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After the first round of heavy shelling, there was a brief pause in the roaring of artillery, and by this time the enemy fleet was already in disarray.

More than a dozen small speedboats were all blown to pieces, turning into debris on the chaotic surface of the lake, drifting away with the current.

"Fuck, quick, row back!" Gou Yannian, who was on the first patrol boat, finally had a chance to get up from the deck.

Since his ship was at the forefront, he was naturally well cared for, but he was lucky that the whistling shells grazed the boats on both sides, and although the ship shook badly, it did not cause substantial damage.

Seeing that the shelling stopped, Gou Yannian roared in a hurry. In previous years, the Jianghu sects that attacked the Thirteen Consecutive Villages also touched the vicinity of the Laozi Mountain Waterway, but they were all ordinary ships that used bows and arrows and jumped gangs to fight, and they were easily defeated by them if they were not familiar with the situation of the waterway.

But these enemies in front of him were almost scared to death by Gou Yannian, not only did they accurately touch Laozi Mountain, but also artillery. Fortunately, the enemy's artillery stopped, and Gou Yannian waved the spear in his hand and shouted loudly, and the sailors finally let the ship move.

At the same time, Chang Wei also waved his knife on the flagship of the building ship and shouted downward: "The artillery is full of ammunition! The musketeers are aiming! Give me a good fight, kill a water thief and reward one tael of silver, ten taels of silver for the small leader, one hundred taels for the big leader, and one thousand taels of silver for killing Xie Chunqiu!"

The flagship, under the control of the best sailors, marched diagonally on the lake like a battleship at sea, forming a side-string confrontation, a posture that ensured that the ship's sixteen tiger squats and sixty musketeers could fire at the same time.

"The first team aims...... Shoot!"

With the captain's order, the sound of fried bean-like gunfire rang out, and the shooting accuracy on the bumpy ship was extremely low, and only five or six water thieves were knocked down by sixty bullets.

"The second team aims for ...... Shoot!"

The sixty musketeers who fired in the kneeling position of the second platoon had the first platoon as a reference, so the accuracy was doubled, and sixty rounds knocked down a dozen enemies.

"What the hell is this officer? There are not only artillery but also muskets!" Gou Yannian watched the sailors around him fall to the ground crackling, and his heart trembled with fright.

Although the sailors stationed at the mouth of the Huai River in Huai'an Prefecture had artillery, they did not have muskets, because the bird guns were not easy to use on the water at all, and they could not be fired at the slightest sight of water.

Moreover, he was a senior officer of the general village, and he knew that it was impossible for the governor of Caoyun, Teng Leshan, to send troops to attack the Thirteen Chain Village. So, where are the officers and soldiers of this fierce sailor in front of them? Could it be the one from Wusongkou? It is impossible for them to have such a powerful musket.

Taking advantage of the interval between shooting, Gou Yannian looked up at the opponent's flagship, only to see that the hunting flag was tattooed with eight thick characters like ink.

"Jinyiwei, damn it, Chang Wei, this little mongrel, actually came to the door!"

Gou Yannian naturally knew what had happened in the Purple Mountain in Nanjing City, and he scolded angrily: "Wu Yuanbai and Du Rulin, the two scourges who killed a thousand knives!"

On the flagship, the second row of musketeers crouched on the ground to reload, and the third row began to raise their guns to aim.

Standing at the head of the team is Yin An, because he is bold and has good psychological quality, especially being able to endure hardships and be bloody. Therefore, in several months of training, fighting, knife skills, archery, horsemanship, and water are all among the best, so the first batch of 500-person musket team to train with the soldiers of the original god machine battalion.

Muskets!

As soon as the trigger was pulled, the roar was like thunder, and the enemy a hundred paces away was instantly knocked down. Before entering the Volunteer Battalion, this weapon was simply Lei Gong's unique might, belonging to the legendary existence, and it was a weapon that Yin An had dreamed of.

When he entered the Volunteer Battalion and saw the musketeers of the Genshin God Machine Battalion proudly showing off their muskets and marksmanship, Yin An's envious eyes were about to pop out.

However, from then on, he also knew that this weapon was made by craftsmen in the gun factory, and the first person to invent this flintlock pistol was his supreme boss, Chang Wei, the envoy of Jinyi Weibei Town.

Lei Gong's unique natural power can be created? Chang Daren is really a god descending from heaven. To this day, Yin An feels so incredible, but the flintlock pistol in his hand is really there, and this fantastic feeling is so good. And now, he is going to fire the first shot in real combat.

"Third Team Aim!"

With the order of the captain beside him, Yin An quickly gathered his mind, held the gun body steadily, and pressed the butt against his shoulder socket, and his hot cheeks smoked by gunsmoke pressed against the cold ironwood handle made him feel very comfortable.

Looking beyond the crosshairs, he began to look for the target on the pirate patrol ship through the door, and soon a sailor with a slurry appeared in his sight, "It's you!" Yin An quickly completed the 'three points and one line' shooting guideline.

He held his breath to keep his body at its best rest, and his steady and powerful right index finger pulled the trigger, waiting for the final command.

"Shoot!"

The captain didn't let Yin An wait long before giving the order.

"It's going to hit!"

Yin An cheered himself up in his heart, and he was about to pull the trigger. Suddenly, a vicious face with a stubble appeared in Yin An's sight through the small round hole on the door.

Immediately, the man looked up and seemed to be looking at the flag hanging on the second floor of the ship, and then his body moved, and the messy clothes on his shoulders shook his gaze. The next moment, the sailor that Yin An was aiming at had already sunk down with the rhythm, and the fierce face also bowed down.

Bang bang bang!

The robes around him have been launched, and some people cheered excitedly, obviously hitting the target, and some people who didn't hit sighed. However, everyone was quickly cleaning the chamber of the gun and preparing for the next reload, but Yin An was the only one who had not yet shot.

"Huh?"

Chang Wei, the supreme commander who supervised the battle at the scene, noticed that Yin An was still maintaining the posture of raising his gun and aiming, and his sharp gaze swept over.

"Three breaths, it's only been a breath and there's still time!"

Yin An was not nervous, he was still searching for the target, and he stubbornly decided that the first shot he fired on the battlefield must hit the enemy.

The battalion uses a three-stage shooting method, if one person does not finish shooting, the person in front will not be able to continue shooting, because this will cause accidental injury, so if someone drags the rhythm is a serious violation of military discipline and will be expelled from the musket team.

It is even clearly stipulated in the drill code that no matter whether there is a target or not, you must shoot within three breaths of hearing the order.

Suddenly, the guy who caused Yin An to delay his shooting got up and ran to the rear, Yin An's wrist moved slightly, and the barrel not only deviated from the established direction, but also rose a little.

Just when the captain was about to open his mouth to scold, Yin An calmly pulled the trigger, bang, the fire was shining, and the smoke was rising, this lonely gunfire was particularly eye-catching, and the robes around him glanced at Yin An with blaming eyes, and the faces of the captain and team leader standing at both ends of the team had become extremely ugly.

During the training, Yin An was the most accurate marksman and the best psychological quality in their team, otherwise he would not have been the vanguard. However, who knew that when he was about to fight, his movements were so slow and procrastinating.

Lao Tzu must kick him out of the musket team and roll him out to feed the horses and brush the urine bucket! Although the captain thought viciously in his heart, he still looked at the enemy ship like a conditioned reflex, and it was also one of the captain's responsibilities to check the shooting effect and determine the level of the soldiers.

The bullet flew less than a hundred paces away, and struck the back of the man's head with a snap.

Yin An saw through the door that his head was like a watermelon hit by a heavy hammer, and it was smashed to pieces, and red blood, miserable white brains, flying skulls and broken flesh were splashed everywhere.

Well, the timing should be just right. ”

On the battlefield for the first time, Yin An, who shot the enemy's head with one shot, did not feel ecstatic, but his heart was full of peace. (To be continued.) )