The wind rises at the end of the Ming Dynasty

Chapter 41
The dark wave ahead is getting closer and closer.

As Zhou Changshou approached, he could already see the clothes of the people in front.

But there was still no military order to "raise the blunderbuss" from the army. Zhou Changshou's hands holding the blunderbuss were trembling uncontrollably.

Military law does not allow tilting his head, and he dare not close his eyes, he can only stare straight ahead.

Under the countless messy banners in front, most of the hungry people in the front were ragged, yellow and thin, and some even didn't even wear tops.

Chen Wang rode on the horse and watched the whole situation. His eyes were always focused on the direction of Zuo Qian's headquarters, and the tall Qian Zong Banner.

In the field battle formation against the enemy, a small formation is formed in each round, the four rounds and one division are combined into the middle formation, and the two divisions and one division are combined into the main formation.

The three parts are connected and echoed left and right, forming a large formation.

Open a large formation, against the enemy, a majestic formation, thousands of people line up to fight!

Eighty steps, seventy steps, sixty steps!

The black bandits swept in like a raging tide, and the ragged and hungry people howled crazily.

They looked crazy, their faces were flushed, and they rushed forward frantically, roaring and trying to dispel the fear in their hearts.

The distance between the two armies is sixty steps, which is already quite close, and there are only ten seconds left before the battle.

Zhou Changshou clenched the blunderbuss in his hand. He wanted to put his index finger on the trigger, but the screams in his ears made him stop.

An ear with blood flew past Zhou Changshou's ear and landed on the soil not far from his feet.

Zhou Changshou knew that there must be someone who couldn't help but want to fire the gun and be discovered by the soldiers supervising the battle.

He didn't dare to take any chances in his heart, no matter how fearful he was, he didn't dare to put his finger on the trigger, and he didn't dare to raise the blunderbuss horizontally.

"Bang!!"

A loud explosion sound suddenly came from the direction of Qian's headquarters.

Chen Wang's eyes froze suddenly, that was Ling Pao's voice!

In the line of sight, a fiery red command flag has been raised, and it is shaking wildly.

Chen Wang turned his head again, looked at the surging crowd in front of him, and roared angrily.

"Tiger crouching gun, shoot!"

Just as Chen Wang growled,

The vigorous sound of war drums came from Zuobu Qianzong's banner.

"Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!"

The rapid drumbeat spread throughout the 24 banners of the two divisions and eight bureaus on the left in an instant.

"Tiger crouching cannon, let it go!!!!"

A little before the gap between the small formations in each round, there is a tiger squatting cannon, and there are also one on the left and right wings, a total of nine.

The nine tiger squatting cannons were fired almost at the same time, and the huge roar was like thunder!

The gunpowder was ignited and suddenly turned into bright red flames and thick white smoke. The huge impact pushed hundreds of projectiles in the gun barrel. After the small projectiles flew out of the muzzle, they made a terrifying scream Roaring away, the world was even darkened.

The appalling shrill sound overwhelmed the sound of the golden drum, and also overwhelmed all human voices.

Like dense raindrops, the projectiles flew forward in a fan shape, easily breaking through the thin bodies of the hungry people in the front row.

At a distance of sixty steps, even wearing armor, it is difficult to resist the lead bullets fired by the tiger squatting gun, not to mention the fragile body of a human being.

Countless bloody arrows shot out from the bandit's line, and the hungry people in the front row who were the first to bear the brunt fell to the ground without even groaning.

Like a wheat field harvested by a scythe, it was instantly emptied, and the pungent bloody smell permeated the entire battlefield in just a moment, and the entire battlefield was even silent.

The terrifying lethality of the tiger squatting cannon instantly shattered the formation of the first wave of hungry people rushing straight forward.

Blood splashed all over Sun Yanzong's body. His face, chest, and hands were covered with blood. He stood there holding the spear in both hands, and his body was still in a forward posture.

He didn't understand why there were so many people in front of him just now, but it was empty in just a moment.

The huge roar made Sun Yanzong's consciousness blurred. The voices in his ears were as far away as the sky. He could only see the people around him constantly opening their mouths and talking, but he couldn't hear them clearly. What did you say.

The smell of rust in his mouth and nose was extremely unpleasant, and he wanted to vomit, but he had only drank a bowl of gruel since morning, so there was nothing he could vomit out of anger.

Those people in front who were still alive and kicking like him just now fell to the ground when the white gunpowder smoke rose and after the huge scream sounded.

Sun Yanzong looked terrified. Those who were hit by bullets in the pool of blood in front of him but were not dead were struggling in pain.

"Don't go back!"

"Go up, anyone who dares to retreat will die!"

The front line of the thieves has been completely thrown into chaos, and the first round of fire from the tiger squatting cannon has already defeated the fragile line of defense in the hearts of these hungry people.

Many of them have never seen a tiger crouching cannon, and many of them have never even left their hometown, let alone been on the battlefield.

The huge casualties instantly disintegrated his will and spirit to fight.

Some people were mentally disturbed and yelled and wanted to escape, but they were already chopped to the ground by the old bandit who supervised the battle within a few steps.

Some people were crying and begging for mercy, and dared not go forward, but the crowd behind them kept rushing forward.

Those old bandits who supervised the battle waved their sabers to drive away the hungry people around. Some people were pushed and fell to the ground, but the crowd was still moving forward, and no one came to help him. There is no sound.

After all, the tiger crouching cannon was unable to stop the pace of the hungry people. If they rushed forward to die, they would die if they walked backward.

The tiger squatting cannon had stopped after firing a round, but the steel knife behind it was killing non-stop. Those hungry people could only bite the bullet and continue to rush forward.

The stagnant crowd moved forward again.

At this time, Zhou Changshou also heard the military order he had been waiting for.

"Raise the gun!!!"

Zhou Changshou put down the blunderbuss in his hand, pulled the trigger, and looked forward with breathless concentration.

The weapons in their hands are also all kinds, some are holding kitchen knives, some are holding wooden spears, some are holding hoes, and some even just hold a wooden stick.

Zhou Changshou's heart suddenly skipped a beat, and he found that the faces of those people were also full of fear—it turned out that they were also afraid!
When he found that the other person was also scared, even more scared than him, Zhou Changshou's heart jumped a few times, and the fear that was originally in his heart dissipated a lot.

"put!"

The angry roar of the Chief Banner of the Bureau came to his ears, Zhou Changshou gritted his teeth and pulled the trigger suddenly.

The guns fired in unison, the deafening sound of firing the guns, and the flames and smoke emerged at the same time.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!!!"

With a distance of sixty steps, it has already reached the range where the blunderbuss can penetrate the armor. Among the thieves, only the fine cavalry and a few infantry officers can have armor. How can these hungry people have armor.

There was continuous sound of musket guns in his ears. Amidst the rising smoke, Zhou Changshou could clearly see that the bandit he was aiming at fell to the ground in pain after he pulled the trigger.

The gangster clutched his stomach, fell to the ground and rolled over, howling in pain, but his pain didn't last long, because he was soon overwhelmed by the surging crowd behind him...

(End of this chapter)