Ming Dynasty: Summoning game players at the beginning

Chapter 221 Trash~Trash
The Eight Banners' infantry had not arrived yet, but the cavalry that had circled behind them arrived first.

The 5,000 cavalry led by Commander Duoduo quickly arrived at the narrow hilly road northwest of Fuzhou and stopped to reorganize.

While the troops were being reorganized, Duoduo dismounted and walked to a mound, raising a telescope to observe the battlefield.

As Kong Youde's troops in the southeast corner came into view and his men were reorganized, Duoduo raised his arm and slashed forward, and the sound of the attack horn immediately spread throughout the valley.

Three hundred guards were left behind to defend Duoduo, while the remaining thousands of cavalry formed a dense cavalry line.

Gushan Beizi Nikan rode on horseback, raised his whip and pointed forward. Thousands of Qing soldiers waved their weapons, beat their chests, roared, and shouted, passing by him one by one.

After half of the soldiers had ridden past, Nikan rode forward and followed the troops.

The Qing cavalry jogged at first, then gradually picked up speed. The sound of thousands of cavalrymen's galloping hooves resounded across the earth, like a thousand war drums beating in unison.

Thousands of cavalrymen rushed forward like a black torrent, surging out from between two hills.

Accompanied by the incessant sound of horse hooves, the black torrent swept over the hills and then continued to rush towards the plain north of the city on the side of the hill, attempting to swallow up the timid prey hiding in the mule cart several miles outside the city.

At this moment, whether it was an auditory hallucination or the enemy's voice had penetrating power, Nikan vaguely heard a majestic roar, "Enemy cavalry is attacking!"

He subconsciously exerted force with his feet and stood up slightly with the help of the stirrups. He was shocked to see more than 800 Beiwei soldiers walking out of the mule cart formation and forming two thin horizontal rows in a well-trained manner.

The front row knelt on one knee, holding the bird gun in their hands, while the back row held the long axes, wooden sticks and other supports and placed the thick-barreled bird guns on the stands.

They just waited quietly, without paying any attention to the thousands of brave cavalrymen approaching in front of them.

For Duoduo and Nikan, who had never witnessed the "Taoist magic", the Ming army's bird guns could only shoot fifty or sixty steps.

However, these bird-gun soldiers did not hide behind the safety of mule carts. Instead, they resolutely walked out of the formation in pursuit of volley fire, and formed a weak line that was ecstatic for the cavalry.

Nikan originally planned to get close to the enemy, use a few rounds of archery on horseback to weaken the enemy's morale, and then send his elite troops to dismount and fight on foot into the chariot formation to fight the enemy fiercely.

As long as the infantry of the central army arrives and Kong Youde's cavalry arrives, the Ming army will be defeated by attacking them from three sides.

Unexpectedly, the strongest Beiwei Army would come out on their own to charge the cavalry, saving him the effort of close combat. It was really God's help!
Nikan raised the corner of his mouth and cursed the Beiwei Army inwardly for being dominated by arrogance and stubbornly advancing.

However, just as the joy of discovering the flaw had just entered Nikan's mind, he suddenly saw the Beiwei Army's bird-gun soldiers opening fire.

Hundreds of muskets in the front row fired in unison, spewing out white smoke tinged with fire, and then the sound of gunpowder exploding filled Nikan's ears.

When he saw the gunfire, Nikan thought that the Ming army's bird gun had misfired.

You have to know that the front row of Qing soldiers were still a certain distance away from the Ming army. In that era, if it were not for small cannons, it would be basically impossible to reach this distance.

However, the doubt in Nikan's mind only lasted for a moment before it disappeared.

He suddenly heard the sound of helmets, short armor and other metal materials colliding, like the crackling sound of hail hitting the roof in summer.

Screams and sounds of pain rang out almost simultaneously, warhorses neighed, riders howled. Dozens of cavalrymen in the front row fell to the ground, and the riders who fell off their horses were quickly trampled to pieces by waves of warhorses in the back row.

Bang bang bang!
The second round of volleys from the flat-mounted bird guns sprayed out thick white mist. The invisible bird gun bullets exploded and impacted the Qing soldiers' bodies, forming huge cavities in their bodies. Some bullets hit the armor, causing armor pieces to fly, indirectly killing three or four Qing soldiers around them.

The previous two rounds of volleys from the bird-gun soldiers could only kill or injure a hundred or so people. As the Qing cavalry got closer, the number of casualties of the bird-gun soldiers continued to rise. Before they got within two hundred steps of the bird-gun soldiers, the Qing soldiers had suffered more than three hundred casualties.

"Speed ​​up and charge!"

Nikan had no choice but to give the order to charge at a distance of two or three hundred steps, intending to rush forward in one go.

However, what surprised him was that when the Qing soldiers accelerated their charge, the bird-gun soldiers seemed to have misfired and did not fire a single shot until he stepped within two hundred steps.

Nikan quickly found his own answer in his memory. Could it be that the musketeer's musket had been fired so many times that the barrel became too hot and could no longer fire?
After all, this situation had occurred in the Ming army. Frequent shooting caused the bird guns to malfunction, and they were eventually wiped out by the Qing army due to their poor firearms.

Could this be a sign from heaven, promising victory for the Qing Dynasty?!

Suddenly, Nikan heard the enemy soldiers' shouts even clearer.

"Everyone prepare for rapid fire!"

Bison stared intently at the charging mounted boar and calmly listened to the players reloading their ammunition, the slight friction sounds of pulling the poke rod. Almost every player's reloading speed was almost the same.

"Bison" glanced at the ground in the distance. There were two short sticks arranged horizontally at calf height, and besides the short sticks there were also red wooden sticks at knee height.

This is both a death line for the musketeer and a trap unknown to both the enemy and us.

These infantrymen were originally used to block the enemy's flanking attacks, but unexpectedly they were caught up by the enemy cavalry.

Bison had never expected that the Qing troops would actually choose the battlefield set by the Beiwei Army for the decisive battle. The group of military experts who were discussing strategy and tactics were right.

The proud Eight Banners would not retreat in front of the Ming army and would do their utmost to defeat the enemy.

The players finished reloading, steadily raised their rifles, and calmly adjusted the position of the sights. They stared calmly at the hundreds of meters ahead. The furious, roaring Qing soldiers seemed to be under a spell, their movements and roars slowing considerably.

When the first Qing soldier in sight broke into the trap's dead line, all the front-line cavalry suddenly sank down, their horses' hooves stepped on the trip pits and they fell. The riders were thrown into the camouflaged grass and fell directly into the trench full of sharp stakes, where they were pierced by the sharp spikes.

Bison's expression suddenly turned ferocious. He slashed down his raised command knife, "First row! Open fire!"

Bang bang bang!
Hundreds of players in the first row pulled the triggers of their rifled flintlock rifles almost at the same time.

Hundreds of Minié bullets were pushed out by the energy of the gunpowder explosion, spun along the rifle's rifling, and then rushed out of the barrel and cut through the air.

The running Qing soldiers seemed to have hit an invisible thick wall head-on. A pungent blood mist suddenly burst out from the bodies of more than 200 people and horses, and then they fell to the ground and died. Before the Qing soldiers could react, the second round of volleys of banjo guns had already arrived.

A barrage of bullets poured down, and the Qing soldiers fell like weeds. The splattered blood filled the air, forming a thick blood mist.

"First row, let go!"

"Bison" roared at the top of his lungs, and the first row of guns that had finished reloading once again emitted white smoke and gunfire. Hundreds of bullets poured out, and before they could even utter a shrill roar, they pierced into the flesh of the Qing soldiers in an instant, bursting into blood-red roses.

Even the archers in the mule cart formation were shooting arrows to fill the firepower gap left by the volley of bird guns.

The Beiwei Army coordinated like twins with connected hearts. Every volley of bullets and arrows was coordinated perfectly, completely blocking any Qing soldiers who had escaped and rushed forward.

"Second row, let go!"

The buffaloes were roaring, the muskets were shooting, the enemy's bodies were bleeding and falling to the ground a hundred paces away, and a volley of arrows was flying over their heads.

Two rows of gun-wielding players stand in a staggered position, and every time an officer shouts an order, it will trigger a volley of fire.

They were like emotionless shooting machines, mechanically pulling the trigger, taking out the paper shell bullets, biting through the paper shells, pouring the granular black gunpowder into the gun, and then stuck the remaining paper shells wrapping the Minié bullets into the muzzle of the gun.

He quickly and skillfully pulled out the poke rod and thrust the Minié bullet into the bottom of the gun along the rifling. Finally, he picked up the "gunpowder pot" hanging around his waist and poured some black powder into the chamber of the bird gun.

Each reload takes up to 30 seconds, and some skilled players can complete the reload in 20 seconds.

Loading, prodding the rod, pulling the trigger, this boring set of loading and shooting actions is their spontaneous practice.

In order to beat the Tartars severely, they even took time out in real life to practice the movements of poking rods and stuffing objects.

Adrenaline is secreted rapidly, warm blood is pumped into the limbs, the eyes are bloodshot with excitement, and the murderous intent like a surging wave seems to break through the limits of the senses.

Players frantically speed up the process of reloading ammunition, speed up, speed up, and players want to shoot faster to kill enemies!
"Fire! Fire! Fire!" The officer's roar was mixed with the loud suona.

boom! boom! boom!
Hundreds of Qing soldiers fell in rows around the trip pits and trenches, as if they had hit an invisible curved wall of air.

The corpses of people and war horses continued to pile up and extend all around. The Qing cavalry could not even cross the trenches and the line of fire of the bird guns. The rear flanks of the chariot camp were almost everywhere with trip pits and trenches.

The Ming army had already made preparations to resist the cavalry!
The cries of the wounded greatly weakened the morale of the Qing soldiers. Many brave cavalrymen suddenly realized the horror of the Beiwei army. Some weak-willed Qing cavalrymen took advantage of their horses' instinctive slowing down and stopped, and quickly reined in their horses to retreat.

Nikan thought to himself that this was not good. If they continued to retreat, they would have to wait for the frustrated cavalry to recover their morale before organizing another charge.

The situation on the battlefield changes rapidly. Once you miss the opportunity to launch a joint attack, it will be difficult for the enemy soldiers to adjust their response strategies and then fight again.

"Can't retreat!"

As soon as Nikan finished speaking, he realized that the Beiwei Army's tight defense did not mean that the other Ming troops were as brave. He was fully capable of leading the cavalry on the verge of collapse to attack other Ming troops to the south, and he had Kong Youde's help.

"rush!"

Nikan waved his sword and pointed it forward. His stern military order was like a bright light illuminating the way ahead. The Qing cavalry, who were originally confused and depressed, immediately howled.

Seeing thousands of cavalry on the flank gradually retreating, the Eight Banners infantry arrived in the front.

Hundreds of players armed with guns retreated to the mule cart formation, but three hundred players armed with shovels, spears, steel knives, and wooden boards came out.

They killed the Tatars who were still alive one by one, took away the horses that had lost their owners, filled in some trenches and trip holes, and sorted out several spacious passages.

More than 20,000 Eight Banners soldiers, a mixture of strong and weak, were almost approaching the mule cart formation. Geng Zhongming, one of the infantry commanders, felt a little strange.

Why did the Beiwei Army, which was good at firearms, not fire its cannons, but instead the small cannons of other Ming armies were "scraping" the Eight Banners soldiers? The Eight Banners infantry even loosened their formations a little in advance, and they were all rows of wave-like infantry formations.

As he was riding on horseback and wondering, he suddenly saw a "wooden board" emerging from the ground where the infantrymen in front of him had stepped.

No! That's not a plank!
Instead, he was a fierce soldier wearing cloth clothes, but with a dark yellow cloth bag around his waist, holding a few "crystal bottles" in one hand.

He actually held up a "wooden table" with short legs, half buried in the ground, and let the enemy step on it for a long time.

What is even more surprising is that there are hundreds of such "death warriors". They lift up the wooden tables one after another and stand up from the ground. Even though they are surrounded by ferocious enemies, they are not afraid at all.

(End of this chapter)