Marin's eyes were fixed on the archer on the opposite side, wanting to know whether the round of firecrackers just hit the archer 70 steps away.
Almost at the same time, arrows from the army archers hit the gunners from the Daliang Mountain side.
"Hit." The team leader next to Marin shouted in surprise.
The one who had just fired the arsonist was the arsonist of his team.
Among the archers of the army, one archer was hit on the shoulder by a fire blunderbuss. He let out a scream and fell to the ground, and all the bows and arrows in his hand were thrown to the ground.
The cotton armor on the shoulders was torn open by lead, revealing the flesh and blood inside, giving off bursts of burning smell.
The other archers did not expect that the opponent's fire cannon hit someone seventy steps away, and they were frightened. They were afraid that they would also be hit by the fire cannon, so they ran behind them in fear.
Seeing this scene, Marin breathed a sigh of relief. The fire cannon could hit the archers, which proved that at this distance, their fire cannons could threaten the archers and would not be passively beaten.
He withdrew his gaze and finally had a chance to look at himself.
Among the arrows fired by the army's archers, he noticed that one arrow hit the crowd of gunmen around him.
Sure enough, as he looked over, he saw an arrow stuck in the sleeve of a gunman's forearm. The gunman who was shot had a pale face and was frightened at the sight. arrive.
However, there was no blood on the opponent's sleeves.
"Are you injured?" Marin asked concernedly to the gunman with arrow feathers on his forearm sleeves.
The other party shook his head and stammered: "No, not hurt."
As he spoke, he lowered his head and glanced at the feather arrow stuck on his sleeve.
"Since you're not injured, hurry up and pull out the arrows on your sleeves." Marin said, and then added, "The second row of gunmen come forward."
The firecrackers of the three teams stood in three rows. The one in the first row had just fired off the firecrackers. There were two rows of firecrackers behind him who were ready to take over from the first row of firecrackers at any time.
"Pull it out right now." The gunman seemed to be frightened. When Marin reminded him, he remembered that there was an arrow stuck in his sleeve.
By the time he took off the arrows from his cuffs, a row of gunmen behind him had already stepped forward.
"Don't rush to attack now. Wait until the archer on the opposite side gets closer." Marin reminded.
I was worried that these gunmen could not help but fire their guns in advance because they were nervous.
The archers stepped back more than ten steps, and the distance between the two sides was ninety steps away. At the previous seventy steps, the fire gunmen were already very reluctant, but at the distance of more than ninety steps, no matter how powerful the fire gunmen were, , and it would be difficult to hit an archer at such a long distance.
Marin knew that his mission was not to destroy these archers, but to contain these archers and prevent the other party from sneaking up on the gunmen of several of their squadrons from the flanks.
At this time, he wished that the other side's archers could delay the fight as long as possible. It was best to wait until the other side decided the winner.
However, this is just his own wishful thinking.
Just as the official archers were retreating, the soldier leading the archers had ordered the archers to return to their original positions.
In order to prevent these archers from being disobedient, the soldier found a few more soldiers to suppress the formation, and even killed an archer who was unwilling to retreat on the spot.
Forced by several soldiers, the remaining eighteen archers reluctantly returned to their original positions.
There is almost no accuracy for fire guns at a distance of more than seventy steps, so the fire gunmen can only fire in rows in order to hit the enemy.
Although this distance is better for an archer than a gunman's accuracy, it still requires a bit of luck to hit the enemy.
In addition, seeing that these archers could be hit by the firecrackers in the hands of bandits from such a long distance, they panicked and their accuracy became even worse.
As a result, the eighteen archers and a small team of gunmen brought by Marin actually fought effectively.
Every time these archers shoot one or two rounds of arrows, one or two fire gunmen will be shot. Similarly, some of these archers will be hit by fire guns.
But neither of the two sides retreated, and they only fired at each other from a distance of more than 70 steps.
Marin secretly breathed a sigh of relief, finally holding back these archers.
Not only that, as more and more archers in the official army were hit by fire guns, the threat became smaller and smaller. Even because he had more fire guns here, he gradually gained an advantage.
Of course, he knew that this was also related to the fact that the official archers drew their bows too many times.
No matter how strong a person's arm strength is, if he keeps drawing the bow and shooting arrows, he will get tired at some point and his accuracy will drop drastically.
The archers of the official army were successfully restrained, but because the three squadrons were missing a small group of gunmen, they were forced to advance more than ten steps by the official army on the opposite side.
However, due to the approach of the army, the power of the firecrackers began to increase.
At the time of the original seventy steps, six or seventy fire cannons were fired together every time, and they could only kill or wound less than ten officers and soldiers, or even less.
As the officers and soldiers approached, the accuracy of the gunmen also increased. Coupled with the large number of officers and soldiers, the gunmen of each squadron were able to injure more than a dozen infantry of the officers and soldiers after firing in rows.
When the officers and soldiers rushed within forty steps in front of the gunman, no less than a hundred officers and soldiers were killed or wounded along the way.
If it weren't for the generals holding the formation at the rear of the army, who successively killed some soldiers who wanted to retreat and flee, the army would have been defeated by this time because they could not bear the casualties.
"Captain, the officers and soldiers are not retreating with so many casualties. There are generals in the rear forcing the soldiers in front to continue to advance. It seems that they must destroy us." Zhang Hongtu said to Cao Guang beside him.
Cao Guang, who was always staring at the battlefield, said at this time: "Send the order and let the four tiger squatting cannons hit me hard."
The flag officer was ordered to raise the flag in his hand and wave it several times.
The captain of the artillery team noticed the waving command flag, spat heavily on the ground, and said to his gunners: "It's our artillery team's turn to take action. Everyone, listen up. Let me aim the muzzles at the officers and soldiers in front." .”
"Ready, request to fire."
"put!"
The four squatting tiger cannons had already been filled with iron sand and iron beads, and the muzzles were pointed at the official face in front. With an order, the four squatting tiger cannons were fired almost at the same time.
Countless iron beads and iron sand flew out from the muzzle, forming a fan and hitting the officers and soldiers who were rushing at the front.
The officers and soldiers who rushed at the front were hit almost the moment the cannon sounded.
Many soldiers were hit by countless amounts of iron sand or iron beads, half of their bodies were smashed, and their lives were lost on the spot.
There are many soldiers like this, and almost all of them are soldiers rushing to the front.
The bodies of some soldiers who were killed by the Crouching Tiger Cannon still had some strength left in them, and they hit the people who were following behind them, causing many soldiers to fall to the ground.
Almost instantly, a large vacancy suddenly appeared in the ranks of the officers and soldiers.
Thirty steps away from the Daliang Mountain Fire Gunman, there was a river of blood. There were many pieces of meat scattered on the ground, an eye, half an ear, a broken arm...
