Daming Town Haiwang

Chapter 1359, A War Without Winners
"Bang bang~"

Accompanied by dense gunfire, gunpowder smoke filled the air, billowing white smoke drifted away, and countless figures fell heavily.

All those who tried to rush towards the Musketeers fell fifty steps away from the Musketeers. No one could stop the Musketeers from advancing. They were like cold machines, without any emotion, and would only follow orders and keep firing. , reload, fire, and then continue to step forward.

The Ottoman army soon realized that it could no longer make meaningless sacrifices, so the army simply let go of the gap at random, and at the same time sent the Musketeers from the Ottoman Empire's own side up.

"The first duel between Musketeers in human history is finally about to be staged."

Holding a telescope, Deng Yong paid close attention to everything on the battlefield.

When he saw the musketeers of the Ottoman Empire appear on the stage and also walked towards the Spanish musketeers with neat steps, he knew that the highlight of this war was about to be staged.

Although the previous fight was in full swing and extremely tragic, this kind of war scene has been staged countless times in history.

Every powerful empire in the Roman Empire, the Persian Empire, and the Arab Empire was established by relying on cold weapons. There is no substantial difference between this place and the wars in history.

For Deng Yong and Xiong Han, who graduated from the Imperial Military Academy, watching these wars in the era of cold weapons no longer makes much sense.

Times have changed, the era of cold weapons is gradually withdrawing from the stage of history, the age of firearms has arrived, the reason why the two of them came here is mainly to watch the duel between muskets.

The Ming Empire swept across death, and its powerful firearms were invincible. It has never had any opponents, and it has always relied on powerful muskets and artillery to crush opponents.

Therefore, the imperial military wants to know what will happen if two armies with the same firearms meet?

What is the most appropriate way to fight?

What factors determine the direction of future wars?

These are all experiences that can only be summed up through actual combat, and the best testing ground is right in front of us.

Among the Ottoman army, there were a large number of Ottoman soldiers with heads covered, bushy beards, and white robes. They carried muskets, and under the command of the commander, they walked towards the Spanish musketeers in neat steps. go.

The two sides stopped at a distance of one hundred and fifty steps.

"First team, get ready, fire~"

Soon, following the commander's order, both sides opened fire almost simultaneously.

"Boom~Boom~"

With the billowing smoke rising, it was quickly blown away by the wind, and a large number of people fell down in the dense queues of both sides, but neither side seemed to care about the dead comrades in arms.

A person fell in front, and immediately a person stood at the position just behind. In a short period of time, the queue that looked incomplete at first was quickly arranged neatly again.

"Second team, get ready, open fire~"

Soon, the second wave of attacks sounded again, and the same scene was repeated.

Although there was more than a hundred steps between the two sides, it seemed that there was no close bloody battle, but at this moment, on the battlefield, whether it was the soldiers of the Ottoman Empire or the soldiers of the European Allied Forces, both sides were paying close attention to the battle between the Musketeers. duel between.

It seems that everyone knows that the outcome of the musketeer duel is related to the final victory.

I also looked at the musketeers who kept falling, and then someone quickly filled that position, then fell down again and again, and then filled up again and again.

There was no sound of fighting between the two sides, nor the sound of iron weapons clashing.

But the hearts of the people watching the battle seemed to be beating with each wave of strong sound.

Even many people are sweating profusely, sweating for these musketeers.

You must know that whenever the white smoke rises, the god of death will come to you, and a large number of people will be taken away every time. No one knows whether they will fall when the next gunshot sounds?

What a terrible pressure this needs to bear. Although there is no light or sword, the god of death is always by his side, and the scythe of the god of death is constantly harvesting humble lives.

"Damn, I don't know what kind of shit those people in the court are thinking about."

"Sold our muskets to these people. I can already imagine the scene when we face the muskets in the hands of the enemy in the future. I don't know how many of us Daming people died under the muskets produced by our own people."

Looking at the scene in front of him, Xiong Han couldn't help cursing.

For the first time, I felt that the officials who sold these weapons were pigs and idiots.

Da Ming was able to sweep all directions, relying on powerful muskets and firearms, but if the enemy also mastered the same advanced muskets and artillery, would Da Ming be able to sweep all directions?

At that time, I don't know how many lives will be used to win.

Look at the two sides who are queuing up to be shot in front of you. The casualties between each other are extremely terrifying. They are both gritting their teeth and standing firm.

If one of them was a soldier of the Ming Empire, Xiong Han couldn't even imagine such a thing happening to a soldier of the Ming Dynasty.

"Calm down~"

Deng Yong looked very calm and said lightly.

"I can't calm down. I must write a memorial to the Duke of England and to the emperor. My Daming guns and cannons must never be sold to the outside world. Otherwise, in the future, I don't know how many good sons of my Ming Dynasty will die."

Xiong Han's eyes were scarlet. Under this kind of queuing and shooting, the battle became more cruel, and the death rate between the two sides was higher. If the Hong Kong garrison under his command was mobilized, the ending would not be any better.

"The above naturally has the above considerations~"

"What's more, even if we don't sell them arms and weapons, can't they make them themselves?"

"You've been in Europe for a while, and you should know that Europeans are not much worse than us in many aspects. Give them some time, and they can also make our Daming muskets."

"This is something we have to face sooner or later. As soldiers, we should think about how to defend our country and how to win every war, instead of thinking about these things that we shouldn't think about."

Deng Yong looked at Xiong Han. To be honest, his heart was also ups and downs.

He didn't expect that the duel between musketeers would be so cruel. They lined up to be shot, and both sides were trying their best to see who could last till the end.

"But~but~"

Xiong Han had many, many things he wanted to say, but he couldn't say them all at once.

"I heard that the Miyun Arsenal has developed more advanced muskets with faster firing rate, longer range and better accuracy. The muskets in their hands are just our outdated products."

"The reason why the higher-ups want to sell them arms and weapons is just to let them fight each other. No matter what the final result is, for both sides of the war, they are all losers. The real winner is us, Daming. "

"This is a war with no winners!"

There was a hint of a smile on the corner of Deng Yong's mouth.

Pointing to the two sides that were fighting fiercely on the battlefield, he said: "The era of cold weapons is about to pass, and the era of firearms has arrived. In the future, wars will definitely revolve around firearms."

"Whoever manufactures a firearm with a longer range, higher accuracy, and faster rate of fire will have a greater advantage. The two sides line up to shoot, and that is because the hit rate of the smoothbore guns they use is too low now. Rely on this method to increase the hit rate."

"If we encounter our Ming army, we can use explosive bullets to attack them fiercely from the rear. In such a dense formation, one explosive bullet is enough to kill a large area."

"Now do you know why we didn't sell the bombs to both of them?"

"Because flowering bullets really can't be sold to them, but these obsolete muskets are. If they think that they can deal with our Ming army in the same way with such a victory, they will try to real pain."

"Haha, I understand now why the princes in the court agreed to use arms and weapons to both sides. This is an experiment, an experiment in the way of fighting in the age of firearms, in order to accumulate experience."

The more Deng Yong looked at it, the more interesting he became, and he began to comment carefully.

On the other side, on the tragic battlefield, the scene of queuing up to shoot was still being staged. The musketeers between the two sides kept falling, and then new musketeers came up.

"Damn Ming people~"

In the rear of the European Allied Forces, Duke Francois couldn't help cursing again.

If the Ming people hadn't sold firearms to the Ottoman Empire, relying on the Spanish Musketeers, they would be able to tear open the gap and win the war smoothly.

But right now, Musketeers vs. Musketeers has turned into a fierce and ruthless competition with each other. He clearly realizes that even if he wins this battle, the European Allied Forces will only win miserably, and the ultimate winner must be Daming empire.

"After we go back, we must find someone to contact the Ming people. We must also buy musketeers and build a pure musketeer army. In the future, nothing can stop the musketeers from advancing."

But Duke Francois also clearly saw the strength of the Musketeers. Traditional cavalry, infantry, and archers were no match for the Musketeers.

The thick iron armor can't stop the bullets of the musketeers, and no sharp sword can hurt the musketeers at a distance of hundreds of steps. As for the archers, their range is too far from that of the musketeers, and they have not yet entered their attack range It has been beaten into a sieve by the musketeers.

Of course, Duke François is not the only one who has such thoughts. Everyone is clearly aware that an era is rolling towards them. The traditional knights will come to an end, but the spirit of knights will inevitably continue.

　It is difficult for us to imagine that the English conquered the world by queuing up and shooting lobster soldiers~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)