Chapter 525 is not enough!

The sound of the cannon continued dullly, and He Shouxin could still feel the trembling of the earth under the bombardment of the cannonballs......

But he knew that this embarrassing moment was going to pass soon.

He silently counted that many artillery positions had already fired about seven or eight rounds, and because of the danger of exploding, this wave of shelling was nearing its end.

Finally, the sound of the cannon gradually thinned out, and the water west gate opened......

He Shouxin put down the binoculars, stretched out his right arm and swung it back a few times - the impact of the Tartar is coming soon, and it is time to beckon everyone to enter the position.

The messengers had already prepared, and when they saw this, they immediately scattered and quickly disappeared into the forest......

The machine gunner, who was hiding behind a big tree not far away, immediately ran up with the machine gun and the secondary shooter, and hurriedly rearranged the sand base, set up the gun, opened the ammunition box, and loaded the ammunition......

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Wang Jijun's boat took the lead and sailed out of the Shuixi Gate first.

He was half-crouched in the bow of the boat, half-prostrate, his eyes looking around vigilantly, and his mouth kept urging: "Hurry! Hurry up! ”

Behind him, the soldiers swayed, the penny swayed, the oars paddled, the punt moved fast, and in the blink of an eye, it crossed the dock.

Behind them, more than a dozen boats of more than 500 people from the firearms battalion followed closely in a dense formation......

Ahead, a hundred steps away, you can land on the shore, Wang Jijun continued to urge: "Hurry up, hurry up!" ”

Wang Jijun knew very well that this distance had to be passed quickly.

Otherwise, once the mortar shells of the captives fall from the sky, they will definitely cause heavy casualties.

He knew better than anyone the power of the projectile - it only took one hit to blow a ship to pieces.

As for the machine guns of the Ming army, he was not particularly afraid.

According to his observations, although the blocking position of this group was not far from the city, it was seven or eight hundred paces at least—at a distance at which the captives would not normally open fire.

He knew that the Ming army had machine guns in their hands, and he also knew that this kind of serial guns had dense firepower and extremely long range, and the vicinity of the dock was basically within its range.

However, Wang Jijun has long known the common sense of muskets, the range is one thing, and the accuracy at long range is another, the farther the distance, the smaller the threat.

What's more, people's eyesight is limited, at such a distance, a person in the field of vision is as big as a mouse, and the hit rate cannot be guaranteed at all, and the captives will not waste ammunition so much.

In addition, they are equipped with very few such guns, generally there are only two in a company, and there are not many people on the opposite side, and there must not be many such machine guns.

Yes, good steel is used on the blade, and as far as the training knowledge he received there is concerned, in general, the officer will not give the order to shoot unless courage is needed and the enemy does not rush in front of them......

The real fatal blow should be after they go ashore - about two hundred steps!

However, Wang Jijun would not inform his subordinates of this situation, and the order he gave was only eight words - land quickly and charge quickly!

Because, the flintlock pistols equipped by his men, even if they are fired in a volley, can only be lethal at this distance at best, and if they do not rush to this distance, everything will be in vain.

Wang Jijun knew that he had to keep the soldiers in the dark and rush forward regardless of it, so that he could hope to win more and make contributions in one fell swoop.

If they can't take one onslaught and want to launch a second assault, they will have few musketeers left to rely on, and the soldiers will have to rely on the white-knuckle assault to fight.

He knew that two fists were invincible to four hands, and the group of thieves on the opposite side was not numerous, and no matter how fierce the firepower was, he was afraid of the dense impact of the follow-up.

"No matter how high the martial arts are, they are afraid of kitchen knives", to deal with them, the whole army's assault and intensive charge, although it will definitely pay a lot of casualties, but this is the only way to win......

Soon, five ships with musketeers docked, and behind them, a dozen or so ships loaded with spearmen arrived in a blink of an eye.

"Beep beep!"

As soon as he landed on the shore, Wang Jijun immediately blew the whistle, "Forward!" ”

The soldiers are fast, no matter what, rush to that distance first.

The whistle was an order, and the soldiers who had relieved their nerves at the beginning immediately began to charge, with a neat pace and a standard posture of running on the cat's waist.

The usual rigorous training has finally paid off.

Although the terrain is potholes, seven high and eight low, and there are occasional trees blocking the way, the cooperation of the soldiers is quite skilled, and after all, they can still see the formation, and the speed is not slow.

Soon, the forest was close at hand, and at a glance, the sand barricades were clearly visible......

"Lie down!"

Wang Jijun shouted, "Prepare to shoot!" ”

Like puppets, the soldiers immediately fell to the ground with their brushes and began to load gunpowder and ammunition in a hurry......

"Beep beep...... Salvo! ”

"Bang Bang ......"

More than 70 people lying in the first row immediately pulled the trigger.

"Bang Bang ......"

Smoke filled the air, and a volley of buckshot was fired at high speed.

Under the smoke of gunpowder, there were almost no results to be seen, but the soldiers still followed the requirements of the training, orderly release and change positions, after the first row of guns, immediately retreated, and the second row followed closely to the top......

Wang Jijun squatted behind a tree and looked around nervously.

The group of Ming troops in front of them is indeed not much, at a glance, the adjacent sand barriers are far apart, almost more than twenty steps before one, such a long forest edge, there are only about fifty or sixty sand barriers.

However, Wang Jijun always felt that something was not quite right.

These people were much more "calm" than he thought, and the expected blow did not happen!

The entire line of defense was silent, no one fired at all, and behind those sand barricades, there were barely heads in sight......

Wang Jijun hesitated, as if he smelled something.

The quieter it was, the more worried he became.

Because, this group of people is either too small to dare to do it easily; Either it must be the elite troops of the captive army.

As far as he knows, compared with the second-rate main force where he was before, in the capture army, the more elite the troops, the more calm they are, because they are well-equipped and have extremely fierce firepower, they don't make a move, and once they make a move, it will be a thunderous blow.

It is said that when they are fighting defensive battles, they often put the enemy under their noses before firing.

And every time you fire, you can instantly form a large number of firepower projections, inflicting devastating blows at close range, and can crush the enemy's will to fight at once......

Nerve-wracking, this group of Ming troops built sand fortifications, and at this distance, although his firecrackers played "ping pong" lively, they didn't seem to have received any results.

Wang Jijun hesitated and turned his head to look back.

Behind, three hundred spearmen had already followed, all half-squatting not far away, and behind them, on the river beach five hundred steps away, the eight hundred green battalion soldiers led by Jiao Eryong had also landed......

It stands to reason that Wang Jijun should not hesitate to order his subordinates to charge at this moment, and directly use the tactics of crowds to defeat the Ming army nested behind the sand barrier in one fell swoop.

But he hesitated, he wanted to wait......

Not only did the Ming army have the advantage of firepower, they hid in the fortifications, and their targets were so small that even if they could get closer, the musketeers who covered the spearmen's charge would hardly hit anything.

And once the Ming army fired, whether they were armed with repeater guns or single-shot rifles, with the accuracy of such breech-loading guns, they could inflict heavy casualties on the charging spearmen.

It's only 300 spearmen, not enough!

Wang Jijun looked back again, he needed Jiao Eryong to help him, and hoped that he would come up quickly.

"Let's wait for his knife player to come up and rush together,"

Wang Jijun thought to himself, "If you rush closer, his archers should be more threatening......

(End of chapter)