Drums!

When Li Fugui and his brothers marched to the beat of the neat drum, his eyes were fixed on the Fuhu Kaishan Formation in Dongyu, he was no stranger to this formation, after all, he had used such a military formation in the past, but at that time, he was a pikeman in the formation, holding a long spear. And now he is a musketeer, and all he does is move forward with the beat of the drums, with the orders of the officers.

In the middle of the line was the flag-bearer, and everyone marched in unison, and the captain kept shouting and repeating his words.

"Save your ammunition, brethren...... I didn't order not to shoot...... Save ammo...... Wait until you get closer...... The closer you get, the more accurate you shoot, and shoot your nose ......"

Sweat flowed down Li Fugui's cheeks, and as he got closer and closer, his wrinkled face began to reveal a trace of fear, and he felt his throat a little dry.

He glanced ahead, Dongyu was already under artillery fire, shouldn't he think about charging at this time? Just kill the big guy......

However, he was still a little worried, after all, he had no armor on his body, in fact, in the past, as a pikeman, he also had no armor, not every soldier of the Dongjiang Army had armor, in fact, most soldiers did not, but the North Koreans were the same.

Fortunately, they were covered by armoured soldiers on both flanks, who would kill them as they approached, tearing apart the main formation of the eastern captives with their thick-armored blades.

In fact, the current main formation of Dongyu has begun to loosen a little, but it is still largely the same. Although the shelling seemed to be very violent, it was limited by the number of artillery pieces, the rate of fire and other aspects, and did not cause a fatal blow to the large array of 20,000 people.

"The Ming army is coming......"

As soon as the Ming army approached two hundred paces, the Korean soldiers' bird guns were released.

For a while, the sound of guns roared like firecrackers in the formation of the Korean soldiers, and clouds of white smoke erupted from the mouths of the guns, enveloping these Korean soldiers who had just been transformed into the Eight Banners of Goryeo.

Although separated by two hundred paces, the lead guns still brought some casualties to the Ming army, and from time to time there were brothers around Li Fugui who were shot or fell or let out a scream, and even at this time, Dongyu's Franc machine also began to fire, and hundreds of shotguns fell on them like raindrops. But despite this, they continued to move forward despite the rain of bullets......

Of course, the gunners of the Ming army were not to be outdone and used shotguns to attack the Dongyu, and a dense rain of bullets also shrouded the Dongyu, and for a time the gunners on both sides came and went, setting off a bloody storm among the infantry on both sides.

Finally, at a distance of 100 meters, the queue stopped with the roar of the battalion commander.

"Squat down in the front row!"

With the command, the fighters in the front row knelt down on one knee one after another.

"Raise your gun!"

Li Fugui, who was kneeling on one knee, raised the rifle in his hand, and the comrades behind him also held their rifles one after another, and crossed his head to aim at the shield cart in front of him.

"Put!"

The moment the words fell, a deafening burst of gunfire rang out one after another, and unlike the seemingly continuous sound of guns, this round of salvo was not even a second apart.

The moment the gunfire rang out, a white smoke filled the front of the horizontal team, and through the white smoke, you could see a burst of screams coming from behind the shield car - the large-caliber lead bullet easily tore the shield plate of the shield car, hitting the east captives in the rear, and even the naked eye could see dense holes in the shield car.

After the first column was fired, the second column was fired again, one column with three rows...... It's a crazy round of rotation.

After firing a shot, Li Fugui, who was kneeling on one knee, took out a bullet from his waist bag, bit through the paper shell containing gunpowder, poured gunpowder into the barrel, and then loaded the bullet into it, and finally compacted the gunpowder and bullets with a strip. His whole body was numb and used his weapon.

As he was loading, he suddenly stopped worrying about himself and forgot to pay attention to the threat ahead. He's not a man but a member — he's part of the collective, he's part of the army, this cause, he's part of the country, and now everything is in danger. He has been connected to this group, and the individual is governed by a will.

He was always aware of the subtle, fraternal camaraderie of his comrades-in-arms around him, which was even more convincing than the reason for their fighting—killing the captives and avenging their loved ones, which could only be produced in the smoke of death.

But despite this friendship, when the head of the comrade-in-arms next to him was hit by the gun, when the red and white objects splashed on his face, he didn't seem to have any reaction, and he didn't even look at it.

Finally, after completing the loading, he once again aimed at the Donglu in front of him, and through the smoke of gunpowder, he saw that many people had fallen in the Donglu's array, and the so-called Fuhu Mountain Opening Formation had also become scattered, and even the shield car was full of holes.

"Putting ......"

With the order of the commander,

He pulled the trigger again. With the back seat of the gun, he even felt that he saw the bullet hit Dongyu and heard Dongyu's screams.

"Bang ......"

It was like a hammer hitting the head, and when the person next to him fell, Kim Zhongji seemed to hear the sound of his head being knocked open, and the sound was like a ripe watermelon, making a muffled sound, and then the person fell, but the corpses of different shapes around him were mixed together, and those corpses twisted in various strange postures, as if they were struggling before death.

As for the shield cart in front of them, not only could it not stop the cannons. It also couldn't stop the Ming army's guns, and the heavy wooden planks on the shield car were punched out holes thicker than thumbs, and the moment the person standing behind the shield car was hit, even if he was lucky enough to survive, his bones were broken. Screaming and lying in a pool of blood.

Even now, they are still struggling in a pool of blood, but no one has to save them, in fact, the wounded around him are the same, most of them can only rely on themselves to withdraw to the formation, more wounded can only scream in the pool of blood, wailing, in this era, there are no medical soldiers in the rain of bullets to rescue these wounded, for the injured people, he can only save himself, the rest is to pray for God's blessing, but many people shouted and shouted without sound......

However, Jin Zhongji, who has been shrouded in fear, did not notice these at all, he nervously loaded the bullets for the bird, when he poured out the gunpowder from the bamboo tube, he raised his head nervously again, through the beaten and broken shield car, he saw that the Ming army was closer, they lined up in rows, or squatting, or standing, the fire guns in their hands were like guns pointed directly at their side, the long knives at the mouth of the guns shone brightly in the sun, bright and dazzling, but the next moment, The bright light was enveloped in a cloud of smoke......

Fear!

In the face of these heavenly soldiers and generals from the Celestial Empire, like everyone else, a boundless fear surged in the depths of Kim Zhongji's heart.

These people are all heavenly soldiers and generals of the Celestial Empire! They are fighting to death.

Just as he was thinking about it, another thought came to his heart...... Escape!

Get out!

Kim Jung-ki, who was thinking about it, looked left and right, and he saw that the other people were also drifting like him, and they were a little dodgy.

At this moment, I don't know who took the lead and fled backwards.

Almost at the same time, the military team in the middle of the formation immediately raised their knives and slashed at them, and in three or five strokes, they cut off the heads of those people.

Not only did they cut down the deserters who escaped, but even those who took a few steps backwards were pulled out and beheaded.

In the midst of a burst of begging for mercy, I heard the people of the military law team shouting.

"Those who dare to retreat will be killed!"

The shouting behind him made Jin Zhongji's heart tighten, although he had heard that Dongyu's military law was strict before, but he didn't expect that he would naturally be like this, and he wouldn't give others a chance at all.

Facing the Judge Advocate General's Brigade's broadsword and the threat of losing his head. Where did Kim Zhongji dare to think about anything, the legs that originally wanted to escape were immediately fixed, and everyone else threw himself into the battle again.