The Burmese army charged with infantry, cavalry waited for an opportunity on both flanks, and the war elephants were the last to crush.

The Ming army only had infantry, the front was the ironclad soldiers, and the back was a row of pikemen, and the pikemen had halberd soldiers in the formation, and there were broadsword soldiers in the back. The musketeers' squad was behind the cold-weapon squadron, the archers were interspersed freely, and the gunners were at the rear. The three- and four-pounder guns on the small earthen platform lowered their muzzles and aimed at the advancing crowd of Burmese infantry in the dark.

The Burmese army trotted and rushed towards the neat Ming formation, getting closer and closer.

"Put!" Gong Xiaoda gave an order.

The small flags in the hands of the officers of the artillery team pointed forward vigorously, and the gunners stretched out their arms holding torches high and lit the fuse on the fire door.

A piece of artillery spewed fire, and the artillery position was suddenly covered in thick white smoke. Under the action of gunpowder gas, the shells flew out of the muzzle and swept over the heads of their own infantry phalanx, and under the action of gravity, the shells were depressed and pierced into the crowd of Burmese troops, plowing out the alleys of flesh and blood. Everywhere the shells went, Burmese soldiers flew flesh and blood, stumps of limbs, skull fragments, brains and blood sprayed everywhere. The shell landed on the ground and bounced again, causing a secondary kill.

The gunners lowered the muzzle and cleaned the chamber with a wet mop to cool it down. Then the fixed charge bag was stuffed in, and the cannonball wrapped in silk cloth was stuffed into it, compacted with a mop, and then pierced through the fire door with an awl, and the fuse was inserted, and a rapid reload was completed, and then the fuse was lit for a second round of firing.

When the Ming army's three-pounder and four-pounder guns fired rapidly, the rate of fire was very fast. In just fifteen seconds, forty-two cannons once again erupted in a roar, firing a salvo at the Burmese army.

The Burmese army did not expect the rate of fire of the Ming artillery to be so fast! The cannons in their hands are actually the same, they are all bought from Westerners, but why are they reloading much slower and the range of their guns is shorter? The Burmese army couldn't figure out what was going on.

Solid shells smashed into the Burmese army crowd again, knocking over many Burmese soldiers. The Burmese screamed again and again.

Although the continuous shelling caused heavy casualties to the Burmese army, the Burmese army did not dare to take a step back, because behind them there was a large number of high-ranking samurai overseers, and those who retreated would be beheaded immediately.

After three rounds of rapid fire, the rate of fire of the gun slowed down, because it could no longer be reloaded, and the gunners had to water the barrel to cool down, and carefully clean the chamber to ensure that there was no residue in the chamber. Then fill the gunpowder bag, then push a wooden board into it, hold the powder bag, and finally put in the shotgun and compact, and then the loading is completed. It takes about a minute or so to do all this.

The Burmese army was relieved to find that the Ming artillery did not make a sound, because they no longer had to brave the heavy artillery fire of the Ming army.

"Yikes!" The Burmese made a sound that the Ming army did not understand. Shouting and rushing forward.

At this time, the Ming artillery, which had been loaded with shotguns, was once again powerful.

The muzzle of the "Boom Boom" gun flashed with dazzling firelight, and the paper of the shotgun was broken by the impact force, and countless one-two shotguns flew out. It rained like a torrential rain into the Burmese army crowd.

At this time, the Burmese army was charging intensively, and the Ming artillery was once again powerful, and the shotgun fired by the 42 cannons formed a fan-shaped killing surface 500 meters wide, and a large area of the Burmese army was beaten into a hornet's nest. Screaming and falling. One or two heavy projectiles, even the shield could not block it, and the Burmese saber and shield bearers in front of them were even smashed with shields.

"Gun Carrying Team. Forward! Gong Xiaoda's personal soldiers waved the order flag.

More than 800 gunmen carried more than 400 guns, trotted through the neat line of musketeers and cold-weapon soldiers, set up their guns behind the ironclad soldiers, and aimed at the Burmese troops who were coming.

"Put!" One of the officers yelled.

More than 400 guns erupted in flames, and huge projectiles burrowed into the crowd of Burmese soldiers 100 paces away, turning shields and armor into shredded iron sheets, and huge holes appeared in the bodies of Burmese soldiers. When you are hit by such a huge bullet, you will find a hole the size of a bowl when you enter from the front, and a hole the size of a basin when you come out from the back! Basically, the person who was hit was either cut in half, or the whole head was shattered like a bursting watermelon. A large number of screams rang out, and thousands of Burmese troops fell. Fragments of flesh and bones flew in the crowd, and the air was filled with a blinding mist of blood.

After firing the bullets, the gun-bearers immediately retreated, passing through the gap in the cold weapons and retreating to the rear.

The Burmese army had already rushed to within 50 paces, and before the Burmese officers could shout loudly, the musketeers of the Burmese army had already opened fire on the neat Ming formation.

"Bang bang bang" rows of gunfire rang out, and dense bullets were fired into the Ming formation.

The Burmese musketeers fired at long distances, and the smoothbore guns were less powerful and less accurate at a distance of fifty paces. Most of the bullets fired by the Burmese musketeers were blocked by the iron shields of the ironclad soldiers, and some stray bullets hit the pikemen behind, and the bullets caused some damage to the Ming troops, and several Ming soldiers fell screaming.

Seeing their musketeers wielding, the Burmese infantry rushed up with a scream as if they had been doping.

The archers of the Ming army began to shoot freely, and rows of arrows were fired into the Burmese crowd. However, after all, the power of bows and arrows is not comparable to firearms, and the losses suffered by the Burmese army with armor protection are not very large, as long as the bow and arrow do not hit the vital point, it will not lose its combat effectiveness, and the wounded Burmese soldiers can still charge.

However, a small number of Burmese soldiers felt strange that there were not many musketeers in the Ming army, so why did they not open fire.

When the Burmese army rushed until it was still twenty steps away from the Ming army, the Ming army's flintlock pistols and bird guns opened fire one after another. A row of muskets roared, and the musketeers who had finished firing their bullets retreated, and the musketeers in the back row took up their guns and fired again, and the third row of musketeers immediately pulled the trigger.

The gunfire continued, and the Burmese troops who rushed up seemed to have hit an invisible wall and fell one after another.

The Burmese really couldn't understand why the same weapon was so powerful in the hands of the Ming army, but in their own hands, it was similar to a burning stick.

"Musketeers, press up!" The Burmese army officer shouted, urging the musketeers to press forward.

The musketeers of the Burmese army had already loaded their bullets, and when they heard the shouts of the officers, the musketeers of the Burmese army rushed forward, picked up their muskets scatteredly, and pulled the trigger on the formation of the Ming army.

The gunfire was messy, and it seemed that many of the Ming troops on the opposite side had been shot and fell.

The archers of the Ming army fired their arrows freely, and from time to time there was a scream from the crowd of Burmese soldiers on the opposite side, and the Burmese musketeers who were hit by the arrows fell.

Wang Xinyu shouted: "Musketeers and ironclad soldiers forward!" Lancers keep up! ”

The pro-soldier sent the order: "Beat the drum!" The whole army marches forward! ”

The Ming musketeers marched forward step by step, facing the bullets fired by the Burmese army, accompanied by the sound of drums.

Zhao Haisheng led his team of 100 people and advanced step by step to the sound of drums. From time to time, bullets came from the opposite side. Some bullets were blocked by the iron shields of the ironclad soldiers in front, but there were still many bullets that drilled into the Ming formation. In the ranks of the musketeers, there were constantly people who were shot and fell. But without an order from above, not a single musketeer opened fire without authorization.

The Ming musketeers withstood the Burmese firepower and walked about thirty paces away from the Burmese army. The ironclad men in front quickly spread out to both sides, revealing the dense muzzles of the musketeers behind.

At this time, the Burmese had just finished firing bullets and were rushing to reload, and they had no ability to fight back at all.

"Fire!" There was a roar from behind.

The Ming musketeers picked up their guns and aimed them at the Burmese army and pulled the trigger. Clouds of smoke erupted, and a dense stream of bullets penetrated into the crowd of Burmese musketeers, only a deafening array of gunfire was heard, and the Burmese musketeers spewed out bursts of blood and fell one after another. A row of Ming musketeers finished firing bullets, followed by another row of musketeers pulling the trigger, and the gunfire continued, and the formation of the Burmese musketeers was like an onion that had been peeled by someone, peeling off layer by layer.

Some of the Burmese musketeers had already finished loading, and in a panic they picked up their guns and pulled the trigger, regardless of whether they hit the target or not; There were also Burmese musketeers who forgot to pull out the tong, some who loaded gunpowder without loading bullets, and some who forgot to load primers, needless to say, these Burmese musketeers did not pose any threat to the Ming army. More Burmese musketeers shouted in horror, dropped their guns and turned to run.

The Ming army advanced step by step, and the muzzle of the gun continued to spew fire and white smoke, like a monster that devoured life. The Burmese musketeers, who turned their backs to the Ming army, were knocked down one by one.

The hand-to-hand fighters of the Burmese army had already rushed to the front, and the Ming musketeers fired another round, and after knocking down a piece of Burmese soldiers, they retreated neatly from the gap in the cold weapon formation.

Rows of pikemen had already come up, spears more than a foot long and more than a foot long, forming a forest of pikes.

The Burmese hand-to-hand fighters rushed over and just happened to hit the spear formation. The spears in the Ming army's formation were like poisonous snakes spitting letters, and the spears were continuously stabbed, and a large group of Burmese troops who rushed in front were pierced into a hornet's nest on the spot and fell in a pool of blood.

The Burmese army behind surged up again, hit the gun head of the Ming army again, and was overturned again.

A few lucky Burmese soldiers blocked their spears with shields and rushed to the Ming army, but they were cut down by the ironclad soldiers in front of them one by one.

In front of the dense forest of spears, none of the Burmese army's short swordsmen were able to rush forward. The Burmese pikemen in the back were killed, but their spears were not as long as the Ming army, and they did not have a dense formation, almost separate formations. Like the fate of the short armers, all the pikemen of the Burmese army fell in front of the Ming army.

The Tatmadaw musketeers retreated to safety and, when they felt safe, began to reload. But by this time, the Ming army had already finished loading their guns and fired a dense number of bullets at the Burmese musketeers.

Seeing that the infantry on both sides had been entangled, Bian Ya shouted and ordered: "Cavalry attack!" (To be continued.) )