open sea

Chapter 1033
boom!
The tiger crouching cannon in front of the trench exploded a rain of iron, and the little tiger, whose production process is extremely simple, displayed a fierce attack in close combat. The three-step-long flame and gunpowder smoke were sprayed from the muzzle, and a piece of small stones, iron ore slag Guns, scrap iron flakes and small lead pellets gushed out, rushing towards the marching Swiss Army.

After six bombardments, Marshal Billund finally got tired of playing the game of 'I boom you call', and his infantry corps finally reached the trenches.

The fronts of the two armies were only thirty paces apart.

Thirty steps, the distance between life and death.

The twelve Swiss Legion phalanxes were fully unfolded. The soldiers at the front were pushing the organ gun carriages piled up with dozens of gun barrels in two or three rows. The smoke torch was ignited under the military order, and amidst the sound of the Swiss army drums, the originally calm monster suddenly became violent, and spewed continuous tongues of flames at the Han soldiers whose heads and shoulders were exposed on the edge of the trench.

Until the gunpowder in the last iron pipe burned out.

The Nanyang military officers on the Han territory jumped out of the trenches, shouted military orders with handaxes or knives in their hands, and fired guns in bursts between the trenches and the earth barriers.

The African soldier who had just lit the tiger squat gun had no time to retract his head back into the trench. His head was hit by several lead pellets one after another.

The next moment, with the loud noise of the tiger crouching cannon, he collapsed softly in the trench.

The Swiss mercenary pushing the organ gun cart struggled to use his shoulders against the gun cart to continuously shoot backwards, only to hear a loud noise not far away, and the illusion coming from his face made the last scene in his mind, which was the Italian peninsula During the exhausting march, the sea wind rolled fine sand and hit his face.

But he could no longer hold the halberd in his hand, and fell heavily to catch the piece of iron piercing through the fragmented body, not the beach of Genoa, but the iron pipes piled up on the wooden frame that were reddened by gunpowder. At this moment, he is not completely dead, and he should really be able to hear the final chapter of the music played by the organ.

The unsupported cannon carriage rose fiercely, and it only took three seconds to shoot all the remaining seventeen lead pellets into the air.

Such fighting took place on every inch of the long front except the right.

On the right wing of the Ming army, the battle was not as evenly matched as in other places. The two infantry regiments over there were exactly what Queen Margot said was the weak recruits of Marshal Biron. Qianhu of the Han Dynasty who was in charge of defending this direction clearly saw that the first army on the opposite side The musketeers on the left side of the first phalanx fired the first volley. At least [-] musketeers raised their muskets. After the shooting, at least [-] musketeers put down their muskets and retreated, but less than [-] musketeers spewed out flames. .

And whether these fire-breathing iron pipes really fired lead pellets... He didn't know, but none of the African soldiers who aimed Western-made muskets in the trenches were shot or injured.

If he was a "pampered" Qianhu of the Northern Army, he might not understand what happened at all, but as a Qianhu of the Han Dynasty, he understood, he understood very well.

Because of the lack of training and the nature of soldiers, this kind of problem is very, very, very, very... common among Han soldiers.

First of all, in the panic of loading, someone poured the gunpowder very accurately out of the muzzle, so half of the muskets did not fire.

Secondly, some people are not competent for the accurate loading work, and forget to put the lead shot after pouring the gunpowder, so some muskets only smoke but do not ring.

In the end, someone loaded it well but did not put a wrapping between the lead shot and the gunpowder. While picking up the musket, the lead shot slowly rolled out of the muzzle, so some muskets fired and smoked, but no lead was fired. pill.

Qianhu knew that this group of people was worse than his own soldiers.

Facts have proved that his judgment was very accurate. The soldiers in the trench faced each other for two formations, only to see one soldier after another fell to the ground in the opposite phalanx. From time to time, a few tiger squatting guns in front of the trench were fired.

The enemies in the phalanx fell in pieces. It looked scary. Compared with the huge size of a single large phalanx, it didn't kill too many enemies, but it was enough to scare the phalanx of recruits with sloppy equipment and training like a joke. With the screams, they ran away, driving [-]% of the recruits in the phalanx who didn't even see what the Han soldiers looked like, dropped their weapons and turned around and ran away.

The phalanx that followed was obviously better trained than them. At least the commander of the phalanx gave an order, and the drummers changed their tune, and the spears on the shoulders of the soldiers in front were retracted with a click. It took less than 20 seconds At that time, all of them turned back, took bigger steps than when they came, and walked back faster step by step.

What does this mean for Han Guoqianhu?
It's stable!

The four large legions rushed to the defense line. The left wing and the central army had just started fighting, but the right wing drove the enemy away. They were suddenly wider than the enemy on the battlefield.

One thousand soldiers of his own not only withstood the attack of nearly five thousand enemy troops, but also drove them away.

Then our pursuit and encirclement, isn't this a big victory?

When the war started, he had 120 and 120 men. After he gave the order to 'jump out of the trench and move forward', he still had [-] and [-] men, of whom only six had ankle sprains and none were killed.

Ten soldiers of the Hundred Household Department took big strides with muskets and spears in hand, marching forward with incomparable pride in a completely different style of painting from the robes of the left wing and the central army.

In the earth barrier of the second line of defense artillery positions, Yang Ce, the commander of the Han Dynasty, raised his hands and covered his face.

The messenger who was going to recall Qianhu on the right wing ran wildly, but was stopped before he could get away from Yang Ce's sight: "Don't go, it's too late. Let Qianhu from the Chinese army fill in the vacancy on the right wing, and let the Spaniards stay still ……quick."

As soon as the words fell, two groups of figures appeared on the small slope not far from the right flank of Qianhu. Six Franco cannons led by war horses were placed in position, and under the order of the officer with the soft hat and feathers, they launched an attack on them. bombardment.

Another group of people gathered at the bottom of the slope. It was more than two hundred knights of the royal standing army in full armor, horses and armor.

With the cover of two huge infantry regiments, they quickly moved to this position. At this moment, with the help of artillery bombardment, they raised their heavy cavalry spears and hung half swords in their hands to attack the rows of soldiers on the right wing of the Han Dynasty who were killed by shells. Charge.

The kicking horses came in an instant, and the soldiers who were too late to form the formation were scattered and slaughtered. Even if they formed a spear formation, they could knock down the knights and horses who were caught off guard, but those terrifying tin men could still rush in if they got up by chance. They hacked and killed in all directions, and they had no way to deal with it except smashing with their muskets.

The fighting spirit of the army disappeared without a trace. Except for a few knights who went straight to the army, more knights charged all the way to the trenches. The Qianhu Department of the Chinese Army who filled the vacancy shot down the horse with a musket.

But more people got off their horses, not avoiding the stray bullets and the Han soldiers climbing out of the trench with axes and spears. They worked together to move the horses away and make way for the cavalry behind.

One by one, the knights rushed into the trenches, and the screams from the right wing were much more tragic than any battle at any time and anywhere.

Yang Ce was burning with anxiety, he raised his arms and pointed to the front of the formation, and looked to his side who was one of the very tall black soldiers under Yang Ce's command who did not wear military uniforms.

He was tall and thin, and his eyes were narrow and narrow like lines.

He wears an iron hat on his head, revealing the braided braids of his hair, a piece of red cloth around his waist, and another piece of red cloth slanted over his shoulders, all with black stripes.

The combination of the rug and the Ming-made mountain armor under it resembles the bare-shoulder war robe that Chen Lin loves to wear. He holds the Spanish iron shield in one hand, and the iron head that says whether it is long or short in the other hand. long gun.

"Matha, take your people to kill them and stabilize my line."

The right wing of the Ming army's first line of defense was being completely defeated. The two phalanxes arranged by the French Royal Army also switched positions. The two huge phalanxes with 6000 people tightly formed a phalanx and steadily marched towards the trenches.

Before long, like a flood over a dike, they would drown everything, enter the trenches on the right flank, and occupy the entire line of defense.

However, Chen Jiujing at the head of the city of Bordeaux was slowly letting go of his veined hand tightly clenched on the city wall, and a smile gradually appeared on his face looking at the right-wing front. He muttered softly, not knowing what he was doing Ask who: "There is no one like me on the right wing, right?"

In the south of the battlefield, smoke and dust rose everywhere.

The Imperial Jurchen Cavalry is stabbing at the flank of the French Royal Infantry Legion with the sharpest posture, and the heavy iron hooves will crush everything.

At the head of the city of Bordeaux, the young general was tall and straight. He turned his head to the guerrilla general of the Baishan Battalion who was standing beside him, slowly raised his hand on the head of the city, and pushed him straight forward. He said, "General Huang, Artillery blasted the cavalry to scatter the eight formations."

"So that they can know that it's not a gadget like Han, but the voice of Daming."

Accompanied by the old-fashioned military salute of the guerrilla general kneeling down on one knee and clasping his fists, amidst the loud sound of "obedience", Huang Xi presented four newly made cotton earplugs with his open palms.

　Good morning!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)