Bang!

The tiger squat cannon in front of the trench exploded a rain of iron, and the little tiger, which was very simple to make, played a fierce attack in the close combat, and the cannon muzzle spewed out three steps of flame and gunsmoke, and a small stone, iron slag, scrap iron and small lead shot erupted and pounced on the marching Swiss legion.

After six shellings, Marshal Billon finally got tired of playing the game of 'I bang you', and his infantry regiment finally reached the close trench.

The two armies were only thirty paces apart.

Thirty steps, the distance between life and death.

The phalanx of the twelve Swiss legions was fully unfolded, the soldiers at the front pushed the organ gun carts that piled up dozens of barrels in two or three rows, and the soldiers wearing soft hats held torches that were stained with some ignition and emitted thick black smoke to ignite the fire twist under the military order, and in the sound of the Swiss military drums, the originally calm strange guy suddenly became furious, and spewed out a continuous tongue of fire to the Han soldiers who showed their heads and shoulders at the edge of the trench.

Until the gunpowder in the last iron pipe burned out.

On the Han position, the Nanyang officers jumped out of the trenches, clutching axes or sabers and shouting military orders, and rows of guns shot vigorously between the trenches and earthen ramparts.

The African soldier who had just lit the tiger cannon had not had time to retract his head back into the trench, his head had been hit by several lead pellets one after another, his eyes lost his luster in an instant, and his body stiffened back and froze.

The next moment, with the loud noise of the tiger squatting cannon, he collapsed limply in the trench.

The Swiss mercenary pushing the organ gun cart struggled to push the gun cart against the force of the gun carriage's continuous firing backwards, only to hear a loud bang not far away, and the illusion of his face conjured up the last scene in his mind, which was the sea breeze whisking fine sand in his face during the tired march of the Italian peninsula.

But he could no longer hold the halberd in his hand, and it was not the beaches of Genoa that caught the pieces of iron that had passed through his broken body, but the iron pipes that were stacked on wooden shelves and red-scorched with gunpowder, and if he were not dead at this moment, he should have really heard the final chapter of the organ.

The gun carriage, which had lost its support, slammed upward, and it took only three seconds to shoot all the remaining seventeen lead pellets into the air.

Such battles took place on a long front, except for every inch of the right flank.

On the right flank of the Ming army, the battle was not as evenly matched as in other places, and the two infantry legions on that side were the fragile recruits of Marshal Billon in the mouth of Queen Margot, and the Han Qianhu, who was in charge of defending this direction, clearly saw that the musket team on the left side of the first phalanx on the opposite side fired the first volley, and at least eighty musketeers raised their muskets, and after the shooting, at least eighty musketeers put down their muskets and retreated to the back, but only less than twenty muskets spewed out tongues of fire.

And did these fire-breathing iron pipes really shoot lead shots...... He didn't know that none of the African soldiers aiming in the trenches with Western-made muskets had been shot or wounded.

If he was a 'pampered' Beiyang Army Qianhu, he might not understand what was going on at all, but as a Han Qianhu, he understood, he understood very well.

Because of this kind of problem, such as lack of training and the nature of the soldiers, it was very, very, very, very ...... among the soldiers of the Han Kingdom Common.

First of all, someone poured the gunpowder very accurately outside the mouth of the gun in a panicked reload, so half of the muskets did not go off.

Secondly, there were people who were not up to the task of accurate reloading and forgot to put lead pellets after pouring gunpowder, so some muskets only smoked but did not sound.

In the end, someone did a good job of loading but did not put a wrap between the lead pellet and the gunpowder, and while holding the musket, the lead pellet slowly rolled out of the gun, so that some of the muskets went off and smoked but did not shoot the lead shots.

Qianhu has a bottom in his heart, these people are more water than their own soldiers.

His judgment proved to be very accurate, and the soldiers in the trenches were placed in two formations, only to see one soldier after another in the opposite phalanx fall to the ground, and his people were all like black bears reincarnated unscathed, and successfully fired several tiger squatting cannons in front of the trenches when the two armies were close.

The enemies in the phalanx fell, looking scary, in fact, compared to the huge scale of a single large phalanx, it did not kill and injure too many enemies, but it was enough to scare the phalanx of recruits who were very sloppy and trained like a joke.

The phalanx that followed behind was obviously more well-trained than them, at least at the command of the phalanx commander, the drummers changed their tune, and the spears on the shoulders of the soldiers in front of them were withdrawn, and in less than twenty seconds, they all turned backwards, and walked back with bigger steps than when they came, step by step.

What does this mean for the Thousand Households of the Han Kingdom?

It's steady!

The four large armies rushed to the defensive line, and the left flank and the center had just begun to engage, and the right flank drove the enemy away, and they were sharply wider than the enemy on the battlefield.

His 1,000 soldiers not only resisted the attack of nearly 5,000 enemy troops, but also drove them away.

Then let's chase and kill, and then surround it, isn't this a big victory?

He had 1,120 men at the beginning of the war, and after he gave the order to 'jump out of the trenches and advance,' he still had 1,120 men, of whom only six were killed.

Ten soldiers of the Hundred Households took great strides with muskets and spears, and marched forward with great pride in a completely different style of painting from the left wing and the central army.

In the earthen ramparts of the artillery positions of the second line of defense, Yang Ce, the commander of the Han State, raised his hands to cover his face.

The herald who went to recall the right wing of Qianhu ran wildly, but before he could run away from Yang Ce's sight, he was stopped: "Don't go, it's too late." Let the Chinese army fill the vacancy on the right flank, and let the Spaniards hold their feet...... Fast. ”

As soon as the words fell, on the small dirt slope not far from the side of Qianhu on the right flank, two groups of figures appeared, and six Francophone cannons led by war horses were positioned, and bombarded them under the order of the officer with a soft hat and a feather.

Another group gathered at the foot of the dirt slope, more than 200 knights of the royal standing army in full armor.

With the help of the cover of two huge infantry corps, they quickly moved to this position, and at this moment, with the cover of artillery bombardment, they raised their heavy cavalry spears and hung their hands and half-swords to charge the Qianhu division of the right wing of the Han State who were killed by shells.

The kicking horses were coming in an instant, and the soldiers who didn't have time to form a formation were scattered and slaughtered, and even if they formed a spear formation, they could stab the unprepared knights' horses, but those terrifying tin men could still rush into the formation and slash and slash if they were lucky enough to get up, and they had no other way to deal with it than to smash it with a musket.

The fighting spirit of the army all disappeared without a trace, except for a few knights who rushed straight into the military formation, more knights rushed all the way to the front of the trenches, some of their war horses did not have time to stop crashing into the thick wooden thorn rejection horses, and some were shot off their horses with muskets by the Qianhu Department of the Chinese army who filled the vacancy in time.

But more people, they turned over and dismounted, completely avoiding the stray bullets and the Han soldiers who climbed out of the trench with axes and spears, and several people worked together to move away from the horses and make way for the cavalry behind.

One knight after another slaughtered into the trenches, and the screams from the right flank were more terrible than the battle at any time and in any place.

Yang Ce was anxious, he raised his arm and pointed to the front of the formation, looking at the extremely tall black soldiers beside him who were also one of the few black soldiers under Yang Ce's command who did not wear military uniforms.

He was thin and tall, and his eyes were narrow and narrow, like a line squinting.

He wore an iron helmet on his head, revealing the braided braids in his hair, a red cloth around his waist, and another red cloth diagonally over his shoulders, all with black stripes.

The combination of the blanket and the Ming mountain armor under it resembles the shoulder-covered robe that Chen Lan loves to wear, and he holds a Spanish iron shield in one hand and an iron-tipped spear in the other.

"Massa, take your people and kill them, and hold my line."

The right flank of the first line of defense of the Ming army was in a complete rout, and the two phalanxes arranged there by the French royal army also changed positions, and the two huge phalanxes of five or six thousand people formed a close phalanx and steadily advanced towards the trenches.

It won't be long before they will be like a flood overflowing the dikes, drowning everything, entering the right flank trenches and occupying the entire line of defense.

However, Chen Jiujing, who was at the head of Bordeaux, was slowly letting go of his hand on the city wall, and his face looking at the right-wing front slowly became a smile, and he muttered quietly, and he didn't know who he was asking: "There are no more of my people on the right-wing position, right?" ”

In the south of the battlefield, smoke and dust are everywhere.

The Imperial Jurchen cavalry was stabbing the flanks of the French royal infantry regiment with the sharpest posture, and their heavy iron hooves would crush everything.

At the head of Bordeaux City, the young general was tall, he turned his head to the guerrilla general of the Baishan Battalion who was standing on the side, slowly raised his hand at the head of the city, and pushed it straight forward, he said: "General Huang, artillery, for the cavalry to disperse the eight formations of the king." ”

"So that they know that it's not a gadget like the Han Kingdom, this is the voice of the Ming Dynasty."

With the old-fashioned military salute of the guerrilla general bowing down on one knee and clenching his fist, and the loud sound of 'obeying orders', Huang Xi spread out his palms and presented four newly made cotton earplugs.