With a deafening explosion, several cannons of the Ming army were pushed to the front of the formation, spewing out thick smoke, and lead as dense as raindrops spurted out. A large plume of smoke, dust and mist exploded from the ground not far away. Standing there
The Qing soldiers knocked down a large area.
Advance, reload, shoot! Advance, reload, shoot! The musketeers mechanically executed the orders, repeating the actions they had repeated countless times during training and combat, and fired lead bullets at the enemy opposite. In the morning,
In front of the Xu Jin shooting tactics of the Qing army, the Qing army was bombarded by artillery shells above their heads and fired by bullets from the opposite side. The battle formation was unstoppably shattered and repulsed, and finally reached the edge of collapse.
The sharp swan sound spread across the battlefield again, and the war drums beat desperately. The passionate sound shook the surrounding areas, almost completely suppressing the sounds of artillery fire and gunfire!
"Mount your bayonets, charge, and kill the enemy!" Countless officers shouted loudly, reminding the Ming soldiers.
"go ahead!"
"Come on!"
"Kill!"
Amidst countless shouts and a dense torrent of metal, a shining blade pointed straight forward, and the Ming army launched a hand-to-hand charge.
The front line of the Qing army is about to collapse, and a single charge can make them lose their fighting spirit. As long as they are defeated and defeated, the reaction caused by the rout will be a chain reaction, and the Qing army's somewhat chaotic rear army will also be affected, or it may be possible.
The drum breaks.
Kill, kill, kill... Countless bayonets thrust forward, spurting out streams of blood. The Ming army rushed forward and gave the Qing soldiers the most ferocious blow. The Qing army in the front line was finally defeated.
The frightened Qing soldiers turned around and ran away, screaming.
Under the panic, the chaos spread and intensified. Many Qing soldiers fell to the ground and were trampled by countless big feet. They screamed loudly, but no one paid attention.
The Ming soldiers with bloody bayonets pursued them and stabbed the Qing soldiers who were escaping slowly to death one by one. Their screams and wailings only increased their terror. Countless frightened figures were panicking and screaming and crying.
The wailing sound formed a torrent of defeated troops.
The mentality of the defeated soldiers at this time was to go to a safe place with a large number of people. As a result of the attack on the rear formation, many people could not think of such a calm mind. They were scrambling to escape without caring about anything else.
Pursued by artillery, gunfire, and bayonets, the flow of broken troops became larger and larger, heading straight towards the rear. It was useless to let the officers roar and scold, and many people screamed all the way while throwing their own weapons.
Weapons, armor and other objects were thrown everywhere, and they were pushed against each other. From time to time, someone fell to the ground, and the unlucky ones were trampled to death by people rushing up from behind.
"Anyone who dares to rush into the formation will be killed without mercy!" Mulima's face was ferocious, and she regretted not sending cavalry out earlier. Now broken troops are everywhere. The cavalry will have no speed if they want to rush through these obstacles. But if the rear formation can be stabilized,
The cavalry still has a chance to attack and turn the tide of the battle.
Jiang Yuanxun and others were speechless after receiving the order. The master had spoken, and they were slaves. How dare they not listen? What's more, they knew the consequences of breaking up the army and disrupting the formation. Although they couldn't bear it, they couldn't bear it.
He could only order the soldiers to get ready, hoping in his heart that the defeated troops in the front would know what was going on, so they could go around to the back of the formation, and then collect the troops.
However, under the firepower of the Ming army and the pressure of the Ming army's hot pursuit, most of the defeated troops still pounced on their own troops. In their hearts, that was the safest place recently.
"Archer, shoot!"
A row of arrows flew out, followed by screams. The defeated soldiers who were hit by the arrows fell to the ground one by one, falling to the ground in various postures, and then rolled and struggled in pain.
Unexpectedly, the friendly troops on the opposite side really opened their bows and fired arrows. The defeated troops were stunned for a moment, and some of them stopped. However, a large and crowded flow of people, driven by the Ming army, still rushed towards this direction like a nest of explosions.
"Shoot again!" Seeing that the first deterrent effect was not obvious, the officer continued to issue the order without mercy.
Amidst the howling chaos, a large wave of defeated soldiers rushed towards them. The clearing soldiers from the rear army fired with bows and arrows. More defeated soldiers fell to the ground, rolling around in pain. The blood they shed was instantly dyed red.
the earth.
By this time, many of the defeated soldiers had woken up. Some fled to both sides howling, some fell to their knees and gave up their escape. There were still some irrational defeated soldiers who stepped on the corpses and screamed.
Coming from behind.
"Boom, boom..." The Tianwei artillery of the Ming army began to focus their fire to bombard the rear formation of the Qing army. Clouds of black smoke rose up and shrapnel hit the Qing army's rear formation, which was dealing with the retreating troops.
sign.
The sound of the drums and trumpets of the Ming army changed again, and the Ming army slowed down its pursuit. The queues became denser again, with bayonets in front. The musketeers began to load ammunition, preparing to attack the Qing army's rear formation with concentrated fire.
"forward!"
"Let's go together... let's go!"
Under the bright red billowing flag, accompanied by the passionate drumbeats, dense Ming army musketeers marched in like a wall. After the previous battle, casualties were inevitable, but after the rear team was supplemented, the queue was still dense and neat.
The battle formation marched forward in an orderly manner, and behind the musketeers, the artillerymen also hurriedly followed up, especially the Folang machine guns and sky-blasting cannons, which were easy to maneuver.
Under the orders of the Qing generals, the Qing army's musketeers and archers lined up to wait. The first layer raised their blunderbuss toward the front and blew the match. Among the various Qing armies, the one with the most muskets was the one with the most muskets.
The troops of San Francisco and the soldiers of Geng tribe were no exception.
The battle formations of both sides are getting closer and closer, and the offensive and defensive positions are changing. Now it is the Qing army's turn to resist the Ming army's attack. However, while the Qing army is waiting for the Ming army to enter the firing range, it also has to withstand the bombardment of the Ming army's artillery. In order to maintain
The tightness of the battle formation can only continuously replenish casualties.
"preparation!"
"Fire!"
As soon as they reached 100 steps, the Qing generals couldn't wait to order the gunmen to fight. Even at this distance, they didn't care about the effective range or the weak armor-breaking ability. The Ming army's artillery was not in place yet, and the shotguns were
The intensive shooting and the head-on shells brought too much mental pressure to them.
The sound of musketry was heard, gunpowder smoke filled the air, and amid the deafening sound of musketry, some Ming soldiers fell sparsely on the opposite side.
"The front row retreats, the second row steps forward!"
The art of musket shooting with multiple blows is nothing new. Geng Fan's musketry also underwent such training.
The Ming army's musketeers continued to advance, and the vacated positions were immediately filled, and the battle formation remained tight.
"Shoot, release arrows!" the Qing army officers roared, and the oncoming pressure made their voices change their tone.
The casualties continued to increase, but the Ming army moved forward resolutely without firing a shot. The sound of drums and trumpets was still fierce. At fifty steps, there was a sharp whistle, and the muzzles of the guns were much denser than those of the Qing army.