, he shot down the "white-headed warrior" directly in front of him!
"Bang bang..."
Two more gongs sounded, this was the order to charge!
The so-called bayonet melee combat of the line infantry is to first inflict enough damage on the enemy with firepower to make them panic, and then give a swift and fierce bayonet assault to end the battle!
