Emperor Ming Dynasty

Chapter 293 The Last Moment

"Filling the gunpowder—"

As the enemy approached, the ground began to shake slightly, and a large number of tentative soldiers gradually appeared on the countless corpses.

There is a little quietness in the tension, or you can hear a needle drop, and the atmosphere is at its extreme.

"Launch——" As the distance got closer, within fifty steps, the military flag waved on a large scale, and orders were issued one after another.

"Boom, boom, boom—"

Unlike the dull and heavy guns, the flintlock guns made a lot of crisp sounds, like setting off firecrackers.

In the formation of the army, there were hundreds of screams, and the screams were even louder than before.

"shoot--"

The violent screams made many people shudder, and there was no other way, and many shooters had to act and began to fight back.

shhhhh--

A burst of arrow rain, a beautiful parabola appeared in the air, and then fell like raindrops, piercing the solemn and smoky Ming army.

It's a pity that the archer's shooting range is within fifty steps, and the farther the distance is, the weaker the power will be.

The Ming army in armor didn't panic at all, and faced it directly without blinking their eyes. Arrow rain seemed to tickle an itch, and continued to rotate and fire their flintlock guns.

Moreover, the best range of the flintlock is within eighty paces, and they will not give more opportunities to break into the army.

"Ugh……"

Although he couldn't see clearly what was on the other side, the continuous gunshots proved the failure of the arrow rain, which could not help but hit Chuangjun's confidence again.

Besides, even an elite archer can only shoot twenty arrows at most, otherwise his arms will be numb, sore and painful, and he will lose his combat effectiveness.

Ordinary fusiliers, in theory, can fire continuously as long as there is enough gunpowder.

Of course, considering the speed of the flintlock, the gunpowder of the gunner can last about fifteen times, so it must be rotated.

Relying on the superiority of their numbers, Chuangjun was forced to move forward to die even though he was terrified of being killed.

"Exchange—"

Taking advantage of the emptiness ahead, the commander of the Firearms Battalion immediately ordered that the three rows of soldiers at the front adjusted their pace and retreated, while the soldiers in the rear quickly filled up.

On the other side, the continuous casualties of the former army had already caused the morale to collapse, the blood was flowing, and they were extremely frightened.

Helpless, Li Zicheng had no choice but to abandon the former army, change a wave of people, and continue to sprint.

And as the Firearms Battalion continued to move forward slowly, a part of the Chuangjun had been sunken.

This time, Chuang Jun learned his lesson and rushed forward impatiently, holding a huge shield in his hand to cover his back, even if he stepped on the bones of his comrades, he would not hesitate.

In this way, rushing forward quickly and covered by shields, the Chuangjun quickly approached the firearms battalion, and the distance was reduced to about twenty steps.

"Is it finally here?"

Zhu Yixi held the binoculars, squinted her eyes, and murmured softly.

The generals at the side looked at King Yu, and at the firearms battalion shining brilliantly on the battlefield, feeling all sorts of feelings in their hearts.

The Firearms Battalion, like the Qin Battalion, is a soldier under the direct control of King Yu, and a lot of effort has been put into it.

For a long time, the army has not been without complaints, but today they disappeared, full of envy and excitement.

With the strength of [-] people, the Huoqi Battalion almost held the attack of the entire Chuang army, and even kept moving forward, about to break through the middle of the Chuang army and break the entire Chuang army at the waist.

"Haha, there is a good show to watch."

King Yu sneered, glanced mockingly at Li Zicheng's banner, and shook his head.

Li Zicheng smiled all over his face, naturally he couldn't see Zhu Yixi's mocking eyes.

He deeply believed that as long as they fought hand-to-hand, these Ming troops with shotguns would break up and win a big victory.

"It's all worth it."

Li Zicheng's only eyes radiated brilliance, and his smile became brighter and brighter.

"Put on the bayonet—" a dull voice sounded.

The musketeers paused for a moment, then quickly took out the one-foot-long dagger at their waists and fixed it directly to the valve of the muzzle.

"Crack-"

"Parallel, tidy!"

Immediately, the three-shot musketeers stood side by side without any gaps in between.

The heavy flintlock gun in his hand reached five feet in length, only slightly shorter than the spear.

At this time, the musketeer in front could still see the ferocious face rushing towards him, as well as his unscrupulous and triumphant smile.

"kill--"

"Kill, kill, kill—"

The protracted and continuous shout went straight into the sky.

Stepping forward, the musketeers were fearless and thrust forward vigorously.

Stretch, retract, and repeat the simple action.

At this time, at an unknown time, light snow fell in the sky, gunpowder smoke filled the air, and the pungent sulfur smell distorted people's complexions.

The swirling blood mixed with snowflakes fell, and the cries almost shook the eardrums of everyone present.

There was a moment of hand-to-hand combat, and the soldiers on both sides showed panic and terror.

However, the shock of breaking into the army was even greater, and its morale dropped more rapidly as time went by.

For a moment, or two moments, under the hand-to-hand combat, the musketeers, with an indomitable momentum, crushed a large number of intruders.

The thick armor gave them incomparable confidence and security.

With the rush of the war drum, the Ming army slammed forward fiercely like a raging tide, and quickened its pace.

Li Zicheng was furious and cursed continuously.

From the perspective of Bai Guangen, who led the army to fight, the situation has changed, and his face was solemn: "The king of Yu will win!"

"Put on the red scarf and kill me—"

In an instant, he made up his mind, and the soldiers under his command put on triangular scarves and changed their appearances.

Immediately, thousands of soldiers and horses immediately changed direction and headed towards Li Zicheng's central army.

There, the stumped limbs and broken arms all over the ground are all telling the news of victory.

When he moved, there was a chain reaction immediately.

"What the hell, it's too early for Bai Guangen to change."

Zuo Guangxian had a gray beard, gritted his teeth, waved his hand involuntarily, and obeyed the order directly.

This time, it led to several other Ming troops who surrendered.

Thus, Li Zicheng felt the crisis: the danger of the Chinese army——

As a result, the rushing army gathered around once again, vowing to defend the safety of Emperor Dashun to the death.

"Your Highness, the signal has been sent!"

At this time, a soldier in armor appeared beside Zhu Yixi and said softly.

"it is good!"

Zhu Yixi laughed loudly, looking at the fireworks in the sky, no matter how drowsy the weather was, she could still see them clearly.

He couldn't help clapping his hands, Bai Guangen and others came at the right time.

Looking affectionately at the simple and unsophisticated city of Xi'an, it is the fruit of his victory.

"Your Majesty, look-"

Li Zicheng turned his head and looked at the city of Xi'an.

I saw that the flag on it was changed, and a huge "Ming" character was extremely conspicuous.

For almost a moment, or for a long time, Li Zicheng had never felt so hopeless and cold.

A sense of sadness instantly permeated the entire Chinese army.

stolen home...

Morale collapsed——

(End of this chapter)