The team came 50 paces to the flank of the cavalry company, and all dismounted and lined up. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

One-third of the more than 100 people brought by Chen Xin carried the new large-caliber flintlock smoothbore guns.

At Chen Xin's command, everyone came to a salvo.

More than 30 large-caliber smoothbore guns accurately hit the target at a distance of 50 paces.

The narrow stone bridge was immediately cleared of the clearing.

The rain of arrows on the opposite side also stopped suddenly, and several officers of the enemy army cursed angrily, and whipped the team to continue the attack.

Chen Xin ordered the gunners to reload their ammunition, while the remainders, out of the way from the flanks, began to advance in formation.

The old rule is that at the front are the shield bearers, followed by a few spearmen, and then the strong archers of the reconnaissance platoon are supported by the bows.

The warriors skillfully covered each other's advances, and the strongbowmen immediately retreated into their shields with each arrow.

The archers shot heavy arrows with their bows, like poisonous snakes biting at the enemy's vital points, and at a distance of 50 paces, they shot only one layer of armor, and when they advanced to 20 paces, even the enemies in double armor fell under their heavy arrows.

Although the shooting speed of a foot bow is far less than that of a soft bow, the power of a powerful and heavy arrow is by no means comparable to that of a riding bow.

At this time, after the musketeers had reloaded, and another volley had cleared a piece, the enemy finally knew that they could not take advantage of the narrow stone bridge, and immediately turned and retreated.

Chen Xin's side couldn't help but want to pursue, but the corpses covered the entire bridge deck, and the blood and internal organs made the ground slippery, and he couldn't walk at all.

Several warriors kept falling on it, one foot deep and one shallow, and Chen Xin immediately ordered that no pursuit be allowed.

"Now that our own troops are too small, we took advantage of the terrain just now, if we really rush out, on the opposite plain, I'm afraid the result of the battle just now will be reversed."

The order not to pursue was given, and the soldiers could only chase the enemy within range with bows and arrows and muskets.

The soldiers of the reconnaissance platoon repeatedly opened their bows and pursued them from a long distance, but the range of the heavy arrows that could pierce the armor was only thirty or forty paces, and within this distance, 30 strong archers shot down nearly a hundred heavily armored enemies.

When this distance is exceeded, it is necessary to change to light arrows, but the light arrows are really not complimentary to the killing of the armored personnel, and the enemies who ran behind each became hedgehogs, and they did not leave a few enemies.

The musketeers also increased their reload speed, firing a third salvo when the enemy was 30 paces away, leaving 30 men behind.

Then the musketeers, who were not wearing armor, ran briskly to the side of the bridge to reload, and when the enemy ran more than 80 paces away from the bridge, they hurried to fire a final salvo, this time the dense enemy fell only about 10 enemies.

Chen Xin frowned and looked at it, the smoothbore gun built by Seiko within 30 steps was almost a god blocking and killing god, and at 50 steps, it was basically able to maintain a hit rate of eighty or ninety, but at 80 steps, the hit rate actually plummeted to less than half of it.

"The weapons are still too poor, but even this kind of smoothbore gun is seriously underproduced, and those craftsmen must be settled as soon as possible."

Looking at the enemy who is more than 200 paces away,

Chen Xin secretly pondered and pondered, "They should be waiting for the 800 cavalry to respond, they will not retreat in a short time, with their current strength, they will definitely not be able to go to the opposite plain to chase and kill a large force of the enemy's cavalry."

Moreover, there are too few cavalry on his side, the cavalry company is already crippled, and the reconnaissance platoon has only 30 people, and if the enemy wants to run, it is impossible to leave them behind.

It seems that it can only be a temporary stalemate. ”

Turning his gaze to the cavalry company soldiers on the side of the bridge, his heart twitched a few times, and he immediately shouted, "Treat the wounded." ”

Almost every soldier of the cavalry company was shot with a lot of arrows, especially a few officers and soldiers standing in the front row, whose armor was already full of feathered arrows, and there was no longer a single place to spare.

Chen Xin gently untied the rope tied to a warrior's body, and in a cry of pain, most of the feather arrows that were shallow on the flesh were lifted off by the cotton armor that was temporarily tied to his chest.

Then, with the help of a few people, he carefully untied the cotton armor he was wearing, and found that a few feather arrows were deeply rooted in his body.

Blood flowed from wounds of varying shades all over his body, almost coating the warrior's body.

The gauze and ointment that everyone carried with them were completely insufficient, and Chen Xin, who was in a hurry, immediately sent someone to lead the war horse to the large army behind to get it.

Chen Xin was really too busy to stop the bleeding of dozens of wounded people, so he could only hurriedly stop the bleeding for everyone, and then roughly inspect them, and then order the guards to tie different colored straps around the wrists of the wounded, and place the personnel according to the color of the straps and by region.

"My lord, this is a serious injury, and you have tied a belt with a minor injury." An officer who had learned battlefield first aid with Chen Xin shouted anxiously.

Chen Xintou did not reply to explain, "Now as long as they are not about to die immediately, they are all lightly injured, and they should be dealt with as soon as possible in accordance with the first aid rules." ”

Another officer shouted, "But the injuries are so bad, I, I don't know what to do." ”

Chen Xin's cold voice came: "The lives of our comrades-in-arms are in our hands, don't talk nonsense now, those who can be cured must be treated, and those who cannot be cured must be treated." ”

In the silence, Chen Xin kept running, a scalpel kept flying, cutting muscles, pulling out feather arrows, stopping the bleeding, and then handing it over to others.

At this time, what cross-infection, what sanitary environment, all thrown out of the clouds, as long as the life is temporarily saved, other things will be talked about later.

After a while, the gauze medicine came, and everyone started to get busy.

By the time the arrows on all the wounded were pulled out, it was already noon, and seeing that according to the rules of the battlefield, the cavalry company that could have been canceled was already in pain, Chen Xin was dying of pain, these were his comrades-in-arms who got along day and night.

I have really been too carried away recently, since entering the dynasty, everyone has experienced a hundred battles, and the casualties of the whole battalion are not as large as today's casualties.

The combat effectiveness of the Jin army really deserves its reputation, and it seems that it is necessary to convene a battle summary meeting as soon as possible to draw experience.

At this moment, an officer suddenly pointed at the wounded man he was caring for and shouted, "My lord, the instructor of the cavalry company has something important to say to you. ”

Chen Xin hurried over, and saw the instructor of the cavalry company covered in bandages lying weakly on the flat ground, his eyelids trembling and trembling, he was trying to suppress the lethargy after blood loss.

Squatted down gently, held the other party's hand tied with gauze, and said softly, "I'm here." ”