"It's so boring." Du Fujiao regretfully 'inserted' the spear back into the holster.

The menacing cannibal cavalry left only a mess of corpses, all of which disappeared like the wind without a trace, except for a few wounded who groaned and wailed. "Go clean up." He sent a team of hundreds. The veterans of the Musket Battalion are very skilled in cleaning up the battlefield, first examining the corpses of the enemy one by one, and if they find that they are not dead, they will make up for a gun, then pick up the blades, and finally check the pockets. The veterans also tried their best to break down the fallen war horses into 'meat' pieces and brought them back, the salt on the sailors' warships was sufficient, and although the horse's 'meat' had a fishy taste, after all, it was fresh 'meat', which was much stronger than the old pickled 'meat' carried by Guangzhou when he went to sea.

Because of the slow movement of the ships, the fire battalion cleaned up the battlefield with little delay and followed the fleet.

On the ship, Ma Yuan looked at the shore enviously: "This battle is really happy." ”

"It's a pity that there is no such big river in the north." Xu Xiaoyun shook his head regretfully, he looked back at the ship's building, only to see that the Metropolitan Governor himself was also frowning deeply, not at all happy about this easy small victory in front of him. Since landing on the coast of 'Bo's, Zhao Xingde has sent tooth soldiers to listen to the news, however, there is not a single Chinese found in the coastal town, and the big cannibals only know that the Xia army captured Baghdad, fought a vicious battle with the big food army in Basra and then withdrew. "I wonder what the outcome of the Northern Expedition was?" Xu Xiaoyun thought secretly, "It's better not to win a big victory, a big victory will consolidate Deng Su's power, and in a few years, his wings will be fuller, and it will be very difficult to bring down Deng Su." But don't be defeated, the defeat will not only hurt the country's vitality, but also with the current power in the court, it may not be the benefit of the society, and Vice Minister Lu Yunsun is likely to take this opportunity to replace Deng Su. Lu Yunsun has a long reputation, a solid foundation, and advocates returning to His Majesty, if he ascends to the throne, it will be even more difficult for the Society to make a comeback.

Large chunks of 'meat' were brought up by small boats, and the cheers of the sailors could be heard from the deck.

"Lord Dudu, just build a Jingguan and let them know that it is powerful!"

"No need." Zhao Xingde turned his head and saw a group of young and excessive faces, the person who spoke was named Bian Chang, and he was the best among the students of the Sailor Academy. After Ma Yuan, Feng Mi and others successively took on the front, this group of student officers came up to serve as clerks for Zhao Xingde, and several heralds were selected from the tooth soldiers. These people can often get guidance from the generals, and they are all used as future officer seeds. "Do not do unto others what you do not 'want'. We've fought and forget it, leave some leeway. In the future, the merchants will have to come and 'trade' with them, and the sailors alone will not be able to conquer the world. He slowed down his tone and said to the staff officers who were 'wanting' to try, "However, in this battle, if Du Blowhorn is willing to be a nanny, you can all go down and see the blood." ”

Bian Chang and the others were suddenly overjoyed, and said in unison: "Thank you, sir." ”

They have not experienced several bloody battles since they put pen to paper, and their war experience mainly comes from the records in the history books. The opportunity to fight in real combat is rare, even if he only goes down to the battalion to be an ordinary firecracker, he is also happy to ask for battle. Judging from the situation just now, the fire gun battalion was in danger under the cover of the warship, so Zhao Xingde let them go down to participate in the battle. Although anything can happen on the battlefield, how can it be tempered without taking some risks.

The boat sent the student scribes ashore, and Du Fujiao realized what Zhao Xingde meant, and arranged them all in the first row of the firecracker team. At this time, the scattered cannibal cavalry gathered again outside the 'firing' range of the artillery. After the horror had passed, the rout had brought shame to many of the tribal warriors, who tried to describe to the new tribal warriors the horror of the thunder and fire brought by the Orientals, especially the evil iron orbs that scattered death over great distances. However, the newly arrived tribal cavalry not only did not believe them, but took them as lies made up by cowards. Occasionally, these lies were told to the chiefs of the tribes, invariably causing the chiefs to lose their temper, believing that they were frightened by the number of Orientals. So, after the chiefs once again instilled in the tribal warriors that "one valiant cavalry is enough to trample a hundred cowardly foot soldiers", they gathered more than 2,000 cavalry and charged the fire battalion of Du Fujiao.

"If you get closer, you don't have a military order, you can't fire a gun, do you understand?"

"Understood." Bian Chang was suppressed and replied in a low voice.

The overwhelming barbarian cavalry, the earth-shattering sound of horses' hooves and shouts, seemed to all disappear in this instant.

All he could hear was his own thumping heartbeat, and a moment later, the sounds of the battlefield filled his eardrums again.

Bian Chang looked left and right, and found that except for a few scribes who had come out of the Shogunate like himself, the other first-row firecrackers were surprisingly calm, their faces were covered with dust, and from the side, they were standing quietly like clay figurines and sculptures, squinting their eyes and staring ahead. Behind the first row of firecrackers, most of the firecrackers were also very calm. "Mount Tai collapsed in front of him and the 'color' remained unchanged, and he was really strong!" Bian Chang sighed secretly, and couldn't help but feel ashamed from the bottom of his heart. After his mind calmed down, the rules and experiences he usually knew about the battle of the Gun Battalion returned to his mind.

After years of fighting, the Song Dynasty's firearm battalion had formed a set of rules for 'engaging' the cavalry.

If there is not much difference between the enemy and our forces, and the musketeers are 'elite' enough, the generals of the firecracker battalion usually like to use the counter-shock battle of "no more than three shots against the enemy". That is to put the cavalry closer, the front row to shoot three shots in a very short time, and then the whole battalion to spear and rush forward. At this time, the cavalry, which had been 'disorganized' by the platoon, was usually besieged by five or six musketeers for each horse. In this way, the fire battalion will be able to leave more "first merits" before the enemy cavalry retreats. When he was attacked by the Great Eclipse cavalry for the first time just now, Du Fujiao chose to defend it out of safety, and now he obviously has more ideas.

"Everyone is in the queue, no guns!" The battalion commander's long command made Bian Chang more aware of the commander's intentions.

The big food cavalry sped up, dozens of horns sounded together, more than 2,000 cavalry spread out the charge, really covering the sky and the wilderness, the horses' hooves were chaotic like thunder, shaking the earth, the fast horses carrying the banner of the tribe hula and approached rapidly, the big food cavalry shouted the slogans that the Song people couldn't understand and overwhelmed the sound of horse hooves, earth-shattering. On the ship's floor, Zhao Xingde frowned, only a few people in the sailors, including him, could understand their slogan "Kill them all!" Kill them all! "Others just thought it was the roar of a beast.

On the Song army's side, the two thousand firecrackers stood still like a mountain, and it was terrifyingly quiet.

Suddenly, there was a "boom" of cannonballs, and black 'colored' shells passed through the clear blue sky like meteors.

As the large group of cavalry entered the 'firing' range, the artillery of the naval division began to 'fire' continuously, and countless shells described as "evil iron balls" flew through the air, and the shells were so dense that one after another whistled and fell into the charging cavalry group, and the blood and 'flesh' flew sideways, and then brought pieces of exclamation. The big cavalry behind clearly saw that with the sound of thunder, "evil iron balls" roared out of the ship, and the distance of the iron balls far exceeded the range of ordinary bows and arrows, and brought huge casualties to the cavalry rushing in front. "Is this the devil, or is it the wrath of the gods?!" The tribal cavalry had never seen such a scene of cannon firing at once, and the momentum, the momentum of the desperate charge like a tsunami just now suddenly withered, and the speed of the charge slowed down significantly.

"They're not going to just retreat, are they?" Bian Chang suddenly thought.

He looked at the robe that was waiting for him, and suddenly he was ashamed of his cranky thoughts.

"Damn, it's not going to go back again."

Du Blowhorn muttered in his mouth, and he squinted his eyes at the panicked Great Eater Cavalry not far away. These are all military feats sent to the 'door'. "Probably not." The lieutenant next to him muttered in a low voice, looking at the front with some heart. Sure enough, except for a few cavalry who fled to the range of the artillery in a panic, under the loud encouragement of the leaders, most of the cavalry lived up to expectations and completed the reorganization under the barrage, and then brandished their scimitars and rushed towards the horizontal formation of the fire battalion. "That's what it sounds like." Du Blowhorn slapped his big 'leg' and shouted loudly: "Ready-" The fire guns in the front row of the fire gun camp had already been set up, and as soon as the military order, the left hand of the fire crackers holding the gun rod became more and more forceful, and the right hand brought the fire fold to their mouths, carefully blowing the flames red and bright. Blowing the fire is one of the most important skills of the firecracker, if it is small, it will not be bright, and if it is big, it may blow out the flames. The first row was almost entirely made up of battle-hardened veterans, and the trembling ground did not affect their movements in the slightest.

"Whew-" "Whew-"

Bian Chang went into battle for the first time, shaking his hands and not even blowing a few times to blow the fire fold, so anxious that the sweat on his forehead came down.

"Master Bian, don't worry, it's easier to beat them than to fight wild boars." The captain patted him on the shoulder and whispered.

"Yes, yes." Bian Chang stabilized his mind, and the breath of "huh-" blew away, and finally, the flame blew up.

His heart fell to his chest, and he hurriedly put his right hand next to the fire gun. At this time, the big food cavalry has rushed into the 'shooting' range, the momentum of the war horse plus the strength of the strong bow, plus the 'shooting' thrown into the sky, the 'shooting' range is slightly longer than the fire gun, the arrow whizzed from the sky, some of the fire guns in the back row hurriedly raised the big rattan card above their heads, for the robe next to them to resist the rain of arrows, and some of the fire guns stood still, ready to send the fire guns or stab the impact of the guns. In the field of vision of the gunners in the front row, a large group of cavalry rushed out of the smoke and dust, getting closer and closer, wielding their scimitars fiercely and shouting, like a group of demons running out of hell.

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