Chapter 533 Death is counted!

Wang Jijun has always been in front.

At the moment, he was lying on the edge of a crater, directing the sporadic fire of the flintgunners.

This assault battle has been fought for almost an hour, and in Wang Jijun's eyes, the scene has always been very cruel and stale.

Although it has an absolute superiority in troops, it has not even been able to take a sand base so far, and the casualties are increasing, and Wang Jijun is both anxious and helpless.

There are few thieves, although they dare not rush out of their fortifications, but there are so many people on their own side that they can't pounce

At the moment, although the sound of ping-pong gunfire was still lively, in fact, the few remaining spearmen had already retreated, and only a few squads of the Green Battalion were still trying to repeat themselves in front, so he did not dare to let the riflemen retreat and rest.

Wang Jijun saw that under the coercion of the generals' war swords, the knife players braved the rain of bullets, lying in groups of three or five in the pile of dead people, under the cover of the fire hammermen and archers, taking advantage of the intermittent firepower of the thieves, constantly moving or jumping, until they were hit

When the captives were fighting, he especially emphasized the use of superior firepower, which he knew, but the firepower density of the group in front of him and the proficiency of the firepower match still greatly exceeded his expectations.

Not only did they weave a tight firepower at the front of the position, leaving no loopholes, but they also continued to extend the firepower into the distance, and even above his own head, stray bullets whizzed past from time to time, and the firecrackers beside him kept being shot, and they lay still on their stomachs while fighting

Although when he was there, he had also heard people talk about the real elite of the captive army, and its sophistication was far from being comparable to that of their second-rate troops, but in just a few months of service, he had not really seen this kind of strong firepower with a carbine in every man.

Seeing that the people in front of him were only struggling to increase casualties, Wang Jijun was anxious, and there was no hope at all if he continued like this.

He looked back and cursed: Why haven't these cowardly artillerymen been in place yet?

At this moment, his own soldiers brought in a herald wearing a delicate helmet.

The herald didn't care about saluting, but bowed down and shouted, "Master, my lord is invited."

My main force is detouring, and the left wing has been launched,

Cui Duyan stared at Wang Jijun and Jiao Eryong with embarrassed faces, and said coldly, I need you to make another frontal assault to attract the attention of the thief, understand?

My lord

Jiao Eryong bowed his waist and said, give some more people

Although it was a little difficult to speak, but at this point, he could only beg cheekily.

The team of more than 1,000 people, seeing that there is only more than half of it left, and then go to attack hard, isn't this death?

If you don't give reinforcements, you can't rush up at all!

Wang Jijun didn't speak, but he also looked begging.

He is not afraid of death, and today, he originally planned to make a break with the thief.

However, he didn't want to die so inexplicably, this is not called breaking off, this is called looking for death.

Shut up!

Cui Duyan scolded sharply, and there was only one left! Do you want it?

belch

Jiao Er bravely stirred a spirit.

Organize a charge for Lao Tzu immediately!

Cui Duyan glared, gritted his teeth and shouted, they are all Lao Tzu's people, death counts!

Whew, humblely obey!

Wang Jijun straightened his chest and paused, but the Lord Franc machine gun

It's up to you! !

Whew!

Back at the front, the two had to regroup the remnants.

They shouted to the few surviving commanders, gathered their men in one place, and prepared to strike again.

At this time, the grinding artillery was finally in place.

Actually, I don't blame them for being cowardly, I really can't do this job!

This kind of light cannon is a medium-sized Franc machine, although it weighs hundreds of catties, but the range is too touching, usually hiding in the city, the cannon to the city is still a little powerful, and it is quite imposing under the salvo fire.

But now in the field, if this cannon wants to wield its effect, it has to push and drag this bulky guy to within 300 steps of the front line, which is completely exposed to the muzzle of the thief.

That's not all, the firing degree of this cannon is slower than that of the bird's gun, and the gunners have to adjust the gun body in the rain of bullets, add medicine and fill the gun, and clear the gun chamber, and they can't operate on their stomachs at all, and they are completely sent to death.

Sure enough, more than a dozen cannons rubbed forward one by one, and before they could line up the formation, a gust of wind blew, and several artillery pieces that had lost the cover of gunpowder smoke were revealed by the thieves

Fast! Shoot!

Jiao Eryong couldn't care so much, he shouted loudly.

Rumble! Rumble! Rumble!

Before the guns that had yet to be seen had time to adjust their firing angles, the gunners didn't even bother to use them, so they lit them indiscriminately.

With a few rumbling sounds, the artillery jumped up violently, and the scattered cannons sprayed out with thick smoke, and the smoke was enveloped in an instant, and the surroundings were like a fairyland

Firecracker!

It was too late for the Franc cannon to reload, and Wang Jijun finally waited for his chance to swing it, and when the musketeers ran to the two wings and lined up, he shouted at the top of his throat.

The flint-gunners, who had run into place, quickly lay down and raised their muzzles in unison, pulling the trigger at the same time.

Bang bang bang!

More than a hundred heavy muskets roared in a low voice, spitting lead bullets in turn in front of them

Archer!

Jiao Eryong on the right wing also shouted at the same time.

Sou! Sou! Sou!

Hearing the order, the archer, who was lying on his stomach, quickly squatted up, and immediately lay down after hastily releasing an arrow, and looked at Leng Zi again.

There weren't many of them, and the rain of arrows they shot was far less dense than before.

Beep! Beep! Beep!

Wang Jijun blew his whistle with a flushed face, raising the frequency of gun tactics to the highest.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Boom! Boom! boom

First team on!

The fire has arrived, Jiao Eryong did not hesitate to order the charge, and that voice could be heard almost throughout the battlefield

The firearms that strike from a distance have already been activated, and although they may not be able to hit any targets, the flying bullets and the dense smoke of gunpowder must have hindered the shooting of the thieves.

Da-da-da-da! Da-da-da-da

Unexpectedly, the blow of the Ming army came quickly and urgently, and the sword players who were bending over to attack were immediately shot, and the terrible screams were endless.

Bullets kept flying in the air, live targets fell one by one, and the formation of the charge was thinned layer by layer

Jiao Eryong ignored the choking smoke of gunpowder, his eyes widened and he tried to observe the situation in front of him.

When he saw that there were fewer and fewer vague figures, he jumped to his feet and without hesitation gave the order again: Second team! Above!

The howl sounded like a lung-splitting sound.

Spearmen! Sortie!

Seeing that the impact of the sword players was blocked, Wang Jijun was heartbroken and sent the only remaining spearmen.

It's a matter of success or failure!

Depending on the situation, if all the knife players are dead, these spearmen will not survive, and the horizontal and vertical will be dead, and they will be pulled down together by the dead light!