After more than 1,000 hand-to-hand soldiers of the Xishan Army were killed and wounded, the firearms of the Xishan Army finally moved to a place where they could shoot the Fuxing Army.

Don't think that the Xishan Army can't shoot platoon guns, this is not high-tech, and whether it is the Xishan Army or the former Zheng Zhu of North Vietnam, there are Dutch instructors or Portuguese instructors under them, and they are no strangers to platoon guns!

Seventy meters away, the first to fire was the Xishan Army, whose platoon guns were not neat, but they still knocked down a large number of Baath Army soldiers.

Immediately afterwards, the line infantry of the Revival Army also opened fire, and they are not weak chickens, and it is unrealistic to want the soldiers of the Revival Army to walk thirty meters to shoot a platoon of guns with such strong firepower!

The first few times it could, but that was because the opponent was really weak, and the casualties caused were within the range that the soldier's heart could bear.

And the Xishan Army is much higher than the Bugis in terms of combat effectiveness and fighting will.

Therefore, Huang Laosi is not brain-dead to the point that he has to get close to the platoon of guns, and the soldiers of the Revival Army under him are just extremely elite in Nanyang, but they are not perverted war machines like elite lobster soldiers and the Emperor's Guard.

However, although it is still a counter-fire, the rifle of the revival army is much more neat than that of the Xishan army, and the Xishan army can only fire three rounds of strikes, and the high-intensity training of the renaissance army soldiers can play exaggerated six rounds of fire, and the firepower is continuous!

The rising smoke obscured the entire battlefield like a demonic aura, and everywhere there was only the flash of fire when the muskets fired, and the dense sound of gunfire.

The two sides of the opposing shot were only less than sixty meters apart, but they couldn't see the figure on the other side clearly!

Of course, there are also shells that slash from time to time, smashing into the phalanxes of both sides, taking away a few particularly unlucky unlucky eggs.

The rate of fire on both sides became faster and faster, because even the better-trained Baath Army soldiers would panic, thinking that they would finish shooting quickly and retreat to the back to reload, and those who stepped forward to shoot would be like going to the execution ground.

This is different from hand-to-hand combat, which is extremely visually impactful, and queuing to be shot is the fear of the unknown, because you don't know when a lead bullet will come from the other side and send you to the western sky.

Think about it, even if two groups of people are lined up, it is terrifying to throw stones at each other, let alone line up to shoot each other with flintlock pistols, which is an extreme test of the discipline and courage of the soldiers.

As the battle heated up, the damage caused by the flintlock pistols became lower and lower, and at first a hundred soldiers in a horizontal row of the Baath Army would be hit by a dozen or a dozen people when they fired, and by the end of the day, only five or six would fall.

Yes, you read that right, the more you fight, the casualty rate will plummet!

Because of the panicked soldiers, there are many mistakes that do not occur in training.

For example, the gunpowder in the firing slot did not lead to the main charge.

The flint is old and forgets to replace it.

There is too much siltation of muzzle residue.

Or shoot the whole strip straight out, and you can only watch dryly.

Of course, there are all kinds of gunpowder bags that cannot be found, and buckshot that cannot be found.

At the same time, the success rate of firing was rapidly declining in panic, and a hundred people stepped forward to fire, at least ten of them were pretending.

Obscured by smoke and gunfire, the command was nearly paralyzed, a French mounted artillery captain, Mercer, wrote in his Waterloo diary.

"Those troops passing on either side of my launch site are as mysterious to me as the moon people!"

A captain doesn't even know who is passing by him, let alone let a soldier in extreme tension hear an order from an officer.

As long as you can't quickly defeat the enemy on the opposite side, you will enter an extremely inefficient and rotten battle, and hundreds of lead bullets may take away one enemy.

But the Baath Army was much better on its side, they not only had line infantry, but also grenadiers, and the Xishan Army on the opposite side had to be shot and bombed.

So much so that many soldiers of the Xishan Army thought that the enemy on the opposite side had pulled the cannon down in front of them.

Huang Laosi, who had a keen sense of smell, felt that there were fewer and fewer lead bullets shooting from the opposite side, and there were fewer and fewer flickering fires, so he gave the order to move forward in a timely manner.

All the soldiers were shoulder to shoulder, shouting orders from one person to the next, and the military bands between the phalanxes beat the snare drums with all their might.

"Onward!"

"Onward!"

"Onward!"

Each of the Fuxing Company soldiers shouted forward, then stopped shooting and lined up.

When one soldier is knocked down by buckshot, another soldier will come forward to make up for it, and the advancing soldiers find that the other side has not fired many buckshots, which greatly strengthens their confidence.

Through the choking smoke, the eyes of the soldiers of the Renaissance Army suddenly opened up, and they were surprised to find that they had actually walked in front of the soldiers of the Xishan Army, and the distance between the two sides would not exceed twenty meters.

The soldiers of the Xishan Army who were mechanically loading were also confused, they were still preparing to shoot like the previous times, but they didn't expect others to have come to them back then.

"Raise your gun!" Huang Lao Si shouted loudly, and more than a thousand flintlock pistols were immediately raised, and the muzzle of the black hole emitted a ghostly light of death.

I don't know who screamed, the soldiers of the Xishan Army were like termites that had been stabbed over the nest, they did everything, they hurried to shoot, they even crawled to the back and ran, threw down the flintlock pistol in their hands and pulled out their waist knives and wanted to rush over.

"Put!"

With Huang Laosi's order, within twenty steps, a thousand flintlock pistols fired at least seven hundred shots, even if the trajectory of the smoothbore gun was weird, but at such a close distance, the hit rate was still terrifying.

"Boom!"

The roar of the mountains and the sea sounded, and the Xishan army knocked down more than 200 people in one fell swoop!

"There are bayonets! Sortie! ”

The formation of 1,000 people in the front row changed, and more than 300 people with bayonets formed a cone-shaped formation, and rushed towards the phalanx of the Xishan Army, and the Xishan Army, which was caught off guard, was pierced at once.

The soldiers who penetrated the position of the Xishan Army did not stop, they hurriedly leaned to the left, and a hundred people in front of them fought hand-to-hand with the soldiers of the Xishan Army who came after them with bayonets, while the others hurriedly reloaded.

At the same time, on Huang Laosi's side, the soldiers in the back row hurriedly made up for it, and almost 800 flintlock pistols were raised.

The salvo damage this time was actually not as high as the last time, and it only knocked down less than a hundred people, but the Xishan Army that was facing Huang Laosi's one Dao collapsed.

More than 5,000 of them were almost 2,000 gone, and under the deterrence of this terrifying platoon gun, they could no longer fight in panic, and they didn't know who took the lead, and the remaining Xishan army fled like a low tide.

In the other phalanxes, Chen Wenqi also defeated the Xishan Army in front of him, and Ye Huan was unable to compare with the Fuxing Army because he commanded the soldiers selected from the police army, and the battle situation entered a stalemate.

But when Oudino arrived with seventy or eighty grenadiers, the situation immediately changed.

Countless picric acid bombs directly blew up the Dao that Ruan Wenxue personally commanded, which could still be supported.

"It's our turn! Hack the fucking West Mountain Monkey! ”

Ye Kai picked up a spear and was the first to rush out from the left side of a line of infantry.

"Fuck it!"

"Go!"

Huang Zhongtong and Liang Wenying also roared and rushed out, they were followed by almost more than 2,000 hand-to-hand combat soldiers, all of them were strong men wearing iron armor and iron helmets, they had waited for so long, waiting for this moment!

The two thousand people led by Ye Kai were like wild dogs out of the cage, running very fast, and their target was Ruan Van Xue, who had just been repelled by Oudino's grenadiers.

The more than 7,000 people in the two Dao led by one of the Seven Tiger Generals of the West Mountain were the most elite except for the 5,000 Chinese troops that Huang Laosi faced head-on.

There were more than 3,000 hand-to-hand combatants among them, and now their own flintlock musketeers began to rush forward to fight with their own flintlock musketeers, because the bayonets would certainly not be able to defeat the iron armor and spears.