'Bang bang bang bang...' Regardless of whether the opponent stood up or not, the fire gun soldier fired another round when he reached the previous distance, turned around and ran back.
"Ouch! You hit me!" Someone above was unlucky enough to be hit by an arrow falling from the sky.
The people next to me came over to help get the arrows. The others looked at each other and felt relieved. The fire bludgeoning was not accurate at all.
"There's no movement over there yet." Zhang Cundao looked back at the empty group of horses with a worried expression.
"It's no use waiting, what if it happens!" Tang He was not worried.
On the other side of Guillotine Hill, three hundred people were walking towards the river carrying buckets, which was the same place where the cavalry left before.
There was a small river there, less than knee-deep and less than twenty paces wide. It was crystal clear and small fish one inch long were swimming in the water.
They went to the river and squatted down to fill the buckets with water.
At this moment, there was a cry of 'Kill! 'The sound came.
A group of people rushed out of the woods and grass on the east side of their way back. The people who rushed out did not run towards them, but to the west, trying to block their retreat.
Each of them had two buckets. When they saw the people rushing out, their eyes showed fear. Some of them dropped the buckets and ran back.
Some people stood there stunned, while others jumped into the river and ran to the other side.
The people running back and the people rushing out were approaching. Seeing that they could rush over in advance, the people rushing out stopped, and the three hundred people instantly formed three rows.
'Pap, crack, crack...' The sound of the flintlock rifle carried far through the smoke.
The people running back shouted and fell down, followed by another gunshot, and some more people fell down.
If you can still run, don't turn around and run westward, don't fight for that road.
The people on the mountain watched from a distance, seeing that they were being chased, and then looking at the number of enemies and ourselves, the general shouted: "Charge! Save the brothers! Leave people on the mountain to watch the enemy cavalry."
A group of people rushed down, some rushed too fast, their feet slipped and they rolled directly down the mountain.
The gunshots kept ringing out, and after shooting those who were trying to get out of the way, they would kill those who were in a daze. The ones who were in a daze hurriedly jumped into the river, wading through the water and running towards the other side.
'Bah, bang, bang...' The third round of gunfire rang out. Those who waded slowly fell directly into the river, and some who had already reached the other side were still hit.
Three hundred gunners with flintlocks glanced in the direction of the mountain and followed across the river, shouting "kill" and chasing the enemy in front.
After chasing for a distance, the three hundred people quickly stopped to reload, all staring at the people on the other side of the river, and the movements of their hands were not messy at all.
By the time the ammunition was loaded, the enemy reinforcements had not yet reached the river.
"One more round, get ready." The leader estimated the distance and ordered through gritted teeth.
The three rows stood up immediately again, and with a sound of 'release', the first row opened fire.
The archers on the other side of the river also estimated the distance and prepared to attack across the river. Unexpectedly, they were so far away, and the Ming army's muskets started to smoke again, and the people who followed them fell to the ground.
When the people behind saw it, they immediately fell down. They all knew how to avoid the fire cannons, and they also had fire cannon soldiers.
As long as you lie down, the fire blunderbuss can be avoided, unless you are particularly unlucky.
"Load." When the leader of Daming saw others lying down, he asked those in the first row to reload. Please lie down. Can you guys get up?
"Shield, charge!" The enemy general didn't want to give the big open fire guns time to reload.
The one holding a small shield rushed forward, holding a shield in one hand and a knife in the other.
"Let go!" the leader shouted, and the second row of gunmen attacked. After one round of attack, the shields raised fell to the ground.
"We can't stop them. We can't stop their blunderbuss." Someone fell to the ground, covering his wounds and shouting.
"It's too far. Their muskets are much farther than ours."
"I'm going to die, I can't do it anymore..."
"Charge! Charge! There are few of them, and they won't be able to use the muskets after they are fired."
The soldiers from Beiyuan shouted all sorts of things, and a group of people finally rushed to the river.
The gunmen who had fired the first round had already loaded their ammunition. Without saying a word, they finished shooting and ran together along the river towards the woods they had just come out of.
Some people from Beiyuan waded across the river, while others followed him on this side of the river.
The general ran behind, angry, anxious and annoyed, and at the same time frightened by the Ming army's muskets.
He calculated that the Ming army's fire cannons had a long range and the reloading speed was much faster than normal fire cannons.
Looking at it from a distance, it seems that the shape is different from the normal firecrackers used by everyone. There is no big belly in the front, and there is no pole stuck on the firecracker behind the armpit.
The key point is that I didn’t see the torch or the fire folds. How was the fire lit?
"Catch them, kill them, and seize their muskets." Thinking of this, the general decided to risk his life to get a few.
Others also understood that the Beiyuan soldiers who had crossed the river were obviously slow to start as they chased them with howls. They were one hundred, sixty or seventy steps away from the Ming army in front.
The river that is twenty paces wide is not that easy to cross. If you run too fast, you will fall into the water.
The people on the shore are quite fast, some are even a little faster than before.
'Bah, bang, bang...' Just as they ran outside the woods, gunshots rang out in the woods.
There was another sound of popping bodies hitting the ground, and people fell down.
Three hundred fusiliers on the opposite side took the opportunity to descend into the river and waded forward from the river.
The gunfire continued, and the three hundred people ran for a distance before turning to the woods and reloading their ammunition.
"Gather, form a formation, come back, come back quickly, don't rush like this."
The general watched as his pursuers were shot one after another in front of the grove, staring and shouting at the top of his lungs.
The man who was chasing after him across the river heard the order and found that he really couldn't chase him, so he hurried down to the river.
At this time, the Ming army came out from the woods, with a thousand flintlock gunners and hundreds of people in a row, pressing outward.
The sound of gunfire was continuous. The ones in front would reload their ammunition after finishing the shooting. They would wait for others to finish shooting. When the ammunition was loaded, they would fire again.
The ones in Beiyuan who were rushing in front ran back, and people were shot from time to time.
Their general clenched his fists tightly and said in a hoarse voice: "Archers and gunmen, prepare to counterattack, form a formation, shield men come forward, run fast... fast~~~"
'Boom, boom, boom~~boom, boom...' In his shouts, the ground trembled.
He turned around and saw dust flying in the distance.
"General, the cavalry is coming tomorrow!"
"The cavalry is coming tomorrow!"
"The cavalry is coming!"
The shouts of the observers left on the mountain also came over, and many people who were gathering and running looked over there.
"Retreat, retreat quickly, go up the mountain!" The general immediately lost his intention to fight against the Ming army's gunners.
He shouted and ran towards the mountain first, while the others ran in the same mess.
The fusiliers ran to give chase, the cavalry charged, sparing no effort, and the ground shook more and more intensely.
The leading cavalryman held up his saber and crossed the river with a few clicks. He shouted "kill", the saber fell, and an enemy soldier running behind fell to the ground.
More cavalry rushed over, and the ones in front waved their sabers at will without slowing down at all. Sometimes the horses directly knocked the enemy away.
The general looked at the mountains in front of him, then turned back with a horrified expression. The cavalry chasing behind him bent their bows and set arrows, whoosh whoosh... a rain of arrows fell down.
(End of chapter)
