A Beiyang flag army fell.

The hundred households holding the flag at the front of the queue touched their chests and abdomen up and down, only feeling the smooth arc of the breastplate and the brazing group lines.

And, of course, your own thumping heartbeat.

It's scary!

One hundred and fifty paces apart, a few guns came towards the military formation, and the back of the helpless hundred households standing at the front of the queue was majestic, and in fact, the hands holding the flagpole were sweaty.

Fifteen steps behind him are two flag-bearers on the left and one on the right, and five small flag-bearers on the left and right of the chief flag-bearer.

At this time, the hundred households were very envious of their deputies, and the hundred households, the deputy banner, the other five small flag officers and the military doctor were all on the back of the long snake formation, and they didn't have to be beaten.

'Chen Shuai's formation is extremely lacking in morality, although the officers supplemented by the propaganda officers in the formation can ensure that the military formation does not collapse to the greatest extent...... But it's easy for a officer to break down first! ’

Baihu walked forward in a very strange posture, with the standard flag posture that the Beiyang Military Government had practiced countless times, holding the triangular inlaid dragon flag with his chest upright, and striding forward according to the drummers and drums in the military formation, but his head was tilted back, and he glanced to the left and the right for a while.

He looked at it three times, and indeed only one flag soldier fell, and the flag army behind took a big step to fill the vacant position in front, and the military doctor at the rear of the military formation quickly stepped forward to look at the injury, and if he died, he didn't care about it for the time being, and if he didn't die, he untied his armor and rubbed it with wine, and bandaged it with medicine, and then he didn't have to step forward to follow the team.

Because it is written in the military doctor's code in Beiyang that casualties will not be broken during the battle, and the military doctor only needs to continue to look for the wounded and bandage.

The distance between the two formations shortened more slowly than expected, and the Ming army continued to move forward and did not let go, while the half-blood army tried to be parallel to the Ming army, and the two phalanxes behind moved southward, and only the first small phalanx fired at the Ming army.

The musketeers in the front row took two steps back after firing, and retreated to the end of the musketeers to charge the spearmen at the end of the queue, and the spearmen took a step back, and the musketeers in the second row shot and continued to retreat, and the cycle repeatedly, constantly pouring fire on the Ming army's hundred households.

This allowed them to have a very consistent fire, which was maintained to the maximum despite extreme inaccuracy at long distances.

The Ming army advanced faster than they retreated, the distance between the two sides continued to shorten, and there was an extremely strange situation on the battlefield, which made both sides very uncomfortable.

The Ming army was constantly shot by the Spaniards, and although the Spaniards did not have many muskets and poor long-range accuracy, it was still very restless to fall one or two of their subordinates from time to time.

The mixed-race children are even more uncomfortable, the Ming army hundred households wearing cuirasses and armor skirts outside the unified dark blue military uniform bring too much oppression, sometimes they clearly see the bullet hitting the other party, but they just let them pause and then continue to move forward.

Even if someone was shot in the face and fell on his back, the whole army did not cry or fear, and everyone continued to move forward without changing their faces, holding muskets but not firing, and no one even shouted as they marched, like a group of devils, only the sound of drums.

Not music, no tunes, just a powerful and coherent thump that seemed to rhyme with a heartbeat—silent forward.

As they began the battle, the southern hundred-hue team ran north from behind the warring hundred-hun team under the order of Shao Bianjiao, trying to press the Spanish formation to the southeast of the river, which was the direction where the only small bridge was located.

The four hundred-household teams were left in the rear by Shao Bianjiao, standing in a formation facing west, and under the leadership of the sappers, they took out a short shovel from the carrying gear hanging on their backs, and dug a lying pit on the spot.

The rider who ran over couldn't deceive Shao Bianjiao, even if he was surprised that the rocket blew up and didn't let the Spanish legion rout, if there were routs in all directions, he would believe it, but only in the west, and in the west, when the western army came out of the camp in the morning, he could see clearly with his stepfather with a telescope on the mountain.

And Herrera retreated a hundred steps to the east, obviously the western army wanted to flank them, for Shao Bianjiao, there was a contradiction in the combat thinking of the two sides, even if he knew that this was a pit of flanking, he had to jump into it.

He had to oppress Herrera from northwest to southeast, and he had to oppress Herrera from northwest to southeast, so that the western army could retreat to the opposite bank from where it was at a disadvantage, and then the western army would no longer have a formation - the cavalry of the Black Cloud Dragon was there.

Herrera retreated a full two hundred paces, and all three companies were in combat positions, and more than ninety musketeers in front of him all joined in the fire, and a single salvo could fire thirty shots.

Fortunately, on the side of the Ming army, there were also four hundred households into the formation, although there were few people, but the depth of the thinner Ming army formation was close to the width of the battle of seven or eight hundred people of the three Spanish companies.

Now that the Western Army can fall two or three banner troops with a salvo, Shao Bianjiao tested the distance between the two sides with his eyesight, and it was already very close to forty paces.

Shao Bianjiao wanted to release the guns in 30 steps, but the Spaniards had less than 200 guns for more than 800 people, and the first 400 households in his front had less than 400 guns but more than 300 guns, and he could knock over nearly 100 opponents in a round shot in 30 steps.

If they continue to retreat, they can knock over more than 50 people in the second round; If they don't retreat and recoil, in addition to the three hundred-man team defending the north, there are three hundred-man reserves behind the four hundred households, and five hundred guns can also hit them to retreat.

But the plan can't keep up with the changes.

At a distance of seventy paces, one of the general banners was shot in the chest by lead shots, and he patted the chest dent on the chest of the banner army behind him, and continued to lead the team forward as if nothing happened, which greatly boosted the morale of the banner army and made everyone move forward more excitedly.

But by fifty paces, the general flag was too unlucky, and was once again shot by a musket, and this time he did not stand up again, although he was only wounded, but this brought great psychological pressure to the banner army behind.

Not only was the spirit of the mixed-race children who had been retreating suppressed by the Ming army, but the spirit of the Beiyang Flag Army had almost collapsed.

Shao Bianjiao quickly crossed from the front of the front line, pulled out his waist knife in the right front of the battle line, the musicians in the army blew the suona, the suona changed pitch and sounded, the drums of each team stopped abruptly, and the footsteps of the banner army stopped.

With another short suona sound, the bird gun on the shoulder was put down, and a row of bird guns with good ammunition were raised and aimed ahead.

The drumming suddenly stopped, and the Ming army's action even made the three small Spanish phalanxes on the opposite side pause, as if they would not be able to walk without the drum beat.

When the third suona sounded in unison, the neat sound of guns permeated the battlefield, and a cloud of gunpowder exploded in front of the Ming army's long formation, and the musketeers and side spearmen at the forefront of the Spanish army fell in response.

Boom...... Boom!

Two drum sounds, the fired bird guns retreated, the second row and three rows of guns stepped forward, and the suona sound sounded repeatedly, raising the guns, shooting, and retreating charges.

The rhythm of the suona player blowing the military horn is extremely precise, and every four breaths raise the gun, shoot with four breaths, and retreat with four breaths, ensuring that the gunner has enough time to aim, shoot, charge, and shoot again.

The standard of the Beiyang Banner Army was to complete a round of fire in thirty-six breaths, which was slightly slower than the Spaniards' backward shooting speed in terms of firing speed alone, but it was more consistent, and the key was ...... With the same width, they have more guns and more ferocious firepower.

One round, two rounds, three rounds!

Shao Bianjiaole, who was not obscured by the gunpowder smoke on the right side, turned over, and the Spaniards actually did not fight back or retreat, so they stood and took the guns!

He is not a Spaniard from such a distance to shoot a few shots, each round of shooting can make the Spaniards lie down dozens of people, just three rounds of shooting make the opponent's number of soldiers about the same as his own, the Spaniards in the phalanx seem to be stunned, they didn't make any moves, and some people even lard their hearts to the Ming front to break down.

He thought that he could take advantage of this opportunity to defeat the enemy in one go, and he was turning his head to order the musicians to change his tactics with gestures, and his face changed color when he turned to the left.

It was from a smug ecstasy to a frightened look, and even the thin hairs on his face exploded, as if a cold air rushed from the heavenly spirit cover to the tail bone.

The extremely distorted face was stunned for a moment, and the hideous face shouted with the greatest strength in his life.

"Up-gun-thorn!"

In the roaring sound of horses' hooves, the sharp spearhead pierced the gunpowder smoke earlier than the hideous armored war horse, and trampled towards the soldiers!