The cavalry charge was like an overwhelming force, and Senggelinqin ignored all the tentative attacks. He did not want to give these pirates a chance to adapt. He wanted these pirates, who were like frogs in the well, to learn an unforgettable lesson.

Senggelinqin's position had a very good view, and he could see flat farmland. The battle formations of the escort troops in the wilderness were shrinking together.

They were scared.

This is what Seng Gelinqin thinks.

Gao Ming also felt the pressure of cavalry from all directions.

Originally, he planned to bring these people closer and then fight. This way, he could consume more of the opponent's troops before they collapsed.

But now, he still gave up his greed.

Sometimes in war, greed is very taboo.

"Start shooting."

As the command flag in the center waved, the commanders of the squadrons on the periphery gave orders to fire.

Rifled guns can shoot at a group of charging cavalry from a distance of 500 meters. This is how a Russian cavalry division was annihilated by a British infantry regiment on the Crimean battlefield.

In the end, there were no casualties in the British infantry regiment.

"Bang bang bang..." Intensive gunfire sounded continuously.

The soldiers fired back and forth alternately according to the three-stage shooting method. They used Minie rifles and flash caps. The average soldier could shoot three rounds per minute without any problem.

After three rounds of shooting, the gunfire was basically continuous.

Before the Qing army could clearly see the appearance of the escort, some knights in the front row kept falling to the ground.

The artillery and rocket launchers in the middle of the position also started firing.

However, shelling is like a drumbeat in the middle of shooting and cannot play a major role.

Most of the Qing cavalry were still shot down by musketry.

The expression on Senggelinqin's face did not change. He knew that this was the pain that the cavalry had to face before victory.

He did not adjust his tactics, but ordered all the cavalry to speed up. He knew that as long as he rushed into the opponent's formation, or even approached the opponent's formation, the infantry would panic.

From his perspective, he could indeed see that the cavalry's forward line was approaching the pirate phalanx step by step.

But between the two armies, the number of cavalry corpses was gradually increasing.

Mo Rigen felt as if he had been blessed by Buddha. He was a Mongolian cavalryman with a white flag.

The knights around him fell one by one, but Morigen was never hit. He even opened his arms and taunted the rogue infantry on the opposite side.

More and more cavalry were following behind. Morigen rushed to the front, and he felt that those behind him were following him.

At this moment, Mo Rigen felt like a general leading an army.

Although they have been ideologically castrated by the Manchus for hundreds of years, some Mongolian knights still have a heroic dream in their hearts.

Some people still remember that they are descendants of Genghis Khan.

There were only two hundred steps away, and the cavalry fell faster at this distance.

But Mo Rigen was still fine.

From the perspective of the cavalry, two hundred steps is only a short distance.

Morigen could even hear the "whoosh" sound of bullets flying past his ears.

"Don't panic, aim and shoot in front of you, and reload according to the steps. We still have a big weapon, let them charge."

The hands of some recruits in the phalanx began to shake, which affected their speed of reloading ammunition.

Fortunately, the ammunition of the escort army is all fixed ammunition, otherwise someone would really make a mistake.

The squadron commander is the core of the grassroots command in the escort army. They have brought out big weapons to boost morale.

This really makes everyone feel more at ease. Thinking of the terrifying firepower, aren't these cavalry still targets no matter how many times they come?

"Commander, these Qing cavalry are really resilient. You see, they must have lost nearly one-third. The cavalry behind them are still rushing forward." Standing next to Gao Ming was a tall, thin man with a round face. A slender man with an upright body.

This person is none other than Gao Ming's detachment chief of staff, Cheng Zhi. He is a staff officer who graduated from a Chinese military academy and has also practiced in the General Staff Headquarters for a period of time.

"Chief of Staff, I think it's not the Qing army's willpower that's strong, but our firepower is so strong and the killing speed is so fast that the soldiers behind the Qing army don't even react. And they are cavalry. It’s hard to stop at such a speed.”

There was even a bit of excitement on Gao Ming's face. He continued: "That's fine. If they escape, it will be almost impossible for us to chase them."

In the gaps between the guards' formations, there were always some groups that remained motionless.

Each group consists of five soldiers. The five people surround a mysterious object covered with oilcloth. Looking at the raised outline on the oilcloth, this thing seems to be a small-caliber artillery piece.

Each defensive position has about five groups. They are in the middle of the front-line combat squadron formation.

Quietly waiting for the moment of harvest.

There was even a middle-aged man wearing blue trousers and shorts beside Gao Ming. The man wore a pith sunhat and looked like a factory technician.

This person is an army technician sent by Mawei Ordnance Factory.

They need to observe the use of new equipment and be responsible for maintenance work.

"Commander Gao, are our things still useful? Don't use them now. It will be difficult to encounter such a cavalry group charge in the future," the technician said.

Gao Ming had been observing the movements on the battlefield, and he felt that he could block the opponent's attack just by relying on muskets.

However, after listening to the technician's words, he suddenly realized that when he wanted these weapons, the head of state also attached other conditions, that is, he was asked to test the actual combat performance of this weapon on the northern plains.

"Okay, Feng Gong, we will use it soon. Our infantry's shooting speed is decreasing, and the enemy is getting closer. Let's get closer later." Gao Ming nodded.

Mo Rigen had rushed to fifty meters despite the enemy's bullets. Behind him was a group of soldiers. They all noticed that Mo Rigen seemed to be okay, so they all gathered behind him.

Maybe there really is such a thing as body protection, and the guards' bullets just can't hit him.

Some sharpshooters in the phalanx had discovered this Qing knight. They specifically aimed at the opponent and shot, but the bullets still missed.

Morigen could already see the expressions on the faces of the pirates in front. Some of them were calm, some were frightened. The officers were loudly suppressing their soldiers.

Morigen bent his bow and set an arrow, and the people behind him followed him. Dozens of feathered arrows flew forward relying on the initial speed of the war horse.

On the guard line, five or six soldiers were immediately hit by arrows and fell to the ground.

Morigen drew out his saber with a proud smile on his face.

When your horses rush into the opponent's phalanx, these people will immediately turn into a group of sheep.

At this moment, Mo Rigen saw several soldiers on the opposite side lift up the oilcloth, revealing something with a metallic luster.

This thing looks like a cannon, but it is shorter than a cannon. It is mounted on a two-wheeled gun carriage. It does not have only one barrel like a cannon.

This thing was made up of several pipes tied together. The simple-minded Mongolian cavalry thought it was a musket similar to a three-eyed gun.

Two soldiers were seen lifting the gun by holding its tail. Another soldier began to turn the crank handle on the back of the gun.

The barrels began to rotate around the central axis.

Mo Rigen's intuition seemed to feel that death was coming at this time.

Sure enough, the barrel of the gun was pointing in the direction of him. The heated bullets shot out from the barrel one after another. Because the speed was too fast, the heat generated by the propellant formed tongues of flame at the muzzle.

The soldier shaking the handle seemed to have found the feeling, and the speed of the handle was getting faster and faster.

The gun spit out bullets faster and faster.

This bullet is completely different from the one just now, like raindrops, densely packed.

This time, even the Buddha could not protect Mo Rigen, and only flowers of blood appeared on his body.

The bullets of the heavy machine gun are so powerful that the tapered brass-coated lead bullets can easily tear off a person's entire arm.

Mo Rigen at the front was beaten into a sieve together with his maroon war horse.

The addition of the Tempest machine gun greatly increased the morale of the escort.

In fact, the machine guns were no longer needed at this time. But in order to test their continuous shooting ability, the machine gunners still extended their fire towards the front.

The machine gun's muzzle seemed to extend from a death's scythe. Wherever it was swung, a large number of enemies would fall.

"What the hell is this?" Senggelinqin put down the telescope in his hand and looked at the battlefield with a shocked expression. On the battlefield, his cavalry were being harvested at an incredible speed.

As a general, seeing his soldiers falling in pieces, a feeling of despair arose in his heart.

No one could answer his question. No one had ever seen such a musket. It did not need to be loaded, and the bullets from the muzzle continued to shoot out.

"It's really as fast as lightning. Could it be that this pirate knows magic?" said a lieutenant next to him.

The deputy general wanted to call it a electric gun, but he thought it was too ambitious and did not say it.

"Retreat, retreat quickly." Seng Gelinqin finally couldn't hold on anymore.

The five thousand cavalry under his command are all elites of the Manchu and Mongolian Eight Banners. If they are all wasted here, can the court let him go?

There was a layer of dense sweat on his forehead. He was afraid.

Ming Jin's voice sounded.

Those cavalrymen who had not yet charged finally breathed a sigh of relief. The strange guns spitting out tongues of fire became everyone's nightmare.

They saw the knight who was almost torn to pieces by bullets. Even the tenacious war horse was killed instantly.

If they encounter the escort next time, no one will dare to rush forward like a stupid young man.

When death was still a matter of probability, many people would think about gaining wealth through risk.

But when death becomes a 100% thing, except for those who regard death as home, who can not be afraid?

On the battlefield, how many people are truly not afraid of death?

Just when they thought they could survive by turning around, these people were wrong. The flames of the machine gun continued to extend forward, sweeping at the fleeing cavalry.

Except for those scattered cavalry, as long as they approach together they will be harvested.

God knows how many cavalrymen were able to escape in the end. Do these escaped cavalrymen still have the courage to continue fighting?

Because they were fleeing in all directions, there were only a few hundred cavalry left by Senggelinqin's side.
Chapter completed!