"Reload! Adjust the angle! Observer, report the distance! ”

"One hundred and twenty meters! It's almost time for the first row of barbed wire! ”

"Lower it by 2 degrees, prepare, fire!"

"Bang!"

Half a minute later, two batteries, with a total of four 75-mm guns, again spat out tongues of fire of death.

Near the first barbed wire, Murakami once again ushered in the test of the barrage. This is a life-and-death judgment unique to the era of thermal weapons, and high-speed lead bullets will treat every target it hits equally. Unlike bows and arrows, there is no difference between a samurai in fine armor and a shigaru who has only cheap iron skins or even no armor.

Fair enough, yes, fair enough. People only rely on luck to survive from lead bullets.

Murakami is still sheltered by Lady Luck, and this time he doesn't lie down, but he is still intact in the shrizzle of shotguns.

Beside him, another row of ashigaru was knocked to the ground, and the blood on his feet was renewed again, as if there were still a few pieces of minced meat stuck to it.

The familiar screams rang out, and Murakami gritted his teeth, and together with several other people, lifted the plank and pressed it against the dense barbed wire.

This seemingly rudimentary facility has inflicted endless pain on them in the past few impacts, and the knives are constantly slashing, rushing and rushing, but the bullets of the Song people can pass through without hindrance.

"Hurry up!" Murakami yelled, "If you press it early, you won't have to die!" ”

Soon, the ashigaru, carrying planks and straw, quickly gathered and piled up layer after layer on the barbed wire, trying to press a passage.

"Don't fight the artillery, everyone prepares! Get ready for a salvo! ”

In the trenches, Kong Youde strode around and gave orders to his subordinates.

With the roar of the commander of the third or fourth company, a row of fine smoke clouds suddenly appeared in front of the trench, like a white dragon hovering in the position.

More than 200 rifles were fired at the same time, and the place where the Japanese concentrated their breakthrough was set on fire by the musketeers of two companies, and the rain of bullets that were not inferior to the previous two shells fell on the heads of the villagers again.

Fortunately, the planks and straw in front of him did a little trick, and the salvo killed only more than forty people, and the remaining 400 or so scarred Ashigaru still pressed the barbed wire under him.

Straddling over the corpses of his companions, Murakami rolled over the planks in the crowd, stepping into the ground behind the barbed wire for the first time. The Song position covered with an awning was a hundred meters away, and he could even see that on the two batteries, the Song artillery was quickly wiping the artillery.

"Rush over, rush over." He muttered under his breath, "There's only one barbed wire left." ”

"Onboard!"

The charge of the ashigaru began again, and at this time the iron gunners of the Karatsu clan in the rear also crossed the barbed wire, and while signaling to the rear, they raised their heavy arquebuses and fired at the Song army.

The second line of barbed wire was 50 meters away from the No. 1 line of defense, which was also the best firing range for the Republican 1580 smoothbore guns now equipped in the Chinese Governorate.

Boss Bai quietly looked at the defense line headquarters below, waiting for the signal flag to be raised there. According to the orders from the herald, a counter-assault would be launched after this round of shelling, and he had to wait for the infantry in the trenches to be ready before firing the artillery to achieve the best results.

Just when he was still waiting for the opportunity, Ashigaru, who pounced like a locust, had already hit the second barbed wire fence arranged by the Song army!

Compared to its breached predecessors, the second barbed wire fence used to create an environment for rifle shooting is more brutal and refined. The thick wooden stakes were formed in a triangle shape, twisted together with thick wires, and smashed deep into the ground. Between these triangular stakes, there are layers of thick iron wires, and there are jagged spikes on the wires, and when you touch your hand, it is a bloody mouth. The whorls who rushed up panting and rushing up were huddled together in front of the barbed wire, unable to jump over or move away, and could only wait for the men running behind to carry the planks over. Several squads of stragglers fired at them from time to time, and the whistling bullets came again, because they were a fixed target that was crowded together, so it was a gun to the flesh, and the blood splashed in the pile, and the screams were heard to the ground.

Finally waiting for the plank, the ronin who had taken the lead in the charge shouted and pounced on the plank, and then a swift sideways roll crossed the barbed wire and rushed towards the Song people.

"Why haven't they opened fire yet?" Murakami thought as he climbed over the barbed wire. The uneasiness in his heart grew stronger and stronger, and it almost suffocated him.

"All ready!"

Kong Youde's face lit up with excitement. He held a pistol in his left hand, raised his saber in his right hand, and looked at the Japanese people who were close at hand, and his eyes had already seen them turn into a pile of corpses.

And all over the battle line, the loaded soldiers had been aiming for a while, waiting for the order to shoot. A few more soldiers operated two more strange-looking weapons. How strange is that... Well, it's probably an enlarged version of the revolver, or a revolver (Note 1).

"Fire!"

Once again, the white dragon reappeared in front of the trench. There were also ten loud bangs in the midst of the continuous gunfire, like a low thunderclap.

On the turrets on both sides, the 75mm guns roared again, and the shotguns fired directly split into a rain of bullets as soon as they left the chambers, and the raging grapeshot shells were worthy of the prestige of infantry killers.

The loud noise instantly overshadowed everything on the battlefield, and the god of luck could not save Murakami this time. Even if he was lying down the moment he saw the fire, a huge kinetic energy still pushed Murakami backwards several meters.

The blood splattered on his body reminded him of the summer wind and rain, and a feeling of something being broken welled up in his heart. Murakami looked up in a panic, and as far as he could see was the shattered wreckage, the man who had been hit had died in a matter of seconds, a blow without any wounded - so shocked that he even forgot that his left hand had left his body forever.

"Da Song board!"

"Suddenly!"

After a brief silence after the volley, familiar Japanese sounded on the other side. Murakami turned his head blankly and watched a group of gray-clad Japanese ashigaru emerge from the passage by the Song trenches.

"Have you already conquered it?" He thought.

"Bang!"

Blood suddenly spurted from the chests of the ashigaru people in front of them, but it was arquebus bullets from behind.

"Run, Murakami-san!" A ronin who was lucky enough not to die pulled Murakami, and Murakami woke up like a dream, knowing that the gray-clothed ashigaru on the opposite side was the troops of the Saga Domain, and this time he came out to fight back.

"Kill!"

This time, there was a shout of killing with a Liaodong accent, Kong Youde stuffed the finished pistol back into his waist, and took the lead in turning out of the trench with a saber in both hands. Behind him and on both sides, more than 200 soldiers of the Dongjiang Army, armed with rifles with bayonets on them, marched forward in a row, like a gray wall.

The army of the Karatsu Domain, which had been hit by a thunderous blow, had collapsed, and even the Overseer team with swords and slashed the routed soldiers could not reverse the defeat. With the unlucky ghost fleeing in the rear being hacked to death by the hunting Saga Ashigaru, the little 300 people who are still alive lose the courage to resist, even if they are now facing the same Japanese soldiers as themselves.

Boss Bai, who was still directing the installation of solid bullets on the turret, and was about to shoot in a curved manner, sighed, thinking that the rest was garbage time. In this kind of chase and chase north, killing a hundred fleeing enemies may still have one's own losses in the single digits.

"Stop the pursuit, stop the pursuit!"

A sudden shout from the rear interrupted Boss Bai's train of thought. He looked back and saw that several signal soldiers with command flags behind them were hurriedly jumping off their horses, blowing their whistles vigorously while crossing the trenches, and striding towards Kong Youde.

More than ten minutes later, the signal corps stopped Kong Youde at the first barbed wire fence and handed him an order: "Major Kong, the headquarters orders your unit to retreat immediately and enter the second line of defense. ”

Kong Youde didn't look at the letter paper in his hand, and casually stuffed it into his trouser pocket: "We have already won, and we can chase it for a while." "With that, he was ready to cross the barbed wire fence and continue the pursuit.

The signal soldier grabbed his arm: "Major, Lieutenant Colonel Geng personally said that you must evacuate." He added: "It was the order of Major Li to leave no matter what the situation." ”

Hearing this, Kong Youde turned his head and stared at the other party's eyes viciously.

The signal corps was indeed a position held by the Ao-Song people themselves, and he did not show weakness when he was stared at by the major of the Liaison Army, and repeated again: "Please receive the order." ”

Kong Youde looked away and said bluntly: "The whole army withdraws, don't take prisoners, make up for everything!" ”

Boss Bai looked regretfully at the army that began to shrink in the distance, and said to his subordinates: "Okay, take out the shells and gunpowder, and prepare to call it a day." ”

Note 1: The "1598 Shotgun Cannon", invented by the Ordnance Bureau of the South China Sea Governor's District, is said to have been inspired by the Three-Eyed Gun and the Franc Cannon, but it is generally called a revolver. This is a very simple weapon, that is, a barrel followed by a five-hole, five-round magazine for five shotguns, which can be rotated to the next shell after firing, so as to achieve a semi-automatic rate of fire. This weapon has now been basically eliminated, and readers and friends can see it in major military museums.

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