The division commander looked at these scholars who lined up and sang the song of Shang Chan and the martyrs of the old rules, but there was no pity or emotion in his eyes.

"The giant said that the times have changed, and the only role of the aristocracy is only tragic destruction as a tragedy, which leads to a few tears of the ignorant, and the rest are silverfish."

"Although the world is big, the grain and rice are watered by sweat; Although the world is abundant, it does not raise silverfish. ”

"Since people should divide their duties equally and enjoy everything, the giant also said that the only role of the aristocracy now is to wear the most gorgeous clothes and destroy in the most aristocratic way, which is also a bit useful."

"I think...... Just give them a ride. ”

The representative of the division's ink master also nodded and smiled: "Then give it a ride." ”

The two looked at each other tacitly, and then ordered: "All companies prepare and check the gunpowder." Wait for the enemy to approach and then open fire. ”

After repeating the order, the herald puffed out his chest and blew the horn, and the commander climbed to a high place and waved the flag in his hand, risking being hit by a stray bullet.

The company commanders of the infantry companies that had been deployed at the front looked at the flags in the distance and also gave orders to their respective companies.

"Everyone! Three columns in a whole line, check for gunpowder buckshot! ”

The soldiers, who had been watching the sappers dig for four or five days at the front, finally came to their senses and quickly lined up behind the chest wall of the barracks.

With the first division being reequipped with flint guns, the formation of the entire infantry has also changed greatly.

It turned out that because the arquebus was an open flame, the soldiers could not be lined up too closely, otherwise it was easy for each other to ignite the gunpowder on each other's bodies.

This makes it impossible to exert the full power of the musket, and the same 100-step wide front can only stand a hundred people, even if the back is staggered and the front is squatting, it can accommodate a salvo of up to 300 people.

And now, after replacing the flint and leaf springs, a wide front of more than 100 steps can stand 300 people or more, and the way of squatting in the front row and raglan in the back row can be adopted, and a salvo of nearly 900 people can be fired at a distance of 100 steps.

When the time is equal, the power is very different.

In addition to being equipped with flint guns, the lead bullets and gunpowder of these soldiers are also different from before, and now they are all paper-wrapped gunpowder and lead bullets, which are rationed.

When loading, put the lead bullet in your mouth, stuff the gunpowder in the paper bag into the iron pipe, and then spit out the lead bullet, so you no longer need to weigh the amount of gunpowder yourself as before.

The whole infantry was already a pure team, no longer a mixed team of spears, bows, crossbows, muskets, and if hand-to-hand combat was required, a short iron sword was inserted into the barrel and used as a short spear.

The six companies deployed at the front formed a zigzag, and the front of the salvo was just enough to cover the entire front of the trench.

The two companies of grenadiers who had arrived in the first battalion were also ready in the trenches, armed with short swords, and since the city had not yet been attacked, there were no iron mines to throw in case the enemy broke through the trenches and fought them hand-to-hand.

At that time, some of the soldiers who prepared for the city gate were transferred to the Xi Liuzhou division to teach the hand-to-hand combat skills of the broadside battle, and the other part continued to become the grenadiers of the first battalion.

The sound of drums and singing in the distance had little impact on these soldiers, and they didn't even feel the so-called tragedy at all.

In their opinion, this is called aiding and abetting, and the rules of the world are wrong, but they still have to cling to the old rules to martyr them, which is really incomprehensible.

There are even some people who are fugitive serfs, and they even harbor a kind of resentment in their hearts, which is what the emperor's father Yue Ling called "inciting resentment".

It's a pity that it was not the Mo family who instigated resentment, but the feudal lord of their land at the beginning.

Shi has been saying that this kind of thing to change the world is not something that a small group of people can instigate, and the most professional revolutionaries will always be those nobles of the old era, and they are the most revolutionary people: if it were not for them, why would the world be in chaos?

This kind of resentment that seems to be separated has already grown in Zhuxia.

But in Shi's view, this is not a problem at all.

In the original history, hundreds of years later, Wang Xie Tang Qianyan flew into the homes of ordinary people, where is there any real aristocratic family? These things should have been swept into the garbage heap, but if papermaking and printing had not been invented a little later, they would have been in the garbage heap when the First Emperor ruled the world.

Resentment is a matter of two parties, and the way to solve it is very simple, and it is not enough to completely eliminate one party?

Just like the contradiction between right and wrong and love, some Lu people say that I love Zou people more than I love Yue people, and the rest of Lu people love Zou people...... The Mo family in the Mozi era was to be reasonable, and when it came to this era, it would become the world, if there were only people in the world, there were no Lu people, more people, and Zou people, wouldn't there be one less obstacle to love?

Whether it was those in the city who were afraid of death to attack the city, or those who stood by the trenches and waited to be shot, they all thought that they were on the side of righteousness.

The Mohists want to be synonymous, and the Mohists say that righteousness is profit, and the interests of the nobility and the farmers and businessmen are contradictory, so the basis of the synonym is the same benefit, and the two are contradictory, and only one can be taken, otherwise it cannot be synonymous.

People who go out of the city, perhaps for those self-moved "righteousness".

And those outside the city are not for the benefit of the majority of the people under heaven, that is, the righteousness of the majority of the world, which they believe in?

When the two meanings are contradictory, only one can exist, and no one in the world today can be left alone, but can only choose one side.

Those deep trenches seem to separate both sides, difficult to cross, like hatred in each other's hearts.

But time will submerge everything, and even if these trenches are not filled, they can be leveled in just a hundred years.

Everything, it doesn't matter.

On the outside of the trench, the Si sergeants, who had finished checking the gunpowder and lead bullets and had completed the formation, squinted their eyes, held their muskets, listened to the chant of Shang chanted on the opposite side, and quietly waited for the order to shoot.

On the inside of the trench, I was moved by myself, thinking that I was dying generously for the sake of righteousness, and no matter what, I had given my life for the defense of the city, and there was no answer to whether I could defend myself.

100 steps.

Fifty steps.

Thirty steps.

These full-time samurai, who were trained to do their job, understood that there was no point in charging early, that it would only consume their stamina and disrupt the formation, so they had to wait until they were thirty paces away before they began to charge.

The brave soldiers who followed behind them may not have understood this truth, but they were glad that the artillery on the Sishang side did not fire and the muskets did not fire, otherwise they would have scattered in a hurry, or they could not bear it and charged ahead of time.

When artillery and muskets came out, some people asked Wu Qi if the formation was meaningless from now on, and Wu Qi replied that the more this formation, the more important it was.

But when both sides relied on formation and discipline, the era of individual bravery was over.

The soldiers who were armed with guns behind the trenches were instilled with discipline and the role of formation from the beginning of their service, serving for three years and spending more than a year and a half on formation training.

And the most important thing to train is not to shoot indiscriminately, especially when the enemy is far away.

Because the herd effect in the army is too terrible, sometimes when camping at night, if someone makes a loud noise, it may cause the camp to roar and trample on each other, and the army is chaotic.

If someone does not obey the order and shoots early, it will plunge the entire company, the entire brigade, and even the entire division into a tense atmosphere, and the gunfire will be fired.

But at a distance of 100 paces, the actual time that can be reloaded is only three or five times at most, and firing in advance has little effect, and it may also make the enemy approach, these principles are understood by the soldiers.

So under the silence of this side, the singing voice on the opposite side became clearer and clearer, and the appearance of the samurai wearing leather and red curtains on the opposite side became clearer and clearer.

At a distance of thirty paces, you can already see the face of the opposite side clearly, and your body is as big as the moon in the middle of the mountain.

The hooked leaf springs waited quietly for the shot, and many of the recruits who went to the battlefield for the first time seemed to be able to hear their own heartbeats, and their mouths were so dry that they couldn't even secrete saliva.

I don't know who it is on the other side, so I suddenly shouted.

"Sacrifice your life for today's events! Destroy the ink! ”

This shout finally broke the dragging singing and the silence of the battlefield, and the more than three hundred soldiers and apprentices who had finally advanced to the front of the position shouted in a loud voice the words of the perfect reason to die that they did not really believe, or that they did not believe, but needed to find a reason for everything they loved before, and began to charge.

Thirty paces away, the company commander of the righteous division also gave the order in the same loud voice.

"Round-robin!"

Bang bang bang......

As the smoke rose, the six companies of infantrymen fired almost simultaneously, and the dense lead bullets formed a net that leaped in front of those who charged, piercing their flesh and blood.

The first few people who rushed were concentrated by more than a dozen buckshot bullets and fell to the ground in an instant.

Almost at the same time, the soldiers in the second row under the round fire also pulled the trigger, and by this time the smoke had already risen, and it was no longer possible to see the situation on the other side.

This is a good thing for some new recruits, who can't see the enemy, and can calmly reload in the bitter smoke as they usually train.

Three volleys were fired, and by the time the grenadiers of the advance battalion, deployed on the flanks of the musketeers, rushed out with short swords, there were no more charging men on the opposite side.

Those who were lucky enough to be alive or uninjured stopped singing and ran towards the walls.

Most of the swift and brave men who shouted the most fiercely, wearing leather and red curtains, had already been slain, and fell to the ground in front of the trench.

The blood that flowed out was like a small snake that slowly gathered into a large snake, soaked the weeds on the ground and flowed into the trench.

Tick-tock, as if it never dries up.

A man who thought he was sacrificing his life witnessed the skull of his friend being blown off by lead bullets, and sweet blood splattered into his mouth.

Fortunately, lead bullet didn't seem to like him, and even at a distance of thirty paces, lead bullet didn't leave a mark on him.

There was a slight chill on the top of his head, but it turned out that the lead bullet knocked his skin flying, and his own hair bun was also scattered.

In the smoke of gunpowder, the Xiandeng camp on the opposite side had already rushed out, and the scholar wiped the blood and brains splashed on his face, and muttered: "The soldier must not be dressed properly." ”

I wanted to crouch down and pick up my fur hat and tie my hair, but I didn't want the soldiers who had arrived on the other side of the trench to rush over.

He was still crouching on the ground, with his back to the men.

The other side did not give him a chance to dress properly, and after surrendering without killing, he was dragged into the trench, one foot heavily on his chest, and the sharp iron sword went straight to his throat.

The scholar opened his eyes and looked at the man with his sword against his throat.

The same complexion, the same black eyes, a slightly different fur hat, the same bun, the same youth, the same awe-inspiring fighting for righteousness.

The only difference was that the sword-wielding man wore a modified common man short brown, while he wore a noble uniform.

"I don't surrender. You untouchables and thieves! ”

"I can't help you. You noble silverfish! ”

After a brief conversation, the foot on his chest stomped heavily on his neck, and the rope slipped around his wrist.