The Guards Battalion, which appeared for the first time wearing the latest equipment, immediately grabbed everyone's attention.

The sleek, weird and eye-catching steel helmet, needless to say, is the Ming Dynasty version of the M35.

Considering that the bulletproof requirements of this era are not high, and the opponent is at best a low-kinetic lead bullet shot by an arquebus, the Ming Dynasty version of the M35 is much thinner than the original. However, this is just right, the thin helmet not only reduces the burden on the soldier, but is also more suitable for subtropical use, and most importantly, ...... It's a thing that saves money.

To say that the plate of the steel helmet is a little watery, but the appearance is meticulous - whoever dares to break the deep feelings of the German sticks for the M35 is a historical sinner!

As a result, the regular army wearing a shrunken version of the M35 steel helmet, wearing a Type 07 training uniform, and a full set of battlefield individual equipment, appeared in this way.

At this moment, the indigenous Ming people who did not know the inside story also had a different view of the new force. In the eyes of the melon-eating masses, this team of soldiers and horses with iron pots on their heads is about to say? After all, iron pots are not cheap these days.

In the eyes of the generals at the head of the city, this is Cao someone's old capital. After all, the generals know some inside information, plus they all know how to do it, and they know that what can be pulled out in this kind of battle situation must be the standard battalion or family team in the town. As for those iron pots, no one cares, and the left and right are just helmets.

Soon, the soldiers of the Guards Battalion were lined up in front of the gate. With the roar of the roll call and counting the numbers, in a short time, 500 soldiers were neatly arranged in a phalanx military posture.

For this troop that started as a traverser, the homework has already been done in peacetime, including ideological training, so there is no need for any profound mobilization when the battle is about to go. After Yu Mingjie and the temporary battalion commander Wei Yuan whispered a few words, Wei Yuan picked up the iron horn and gave a simple order: "All of them, attack, occupy the enemy fortress ahead!" ”

A deafening neat shout sounded under the gate: "Kill".

By this time, the pioneer army that had been ordered had withdrawn from the front.

Wu Sanye and his group were also in the retreating queue. Because the main attack task was relinquished, no one was killed in today's battle by Wu Sanye and the core junior brother. The only two were injured, and the third master was making a cameo appearance as a stretcher soldier, carrying his brother whose leg was broken by a shell to the field hospital.

I don't want to face the "regular army" head-on.

The third master was excited at this time, so he handed the stretcher to the others: "You wait and go, and wait for me to stay and watch the battle." ”

Although there is not much contact, the third master and even all the pioneer military masters know that although these regular soldiers have official titles and wear the skin of officers and soldiers, they are all private soldiers who started with the marshal to fight the world.

In the process of a small number of contacts, the veterans of the pioneer army can clearly feel that these young descendants whose nostrils are turned up to the sky do not look down on them.

Miscellaneous armies are naturally self-aware. Seeing the oncoming Central Army, the three masters silently moved out of the way, staring at each other's backs with complicated eyes...... Today's pioneer army is a bit embarrassing, everyone not only hopes that these juniors will show their skills and take the Hongmao City to give the handsome face, but also have a little abacus, and feel that the juniors should also suffer some losses and shed some blood first.

The soldiers of the Guards Battalion, who had long been thoroughly brainwashed by the military education methods of the Crossing Crowd in later generations, had no time to deal with the losers on the side of the road. The young people were holding their heads high at the moment, their hands clenched in their hands, their faces full of pride, and their eyes full of excitement.

After crossing the buffer zone between the battlefields, it was not long before the 500 soldiers in the queue pulled out of the skirmish.

After the stragglers unfolded, it could be roughly seen that there were three or four layers. Soldiers on each floor should be spaced at least 2 meters apart. In this way, a mere 500 soldiers occupied a considerable space on the battlefield, almost encircling the front of the St. Paul's Fort.

"What kind of bird formation is this?"

At this moment, Wu Sanye, who stayed in the middle of the battlefield, and the generals sitting on the gate raised the same question.

The straggler line familiar to later generations completely subverted the common sense of the ancients.

Whether it is a military general or Wu Sanye, in the years when they were growing up, the concept of "battle after battle" was already part of their blood.

In the era of cold weapons, only a group can survive, whether it is a street scuffle or a battlefield fight. The difference between this is nothing more than execution: the military array can achieve tens of millions of people as one, advancing and retreating together, living and dying together; In fact, the brothers on the street are not bad, and when there is something to do side by side, no one can run away first and show their backs to the enemy.

In short, to open the film, first form the formation.

However, the scene in front of me is indeed a bit "spicy to the eye". This kind of sparse lala, with no formation at all, has exceeded Wu Sanye's imagination.

No matter what the melon eaters think, the soldiers who have stepped out of the Brownian posture are still moving forward unswervingly.

The atmosphere was even more tense at this time - similarly, the Portuguese on the fort were also a little confused, and half of their heads could be seen popping out of the battlements from time to time, and the Portuguese were probably also in doubt.

Soon, no suspicion will be required for everyone. At the moment when the soldiers at the forefront stepped on the 100-meter line, the earth-shattering sound of artillery rang out in the rear.

Dense cannonballs came across the air, crossed the friendly forces below, and smashed accurately on the city walls.

At the same time, the rear artillery positions, convoys also began to depart. Several 24-pounder guns, towed by a group of four healthy horses and a large number of men, were moving forward at a slow pace.

The Portuguese were stunned by this wave of shells. The "coordination of infantry and artillery" is such a lofty thing that will not be popularized until later generations, and the landing points of smoothbore artillery shells in this era are very scattered, and it is impossible for anyone to play this tactic...... Except for the traversers.

Relatively high-end industrial smelting and processing technology, relatively accurate tolerances, and more high-end observation and measurement technology, these future technologies that could not have appeared in this era have created an ancient and trendy scene: smoothbore cannon + infantry artillery coordinated tactics.

The bursting incoming rounds of cannonballs caught the Portuguese off guard at the head of the city. The Portuguese did not expect that the besiegers below were already within 100 meters, and the other side dared to fire artillery.

So the Portuguese paid the price, and the dull sound of cannonballs falling was mixed with screams.

The besiegers below were unaffected by the shells that crossed their heads, and the skirmishers continued to move forward firmly. It didn't take long for the sunlight reflected by the foremost steel helmet to be only 50 meters away from the fort.

50 meters is already the effective killing range of the arquebus.

However, there was no one in the city at this time, and the Portuguese were busy dodging the shells. In this way, the new new force easily approached to a distance of only 30 meters from the fort.

Surprisingly, the siege battle imagined by the Portuguese did not begin. After the troops under the city moved to their positions, they immediately stopped in place and maintained their original formation.

The artillery fire that suppressed the city finally stopped.

The Portuguese lookout post in the corner of the fort quickly reported the situation to the officers hiding below: although the siege troops did not make any other moves, the siege guns in the rear kept squirming forward, as if death was about to fall.

At this time, the Portuguese were a little panicked, because once the siege artillery team approached a certain distance, then the gate and wall of the fort could be destroyed by continuous shells.

"You have to take the initiative!" This is the only option for the Portuguese right now.

Fortunately, by this time, the shells that had been covering the towers had stopped, so the Portuguese began to sneak up the musketeers and gunners according to their previous experience, hiding behind the battlements, and preparing to shoot.

Soon, two muskets were ready to fire. The small artillery crew had already reloaded several small cannons with their bodies in such a difficult environment, risking being covered with iron eggs.

Now everything is left to the east, and as long as the arquebusier can cause chaos below, the gunner can fire a lethal shotshot.

The next moment, with the crisp sound of the Portuguese officer's gun, the soldiers hiding behind the battlement suddenly repeated their old tricks, shouted in unison, turned around and appeared behind the battlement, quickly set up the arquebus in their hands, ignited and fired.

The next moment, a neat row of gunshots rang out.

Almost ninety percent of the Portuguese soldiers who were exposed to the battlements were shot through their heads or upper bodies after the sound of this row of gunshots, blood splattered, and the lit arquebus in their hands lost its accuracy, and was thrown into the air by the owner who had died of medicine, and let out a final roar.

The murderers under the city walls are still shooting in a standard kneeling position at the moment. Seeing the death of the target assigned to them, the shooters unleashed the fire door of the 28 big cover in their hands with expressionless faces, took out ammunition, bowed their heads and began to reload.

Although it is not possible to make copper-shelled bullets at the moment, resources such as lead bullets and black powder are no longer difficult for the Industrial Party.

As a veteran unit that crossed the crowd, the soldiers of the Guards Battalion had the best military resources of this era. Soldiers can use firearms with live ammunition almost without restrictions in their peacetime training...... Even frequent training itself is a high-end resource that the military of this era does not have.

Therefore, at a distance of only 30 meters, in the first row of specially selected training elites, it is almost a hundred shots. What's more, the Portuguese did not have the consciousness of later generations of soldiers, and they still had too much upper body area to poke out of the battlements, leaving enough target area for the rifled gunners below.

Then, with this horrific array of shots, the defenders were terrified: no one, no one's limbs, or even a part of them, could reach out of the battlements. If an object does not obey this law, it will be shattered in an instant.

The stragglers below remained coldly on standby. Occasionally, sporadic gunshots rang out, and along with them must have been screams at the battlements.

Seeing the corpses piled up on the walls and the wounded tumbling and howling, the Portuguese officers were at a loss. However, time was running out for the Portuguese - the sound of neighing became clearer, and the siege artillery crews were in place.