For the fire gun soldiers.
The closer the enemy is to you, the higher the aim of the gun in your hand will be.
When the two sides were far apart, it might be one out of ten, but as the officers and soldiers rushed closer and closer, it became one out of eight, one out of five, or even one out of three.
Fortunately, there were many muskets hitting the same target. Otherwise, just one row of muskets would have killed and injured hundreds of Ming soldiers.
For the soldiers of the Tiger Flag, this battle is to reload the gun, then step forward to fire a gun, then retreat to reload the gun.
Just like usual training, simple and boring.
But it was different for the soldiers of the Ming Dynasty. Every fire shot was a reminder to the King of Hell, and his companions were always struck by the shot and fell to the ground.
Qin Yiming and the two thousand households did not have troops to rush in front, but sat in the rear and commanded the overall situation.
The two Qianhu also served as the military supervisors of the army, leading a group of soldiers and servants to supervise the battle in the rear.
Seeing the increasing number of casualties among Sichuan and Gui officers and soldiers, Qin Yiming clenched his hands into fists, his face was as gloomy as water, and his teeth were gritting.
"General, we can't continue fighting like this." A Qianhu who was supervising the battle in front came to Qin Yiming's side and persuaded Qin Yiming to retreat with a look of pain on his face.
Soldiers and horses are the lifeblood of a general, and no one is willing to let all his soldiers and horses fight.
A general without soldiers is worse than a dog.
"General, those who died are all our Shizhu soldiers! They are all dead and we can't explain to the Xuan comfort envoy, let alone General Qin!" Seeing that Qin Yiming was unmoved, Qianhu begged and even moved out Qin Liangyu.
Qin Yiming bit his back molars and said: "Where are the cannons! Go and bring all the cannons to me. I don't believe that a group of flesh and blood can withstand the cannons."
"One Sword Dominates"
The corner of Qianhu's mouth twitched when he heard this.
The cannon is still on the other side, and it will take time to transport it by ship. Even if we go to the other side of the river to transport the cannon now, it is too late. Our own soldiers and horses who are fighting against the rebels simply cannot hold out for so long.
However, this also gave him an excuse to retreat.
I heard him say in front of Qin Yiming: "As long as the artillery is there, we will definitely be able to defeat these bandit soldiers. It is better to retreat temporarily and wait for the cannon to be transported across the river to defeat the bandits in one fell swoop."
"Where do you want to retreat?" Qin Yiming looked at Qianhu in front of him expressionlessly.
Qianhu felt frightened by Qin Yiming's blank gaze, but thinking of the casualties of Sichuan Gui's soldiers who were still increasing, he bit the bullet and said: "The general thought that we could retreat to the shore where we landed, and at the same time send the boat back. Pull the Franco machine guns from the other side."
"Do you think, do you think, do you think that if we retreat to the shore, the traitors will not catch up with us?" Qin Yiming angrily yelled, "Unless we can retreat to the other side, the traitors will never let us go."
Qianhu looked back at the ongoing battle and said hesitantly: "But if we continue to fight like this, we will be the first to be unable to withstand casualties."
"In ancient times, Han Xin sank a boat, and today I will do it again." A soldier next to Qin Yiming said, "Go to the shore and ask the boatmen on the ship to return to the other side immediately. Without my order, Never allowed to come back."
Originally, he wanted to sink a few boats transporting troops across the river, but he thought that there were not many boats used by the army to cross the river. These boats were also provided by the Huguang Commandery Division. In the future, the army would need boats if they wanted to cross the river. I changed my mind and decided to put the ships back.
"Yes." A soldier on the side ran to the river bank.
Qin Yiming looked at Qianhu in front of him and said: "You have heard what I just said. If you want to survive, I will fight to the death and kill all the thieves in front of you. Only then can they survive."
"General, I will obey the order." Qianhu saw that Qin Yiming was going to fight desperately, so he had to go back to supervise the battle again.
On the battlefield, the ground underfoot became increasingly muddy.
The casualties of the white-armed soldiers had reached five to six hundred, and the ground was covered with corpses and blood mixed with dark soil.
Even elite soldiers like the white-armed soldiers began to flinch under the massacre without the ability to fight back. Some white-armed soldiers even retreated on their own, causing small-scale chaos among the surrounding soldiers.
However, the chaos was quickly suppressed by the governor behind, forcing the white-pole soldiers to continue rushing towards the enemy formation in front.
Without enough archers and cannons, the white soldiers could only use their own flesh and blood to advance forward bit by bit.
It's a pity that what they faced was not the Ming Army's firearms battalion that lacked training and could only shoot fire cannons from a distance.
The opponents of the white-pole soldiers are the tiger-character flag soldiers who come out from one battlefield after another.
These soldiers have been baptized many times on the battlefield and know when to fire a cannon to hit the enemy more easily. They also know when to fire a cannon to cause the greatest damage to the enemy.
Load, play, load again, play again.
The muscles of the tiger-shaped flag fire gunners who have experienced countless trainings have formed memories. The speed from loading the gun to firing the gun in their hands is far from that of Ming, who is short of ammunition and has few opportunities to train. The soldiers of the arms battalion can be compared.
He also has rich battlefield experience.
It is difficult for Qin Yiming's white-pole soldiers to get close to the military formation with tiger-shaped flags, let alone the soldiers that threaten the tiger-shaped flags in the military formation.
The corpses on the ground were all left by the white pole soldiers and Sichuan Gui soldiers. They were lying on the ground in a mess, and blood was flowing all over the ground. The feet of the white pole soldiers who stepped on them were slipping, and they had to avoid the corpses on the ground.
This makes it a little more difficult for the white-pole soldiers to get close to the military formation of the Tiger Flag.
With the sound of gunshots, dozens more soldiers with white poles fell down after being struck by the gunshots.
Soon the white-pole soldiers retreated again, abandoning their companions and fleeing.
The warlords behind the formation took action to suppress them again, and several white-pole soldiers who took the lead in retreating were killed on the spot, barely maintaining the situation.
Because of the timely suppression, although the white-pole soldiers were not defeated, they were still frightened by the fire blunderbuss in the hands of the tiger-character flag soldiers.
The speed of advancement has obviously slowed down.
The white-pole soldiers walking in the front hesitated every time they took a step forward, as if there was some trap under their feet.
However, the soldiers of the Tiger Flag don't care whether they are scared or not. As long as they get within the range of the fire cannon, they will directly fire the cannon to attack.
The white-pole soldiers who had already closed down within 30 steps of the tiger-shaped flag soldiers retreated to a place more than 40 steps away in the face of continuous casualties.
Two more rows of firecrackers were fired one after another.
The white-gun soldiers left more than thirty corpses behind. The remaining white-gun soldiers finally couldn't bear it anymore. The white-gun soldiers in the front row dropped their white-gun soldiers and turned around and fled behind them.
This caused the white-pole soldiers, who were already in a vulnerable situation, to flee immediately.
Two Qianhu who were supervising the army in the rear led people to suppress it.
But there were so many fleeing soldiers that they could not be controlled. In the end, even the governor who went to suppress the fleeing soldiers was swept into the fleeing ranks.
He was carried away by the crowd and fled to the river bank.
