open sea

Chapter 988 Arithmetic
When the first shot of artillery sounded at the head of the Gulf Bastion, the rhythm of the battle was suddenly accelerated.

The two-pound cannon and the five-pound cannon fired at the enemy's front line at the same time, and the heavy shells crossed a parabola and fell into the formation. Rolling off his legs and feet, he finally fell heavily into the turf that was mixed with flesh and blood.

After only a short silence, the breech-loading guns of the French army also bombarded the Xiyong Battalion. They were still immersed in the "inertia" of retreating all the way. Coming over, Juan's phalanx was about to be broken up by a few small shells.

Fortunately, Carlos in the back ordered the phalanx to take [-] steps forward in time to hold Juan's three phalanxes, and there were friendly troops on both wings, which stopped the chaos of the company that had lost several masters.

One after another, military orders sounded in each square in front of the formation of the two armies. The French square continued to advance with weapons in hand, preparing for the next breakthrough battle. .

In the eyes of Chen Jiujing on the city wall, everything was progressing very quickly. The artillery not far away only projected three rounds of artillery fire on the enemy's formation, and the French infantry phalanx had already started shooting.

Muskets, steel crossbows, and longbows fired alternately on the way forward, and the eight phalanxes of the front army also fought back with arquebuses and crossbows at a 'distance' distance of [-] steps.

The most eye-catching thing is naturally that the phalanx of the two armies approached quickly while emitting gunpowder smoke, until they reached an extremely cruel distance, a spear.

The musketeers and crossbowmen outside the spear formations of both sides fired guns and arrows in the direction where the spears could reach. The veterans in the front row of the company were fleeting like consumables. They make up their positions by accident, stabbing the enemy or being stabbed by the spear, lying on the ground waiting for comrades or enemies to step over.

In the battle of soldiers against generals, the French commander found that he had a bye in the middle of the four companies.

There was no enemy in front of them, and they could either drive straight to attack the enemy array below the bastion, or divide their troops to support the opposing phalanx.

It seems that Chen Jiujing intentionally left a gap in the central army, which made the two earl commanders of the French army notice that they changed their usual tactics of roaming the two wings of the knight squadron to wait for an opportunity to destroy the flanks. The scattered knights regrouped to the central army, and then followed the four A company with no enemies in front of it moved towards the middle of the battlefield.

"General, the enemy cavalry is moving... General, what are you doing?"

The North Korean guerrillas ran from the protruding fort on the right side of the bastion to remind Chen Jiujing who seemed indifferent to the gathering of enemy cavalry. As a result, when he ran a hundred steps in a hurry, he found Chen Jiujing drawing on the city wall with his head down and holding a charcoal pen. draw it!
Hearing his cry, with a serious expression of deep thought, he raised his hand around his chest with his left hand to signal him not to speak.

At the same time, his right hand kept writing on the battlements. Huang Xi couldn't see what was being painted on several steps away. He only knew that there were Chinese characters and pictures, which was very complicated.

Seeing the cavalry of the Western Army complete their assembly and slowly march towards the Central Army, the more the enemy advanced, the more anxious Huang Xi became. Seeing the enemy infantry crossing the center of the battlefield and continuing to move forward, even the sweat dripped from his forehead Flowed down the gap of the helmet.

Even though he doesn't know much about European combat methods, he can clearly see the situation on the battlefield right now. Each phalanx has been in a state of anxiety within a moment of contact. The phalanx is stuck together, and at this time, even if you want to retreat, you can't retreat.

At this moment, a phalanx of 300 men belonging to the Juan mercenary regiment on the left wing of the front army was completely defeated during the continuous flank bombardment of the two Francois machine guns and engaged the enemy. The spearmen behind dropped their weapons Running backwards, the soldiers who were still resisting in front lost their support and were killed in an instant. Some musketeers simply raised their muskets above their heads and knelt down to beg for mercy.

The same plot is about to happen to the two companies on the right wing, and the soldiers in the rear of the company have shown signs of fleeing.

The infantry formations of the enemy have already joined the battle, and their own formations are next to them. Their parabolic artillery can no longer provide support for the infantry, but the enemy's Francois machine guns walking with the formation can launch direct fire from the flanks.

The form of the battle is very unfavorable to them. It is only a matter of time before they continue to be defeated. Even if they get heavy artillery support, they will have to wait for the seven companies of the former army to be defeated. What else can they use to fight against the French who are suppressing the army?
Just as the second company began to be defeated, Chen Jiujing suddenly took a deep breath, raised his hand and squeezed it fiercely on the battlement, erasing all traces, then turned to Huang Xi and said, "One hundred and one hundred steps, all The artillery is adjusted to the firing angle of [-] paces, follow my orders."

After finishing speaking, he said to the messenger waiting by his side: "Order Kang Gulu to mount his horse, open the city gate, and order the cavalry of Franco's troops on the two wings to prepare to outflank, and the Jurchen infantry of the Baishan Battalion to leave the trench."

Huang Xi was stunned for a moment, and without asking any questions, he immediately ordered his subordinates to shout a few times in Korean, and the North Korean musketeers carrying blunderbuss rushed to the left and right, sending orders to the artillerymen in charge of the artillery one by one.

For each artillery, the small-caliber guns were adjusted to raise the angle of fire, and the large-caliber guns were raised to raise the tail, and the entire city wall came alive.

The messenger waved the flag twice at the top of the city, and Kang Gulu, who had been waiting below, buckled up his helmet and shouted twice, and more than a hundred Jurchen warriors mounted their horses one by one, waiting at the bottom of the city with spears, and the city gate creaked and slowly opened.

Chen Jiujing looked over the trenches below the city and the neatly arranged Carlos phalanx, and looked at the four French army phalanxes that were about to reach the expected distance in the distance. The slowly walking knights had gradually dispersed in the middle of the battlefield, and their intentions continued. It's obvious - spread out from the center and attack the flanks of each phalanx to win across the board.

"On the left side of the Chinese army, the nearest Fayi phalanx, 64 gates are ready to aim."

The order was conveyed mechanically, but Huang Xi's brain was still in a daze. Hearing what the general meant...was he going to use 64 cannons to shoot at the Fayi phalanx?

There were only 300 people in that phalanx!

The generals will be judgmental and hesitant about the order, but the soldiers will not. The artillery on the battlements that have already adjusted their shooting angles are aimed at the same time, and the voices of each artillery are ready one after another, until Chen Jiujing waved down his hand holding the command flag. , the messengers behind shouted in unison: "Let go!"

boom!
The huge and continuous boom sounded like the sky was falling.

Cannons of various calibers and sizes fired at the same target in the distance on the east wall of the bastion almost at the same time. The recoil of the salvos of the cannons made people feel the shaking through the thick and high walls under their feet. People stood up uncontrollably.

Countless sounds crashed into their ears, even if the artillerymen stuffed cotton in their ears, it didn't work, their heads hurt and their eyes stared, but they could see the command flag still waving, repeating the reloading, and the muzzle pointing to the right. The command to aim half an inch.

Covering his ears, Chen Jiujing looked at the almost plowed land where the shells landed where the phalanx once stood, showing an expression of incomparable joy and an innocent smile. Although his left ear hurt badly, it did not prevent him from opening his mouth and talking to himself with a smile. talk.

At this moment, no matter how loudly he used his voice, no one in the city could hear him for a while, but he was still talking.

"None of you can escape. The little grandpa has calculated your escape speed and the reloading speed of my artillery. You cannot escape the range of my artillery."

At the end, he even took off the bloody hands covering his ears, clenched his fists and shouted loudly in front of him: "Everyone must die!"

　Good morning!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)