Lu Ming

Chapter 556 Ming-Portuguese War ([-])

The Guards Battalion, which appeared for the first time wearing the latest equipment, immediately grabbed everyone's attention.

The smooth, weird and eye-catching steel helmet is, needless to say, the Ming Dynasty version of the M35.

Considering that the bulletproof requirements of this era are not high, the opponents are at best low-kinetic lead bullets fired by matchlock guns, so the Ming Dynasty version of the M35 is much thinner than the original one.But this is just right, the thin helmet not only reduces the burden on soldiers, but also is more suitable for subtropical use, the most important thing is that it saves materials.

To say that the plate of the helmet is a little watery, but the appearance is meticulous - whoever dares to destroy the deep feelings of the German sticks for the M35 is a historical sinner!

Therefore, the regular army wearing a shrunk version of the M35 helmet, wearing a 07-style training uniform, and wearing a full set of battlefield individual equipment, just appeared on the stage.

At this moment, the aborigines who didn't know the inside story also had different views on the new force.In the eyes of the people who eat melons, this team of soldiers and horses carrying iron pots probably has something to say?After all, iron pots are not cheap these days.

In the eyes of the generals at the top of the city, this is Cao who spent his old capital.After all, the generals knew a little bit about the inside story, plus they were all knowledgeable, and they knew that the ones who could survive this kind of battle must be the standard battalion or family team of the town.As for those iron pots, no one cared, the left and right were just helmets.

Soon, soldiers from the Guards Battalion lined up before the gate.With the roar of the roll call and counting, 500 soldiers neatly formed a phalanx in a short time.

For this troop that started as a traverser, they have already done enough homework, including ideological training, so there is no need for any in-depth mobilization before the battle.After Yu Mingjie and the temporary battalion commander Wei Yuan whispered a few words, Wei Yuan picked up the iron horn and issued a simple order: "All are there, attack, and occupy the enemy's fortress in front!"

A deafening and orderly shout sounded from under the gate: "Kill".

At this time, the pioneering army that received the order had already withdrawn from the front.

Wu Sanye and his group were also in the retreating queue.Since the main attack task was given up, no one was killed in today's battle.There were only two injured, and this time the third master was serving as a stretcher soldier, carrying his brother whose leg was broken by a shell to the field hospital.

I don't want to face the "army".

The third master was shocked at this moment, and handed the stretcher to the others: "You go on your own, and I will stay and watch the battle."

Although I don't have much contact with them, the third master and even all pioneer soldiers know that although these regular soldiers have official status and wear the skins of officers and soldiers, they are all private soldiers who followed the commander in chief to fight the world, with strict rules and adequate wages , Yishui's youth is young and strong, and he is the most elite.

And in the process of a few contacts, the veterans of the pioneering army could clearly feel that these young people with their nostrils turned up to the sky did not look down on them.

The motley crew, of course, are self-aware.Seeing the central army approaching, the third master silently moved away from the road, staring at the other's back with complicated eyes. Today's pioneer army is a bit embarrassing, and everyone hopes that these young people will show their talents and win Hongmaocheng to embarrass the commander. , and a little bit of calculation, I feel that the young people should also suffer a little loss and bleed a little.

The soldiers of the Guards Battalion, who had been thoroughly brainwashed by the time-traversing people using the military education methods of later generations, had no time to deal with the losers on the side of the road.The young people held their heads high and held their guns tightly in their hands, with pride on their faces and excitement in their eyes.

After crossing the buffer zone between the battlefields, soon, the soldiers in the 500 queue pulled out of the skirmish line.

After the straggler formation unfolded, it can be roughly seen that there are three or four floors.Soldiers on each floor should be at least 2 meters apart.In this way, a mere 500 soldiers occupied a considerable battlefield space, almost completely surrounding the front of the St. Paul's Fort.

"What kind of bird array is this?"

At this moment, the third master Wu who stayed in the middle of the battlefield and the generals sitting on the gate raised the same question.

The skirmish line familiar to later generations has completely overturned the common sense of the ancients.

Whether it is a general or Mr. Wu, in their growing years, the concept of "fighting after battle" has been part of their blood.

In the war of the cold weapon era, only groups can survive, whether it is street melee or battlefield fighting.The difference between them is nothing more than execution ability: the military formation can be made of tens of thousands of people, living and dying together; the brothers on the street are actually not bad, shoulder to shoulder when something happens, no one can run first and show their backs to the enemy.

In short, if you want to start a film, you must first end the formation.

However, the scene in front of me is indeed a bit "spicy".This kind of sparse scene with no formation at all was beyond Sanye Wu's imagination.

No matter what the people who eat melons think, the soldiers who have stepped out of the Brownian movement are still moving forward unswervingly.

At this time, the atmosphere became even more tense—similarly, the Portuguese on the Fortress were also a little confused. They could see half a head popping out from the crenel from time to time, and the Portuguese were probably also in shock.

Soon, everyone will no longer need to be suspicious.At the moment when the soldiers at the forefront stepped onto the 100-meter line, there was another thunderous cannon sound from behind.

The dense shells came across the air, passed over the friendly troops below, and hit the city wall with precision.

At the same time, the rear artillery positions and transport teams also started to set off.A group of four healthy horses and several 24-pound guns towed by a large number of manpower are rushing forward at a slow moving speed.

The Portuguese were stunned by this wave of shells. The "infantry coordination" is something so tall that it will be popularized in later generations. The smoothbore shells of this era have a large spread of impact, and no one can use this kind of tactics. Except for those who travel through.

Relatively high-end industrial smelting and processing technology, relatively precise tolerances, and more high-end sighting and measurement technologies, these future technologies that could not have appeared in this era have created an ancient and trendy scene: smoothbore gun + infantry infantry Artillery coordination tactics.

Several rounds of artillery shells that broke into it caught the Portuguese on the top of the city by surprise.The Portuguese did not expect that the besiegers below were already within 100 meters, and they dared to fire.

So the Portuguese paid the price, amidst the dull sound of shells landing, there were bursts of screams.

The attackers below were not at all affected by the shells passing overhead, and the skirmish line was still moving forward firmly.Not long after, the sunlight reflected by the front helmets was only 50 meters away from the fort.

50 meters is already the effective killing range of the matchlock gun.

However, no one on the city was playing cold guns at this time, and the Portuguese were busy dodging shells.In this way, the new recruits easily approached to a distance of only 30 meters from the fort.

Unexpectedly, the siege battle imagined by the Portuguese did not start.After the troops under the city moved to their positions, they immediately stayed in place, maintaining their original formation.

The artillery fire suppressing the top of the city finally stopped at this time.

The Portuguese lookout post at the corner of the Fortress quickly reported the situation to the officers hiding below: Although the siege troops did not make any other actions, the siege cannons in the rear kept moving forward, as if death was about to come .

The Portuguese panicked a little at this time, because once the siege battery approached to a certain distance, the gate and city wall of the fort might be destroyed by continuous shells.

"We must take the initiative to attack!" This is the only option for the Portuguese now.

Fortunately, at this time, the shells that kept covering the tower had stopped firing, so the Portuguese began to secretly move the musketeers and gunners up, hiding behind the crenels, and getting ready to shoot according to their previous experience.

Soon, the two ready-to-fire muskets in each hand were ready.Even under such a difficult environment, the small gun crew stooped and loaded several small guns at the risk of being covered by iron eggs.

Now everything is ready and only the wind is needed, as long as the arquebuses can cause chaos below, the gunners can deliver deadly shotguns.

The next moment, with the clear gunshot of the Portuguese officer, the soldiers hiding behind the crenel immediately repeated their tricks, shouted in unison, turned around and appeared behind the crenel, quickly set up their matchlock guns, ignited and fired.

The next moment, a neat row of gunshots sounded.

Almost [-]% of the Portuguese soldiers who exposed the crenel were pierced by bullets in the head or upper body after the sound of the gunshots, and the blood spattered. In the middle of the air, there was a final roar.

The murderers below the city wall were still shooting in a standard kneeling position.Seeing the death of the target assigned to them, the shooters expressionlessly opened the fire door of the [-]th cover in their hands, took out the ammunition, bowed their heads and began to reload.

Although the time-travelers can't make copper-cased bullets, resources such as lead bullets and black powder are no longer a problem for the Industrial Party.

As an old-fashioned unit that has gone through many generations, the soldiers of the Guards Battalion have the best military resources of this era.Soldiers can use firearms and live ammunition almost unlimitedly in their usual training. Even frequent training itself is a high-end resource that the army of this era does not have.

Therefore, at a distance of only 30 meters, in the first row of specially selected training top shooters, it is almost a hundred shots.What's more, the Portuguese didn't have the self-consciousness of the soldiers of later generations. They still had too much upper body area protruding from the crenel, leaving enough target area for the riflemen below.

Next, with this terrifying row of shots, a scene that made the defender's heart shattered appeared: no one, any limbs, or even parts of limbs, could stick out of the crenel.Once an object does not obey this law, it will be smashed to pieces in an instant.

And the stragglers below remained ruthlessly on standby.Occasionally, sporadic gunshots sounded, and the gunshots must have been screams from the crenel.

Seeing the corpses piled up on the city wall and the wounded tumbling and howling, the Portuguese officers were helpless.However, the time left for the Portuguese was running out—the sound of people shouting and neighing gradually became clearer, and the siege battery was in place.

(End of this chapter)