"Uncle, Xilu is here!" A young man who looked to be about twenty-one or twelve years old was half-kneeling behind the downed horse with a three-eyed firearm loaded with ammunition in his hand, and said nervously as he looked at the Silu who was approaching them in front of him.

"Don't worry." The person he called Uncle was none other than Liu Yi, one of the thousand households of the left guard of the government army, and he saw that his nephew was nervous, and comforted: "San'er, you are nervous about going to the battlefield for the first time, in fact, they can't rush in like this, don't be afraid." ”

"Uncle, really?" The man asked again very seriously.

"Of course it's true, I've told you several times, but you just won't listen." A twenty-three or four-year-old man next to him said impatiently.

"You've only been on the battlefield once, and it's over before you have fought a few battles, of course I can't believe it." The man said again.

The older people wanted to say it again, Liu Yi said: "Don't quarrel anymore, what are you brothers arguing about all day long." And the West is about to fight, you," he said he was about to say that maybe someone would die in battle, and that it might be the last time, but he couldn't say anything when he got to his lips. At this time, the Xilu was already less than 200 paces close to them, and hurriedly said "prepare to defend against the enemy", and hurriedly left here to take command elsewhere.

"Uncle is right, don't argue." Another twenty-seven or eighteen-year-old man wearing the clothes of a six-rank military general also said.

"Yes, big brother!" The two of them said in unison. Then he raised the three-eyed firearm in his hand and aimed it at the Xilu outside.

"......, one hundred and fifty steps, one hundred and forty steps, one hundred and thirty steps, one hundred and twenty steps, herald!" Cao Xing gave the order when he counted one hundred and twenty steps.

The sound of "dong dong dong" drumming came out immediately, and thousands of households on all sides heard the drum and immediately shouted to their subordinates: "Fire!" ”

"Boom!" Suddenly, a loud sound that shook the sky sounded, and at the same time, countless white smoke drifted in the air, and the entire formation of the left and right guards of the government army was covered by smoke in the eyes of Xi Yu.

But the soldiers of the Western Empire, who were charging under the leadership of Salha, were overjoyed. The smoke was so thick that they couldn't see the formation of the Ming army, and the Ming army couldn't see the situation outside clearly at all, so they couldn't aim, and their chances of survival were much greater than just now.

Of course, Salha himself knew that their ideas were wrong. Although he didn't understand the principle, he knew that the trajectory of the firearm projectile in the air was erratic, and it was useless to aim, and the Ming army relied on close range and concentrated fire to ensure its power, and it didn't matter whether it could see the enemy to shoot clearly. And he also knew that the guns used in the hands of the Ming cavalry could fire three projectiles in a row, and these cavalry who rushed to the front could not survive at all.

When the Ming army has fired all three projectiles, let them speed up and rush to the front of the formation to release their arrows. If you can break through the Ming army's formation in one fell swoop, let them retreat if they can't break away, anyway, even if they don't let them retreat, they will withdraw by themselves. ’

This repeated several times allowed the Ming army to adapt to this tactic, and they were also tired, so they attacked with the main force and rushed in one fell swoop. In other words, it's time for the third round of projectiles. Salha thought about the tactics of the battle in his mind, and estimated the time it would take to launch the projectile.

But to his surprise, a third round of projectiles was not fired immediately. While thinking curiously, he followed behind the auxiliary cannon fodder in front with the elite main force.

These auxiliary cannon fodder were also very surprised. They also fought with Cao Xingbu just now, and the Ming army was clearly able to fire three rounds of projectiles in a row, why did they only fire two rounds this time?

However, they didn't think about it deeply, they just thought that it was a special situation at that time, and they were even more happy, and continued to rush towards Cao Xingbu's formation while howling. At the same time, they also opened their bows and arrows to throw arrows at the Ming army, and soon there were screams in the Ming army.

It was not until they were only twenty paces away from the formation that a third burst of fire was heard, and a large number of people were hit by the projectile and fell to the ground.

But the rest of the people became more and more excited. "The distance is only twenty paces, the soldiers rush quickly, enter the Ming army's position, and each reward five slaves!"

"Whew!" Countless people howled, and their horses rushed into the smoke, brandishing scimitars to slash the Ming army.

But when they looked through the smoke at what the Qingming army was holding in their hands, their excited expressions suddenly turned into horror, and they wailed loudly and wanted to retreat, but the people behind them also immediately rushed up, blocking their retreat.

"Bang bang bang!" The sound of countless explosions rang out, and the ghosts of these Western Prisoners cried wolf. Not only that, but most of the captives were stabbed to death and fell to the ground, and the few who survived were 'named' by the firecrackers. Although the accuracy of the firebolt is low, it is still possible to aim at such a close distance.

"Well done!" Cao Xing shouted excitedly, couldn't help but wave his arms, and almost threw the clairvoyance in his hand out.

"Song Zhen has you, and with a small strategy, the weapon that was originally very vigilant in the Xiyu Society can be used again." He said again.

The weapon that the Ming army threw at the Xiyu just now was a grenade. Ever since his debut in the defense of Igo Inner Castle, the grenade has become a weapon that the West is afraid to avoid. The grenade is very easy to carry, and if a Ming army does not take it out, you don't know if he has a grenade in his hand, so the soldiers of the Western Capture will be very close to the place where the Ming army may have hidden the grenade before the battle falls into a melee, and once there is an intention to take out the grenade, they will either kill him with serious injuries or retreat immediately.

However, Song used the smoke generated after the firing of the firebolt to make the Xilu unable to see the grenade in their hands clearly, so he rushed over, and when he saw it clearly, it was too late to retreat, and he gave Xilu a huge kill at one time.

Song smiled and didn't speak. This strategy is very simple to put it bluntly, but it is not very easy to think of without saying it.

"In fact, it doesn't matter how many Western prisoners were killed and injured this time, the important thing is that after that, Western prisoners will have lingering feelings about this, and they will definitely not dare to rush into the smoke rashly, and our army will be able to suffer fewer casualties." Ji Ye said.

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