Whether it is Jeddah or Fatty Wen, they have been able to perform battlefield adaptation training under various conditions during training in the wild * combat subjects.

But training can never replace real battles.

If it weren't for Ding Junyue's kick, he might have been just a coward who would never be able to get on the battlefield.

It was this kick that kicked him back, the one who had received nearly two years of strict exercise training.

"Twelve people in the first squad, but seven people were injured, and two people were injured, and two people were not responded..." This was the first squad leader of the first platoon of the third company shouting loudly to Ding Junyue, who was taking over command, and the other squads also began to yell and report in the rain of arrows, "Twelve people in the third squad, but nine people were killed, and three people were killed, including the chief and deputy squad leader, I am Mu Zhongqiu!", "Twelve people in the second squad, but four people were injured, and five people were killed..." This was the second squad leader who ran out of the squad leader just now. The remaining four people did not disintegrate, but because they were by the side of the fourth squad, and the squad where Ding Junyue was located was the only team that kept the damage-free, which made the remaining personnel of the fourth squad feel that they had some support.

Ding Junyue felt that the left hand that supported the big shield had begun to feel sore, but she really had no time to think about it. Before she knew it, all the survivors in the first row of the third company behind the chest wall were already waiting for her to issue orders to save themselves and take on this responsibility.

"Second Class 1, squad 3 approaches me, shield!" Ding Junyue's voice was hoarse, but she couldn't stop. Nothing could stop her. Whether it was the rain of arrows or those enemies who were surging in the darkness, looking at the fifteen figures carrying shields and crawling down towards her from both sides, Ding Junyue's heart was a little calmer. Yes, she and them had practiced it. How to deal with such a battlefield situation, as long as they stabilized, as long as they were calm, "Second Class 4 has them, kneel and hold a gun! Prepare!"

Although Class 3 and Class 1 carried shields to cover the front, they were wearing the same shape of chicken breastplate. As long as they did not turn around and run out of the face and limbs, they would basically be hit by feather arrows and limbs, they would basically not be in danger of life.

But this is just a theoretical concept.

On the rainy arrow feather, no theoretical concept can bring any safety to people.

Fortunately, they are well-trained.

Especially after Ding Junyue put down her shield and handed over her safety to the classmates of Class 1 and Sanyuhe. The students of Class 4 subconsciously completed the movements that they had repeated thousands of times when they were at a loss. That was to obey the commands, obey the commands, and do the movements.

Twelve rifles quietly poked out from the gap between the shields on the edge of the chest wall. Ding Junyue did not use the rifle she was assigned to, but flew the rifle of the injured student and his belt with a bullet box and a fire medicine bag. The cavalry of the grassland continued to shoot. They heard the screams and moans and crying in the camp, which was very good for them, and it was no different from the Ming army they had attacked before. Then the continuous rain of arrows made these Ming people lose the last bit of will to resist and fall into a collapse and flee. Then the men in the grassland could receive bows and arrows, draw their swords to charge, and everything calmed down to harvest spoils. If not unexpectedly, then the Chi Jun Nayan and Qi Suta Nayan would argue with each other because of the issue of distribution of spoils. As before, yes, everyone was familiar with this work.

"Let it go!" Ding Junyue issued a movement order, and fireworks were sprayed out from the twelve barrels, and there were also a large amount of smoke caused by the burning of black fire medicine. In an instant, three or four horses fell down with a tragic head. It is an undeniable fact that the smoothbore gun was not accurate, but in the face of such a dense rush, there was another fifty-step volley with support. Unless the gun was deliberately turned to the sky, it would be more difficult for these students who had been trained for nearly two years to miss it than to hit it.

The gunshots like fried beans sounded from behind each section of the chest wall. There was not only one in Thunder Academy. Ding Junyue was awake. "Squad 4th, back-loading the bullets, squad 1 and squad 2 held guns, abandoned shields, and shot on kneeling positions, preparing..." Ding Junyue decisively asked squad 1 to put down the shield, leaving nine shields, which made many more spaces in front and above the chest wall. From time to time, feather arrows fell and hit the armor, making a sound that made people feel sour when sliding.

At this time, no one hesitated or hesitated. It was not that they were particularly brave, but that the gunshots brought them back to a familiar scene. On the training ground, they trained like this again and again, starting with a coercion and a bulky wooden fork, and later they fired the gun. They were used to retreat after the classmates in the front row fired, and then they took a step forward according to the command and prepared to shoot.

Ding Junyue picked up another injured classmate on the ground, loaded the musket, aimed at the front and shouted: "Let it go!"

The second round of launch was still twelve rifles, and the first and second squads combined happened to be eleven people.

But the results of the battle were better than the previous round. After Ding Junyue passed through the smoke, she vaguely saw at least three Tartars falling off the horse, and several war horses that were shot and neighing. She immediately issued an order: "Squad 1 and 2 take two steps back and load; Squad 3 holds guns, abandons shields, shoots on kneeling, prepare, and release!"

It is hard to say whether it is because of the decrease in arrow rain that a grassroots commander like Ding Junyue issued an order to completely give up the shield; or because after she gave up the shield, the increased attack force reduced the feather arrows, because it is difficult to have a clear dividing line on the battlefield.

But it is definitely not a passionate person.

A good enough soldier, at this time, do not have any passion, nor will he shout such as "For the people who have been invaded in the past, beat me hard! Let me release it!" "For the vast number of border families who have suffered from the Tartars' border offenses, they will punish the invaders!" "In the name of the Chinese people, get the blood debt from the Tartars!"

Is it because I am not doing this because of a waste of time, or this emotional command will make the soldiers who accept the order unable to do it - do I hear the word "tap" of "beat hard", pull the trigger, or wait for the "release" movement to come and shoot together?

Ding Junyue may not be good enough, but she would not make such a low-level mistake.

Mechanical, indifferent, and ruthless, this is the true image of the troops that can survive on the battlefield.

Ding Junyue, who was commanding three rows of soldiers to shoot, was stable and indifferent. Even during the gap between commanding the shooting, she said to the soldiers loading the bullets: "Remember to take out the twig." Ding Yi could not give a gunpowder pot and let them pour freely. He must have used a fixed charge pack, so it is unlikely to fill two bullets. However, when the second round of shooting just now, there were students who forgot to take out the twig. The diameter of the gun was much smaller, so it would not be a blow-off. However, this gun was abandoned in this battle, and there was no gun-opening. For the smoothbore gun in front, how to load the medicine and bullets?

Fortunately, there were several rifles left by the injured and dead students on the chest wall, so Ding Junyue reminded them this. Then she pulled out the tactical knife and shouted hoarsely: "Team 1, 2nd, take a step forward, shoot on kneeling, prepare... let go!" Then the gunshot sounded, and she waved the knife hard and slashed the arrow that had just been shot in her thigh. The knife was very fast, and her hand was very stable, and she cut off the arrow outside the flesh in an instant, but the pain caused by the tremor caused by the tremor made her groan, and then she said, "Team 1, 2nd, 3rd, 3rd..."

When the students of Thunder Academy woke up, they recovered their due qualities as military academy students. It is not known whether the chicken breasts can withstand bullets, but at least they are well equipped with the later German-style helmets that are also formed on their heads, and they still resist the arrow rain.

Especially the two companies on the northern defense line, all dropped their shields and started shooting three consecutively. The sound of feather arrows breaking through the air gradually became sparse. Nearly 200 rifles, each time more than 60 projectiles were shot directly, the damage was far more impressive than the rain of arrows that were shot.

And it takes physical strength to open the bow, and load, fire, load, fire... If necessary, as long as each rifleman can overcome the fear of the battlefield, he can take turns to fight without being injured until he has completely wiped out the fixed-packed spray paper on his body.

The herdsmen on the grassland, especially these three, are relatively close to the Ming Dynasty. From a legal perspective, they are still the herdsmen of the Ming Dynasty Duoyanwei, and are not unfamiliar with muskets. It is not unfamiliar to the Ming army's use of heat weapons. At this time, a large number of heat weapons were equipped in the Ming army.

Although the best ratio of Thunder Academy refined granular black fire medicine is not of the same quality as the original black fire medicine of the Ming army, the flash of flames, white smoke, and explosions, and the grassland people did not collapse because of this. However, after the sound of cow horns, they left behind all the corpses of people and horses, and stopped rushing out of the darkness and shooting.

Several tribes were discussing countermeasures in the dark, and Chief of the Chi Army said to the other two: "Send three hundred troops to separate the left and right sides to surround the Ming people. I don't believe that they can not surrender." Another Chief of the other agreed, because the casualties were slightly more than they imagined.

"No, Mingren is about to collapse." Qi Shuta Yan slapped his round belly hard, which made the fat on his neck and face tremble. "This is their last ability. It is probably the one who killed our people. It is called Baihu Qiben. That thing is very heavy. If it is put away and we are close to each other, they will collapse!"

He thought that the dense gunfire of the Ming army only showed the final struggle, and he said, "I think it's just a handgun? Don't be deceived. Let's talk about the handgun. Even at night, even during the day, it's up to luck to hit people! This kind of movement sounded like at least two teams of people, constantly rushing to hundreds of tigers, and another team of people were firing guns, trying to deceive us, thinking that the musket killed people... If they were either protecting the big man, or they had a lot of food and grass, otherwise, it would be impossible to bring so many hundred tigers together! Fight, as long as they kill them, they would definitely collapse. If they divided their troops and went around, once the Ming army at the Tiemen Pass came out to respond, it would be a big trouble!" (To be continued...)
Chapter completed!