The figure on the opposite side gradually became clear, and the officers on Jian Chen's side also began to restrain the army. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Three companies remained in the rear as reserves, and the remaining soldiers lined up in three columns to check the loading of gunpowder for the last time.

Because of the flintlock pistols, these people can be arranged more closely together, and they no longer need to leave at least one person's width apart from each other like arquebusiers, and the fire can be more dense.

The officers took binoculars and observed the situation on the opposite side, gradually spreading their troops.

With seven guns in hand, there is enough first-mover advantage on this side. No matter how the opposing side changes formation or chooses the direction of attack, this side can calmly change formation, while the opponent needs to go around in a huge circle.

Moreover, the artillery can interrupt the build-up of the opposing side, and there is no artillery on the opposite side, and there is no means to affect the formation change on this side at all outside the range of the arquebus.

Sun Yuanhua and others here who really saw the battlefield for the first time all opened their eyes wide, wanting to see what was going on in this battle.

Now their feeling is that these people are well-trained, and the only thing they don't understand is that the people here play the flute, and the music is melodious, which is not quite like the battlefield.

On the other side of the battlefield, Hisataka Kayama looked puzzled, looking at the extremely dense formation arranged on the opposite side, he really had never seen the iron gunners lined up so closely.

The gunners on his side diverged a great distance, and they couldn't get too close to each other, otherwise they would be unlucky if they ignited the gunpowder on others.

When he was puzzled, the white smoke flashed on the opposite side, and several iron balls flew towards this side, smashing into the dirt next to them with a bang, and after flying up, they smashed a few feet in the distance to pieces.

The artillerymen on Jian Chen's side had already opened fire.

The artillery captain observed the effect of the shot, and the gunner was busy extinguishing the sparks in the cannon and wiping the chamber of the gun, without needing to reload at too fast speed.

Turned out the artillery manual, and asked the artillerymen to adjust the elevation angle a little according to the annotations on it.

The first round of shelling worked well, two iron pellets fell in the array of arquebusiers of the opposing side, breaking the leg of the man in the first row, jumping up and smashing the head of a man in the third row.

The officer took a look through the binoculars and saw several figures wearing different styles of armor on the opposite side, guessing that it was the commander on the opposite side, and ordered the artillery to target the figures in different armor during the second shelling.

The artillerymen, lazily adjusting their angles, carried out a second shelling at the order of the officers.

Although it did not hit the generals on the opposite side, the shelling obviously scared the people on the opposite side enough, knowing that if they swallowed it like this, it would not be long before their morale would fall into a trough.

This feeling that others can hit you but you can't do anything about it is really uncomfortable on the battlefield, and it is also the most serious blow to morale.

Hirata Masumune looked at the other side and proposed, "They are all iron gunners, and if they use iron cannons to bombard, I'm afraid they won't be their opponents." It's better to find someone to bring some people close, and you and I will be in the front of the whole army. If you trick them into shooting, you can rush them while they are loading. As long as they rush into their formation, they will be like wolves and sheep, and the victory and defeat will be divided in an instant. ”

Hisataka Kayama had no other way but to agree, but it was a difficult question who to send to death.

The composition of this army was complicated, and there were only more than 1,000 troops directly under the Satsuma Domain, and some people had previously been stationed on the northern islands. Even the troops directly under the Satsuma Domain are divided into three parts.

The iron gunners were the sharp weapons of the Satsuma Domain, and they were invincible when they attacked the Ryukyus before, but now they are full of iron gunners and cannons, and their biggest reliance is meaningless.

Now I don't know the depth of the other side, and Hirata's proposal is also dangerous, what if the opposite side is not a group of people who will shoot indiscriminately if they are extremely far away?

And now it is necessary to make a decision as soon as possible, because the artillery on the opposite side is still bombarding in an orderly manner, and with each bombardment someone falls.

After making a decision, more than 200 people went forward to the front, and the rest of the team followed behind.

The distance from 500 paces to the point where the charge could be launched was extremely long in the presence of artillery threats, and people were constantly being hit by iron balls, and people were constantly screaming and shouting, but they could not pose a single threat to the opposite side.

The officers on Chen Jian's side quickly judged the intention of the other side, and smiled and asked the soldiers to shoot in three rows in turn.

Since the change to the flintlock pistol, this tactic, which was most useful against opponents with very poor discipline in the arquebus era, has lost its effectiveness.

The distance between the two sides gradually approached, and the artillerymen began to destroy the life of the artillery, reloading several times faster than the attempted fire just now.

When the more than 200 people who came out approached the middle of the middle, nearly eighty paces, the officers drew their long swords and swung them.

The soldiers of the first row pulled the trigger and immediately took a step back, and the soldiers of the second row took a step forward and continued to shoot.

After shooting, the soldier took out the lead bullet wrapped in paper and butter from his pocket, bit open the paper packet and put the lead bullet in his mouth, poured the paper-wrapped gunpowder into the barrel, and tamped the lead bullet.

Years of training allowed them to reload extremely quickly, and the rotational fire of the three platoons of flintlock soldiers exploded into the strongest infantry firepower of the era.

In fact, the soldiers who had retreated from the first row had just finished reloading, and after firing the second shot, the more than 200 people had already collapsed and fled towards the rear.

On the opposite side, Hisataka Kayama was already frightened. He'd seen a three-stage strike blown to the core, but he'd never seen a three-stage strike so fast.

By the time the second round of gunfire rang out, he knew that the reload speed on the other side was at least three times faster than that of the proud iron gunners on his side, which was unimaginable.

The denser formation of the flintlock pistol made the effect of this shot even more terrifying, and the formation two to three times the density of the arquebus played the strongest effect of lead bullet.

Two rounds of guns, more than 200 people have fallen on the side of Kayama Hisada, and those in front have retreated, and it seems that that tactic has proven meaningless.

At this time, the main force had approached about a hundred paces, and successively slashed and killed several people who had fled, which was able to stabilize the army's morale and not collapse, but the morale had dropped to the extreme.

After two rounds of firing from the opposite side, they stopped firing no more, and only three guns continued to fire in this direction, while the remaining four guns seemed to stop, apparently reloading different shells.

Hisakama heard the drum beat on the opposite side suddenly changed, and then saw the reloaded soldier on the opposite side take out a short sword from his waist and place it on the firearm.

He didn't know what it was, and his heart was even more alarmed, the tactics of these people on the other side were something he had never seen before, and his usual tactics of luring the other party to shoot first were ineffective.

He was already panicked in his heart, and after taking a dozen steps forward, there was another flash of fire, and several iron pellets fell straight into the formation of the iron gunner.

At this time, the distance was quite close, and the iron gunners seemed to be unable to withstand such a blow, and they did not know which iron gunners fired without waiting for orders. It was like a bird's cry in the early morning, and soon the sound of the iron cannon sounded chaotically.

In the smoke, there seemed to be a dozen people on the opposite side, but the people behind quickly stepped forward to fill the vacancy in front.

On Jian Chen's side, after hearing the gunfire of the iron cannon on the opposite side, the officer in command and Jian Chen looked at each other and smiled.

Chen Jian turned around and told the few people who went to the battlefield for the first time: "The other side lost." ”

Sun Yuanhua didn't know why Jian Chen said this, it seemed that although the opposite side had suffered a casualty just now, there were still a lot of people and they were approaching.

Jian Chen didn't explain, just let Sun Yuanhua and the others watch.

The officer here shouted: "Beat the drum, forward, walk slowly!" ”

The flutes, which have been passed down for centuries, are blowing, the snare drums are beating, and the soldiers are lined up in a neat line, to the beat of the snare drums, while stepping forward.

Both the officer and Chen Jian understood that the other side had already lost.

At a distance of ninety paces, the arquebus had no chance to reload the second time.

The whole team walked in unison at the speed of the waist drum at this time, about seventy-five steps per minute, and it was impossible for the opposite side to complete the loading in one minute.

So they've already lost, as long as this side chooses to attack.

The soldiers, as if they had been trained countless times, silently counted one, two, one in their hearts, listened to the drum beat played by the flute player who played the drum, and the habit of being left by the officer's baton countless times made their footsteps merge with the sound of the flute.

More than 1,000 people advanced at the same time, and the footsteps were so neat, like a charge from thousands of horses.

But apart from the sound of footsteps, flutes, drums, and shouting from the other side, there was not the slightest sound. A simple bayonet glows black in the sun, it is not sharp, but it is pointed, it can stab a person to death, maybe it can't be pulled out, maybe it will bend off, but it is better than nothing.

When the thousand people advanced at the same time, it was as if the whole field had moved, neat and numb, revealing a terrible smell.

The iron cannon on the opposite side was filled with gunpowder in a panic, but the cumbersome arquebus made them believe that they could not complete the reload before the other party approached, and this mentality made them make mistakes frequently.

Seeing that the other party was pressing towards him like a moving city wall, he had no choice, drew his sword and shouted, leading his men to charge.

The advancing soldiers on Jian Chen's side heard the officer's order, and their right leg slammed on the ground and stopped.

"Raise your gun!"

"Raise your gun!"

The officers shouted, the soldiers repeated, their fingers on the trigger, the soldiers of the first row half-crouched, the soldiers of the second and third rows staggered, and pointed their guns at the enemy who was charging.

The shouts from the other side were intelligible, but the emotions contained in those shouts were understandable to the soldiers.

There is despair, fear, and helplessness, but there is no confidence in victory.

Closer and closer, closer and closer, those crooked long knives, bamboo spears, and strange armor all seemed to be close in front of them, only thirty or fifty paces away.

"Charge after firing! Fire! ”

The officer's order was finally given, and 1,300 arquebuses were fired simultaneously in a matter of seconds, and thousands of projectiles were fired into the nearest enemy within a few seconds.

More than 600 people fell into this salvo, and by this time the iron gunners were only halfway reloaded.

Hirata Masumune, who had been shot four times in his body and was irretrievable, saw the penultimate scene before he fell, and it was a dense crowd of soldiers like a city wall, dressed in blue and white striped shirts, with short knives at the front of the iron cannon, shouting words that he could not understand, and swept over like a tidal wave that swept away everything.

And in the last scene, a pair of feet that I don't know who stepped on his eyes that were staring at the sky as he was dying, and it was pitch black.