The sparks of the shrapnel exploded on the battlefield, like fireworks that bloomed over Fanjiazhuang City during the New Year, dazzling.

European soldiers rushed out of the trenches and rushed under Lisbon in stragglers. These soldiers rushed forward in dense formations with rifles in hand, scattered across the battlefield like ants. Then the howitzer shotgun shells fired from the artillery positions of the Tiger Army bloomed one after another on their heads like flowers.

Fragments of shells rained down on the soldiers.

Soldiers in Europe suddenly discovered that outside the trenches, the power of shrapnel was even more terrifying. When inside the trench, the European soldiers were arranged in a linear pattern, and the shrapnel that exploded in all directions could only kill and injure the European soldiers in one line of the trench. However, by the time the soldiers rushed out of the trench, all the explosive power of the shrapnel was maximized.

Every time a shrapnel exploded, all the European soldiers within a radius of more than ten meters fell. The razor-sharp shrapnel stabbed the white soldiers like knives, incapacitating the famously tough European fighters in a matter of seconds.

The shrapnel on the battlefield was like a whack-a-mole hammer in the playground of later generations, and everywhere it went, the soldiers who were originally standing on the battlefield seemed to have been beaten and all fell.

The humans who were standing with guns all screamed and groaned, and fell to the ground rolling and convulsing.

Louis XIV's eyes were blood-red, and he watched the slaughter on the battlefield.

He had anticipated the power of the shrapnel beforehand, and he knew that once the soldiers broke out of the trench, they would inevitably be harvested by the shells that exploded in the air. His current idea was to hope that the more than 400,000 European coalition troops would be able to rush up against these terrible shells and rush to the range of the Mini rifle to shoot at the Tiger Army.

Louis XIV hoped that the European coalition would be able to crush the Tiger Army in the trenches with their numbers.

After a round of shelling, thousands of European soldiers fell on the battlefield, and then the battlefield was temporarily quiet.

The soldiers continued to charge forward with rifles, and even some barons and counts joined the charge. These brave little European nobles understood the importance of this battle. They rushed up from behind on their horses, holding aloft the flags bearing the family coat of arms, and gradually rushed to the front of the whole wave.

The Europeans are back with the courage and heroism to charge.

Louis XIV counted word by word.

One, two, three.

According to the rate of fire of the Tiger cannon just now, it would take about forty seconds for these terrifying cannons to refire. The trenches of the European coalition were about six or seven miles away from the Tiger Army's position. At the speed of European soldiers, the soldiers could advance nearly 200 meters in forty seconds. That is to say, as long as they withstood a dozen bombardments and lost tens of thousands of people, the Europeans could rush to the front of the Tiger Army's position and launch a counterfire.

Seven, eight, nine.

The minor European nobles on the battlefield waved their flags and loudly cheered up morale in the ranks. Louis XIV became more and more nervous, because the charge was his last resort. If this tactic is defeated, the end of the European coalition will be a complete collapse.

Louis XIV's eyes were blood-red, and his eyes seemed to pop out.

But his count came to an abrupt end when he reached fifteen.

The Tiger Army's artillery was silent for only fifteen seconds before firing again.

Louis XIV opened his mouth wide and looked at the opposite Tiger Army position with the most panicked expression.

The Tiger gun is a rear-loading gun, which is sealed on the same principle as the Krupp gun. Of course, the Tiger artillery could not reach the real sealing level of the Krupp artillery, and the rear-loading method used by Li Zhi can be said to be a simplified version of the Krupp artillery.

But even then, this is a rear-loading gun, and the rate of fire is qualitatively different from that of a front-loading gun. If the front-loading and rear-loading guns can fire one or two rounds per minute, the rear-loading guns using smokeless gunpowder can fire one shell in fifteen seconds.

Tongues of fire erupted from the positions of the defenders beneath Lisbon, firing grenades into the heads of the charging European coalition forces.

Everyone watched in horror at the black cannonballs that pierced the sky, as the cannonballs cut a death curve and smashed on the heads of the white soldiers in the boundless world.

The sea of fire exploded in the sky again.

In the fifteen seconds between the two shellings, the white soldiers advanced only about seventy meters.

Fifteen seconds later, a torrential rain of shrapnel rained down on the unprotected soldiers again.

A group of Swiss riflemen wearing lionheart heraldic jackets were knocked down by the shrapnel in an instant. A squad of nine people was scattered in an area of five or six meters in length and width, and all of them were impaled by shrapnel in an instant. The captain of the group had two shrapnel inserted into his head, and he rolled to the ground with his head in his arms. However, the gap in the skull would grow larger and larger due to the violent rolling, and the captain would become more and more painful.

None of the other riflemen managed to escape the ascension. The shrapnel was only half shrapnel on the squad's head, but it was enough to kill all the whites. Some of them were pierced by shrapnel in their faces, and one face was suddenly blurred with flesh and blood. Some people have been pierced by shrapnel in the front or back, and their organs and muscles have been cut apart by these cuts. Some people's leg bones were directly broken by steel shrapnel, and the bones suddenly underwent deformation that made people dare not look at them, and they were no longer able to support the soldiers' bodies.

Not only this squad, but similar massacres were staged everywhere on the battlefield.

The shrapnel was a technology of the late nineteenth century, and it was not until about 1892 that it was fully matured, and it can be said that the technical content is even higher than that of the internal combustion engine. However, Li Zhi brought this technique forward to 1656, and the devastating damage caused can be imagined.

Cromwell's body shook violently.

He saw a Prussian viscount suddenly hit by shrapnel from a shrapnel. The Prussian viscount, dressed in light chain mail and a family coat of arms on light horse armor, was at the forefront of the ranks of the German states. The Hu Cong behind him was waving a banner with an eagle pattern to boost morale, but in an instant, it was covered in a rain of bullets.

The shrapnel exploded almost above the viscount's head, and countless shrapnel pierced his body. The chain mail could not stop these shrapnel at all, and the viscount shot more than a dozen bloody arrows in an instant, and fell off his horse without saying a word.

Hu behind the viscount was killed at the same time, screaming and bringing down the battle flag.

Cromwell understood that these shrapnel were terrible.

But the most terrifying thing is that in just fifteen seconds, these shrapnel sweep through the battlefield. In the face of such a rate of fire, European soldiers simply could not rush.

It's impossible to rush up.