Emperor Ming Dynasty

Chapter 435
"Why do you have to go up to thirty steps?"

Li Jingwu looked terrified, bent slightly, and asked humbly.

The emperor watched intently, and when he heard his question, he said:

"The optimal shooting range of the bird gun is fifty paces, and the effective range of raising the gun is eighty to one hundred paces."

"However, you have to remember that the shorter the distance, the more you need to test the courage of the enemy and our troops. Similarly, for the enemy, the more cruel it is..."

Wei Dayong felt the weight on his shoulders, and his ears were filled with all kinds of piercing sounds. Being familiar with muskets, he knew that it was the sound of ammunition.

"what--"

At this time, there was a scream on the left, and a big man a few feet away was shot by the ammunition and fell to the ground immediately.

"Are you OK!"

The musketeer behind him immediately raised his gun, erected a five-foot-long fork on the ground, and placed the muzzle of the gun on it.

After the front gunner is down, that's what the fork does.

Similarly, if the rear gunner falls, the lifter will do the same.

"Why didn't you shoot?"

A trembling voice came from behind his ears, Wei Dayong knew it was from his companion, he immediately said: "You are afraid of a fart, I am blocking it in front!"

"Then you stand still and don't move around!"

The choice of the gunner is also standard, burly, tall, wearing armor just to block the rear gunner, at least one can be kept to prevent the gun from losing its effect.

"preparation--"

At this time, the enemy in front of him kept zooming in, and the distance was getting closer and closer. Although Wei Dayong was wearing a mask, he still squinted his eyes in fear.

Hearing this, he was shocked, and his waist straightened instantly.

After a series of movements, a sudden heat came from his shoulders, and immediately there was a burst of recoil, which made him lean back uncontrollably.

"boom--"

The shooting range of the raised gun is twice that of the bird's gun, and the bullets are much more, and the sound is particularly dull.

Before many Qing soldiers realized what was happening, bowl-sized wounds appeared on their chests, bleeding profusely.

The dead man's face was full of disbelief, as if he was still wondering, how could such a thick armor be injured?
Almost in the blink of an eye, a volley fired, and hundreds of infantrymen lost their combat effectiveness.

In this era, it is almost equivalent to a death sentence.

crackling-

The musketeers of the Qing army still refused to give up, perhaps because the thick smoke made them forget their fear, and a large number of musketeers still moved forward.

"Step-"

The gunmen in the second row continued to move forward amidst the hail of bullets, stopped about five steps, and fired projectiles.

The third row, the fourth row, the fifth row...

Those who shot empty left to fill in, and before Lun continued, it was as normal as eating and drinking water, full of silence and calmness.

The wounded gunman lay on the ground, waiting for the rear personnel to lift him off the battlefield so as not to disrupt the formation.

As a result, the former army of the Ming army approached step by step, and a piece of the Qing army's formation was also bitten off, but it could not be recovered.

It is close to the Chinese army.

Moreover, because the distance was too close, the wounds were extremely deep, the tragedy was extremely horrific, and there were many people with broken arms and short legs.

The casualties were too severe, and for a while, the Manchu heavy armored infantry were terrified.

Morale is on the verge of collapse.

"And the artillery? With the artillery—"

With distressed expression on his face, Jierhalang turned his head and said to Shang Kexi, "The Eight Banners of Han Dynasty go to support and defeat those spearmen."

"As ordered—"

Shang Kexi and the three had no choice but to agree.

The Manchu Eight Banners and the Mongolian Eight Banners are both suffering, how can the Han Eight Banners stay out of it?
And on the two wings, the Mongolian Eight Banners had no choice but to throw forward, trying to break through as much as possible.

But at this time, the Ming army was not like before. When they saw cavalry, their calves became weak and they collapsed immediately.

If you still use the old routine, you will only suffer a lot.

Apparently, Meng Baqi had a full head, and was also attacked by artillery, so he lingered and wandered around for a while.

The two roads were blocked, especially the continuous sound of gunfire from the front army, which cast a shadow on the hearts of Hauge and others.

Suddenly, a gust of wind blew, and the smoke gradually dispersed.

The battlefield was in a mess, thousands of heavy armored infantry had been beaten to pieces, a large number of bird guns were thrown all over the ground, stumps and broken arms were everywhere, and the bare grass was soaked in blood, showing a black and red color.

"Damn-"

Luke De's eyes were cracked.

But at this time, the gunmen who flaunted their prestige seemed to notice that there were no enemies in front of them, so they stopped suddenly, and then turned around in a fair manner.

"what happened?"

Just when they were puzzled, a group of normal Musketeers stepped out of the queue and took their place.

"Looks like it's out of ammo."

Jierhalang breathed a sigh of relief, as long as it was a normal shotgun, it would definitely not be able to break through heavy armor.

It was no longer the two men raising their guns in front of them, so naturally there was no threat.

"The Eight Banners of Han Dynasty are up."

The Eight Banners of Han with shotguns and shields also filled the vacancy tremblingly.

Seeing the Musketeers who could break through the heavy armor leave, they breathed a sigh of relief one by one.

"Although the power of firing the gun is not as powerful as raising the gun, it is faster."

Zhu Yixi looked up and sneered.

On the other side, Li Jingwu and others, even after seeing the strength of carrying the gun, were all stunned and terrified.

"Your Majesty, this spear is so powerful that even the cavalry is no match for it!"

Bai Guangen exaggerated.

"As long as the formation is in order, the cavalry is just waiting under the continuous gunpowder."

Zhu Yixi said with a smile.

"The Eight Banners are moving!"

Suddenly, Chen Dong, who was paying close attention to the Beijing camp, suddenly spoke.

Only then did everyone turn their attention to the two wings.

I saw that Meng Baqi glanced towards the two sides and gave up his position.

At this time, Man Baqi, who was in the rear, suddenly moved forward.

crackling-

Suddenly, there was a burst of gunfire, followed by a puff of smoke.

I saw that the spearmen in front of the two wings fell down in a row in an instant, revealing a gap.

Meng Baqi came quickly, like a loach, when it found the entrance of the cave, it wanted to drill in hard.

For a while, the two wings were in danger of collapse.

At this time, the shield bearers in the back row immediately stepped forward, inserted a shield as high as a man into the ground, and resisted the impact of the horse with all their might.

And to cooperate with the shield hand, there are crossbow arrows and long spears, which finally stopped the gap from expanding.

Seeing that the two wings are so strong, the Mongolian Eight Banners and the Man Eight Banners stopped doing futile work and continued to wander.

However, it didn't take long before many cavalrymen began to gather and sprint to the two wings again.

The Ming army is ready.

But after waiting for a long time, there was no strong wind and rain, and there was light rain.

"Rear Army!"

Under Zhu Yixi's gaze, tens of thousands of cavalry gathered, forming an extremely sharp short blade, and rushed towards the rear army indomitably.

"Crackling-"

The shotgun cleared the way, bursting a hole in an instant.

The cavalry rushed in like leeches, eager to devour their flesh and blood.

(End of this chapter)