The skills of the master, who has been training in the full-time shooting since he was a child, are very good, but the size of the chariot is too large, and those who shoot with guns cannot aim effectively at all, relying only on the barrage of salvo shots.

The horses drove, and the two horses died together.

The aristocratic who was good at shooting fell from the car and was hit by a buckshot in the upper part of his left arm, shattering his bones.

The left hand, which could have held the bow vigorously and never trembled, now hung weakly at his side, and the bow flew off the distance when it fell.

Struggling to get up from the dry land, the eyes of the nobles were full of gunsmoke.

The frontmost phalanx had already broken through the gap, and the slogans and shouts that were unique to the Sishang army that blended the Song and Qi dialects echoed in their ears.

"The ink man and the officer stepped forward and plugged the gap!"

In the smoke of gunfire, figures with short spears could be seen squeezing from the back to the front, struggling to stand firm in the gap where horses or chariots had entered.

A wounded horse rushed into the formation, but the rider on the horse was stabbed down, and several soldiers who had been knocked to the ground fell to the ground in the gap three people wide, and the people behind stepped on the body of the fallen man and fought with the opponent who tried to rush into the formation.

The ears of the nobles who are good at shooting are buzzing, and from time to time there are rows of gunshots.

He shook his head at the sharp pain coming from the ninja's left arm, and looked around.

Thirty steps away from him is another phalanx of the Mo family, a small cannon that has been left unattended is on the side of the phalanx, and there are a few people in the formation who are holding short guns to shoot, looking at the style of the hat should be the gunner of this small cannon.

The timing of this small cannon was good, and two tanks were destroyed.

The nobleman who was good at shooting saw his chariot covered in wounds and dead from the iron filings, and he also saw the chariot with his leg broken as if he was trying to stand up with Changge in his hand as if he was not bending.

Thirty paces away, the Mojia phalanx did not put the limited number of shots on those of them who had lost their combat effectiveness, but fired at the cavalry on the flank.

The nobles who are good at shooting didn't look for their bows, so what if they did? The lead bullet at such a close distance directly broke his bones, and he didn't have a hand to hold it, so what could he do if he was resurrected?

He drew the short sword at his waist, a proper, well-styled bronze sword, as if to complete his mission, and staggered towards the phalanx that was engaged in confusion.

After getting closer, the Mo family soldiers in the phalanx also spotted him.

A young recruit, who looked to be seventeen or eighteen years old before reaching the age of the crown, was scrambling to reload his musket.

From time to time, the young recruit raised his head and looked with slight horror at the loose remnants of the nobles who were getting closer and closer, and his arm holding the tong bar trembled, and the short spear stuck in the muzzle of the gun severely affected his loading, and several times the trembling hand let the tong out.

The aristocrat who was good at shooting saw the fear in the young recruit's eyes, and he thought to himself, if it was a bow, why not? A gun, after all, cannot be like a bow.

At this moment, he thought of such a magnificent difference between orthodoxy and heresy.

When approaching the last few steps of the phalanx, the young recruit was still not fully loaded, and the nobleman who was good at shooting struggled to take a few steps to rush into the phalanx.

But as soon as he approached the recruit he had targeted, a short spear pierced him in the abdomen.

Before the severe pain hit, the body had already reacted, and the body that was supported by the waist and abdomen instantly lost its strength.

In the open space next to it, several people were lying down. There are Mohist soldiers who were hit or slashed by horses, and there are also the last nobles like him, who are incompatible with the future world and abide by traditional creeds.

The right arm holding the short sword was no longer able to fight, and the nobleman who was good at shooting tried to reach out with his hanging hand, but he couldn't.

Just as the second short spear that pierced him was about to pass through his body, the nobleman who was good at shooting was not afraid of danger and shouted before he died.

"I have the intention to kill the thief, but I can't do it!"

"Kill the thief! Kill the thief! Kill the thief! ”

Killing thieves three times in a row, intending to boost the morale of those nobles and slaves who were still fighting, finally the body was pierced by three short spears at the same time.

Before he finally collapsed weakly, he saw another phalanx in the distance, another volley.

Those apprentices who followed the chariot impact scattered and fled, obviously one side of the phalanx had been rushed out of a gap by the chariots and cavalry, as long as those lowly apprentices like a nobleman like him were not afraid of life and death and rushed again, it was clear that the phalanx could be rushed away.

Even if it can't be rushed, it will be enough to cause chaos and lay the groundwork for the next wave of cavalry onslaught.

But no.

The lowly apprentices who were good at shooting the nobility ran away, and after another volley, they ran without looking back.

These conscripted merchants, craftsmen, farmers, and fiefdom serfs did not care about life and death for the sake of the righteousness of the noble and the lowly.

The last trace of clarity of the nobleman was good, and he looked at the fleeing apprentices, and a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth, which was fixed on his already stiff face.

He thought, the noble will always be noble, the cheap will always be cheap, and the world is reasonable. Like those lowly apprentices, they fled, refused to fight, had no courage, and deserved to be lowly.

The position where those vasts fled was the third of the ten phalanxes in the entire battle array, and one of the three phalanxes that were crumbling under the first wave of attacks.

The impact of the coalition cavalry was divided into three waves, and they wanted to use the continuous impact to break through the phalanx of the three brigades blocked by the Mo family on the flank.

The effect cannot be said to be bad, after two waves of impact, the three phalanxes were completely scattered.

The retreating Mojia infantry fled backwards, but how could they outrun the war horses.

In front of the fourth phalanx, several soldiers with guns shouted loudly for their comrades who were fleeing in this direction, being chased by the coalition cavalry behind.

"Hurry up!"

On the chaotic battlefield, such shouts are useless, everyone knows that they can't hear it at all, but as a comrade, they can only use such shouts to express their concerns.

A young Mo infantry was cut to the ground by the cavalry chasing behind, and then stepped on by the war horse behind, and was completely unable to stand up.

When the soldiers who fled backwards were still forty paces away from the phalanx, the order of the brigade commander commanding here came from the phalanx.

"Raise your gun!"

Several ink artists around him immediately shouted, "Wait! They're coming soon! ”

The brigade commander was expressionless, pushed away the few people who were blocking him and shouted: "Raise your gun!" Shoot! Otherwise, you won't be able to hold it! ”

Behind the fleeing infantry were the second wave of coalition cavalry.

The brigade commander gritted his teeth, shouted orders, and then took out his short gun and aimed it at the galloping cavalry, which was getting closer and closer.

The soldiers, who were still shouting to their comrades to hurry up, looked desperately at the robes that were already very close, tried to stabilize their trembling hands, avoided those comrades or comrades who were only thirty or forty steps away from hope, and aimed at the cavalry behind.

Everyone knew that after the shot, there would definitely be fleeing comrades who would be hit, and even if they were not targeted, there was a high chance that a dense barrage would fall on them.

When the order to shoot was finally heard, the soldiers pulled the trigger almost with their eyes closed, and in the smoke of gunpowder, they seemed to hear the cries of their comrades who were only thirty or forty steps away from hope but ultimately despaired.

After the brigade commander shot, he put the short gun back into his waist and drew his iron sword.

The soldiers in the back row were still struggling to reload, and several cavalrymen rushed through a gap, through which the cavalry, weakened by the barrage, tried to rush in.

The brigade commander held an iron sword and shouted: "Ink one, go forward, plug the gap!" The back row continues to reload! ”

He took the lead, as if to atone for his own order, and was the first to rush to the gap and stab to death a coalition cavalryman who had fallen from his horse.

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On the side of the chaotic battle, the light cavalry of the Mo family on this side has also gathered and launched a formation.

The flanks of the coalition cavalry and chariots were exposed, and the shock infantry did not completely break through the phalanx of the infantry, which resulted in the coalition cavalry being glued.

The Mo cavalry, which had been waiting for a while, was to take advantage of the coalition cavalry to attack the infantry and attack the flanks of the coalition cavalry.

The division commander believed that those fellow infantry soldiers would be able to hold on.

In the first wave of this flank attack, the deputy division commander Shu captured Mi, and this part of their cavalry was originally attacked by Daicheng and Chengkuang as a partial division, and after joining the battlefield under the combined attack, they were arranged on the flank of Sanliushe's side.

Unlike the previous battles that the prisoners had experienced, this was the first time he had participated in this kind of battle with thousands of cavalry.

The standard-bearer beside him tucked the spear with a small flag under his arm, and the sound of the military trumpet of the assembled attack echoed in his ears.

The light horsemen in the front row carried wooden spears as usual, and the captives held iron swords, and the trumpeters who followed him changed the sound of the trumpets according to his command.

The first wave was followed by the second and third waves.

Although these are the light cavalry of Sishang and the best martial knights who are good at charging into battle and have the best discipline, they are still very different from the cavalry of the coalition forces.

Taking the company next to the prisoner as an example, the tactics of the Sishang cavalry were to use the formation as a cage, the grassroots officers and the corporal Sima Chang who were full of them as locks, and the military flag as the reassembly point.

The company representative will be at the front of the center of the entire cavalry company, and the company commander will be at the rear of the center of the entire cavalry company.

On both sides of the company, there are generally three ink masters or corporals, and there is a corporal or Sima Chang at the same time more than ten people apart.

The company flag is in the center of the formation, and usually a member of the soldiers' committee also serves as the standard-bearer, flanked by a trumpeter and a corporal.

These officers, corporals, and veteran volunteers who have served beyond the quota form the base of the cavalry, and the corporals on both wings, Sima Chang or Mo, will control the formation to ensure that after a few charges, they can still reorganize the team according to the military flag.

The dual-commander system of company representative and company commander can ensure that if one of the commanders is killed, the other can still gather the team through the trumpeter and the military flag.

The junior officers on both flanks act as locks to ensure that the formation does not disperse, and they are also responsible for the execution of difficult orders such as turning the whole team.