Severe pain!

Saigo Takahiro felt a sharp and piercing pain in his right chest!

He quickly looked down and saw a hole two or three fingers wide suddenly appeared on the right chest of his ashigaru armor, and... there was red liquid spurting out from the hole!

This, this seems to be human blood!

Saigo Takahiro was not sure at first. Although he was a dignified-looking samurai, as burly as a big bear, standing among a group of short Ashigaru was extremely incongruous and very intimidating. But he was also very intimidating.

Precisely because of his appearance, he rarely fought with people, never chopped anyone, and never even saw human blood. He used his right hand that suddenly trembled for unknown reasons to dip a little of the blood that could spurt out from his body.

Then I put the red liquid in my mouth and licked it...it was indeed blood!

Xixiang's head was buzzing and he was filled with damn fear!

Unexpectedly, it was the first time he saw so much blood, and it was all his own blood!

What's going on? Xixiang thought to himself: Well, why am I bleeding? Ah! Could it be that I was hit by a Ming Dynasty farmer's bullet? How is this possible? The distance is so far! It's not like a musket can be fired 30 steps away.

Can't hit anyone? Why did you hit me? Is it because my character is too bad...or am I too big? Alas! If I had known that I would be able to attract bullets, I shouldn't be so greedy.

!

When Saigo Takahiro thought of this, his whole body softened, and he didn't know where all the strength in his body had gone. He couldn't stand steadily anymore, staggered and fell down!

At this time, there were screams, shouts, roars and gunshots like fried beans in his ears.

Saigo Takahiro tried his best to turn his huge head, looked around, and found that he was not the only one who fell down, but they were all lying on the ground!

Were these all killed by farmers from the Ming Dynasty with red muskets?

How is this possible!

Woo woo woo...

Just when Xixiang's breathing became more and more difficult and his eyelids became heavier and heavier, he suddenly heard the faint sound of charging horns amidst the din of the battlefield.

A charge is about to begin! Saigo thought to himself: Are the warriors from Sazhou about to charge?

"Kill me..."

"Kill me!"

The last thing Saigo Takahiro heard was the shouts of the Japanese samurai as they charged!

It turned out that Kiyoo Nene, who was in front of the formation and commanded the attack by the ten musketeers belonging to the Ashigaru Division, gave the order for the entire team to charge.

He had discovered that the Ming army's musketeers were surprisingly good at shooting, and they shot hard and accurately. However, the more than a thousand musketeers did not even use volleys, but used scattered long-distance shooting to kill and injure their own team.

At least one or two hundred Sazhou warriors were knocked down by the bullets of the Ming army!

If the Sazhou warriors continue to advance at the current speed and fire volleys within 30 steps, then the Ming army's muskets can kill at least four to five hundred of their own people...that's a one-third loss.

What a rate!

Even Sashu warriors may not be able to withstand such a loss rate, right?

Unwilling to fail, Ni Nekiyo made a prompt decision and gave the order for the entire team to charge.

Hearing the sound of the charge, the Japanese musketeers, who had been a little dazed by the Ming army's long-range shooting, immediately mustered up their fighting spirit as if they had been given blood, and jumped forward with strange screams.

"Zui Zu..."

Xie Xun blew his whistle desperately. He was blowing a rally whistle, a whistle that ordered his subordinates to form a platoon. At this time, he was also with the man who was killed by a lead bullet from the Ming army sixty steps away.

Saigo Takahiro was equally surprised.

What surprised him was that the Japanese soldiers on the opposite side actually had the courage to launch a group charge after being knocked down by so many people with precise flintlock fire from their own marines!

Moreover, more than 40 big bird boats on the sea were still hitting the backs of the Japanese soldiers with explosive shells one after another to block their reinforcements... In this kind of life-threatening gun before and after,

Despite the presence of mountain artillery and heavy casualties, they actually advanced instead of retreating!

What are they crazy about?

On the muddy tidal flats, more than a thousand Ming Army marines who had landed on the tidal flats quickly formed double rows in the face of the sudden Japanese charge. Thousands of people pulled out two "slender" red lines on the tidal flats.

Then they were stacked together.

The Japanese samurai were still charging. They barely maintained their five-row horizontal formation. Everyone was holding a matchlock and charging forward while shouting strangely.

"Reload! Reload quickly!"

While Xie Xun was giving orders loudly, he skillfully inserted a bullet wrapped in silk into the barrel of the gun, and then pressed it tightly with a purge. Then he leveled the gun, put the butt of the gun on his shoulder, and aimed the muzzle at a white-headed warrior in front of him.

(wearing a strange white fur headdress), but did not fire, but waited for orders.

Just now it was long-distance diffuse shooting (free fire), this time it’s going to be close-range volley!

It is much easier to fire a volley at close range than diffuse fire. How could the Ming army's marines not do it?

Historically, European line infantrymen liked to bring the enemy closer and fire volleys. The biggest reason was insufficient training. Most line infantrymen were worthless consumables. They usually only received a few weeks of training and their marksmanship was not good.

Okay, and there aren't that many high-quality flintlock guns for them to use. It's impossible to shoot from a distance, so it's more powerful to fire a volley at a closer distance.

The marines of the Ming Army were all elite veterans with sufficient training, good quality muskets, and high psychological quality. They would not be intimidated by Japanese musketeers who were blathering blindly.

"Forty steps, thirty-seven steps, thirty-five steps..." Xie Xun's platoon stood at the front, mentally estimating the enemy's distance. When he read thirty-five steps, his

There was also a layer of cold sweat on his forehead.

At this distance, a low-level gunner can use a mediocre matchlock gun and have a relatively high probability of hitting a humanoid target...

"Bang bang..."

The Japanese muskets fired!

It was not a salvo, but sporadic shooting. Some of the advancing Japanese samurai gunners fired their matchlocks out of nervousness or confidence.

These warriors are undoubtedly very brave warriors, but it does not mean that they will not be afraid, nor does it mean that they only need one or two months of training to become the best warriors - Xie Xun and his navy

Marines are all veterans who have been in the army for more than five years and participated in many bloody battles. Everyone has military exploits! Moreover, they have also received strict training from "997" for a long time! Today's combat effectiveness is poured out with sweat and blood!

In fact, none of the Sashu samurai have ever been on the battlefield - Japan's last war, the Shimabara Rebellion, was twenty years ago. Those who participated in the Shimabara Battle are at least uncles now.

Does not meet the age requirement for the Saskatchewan Army Corps...

Therefore, on a battlefield filled with smoke and the smell of death everywhere, these young warriors were inevitably panicked, and it was not surprising that they opened fire without receiving orders.

Nie Kiyoo was so nervous that he could hardly breathe. Although he was walking behind his troops, he was still so nervous that he didn't even notice that his soldiers were shooting indiscriminately!

However, the indiscriminate shooting of the Japanese musketeers was not useless. Because the distance was close enough and the formation of the Ming army was particularly dense, several people were still hit by bullets...

"Fengxian, the distance is close enough. Let's charge after volleying!"

At this time, one of Kiyotomi's retainers reminded him loudly.

"Okay, stop moving forward and unite the team!" Kiyoo Kiyo also had no idea. Hearing what someone said, he immediately followed the instructions.

"Bang bang..."

Just when the Japanese army stopped advancing and began to organize their formation, the harsh sound of gongs suddenly sounded, which was the signal for the Ming army's musketeers to fire a volley.

"Hit!" Xie Xun shouted, and then pulled the trigger. The flintlock gun in his hand shook violently. A hot lead bullet was pushed out of the gun chamber by the explosive gunpowder, and rolled forward. However,

In an instant, he shot down the "white-headed warrior" directly in front of him!

"Bang bang..."

Two more gongs sounded, this was the order to charge!
Chapter completed!