The galloping horses lost the control of the cavalry, some continued to rush forward, crashing into many Ming troops, and some turned to both sides to escape.

Suddenly there was chaos in the front.

The main general of the Qing army suddenly saw something strange, but he had no time to think, he subconsciously ordered the cavalry to continue to accelerate forward, because only in this way can the Ming army array be defeated, even if it is artillery and muskets, it is not possible to fire continuously, as long as it rushes into the enemy formation, then the situation can be completely reversed.

But in fact, how could Wu Zheng not think of this.

The cavalry is the king of the battlefield, and this crown did not really fall into the dust until the appearance of the machine gun.

But now, the smoothbore gun, which is loaded once every minute or so, obviously cannot stop the cavalry from charging.

This is the reason why Wu Zheng wanted to find wooden stools from people's homes before leaving the city.

The musketeers were divided into three columns, staggered in front and back, stepped on the wooden bench when firing, stepped back and reloaded after firing, and then fired in the next row, three rounds of staggered firing to reduce the firing interval to the limit.

After the Qing cavalry vanguard was killed, the follow-up cavalry continued to rush forward to the forward position, just in time to face the second wave of fire.

Theoretically, this is possible to be close to infinite to bursting.

But in fact, this approach is still problematic.

Wu Zheng found that the cavalry was rushing into Xia Wanchun's department at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the soldiers were constantly knocked into the air, if it weren't for the sluggishness of the lance on the ground, I am afraid that they would have been forced into the musketeer queue by the cavalry.

This is a blessing in disguise.

Wu Zheng knew what the problem was, but he couldn't solve it.

Because the speed of the three rows of musketeers took turns firing, they still could not keep up with the speed of the cavalry charge.

And the musketeers can no longer divide too many platoons, one is too divided, the projectiles are not dense enough, and the other is once divided into four or five platoons, then it is likely to cause confusion in the front and back of the soldiers, this kind of rotation shooting, the most suitable number is three platoons.

Wu Zheng could only resist hard, taking the lives of Xia Wanchun's soldiers.

Wu Zheng muttered silently and slowly pulled out the saber at his waist.

Looking at the Qing cavalry that was getting closer and closer, Wu Zheng knew that the last moment would eventually come.

What was staged on television was, after all, fake, and with the looseness and speed of the cavalry, it was absolutely impossible to stop it with a single musket.

Before there were no machine guns, the only thing that could stop the cavalry charge was the shotgun, but the shotgun range was too short, and even if it could be stopped, it would have to be filled with the soldier's life.

Just like now, it was clear that three rows of muskets could effectively stop the cavalry from approaching, but after all, because the depth of the array was not enough, the twelve columns of pikemen in front had already broken through seven lanes.

The collapse is in the blink of an eye.

Wu Zheng looked in the direction where Xia Wanchun was originally located, are you okay?

At this time, it was already a mess, and it was impossible to see who was who.

Wu Zheng silently raised his knife and looked at the teenagers who had been in the army for less than three months, but were dragged to the battlefield by themselves to fight such a desperate battle, Wu Zheng smiled slightly.

The musketeers were still firing, they were no longer nervous, and they were becoming more and more skilled in loading and firing.

However, I am afraid that this is the end of it. Wu Zheng sighed in his heart.

When the last array of Xia Wanchun's pikemen was knocked out of a gap by an unmanned war horse, Wu Zheng knew that it was the last moment.

The musketeers were in front of the cavalry, and that was a stubble of leeks to be cut.

The knife in Wu Zheng's hand instantly swung forward, and those musketeers immediately threw down the muskets in their hands and drew their knives forward, their charge was chaotic.

Wu Zheng has no slack, and he is also charging.

But when Wu Zheng and the musketeers were about to come into close contact with the Qing cavalry, the guns rang out in the row behind them.

The Qing cavalry, which was ten paces away, fell off their horses, and then—the Qing army collapsed, and the few that were left began to retreat.

But it took time to turn around in front of the city walls, and before they could turn their heads, another round of gunfire rang out, and then another round of .......

The musketeers, who had temporarily lost their target, stood still in confusion, as did Wu Zheng.

Looking back at the city, Wu Zheng had the urge to curse.

In fact, when Wu Zheng drew his sword and ordered the musketeers to charge, the Qing army was no more, no more than 300 people.

It's just that because the distance is too close, Wu Zheng didn't climb high, and his vision is blocked, and he can't see how many people are behind the cavalry at all.

The Qing army was indeed fierce, and the thousand cavalry were killed to less than three hundred, and they were still desperately rushing forward.

Perhaps it was also because the array of musketeers was so close that there was hope in their hearts - rush over and kill them.

But the platoon of guns of the foreign soldiers on the city wall completely shattered the illusions in their hearts, so they collapsed.

The surviving cavalry of the Qing army, more than a dozen people, strangely enough, they no longer ran away on horseback, nor did they charge to death, they slipped off their horses, prostrate on the ground, and wailed.

The pathos of that voice made all the soldiers of the Ming army feel compassionate.

At that time, it was strange that none of the Ming soldiers waved their swords at them, and they didn't even look at them.

Looking at the corpse stumps all over the ground, Wu Zheng couldn't be happy, he was desperately pulling the corpses on the battlefield, what about Xia Wanchun?

Wu Zheng wanted to cry at this time, once when he saw Xia Wanchun for the first time, Wu Zheng wanted this boy who was two years younger than himself to live, and live until the end of the troubled times, but ...... Now, he was buried a hundred steps outside the city gates.

"Looking for ~~~~!" Wu Zheng shouted loudly.

More than a thousand musketeers tossed over each pile of corpses like headless flies.

Wu Zheng's heart slowly turned cold, he pulled out the knife at his waist, and then walked towards the Qing soldiers who were crawling on the ground and crying.

And at this time, a cheer rang out, "Found it, Lin Amber is still alive!" ”

Wu Zheng paused, threw down the knife in his hand with a "bang", slowly sat down on the ground, and laughed.

But there were tears in his eyes, which rolled down uncontrollably.

Xia Wanchun had a big life and did not die.

But the injury is not light.

The moment he met the enemy, he was knocked into the air.

Then there were people falling on top of him, pressing him down, but it saved him from being trampled and injured again.

"Official, this person's body seems to be intact, but it can be seen that his facial features are bleeding, it must be that his internal organs are not lightly injured, and if he wants to save his life, I am afraid that he will have to recuperate for several months."

Looking at the unconscious Xia Wanchun, Wu Zheng said in a deep voice to Lang Zhong who was found in the city: "Save him and reward him heavily." He's dead, and your whole family is buried with you! ”

…… The dozen or so surviving Qing soldiers outside the city died.

It was not killed by the Ming army, but suicide.

On the contrary, this made the Ming soldiers have compassion, and they actually gathered them alone in one place and dug a pit and buried them.

Wu Zheng was a little angry, and if he didn't kill them, it wasn't that Wu Zheng wanted to let them go, but that he was excited when he heard that Xia Wanchun was still alive.

Seeing that the soldiers of the Ming Army were burying the dozen or so Qing soldiers, Wu Zheng rushed forward and kicked with his feet.