Populus euphratica howled like a wolf, "Forward!"

The soldiers marched down the embankment to the beat of the drums and marched towards the bandit camp in front of them. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

At the same time, Liao Shun in the east also commanded more than a hundred soldiers to move forward, and Tang Jinyi and six masters of the rivers and lakes accompanied him to sweep the formation.

"The enemy is coming, hurry up and give me the fuck to meet the enemy!"

Amid the shouts of the bandit leaders, the bandits with weapons of different lengths and various forms crowded into a bulging formation. Standing on a high place, it looks like an ugly dough cake.

But it was such a formation that Chang Wei was extremely contemptuous, but the thieves loudly ridiculed and despised the musket team.

"Where did this soldier come from? I've never seen an officer or soldier wear this kind of clothes. ”

", have you ever seen an officer or soldier dressed like a big red envelope? This is not an officer or soldier at all. Baozhun is the militia and volunteer of the gentry landlord in Suqian County. ”

"Haha, this militia is really rich. Dressed more formally than the New Year, are they fighting a war or a blind date?"

"Tsk, music, don't you say it's like a brothel, it's good, it's good. ”

This is the most popular song in the brothels of Nanjing, called Flower Tune. ”

"He Laosan, your boss is lucky, if I am sent to Nanjing City for three months, I can understand this tune. ”

The little boss on the dirt bag scolded: "me quiet, do you see the guy in someone's hand? Quick, put the wooden shield in your hand!"

He Laosan scoffed at the word musket, "Come on, become the second child, we have fought with the officials and soldiers in Shandong." The bird gun is a bird, not to mention the distance that no bow and arrow shoots, and the loading bullet is as slow as a donkey, when we rush over, didn't the officers and soldiers run away when they lost the bird gun?"

"Hahaha!"

It was clear that the thieves had fought a lot of battles, and the poor performance of the guards made them so confident that they even despised their muskets.

However, this is not to blame for their lack of knowledge, the elite of the Ming Dynasty is the border army, and the most elite are the soldiers on the front line in Liaodong. The guards were all peasants who farmed and fed their own food, and it was not easy for them to go to the battlefield, and it would be a miracle if they could win a war with such soldiers.

Kindness was treated as a donkey's liver and lungs, and Cheng Lao San couldn't hold his face, and scolded: "Damn, don't be so careless, there are still big boats in the river, there must be artillery on it, be careful to blow up your bastards." ”

"Haha, the bird can't hit the bird, and the artillery can't hit the air. ”

He Laosan became more and more arrogant, but looking at Cheng Laosan's angry face, he restrained a little, "However, you have to be careful of the boats in the lake and the horses in the circle, in case they go **** and beat the boats and horses, our efforts will be in vain." Second, you go and inform Boss Li and let him tie up his horse, and third, you go and inform Wang Bangmallet and ask him to row the boat farther away. ”

"Good Lat!" The second dog and the third blind man had just run backwards, and Wang Zhuang on the boat opened fire.

Boom!

The bow gun roared with an earth-shattering roar, emitting a sonic boom that ignited the air. A fiery red cannonball with a long tail of smoke pierced the empty sky and whizzed into the small dirt bag.

Maybe Wang Zhuang didn't have a good luck today, or maybe the small earthen bag was too small, and the first shell actually drew a high arc, crossed the small earthen bag and roared and smashed onto a small island not far from the mouth of the lake.

Under the strong thrust of gunpowder, the five-pound shells tumbled and jumped on the island more than a dozen times, and fell into the lake with a bang, and the fried fish and shrimp flew all over the sky, and even the damp reeds on the island were ignited.

Then, in a burst of rain crackling like a plantain, hundreds of small pebbles smashed the island into a hornet's nest.

"Clean up the barrel!" Wang Zhuang is a professional gunner, and his failure to hit the first shot has no effect on him, and he calmly gives orders.

"Wang Cannon, the angle of fire is not enough. ”

"Well, seven degrees higher!"

Although Wang Zhuang and his gunners were not affected, the thieves were overjoyed, and He Laosan shouted triumphantly to the dirt bag: "How about it, am I right? Artillery, there is no problem in defending and attacking the city, but it can be used in the field to fight in the field is completely an artillery battle - just listen to the sound, don't be afraid." ”

"It seems that this group of gunners has average gunnership. ”

Cheng Lao's nervous mood also calmed down a lot, "In short, it's better to be careful!"

Unaffected by the roaring artillery fire, the musketeers continued to march steadily to the cheerful music.

Two hundred steps, one hundred steps, until the smiling expression on the thief's face was clearly visible, the array was still neat, the steps were still steady and light, and they had formed a conditioned reflex under the long-term cruel training.

Listening to the call and the music to react naturally has become a physical instinct. When the fear of the officer outweighs the enemy, the enemy is nowhere near as terrible in their eyes as the officer's demonic smile and merciless whip.

Eighty steps!

The musketeers continued to move forward, for the music did not stop and new orders were not given. This means that they cannot stop, and if there is no order, they will walk in front of the enemy without stopping, and if there is no order at this time, then what they should do is to continue to walk forward against the enemy's slashing until they die.

"Hey, aren't these people stupid? Although muskets have a shorter range than bows and arrows, they can shoot at a distance of a hundred paces. ”

The contempt and ridicule on He Laosan's face never changed, "What good guns can these militia volunteers have? Regardless of them, don't we have bows and arrows? Come up and shoot at me, and if you shoot them accurately, they will all be killed when they come up to us with the speed of their turtles. ”

In the training of musketeers, except for rapid marches and assembly at predetermined locations, the rest of the time they marched on large and small feet, especially in battle, it was absolutely forbidden to run with a chaotic formation.

With He Laosan's words, twenty or thirty strong and powerful men ran to the front of the formation with bows and arrows, and in a tooth-aching creak, arrows with different flight trajectories flew towards the musketeer array.

None of the musketeers dared to hesitate, and although they had fear in their hearts, their eyes were straight ahead, and their steps were still steady and powerful. In their daily training, they are faced with a dense rain of arrows.

Although most of the time it was headless arrows, and sometimes the damned officers actually shot with real arrows, but the steel plate on their chests and the iron helmets on their heads were basically guaranteed not to be killed on the spot, and those who hit the arrows were immediately treated by the Rejuvenation Hallowe, so it wasn't too bad.

Fortunately, all twenty or thirty arrows landed more than ten paces in front of the first column.

The archery skills of his subordinates made He Laosan angry, "Idiot, haven't you seen how the official army shoots arrows? ”

Obviously, the thieves have not been trained in archery, and the archers are the most skilled in the army, not only requiring extremely high eyesight and arm strength, but also going through a lot of rigorous, complex, and long-term training to produce results. It's not like you're an archer with a bow.

The enemy's poor archery skills caused the fear in the musketeer's heart to fly out of the clouds.

Under the scolding of He Laosan, the thieves shot the second round of arrows, but unfortunately they shot a hundred paces away with great strength and fell far behind the musket team. And the shot was close, but it landed one or twenty steps in front of him, and the angry He Laosan's nose was crooked. Then, accusations ensued, and the scene became more and more unbearable, but everyone did not pay attention to the musket team that was striding forward.

"Stop!"

Reaching a distance of sixty paces, Hu Yang gave a new order. The musketeers immediately stood still, and the music stopped.

"First team, Upper Flint!"

The captain of the first team and the captain of the team raised their knives at the same time, repeating the order of the poplar, "Go to the flint!"

"Raise your gun and aim!"

"Raise your gun and aim!"

Whoa!

The muskets, which had already been loaded, were pressed against the shoulder sockets of the soldiers, and they were quickly aimed at the target in front of them.

"Shoot!"

"Shoot!"

Bang bang bang ......!(To be continued.) )