One hundred muskets were aimed and fired in an umbrella shape. As fireworks erupted from the muzzles, more than thirty people fell down in response.
The sudden change frightened the Beiliang people who came to kill them, but it failed to frighten their courage.
Seeing the soldier on horseback loading a gun, the leader realized there was an opportunity:
"Charge forward and engage in close combat!"
"Bang."
There was a gunshot, and Fang Jue retracted his gun. The man who had just spoken fell down, and his head exploded. The flying skull fragments nicked the carotid artery of the unlucky guy next to him.
Suddenly he was bleeding profusely and fell to the ground without strength.
"hiss--"
"What kind of magic is this?"
"I saw the fire..."
"The general is dead, how is it possible? How could he be so good at martial arts..."
The group was leaderless and did not dare to rush forward any more. The refugees took the opportunity to break out and no longer be trapped by this group of Beiliang people.
The Beiliang soldiers who came back to their senses looked at each other alternately. They had lost the person in charge, but they had no intention of retreating.
"Kill!" I don't know who it was, shouted.
Everyone moved when they heard the sound, and more people rushed towards them from a distance. Those refugees had already run away, and those who were still charging at this moment must be the Northern Liang Army.
One of them was tall and tall, more than half a head taller than the Xia people. He was holding weapons in his hands, and some even took out a crossbow.
"Charge!" Seeing this, Bai Qing knew that he had to give the Fusiliers of the Fusilier Bureau time to load ammunition, and immediately led the men of the Hanging Sword Division to form an arrow array and rushed over.
"ah!"
As soon as they made contact, the Beiliang soldiers who dared to block were immediately rushed away.
Bai Qing thrust out his sword and easily cut off a head with the speed of his horse without using any force.
"Puff puff puff——"
The soldiers of the Hanging Sword Division are all good at fighting and can outperform the soldiers when faced with one another. What's more, they now have the advantage of war horses.
Although there were only eleven people, they had a great momentum. After several Beiliang soldiers were killed, they immediately spread out through a passage.
"Let them go!" someone shouted from hiding in the crowd.
But Bai Qing didn't want to leave. As soon as he rushed out of the crowd, he came back and said, "Today I am going to kill seven in and seven out!"
After that, the eleven people turned back again, and the horses started running at a high speed.
"Tripping the horse!"
Some soldiers threw out their weapons, slashed at the galloping horses, and took off the horses' legs.
However, the people of the Xuanjian Division tacitly reined in their horses, changed their running direction, and headed towards the Beiliang reinforcements with crossbows in the distance.
"Put up a shield!" Bai Qing yelled.
The eleven people neatly propped up a piece of iron sheet on the side of the horse's back, which was close to the horse's back, blocking the important parts in front of the body.
"Ding ding..." The bows and arrows originally aimed at Fang Jue and others were all shot at Bai Qing and others.
But no one fell off the horse. There was only one unlucky guy. The horse was shot in the head and fell to the ground.
In just a few breaths, Bai Qing had already led his troops to charge in, the shouts of killing were loud, and the sound of swords clashing was loud and powerful.
The Beiliang army surrounding Fang Jue and others immediately realized this was an opportunity.
Without the group of Xuanjian Division soldiers, they rushed forward again.
"Kill Fang Jue, and you will be rewarded with a thousand taels of gold and ten thousand households!" one person shouted.
Inspired by this, these Beiliang soldiers, who were originally dead soldiers, seemed to be possessed by gods and rushed forward without fear of death.
Fang Jue said calmly: "A team of volleys."
"Bang--"
More than thirty rounds of lead bullets were fired, and dozens of Beiliang soldiers, who did not even have half a piece of armor, fell to the ground in an instant.
But there were still hundreds of people coming forward.
Fang Jue raised his gun: "The second team fired a salvo."
"Bang——" Fang Jue also fired, shooting the leader of the Northern Liang Army who was hiding in the crowd.
A bullet pierced the chest, a blood hole opened in the heart, the whole person collapsed, and he died immediately.
This round, another twenty people fell.
The remaining people were already muttering a little.
Just after firing for the first time, Fang Jue and the soldiers of the Musket Bureau were a little nervous, so they forgot to direct carefully.
Musket army shooting cannot be fired in one round.
It needs to be divided into several batches, one round followed by another. By the time the last batch is fired, the soldiers who fired in the first batch have finished loading ammunition.
In this way, seamless shooting can be achieved and fire suppression can be maintained at all times.
"So many people died again..."
"What kind of weapon is it?"
"Or is it magic?"
Dead soldiers are not afraid of death, but in this feudal era, they are basically afraid of ghosts and gods. This is a fear engraved in the blood.
If they were to fight with real swords and guns, this group of people would not be afraid if they all died, but more than 30% of them were killed or injured before contact was made. This is really weird!
It is completely beyond the scope of these dead soldiers' understanding of the existing world and can only be attributed to the methods of gods and ghosts.
"I have the help of the God of Thunder. Anyone who dares to step forward will definitely die!" Fang Jue heard these fearful words and felt that he could take advantage of them, so he immediately shouted loudly.
"What?"
"Thor?"
"It seemed a lot like thunder."
"Is this Fang Jue really a god descending to earth?"
Some people are already slowly retreating.
The soldiers in the Musket Bureau also had strange expressions on their faces. Even if they knew about muskets, they felt that what the Young Master said might be true.
Without divine help, how could it be possible to create such a weapon that transcends its time?
"I'm so stunned, hurry up and reload..." Fang Jue's face was calm, but he secretly bit the corner of his mouth and reminded everyone in a low voice.
Now I'm just pretending to be able to scare these guys who are afraid of ghosts and gods. When they come to their senses and charge forward, they will still be very threatening.
The soldiers who were scolded immediately came to their senses and continued to reload according to the training method.
"Alas!" Someone made a mistake due to nervousness and dropped a fixed ammunition from his horse. He immediately took out another fixed ammunition and gradually became more and more skilled in his technique.
Taking advantage of this breather, Fang Jue glanced into the distance and saw that Bai Qing and others had already entered a group of Beiliang troops pretending to be refugees.
Some people have fallen off their horses, and they have been killed and injured one after another. The war horses have been intercepted and cannot run, so they can only dismount and fight.
Fortunately, there was Bai Qing, a master who was good enough to be on the list, who saved a few soldiers and gained some fighting space for him.
If surrounded by a large number of soldiers, even the masters on the Emperor's Ranking will have to rest without escaping.
"What are you doing standing still? You only have this chance, kill him!"
"He is just talking nonsense. He is at best a warlock. If he really has divine help, why can't he kill us all at once?"
"yes……"
The Northern Liang army was encouraged and the soldiers were full of courage.
Upon seeing this, Fang Jue signaled his troops to prepare for a volley of fire. He had no hope that he could scare off the enemy with those words.
It is enough to gain dozens of breaths and allow the soldiers to complete reloading.
Fang Jue aimed his gun at the person who stood up and spoke in the crowd.
The person being targeted was startled and immediately hid to the side, but this was an open area and he could only hide behind another person.
"Bang!"
Fang Jue's "01" spit out tongues of fire, and the man hiding in the crowd was shot twice, following in the footsteps of the first two officers.
"How is it possible..." After being punched through the throat, the man knelt on the ground and whispered unwillingly.
Then I couldn't even speak.
"this……"
"Does he still have supernatural powers?"
"What kind of divine power? I understand. He has a magical weapon in his hand, and whoever he points at will die!"
Some smart people saw the way, but after all they didn't understand the principles of muskets. They only saw some superficial knowledge, which frightened their own people.
When they heard the word "artifact", all the soldiers of the Northern Liang Army took it seriously and really thought it was an artifact.
"How many more times can he point?" Someone asked soul torture.
But no one answered.
Fang Jue smiled and said: "It's still possible a hundred and eighty times. Who wants to try it?"
After hearing this, some of the timid soldiers shook their heads instinctively.
…
A wandering scout heard a familiar explosion and looked up.
Then red fireworks came into his eyes.
"not good!"
"The enemy is attacking, send support quickly!"
After saying that, the scout took out a flare and released one.
The Yulin Army at the top of Suzhou City saw the eye-catching signal flare and immediately blew the horn.
"Woo..."
The sound of the trumpet alerted all the Yulin troops in the city. Lin Bei, who was discussing the internal affairs of the city, immediately received the report.
"General, our people are releasing flares in the south. They must be asking for help," the deputy general said.
Lin Bei was afraid: "I'm afraid the young master is coming, why don't you hurry up and provide support?!"
"Don't worry, General, a group of cavalry has already gone out."
The lieutenant asked: "Should we send more people out?"
Lin Beidao: "Of course we must send, send a thousand cavalry out to respond. If the young division is really injured at all, we will all have to lose our future!"
"Yes..." the deputy general gritted his teeth, "I'll go there myself!"
After that, he ran away quickly.
When Lin Bei returned to camp, Cai Yan said: "General Lin, what happened?"
"According to the time, the young master should be here. I have to take a look. Damn it, Luo Yang, it turned out that he still left this hand!" After all, Lin Bei, who was familiar with military literature, had already reacted and understood that Luo Yang must be in the Suzhou area.
Some dead soldiers were left behind.
And the target is the young master, or other important figures in the north!