"Bang! Bang! Bang! "After entering the distance of 150 meters, the two warring sides began to shoot at almost the same time, and the smoke of gunpowder suddenly filled the entire battlefield. Nearly eighty percent of the 48 muskets in the front row of Liao Meng's detachment were fired, but unfortunately the accuracy of the flintlock muskets at this distance was not very good, and only a few fell in the infantry phalanx of the Spaniards opposite. The Spaniards were just as bad on target, and they couldn't even knock out a man on this side.

The sharp brass whistle sounded again, and the soldiers of the first platoon, who had finished shooting, stopped and reloaded, and the soldiers of the second platoon crossed the gap and fired another volley under the command of the officer, and several more fell in the Spanish formation.

The firelancers of the Spaniards were still reloading, but their arquebusiers were not yet in maximum range, so the musketeers carried their muskets and silently passed the muskeviets who remained in place to reload, and continued to stride.

"Third row, let's go! One, two, one... One-two-one..."The Spaniards paused their firing, and the soldiers in the third row drove up at the first opportunity.

"Stand! Raise your gun! "With a bang, 48 muskets were raised almost at the same time.

"Aim!" The musketeers aimed their guns roughly at the Spanish infantry phalanx.

"Ready... Put! The musketeers closed their eyes and pulled the trigger in their hands. Their shoulders shook almost simultaneously, and the 18 mm caliber lead bullet flew at an unstoppable speed in the choking smoke towards the Spaniards on the opposite side. This time it was closer, and the Spaniards fell a dozen or so of the advancing musketeers and spearmen.

"Reload! Fourth row, let's go... One, two, one... Left and right, left... Halt! "The battle continued, and the Spanish infantry were moving faster and faster, and they had to close the distance between the two sides as quickly as possible, and as soon as they were within range of the arquebus, they could return fire. However, the distance of tens of meters caused by the difference in weapons between the two sides is enough to cross the side to shoot a few rounds of salvos, especially when the distance between the two sides is shrinking, the damage caused by the flintlock salvo is also increasing at an alarming rate, and this short distance of dozens of meters is destined to be covered with flesh and blood.

The Spanish artillery fire came again, and two iron bullets fell in the crowd, one of which cut a bloody path through the crowd, killing at least six spearmen under the iron ball. The other bounced off the ground and knocked down two or three musketeers in quick succession, the thick armor of the musketeers negating the kinetic energy of the orb, making the shell do far less damage than expected.

The brethren of the artillery post would not let the Spaniards dominate the front, and the 12 guns fired their deadly projectiles into the Spanish infantry phalanx in a roar, inflicting great damage on the Spaniards. Among them, a miraculous ricocheting jumped directly and knocked down a war horse, causing a poor Spanish officer to be crushed under the horse.

The five platoons had finished a round, and the soldiers in the first platoon were at the front again. The distance between the two sides was less than eighty meters, and the Spanish arquebusiers stopped, nervously beginning to charge and reload their muskets, while blowing the arquebuses caught in the arquebuses to make sure that the arquebuses would not be extinguished.

"Bang! Bang! Bang! "The first platoon fired a quick salvo, and the Spanish gunners suffered considerable losses, but the men behind quickly made up for it on the orders of the officers to ensure that the fire of the first platoon was not weakened.

Lan Guo nervously watched the movements of the Spaniard opposite, the helmet was filled with the sound of rapid breathing, and he simply flipped the helmet over when he felt that he was not breathing, and only then did he feel a little better. "Second row, guns raised... Aim... Ready, put! Lan Guo leaned forward, and while blowing down the copper whistle, he vigorously waved down the 32-year-style command knife he was holding tightly in his right hand.

Both sides opened fire almost simultaneously. After Lan Guo leaned forward and swung the saber, he suddenly felt that the curved steel armor on his chest was hit by a high-speed object, and the huge kinetic energy knocked him backwards as he leaned forward, almost falling to the ground.

It was a 19mm buckshot. The lead bullet came from the front right, and bounced off the ground after striking a spot on Languo's steel armor that was almost completely deformed and dented. The frightened Lan Guo only realized that he had been shot, but fortunately the lead bullet fired by the enemy did not seem to be able to penetrate the bulletproof plate armor he was wearing at a distance of eighty meters. At this moment, Lan Guo was really grateful to the armor of the vest from the bottom of his heart, and the three-two-year-old full-body armor they produced perfectly proved their quality in actual combat.

The casualties on both sides in the first round of shooting were heavy, with nearly twenty people falling on the side of the crossing and more than thirty on the Spaniards, who lacked armor. Again, with the Spaniards firing nearly twice as much frontal fire as the Crossing Crowd in each line, the real exchange would have been even more unbearable for the Spaniards.

The shootout on both sides continued. The high rate of fire of the flintlock pistols was vividly reflected at this time, and the musketeers of Liao Meng's detachment had a rate of fire of two to three rounds per minute, which completely exceeded the rate of fire of one or two rounds per minute, and the result was that the 450-strong Spanish musketeers only fired a few dozen more rounds per minute than the 240-man flintlock musketeers. And this gap is rapidly decreasing as the Spanish musketeers continue to suffer casualties, and even began to hang upside down at the end.

The musketeers were firing from the air, while the spearmen in the middle of the two sides were already engaged at close range. The Spaniards' 3-meter spears were a big advantage in this kind of fight, but the spearmen who crossed the crowd were all wearing full-body armor with excellent protection, which was more than a notch stronger than the Spaniards who only wore cuirasses. They fearlessly met the sharp spear of the Spaniard, and then stabbed their spears into the enemy on the opposite side.

The sound of spear tips entering the flesh, shouting, scolding, crying, and screaming continued to sound, and the spearmen on both sides used sharp cold weapons to continuously stab at the enemy's body, and the battle entered the white-hot heat almost from the beginning.

Liao Meng rode on a miscellaneous horse and observed the battle situation, in general, it was his own side that had the advantage at present, and this advantage was gradually increasing over time. On both flanks, the Spanish musketeers were defeated and retreated, suffering heavy casualties; In the middle of the battlefield, four hundred spearmen on both sides were scuffled, and the Spaniards, after the initial insistence, began to slowly but irreversibly retreat, and a rout seemed inevitable.

The only thing that was unpleasant was the four small cannons of the Spaniards. The shells from those cannons continue to cause casualties among their own troops, which is very annoying.

"Lieutenant Xu, you immediately take your troops to finish off the artillery positions of the Spaniards. Watch out for the Spanish cavalry, they may come to intercept you. Liao Meng turned his head and ordered Xu Yu.

The cavalry battalion in Xu Yu's hands was urgently replenished before the war with more than thirty Ukrainian Cossacks who had just emigrated a few months ago, and now it has returned to the scale of nearly 90 cavalry. As soon as he received the order, he gave a loud order, and after a little formation, he led his troops towards the Spanish artillery positions located at the rear of the battlefield.

The nearly 100 cavalry of the Spaniards, who had already crossed the river, saw the consequences and began to come forward to intercept, and they rushed straight towards Xu Yu's cavalry battalion under the leadership of the officer.

The distance between the two sides was soon approaching, and the officers and men of the cavalry battalion took out their pistols as usual and fired a first round, and the Spanish cavalry fell in about twenty at once. Their deliberately scattered formation could not hold back the cavalry battalion troops attacking in groups, and the 90 cavalry easily broke through their interception, and then, with their sabers held alof, went around in a circle and slashed down at the panicked Spanish artillery. In the process, the Spanish cavalry did not come forward effectively to interfere. These gauchos seem to have been discouraged from the battle a few days ago, and they are not doing as well as the girls at this time.

Xu Yu smiled contemptuously, went around in a circle, returned to the rear, counted the battle damage and reloaded the pistol, and then rushed forward again, this time aiming at the enemy's musketeers.

"Raise your gun... Aim... Ready, put! Lan Guo kept blowing the copper whistle, and the saber in his hand had been inserted back into the scabbard, and at this time he changed the pistol in his hand. The sound of gunfire continued to sound at their sides, and the musketeers no longer needed officers to command them, and they skillfully and quickly poured fire into the phalanx of the enemy on the opposite side, which had begun to become fragmented, each time causing large casualties, while the enemy's counterattack appeared to be somewhat intermittent and the firepower was rapidly weakening.

The artillery continued to bombard, and 12 guns began to hit the musketeers who were bombarding the Spaniards, and constantly screeching iron bullets fell among them. Some of the Spaniards, who had suffered heavy casualties, were unable to hold on, some were still bravely holding on to their shots, while others began to try to turn and flee, and the formation became chaotic.

The fatal blow was dealt by Xu Yu's cavalry battalion, which rode tall horses from the flanks into the Spanish musketeers, who were not guarded by spearmen, wielding sabers and slashing at the fleeing musketeers. After breaking through the phalanx on the right, he went back to the left, cutting diagonally from behind the Spanish musketeers, making a mess of their formation.

The Spanish cavalry at this time had only a few less than thirty cavalry and rushed towards Xu Yu's cavalry battalion, and after a burst of pistol fire and hand-to-hand combat with sabers, the cavalry was finally completely wiped out. The remaining forty or fifty gaucho cavalry watched from a distance the whole time, and after seeing that the cavalry battalion had already rushed into the infantry phalanx of the Spaniards and slashed and slaughtered, the group simply ran directly to the side of the bridge and retreated!

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