Afternoon. While the warriors were enjoying the rare winter sunshine behind the snow wall, the bugle sounded again, and in the shrill sound of the bugle, the rapid sound of the drum.

In the sound of rapid snare drums, the troops were dispatched again, and they re-stepped over the place they had walked in the morning, and compared with the morning, what was in front of them no longer made Sun Mingying feel timid.

He has already experienced all this, and he is already familiar with it. Naturally, I am no longer afraid.

There's nothing to be afraid of, it's just the same as on the training ground.

Sun Mingying said this to himself as he walked, and then they drove into a strange area. Patches of blood red on the snow reminded Sun Mingying that this unfamiliar area had just been captured in the morning. Looking at the snow red on the ground, another nervous emotion welled up in his heart.

At this time, the somewhat sparse gunfire on the battlefield turned into a neat unison. The artillery roared in the distance, and the artillery of both sides was constantly attacking each other, so that there was little support for the battle. Often, only after defeating the opponent's artillery will they adjust the direction of their fire, and at this time, only a small number of artillery supports the infantry.

Sun Mingying saw ahead. In front of them were the positions of the Don Army. The Tang Army, which was lined up in columns, waited for their arrival with fire guns on their heads. Suddenly, puffs of white smoke rose from the column of the Tang Army.

They opened fire!

In a few moments, hot buckshot landed in the queue. But not many people were brought down. at this distance. Not to mention that the quasi-head of an ordinary firearm is almost negligible, even a rifled gun may not be able to hit people.

Listening to the sound of the bullet passing through the air, Sun Mingying became more nervous at this time, he looked ahead nervously, his mouth was still slightly open, and even his lips trembled involuntarily.

Suddenly, a hand fell on his shoulder, and he looked back, and it turned out to be a big fool, in fact, he was not stupid, but during a training session, because he forgot to change the flint on the fire, he was called "big fool" by the commander, and since then, others have stopped calling him by name.

"Brother. I know this is going to be my first and last battle. ”

The great fool's will was a little depressed, his face turned pale, and his lips trembled there.

"This is my first time on the battlefield, and it must be the last time I go to the battlefield, brother."

The big fool continued. The two of them are fellow villagers and are both from Xuzhou.

"I haven't slept since yesterday."

"What?"

Sun Mingying looked at the loud voice. I don't know why he said that.

"I'm sure I don't have any hope this time, I want you to bring these things to my family."

The big fool pulled out a yellow envelope from his pocket.

"Don't talk nonsense. We're definitely going to live. ”

But the big fool looked at Sun Mingying's gaze without a trace of life, he made a gesture listlessly and continued to walk forward.

No, continuing to march in a hail of bullets, they looked ahead with wide eyes, the enemy in front of them was completely enveloped in smoke, and in the smoke there were people running, and their gunners could be vaguely seen loading shells there.

At this time, on the battlefield, everything was chaotic, but in the horizontal team, whether it was Sun Mingying or his comrades-in-arms, they were all standing there silently, in the center of the queue, a military flag was fluttering there in the cold wind, and the flag guards by the military flag carried the fire gun on their shoulders, in the battle, they usually did not shoot, their task was to protect the military flag.

In the distance of them was a moving horizontal detachment that was crossing the field, and in their rear an artillery battery was moving its positions at a frantic pace, and this was not good news for that horizontal detachment, because the artillery shifted positions, which meant that the artillery of the Don Army was going to start talking.

At this moment, a cannonball whistled over their heads, hitting the smoke accurately, and it set off a bloody storm in the smoke, and even through the smoke, you could see a blood-red rise there.

Bullets rattled in the air. It was as if countless whistles were flying over their heads, but all of them were standing, they just stood there with their chests held high, and they didn't bow their heads to dodge at all, which was a habit developed by long-term training.

"Don't be afraid. That's more than 100 zhang. Such a distance. Even if God comes, he won't be able to hit you. ”

The range of the firebolt is limited. This is even more true for smoothbore guns. As he spoke, Wang Yushu could see some stragglers in green uniforms in the distance. They were aiming their rifled guns at enemy gunners and firing.

The only task of the musketeers in green uniforms on the battlefield is to attack the enemy while the artillery is adjusting their positions, shooting at the enemy's officers and enemy gunners, so that they cannot run to the muzzle to load the shells. This task made it unnecessary for them to wait in a neat queue like ordinary soldiers, waiting to engage the enemy in a volley of guns. Rather, just hiding in the corner with a cold gun. Of course, this does not mean that they are safe, and when the enemy gunners spot them, they will immediately turn their guns and bomb them to pieces.

Just like now, just like at this time, those gunners who were originally armed with cold guns immediately adjusted the direction of the artillery after discovering those green uniforms. Start shelling those rifled gunners with shotguns.

A moment later, the gunners of the Don Army, who had managed to drive the rifled gunners away, again pointed their artillery at them, under the roar of artillery. Shell after shell continued to penetrate their column, and compared to a column with more than a dozen rows, even if the shells landed accurately in the queue, they could only kill and injure two people in the front and rear rows of the column.

"They're coming, they're coming."

As the shells continued to fall in the ranks, they saw that the Tang Army, which was lined up in the distance, began to move forward.

Black columns moved across the white snow. A flag fluttered in the center of the ranks, but the flag had a big "Tang" written on it, and they were no longer the Ming army.

As soon as he saw the enemy rushing over, Sun Mingying was stunned, and couldn't help but worry that his firearm was not loaded, standing there in a state of confusion, he couldn't remember when he had bulleted the firecracker, but he just couldn't remember.

At this time, Sun Mingying saw a general running over on horseback, what was his name? It seems to be their commander.

Yu Shujielema stopped in front of the horizontal team, and then he asked Li Cunyi.

"Battalion Commander Li, how's it going? Can you stop them? ”

"Please rest assured, they will never be able to rush through!"

The general, who was on horseback, left again. At this time, Li Cunyi, who was standing at the far side of the line, began to walk back and forth in the rear, and kept shouting at them.

"Be careful to conserve bullets. Brethren, do not shoot without my orders, and wait until they are nearer before shooting. ”

Amid the shouts of the commanders, Sun Mingying, like everyone else, stood there, anxiously waiting for the commander's order. Although the wind was biting cold, sweat was still running down his chin, and his heart was anxious.

Looking at the fields full of enemy troops in front of him, Sun Mingying no longer doubted that his gun was not loaded, but he was not ready to fire.

"Raise your gun!"

Following the orders of the officers, he brought the fire to his shoulder. Aim for the smoke ahead.

Despite the fact that shells kept falling in the queue at this time, and there was always a comrade who let out a scream and fell. But at this time, Sun Mingying suddenly stopped caring about himself, he forgot everything, and he was no longer an independent person. Rather, a warrior, a soldier. It was part of this battalion, this army, this collective, and now this collective is facing a crisis, and he is tightly bound to this collective, and now he has only one wish, and that is to win.

Now he can't run away, and he can't run away anymore.

When Sun Mingying felt that he could even see the faces of the enemies clearly, he could see the enemies lined up to reload after firing.

It's time to fire!

Anxiously watching the enemy bite through the paper-wrapped gunpowder, Sun Mingying's finger pulled on the trigger when it was loaded with bullets.

"Wait."

Compared to the flaming enemy. Li Cunyi is undoubtedly very patient. He didn't take the shells that landed next to him seriously, he just stood there motionless, and even when the shells landed at his feet, he didn't move. As for the bullets, they were also not taken seriously, although there were constantly people falling around him.

He was still there waiting, waiting for the enemy's approach. At a distance of almost 50 zhang, he suddenly roared after waiting for a long time.

"Put!"

With a roar from the battalion commander. He fired. The sound of the gunfire made him feel a little comforted, and his comrades around him. At the same time the trigger was pulled. When the gunshot rang in his ears instantly, it crackled and echoed like a firecracker in the New Year.

At this moment, although the smoke shrouded Sun Mingying's vision, he could imagine that there must be corpses all over the field.

In the sound of the gun, Sun Mingying felt the existence of his comrades-in-arms and felt the subtle comrade-in-arms, which was stronger than the cause they were fighting for. It is a friendship that generates a special emotion in the midst of fish death, smoke and danger.

At the same time, Sun Mingying could also feel the impact of the war, and some of his comrades-in-arms fell beside him, and even more comrades-in-arms screamed there.

The screams of his comrades sparked a wave of anger in his heart. He took out the paper powder cartridge from the bullet box on his waist, first sprinkled it into the fire transfer hole, then covered it with an anvil, and then put the remaining gunpowder into the barrel, then retracted the bullet plug and then compacted it with a strip. It takes time to complete this set of actions. This made his heart even more angry.

Why is it so slow to reload?

How can you shoot only one bullet at a time?

Now Sun Mingying even has the idea of rushing forward with a gun and stabbing the enemy in the chest with a bayonet, which will be especially painful if he can.

The anger slowly enveloped Sun Mingying's whole person. Shrouded in gunpowder smoke, he felt angry at the enemies who rushed at him. I was even more annoyed that I couldn't shoot painfully.

Of course, there is more of a high degree of tension. So much so that when he pulled the trigger again, he didn't even know where the bullet had hit. It's just a pull of the trigger in front of me.

Did the bullet hit anyone?

Sun Mingying didn't know that after emptying the musket, he took out the paper-wrapped bullet from the bullet box on his waist. Tearing open the paper bag with his teeth again, he could feel the smoke of gunpowder rushing down his throat as he reloaded, choking him until he was out of breath.

After every salvo. The soldiers would stand there with reloads. The tongs in their hands rattled there, making metallic noises from time to time. The soldiers were so impatient to poke them into the hot barrels, sometimes forgetting that they had already loaded them, and would always take out the bullets and stuff them through the mouths again, and if a shell fell, they would even repeat the same action again.

In their impatient movements, the lid of the bullet box on their waist was not fastened. Bouncing around there with their movements.

The loaded guns slammed into their shoulders, and they pulled the trigger aimlessly at the smoke or anything vaguely moving in front of the position, which grew bigger and bigger in their sight.

The enemy is getting closer.

The commanders who stood in the middle of the line did not care about their own image, but kept walking back and forth, and howled loudly to give orders to the soldiers.

In this kind of numbing shooting, the casualties on both sides are extremely heavy, and the first side to collapse is often not because of casualties, but because of fear. Because of the soldier's fear of death. And for the officers, all they need is to stop the spread of this fear by all means.

When a deserter suddenly lets out a scream in the midst of a volley of fire, and then pulls out his leg and runs towards the soldier. An officer at the rear of the squad grabbed him and punched him in the face.

"Get out of here, get out of your place!"

As he roared, the officer's raining fists continued to fall on him, knocking him back into the ranks, and the beaten soldiers had to return to the ranks again.

After a long period of training, in the eyes of these soldiers, the words of the officers were holy decrees. Of course, they knew that the officers' orders were cold and harsh, so to speak, merciless.

"Hold it steady, don't shake."

When he saw that the soldier was trying to reload the robbery, his hand trembled there, and the lieutenant who had beaten him just now stepped up to help him.

"Stand here. Kill your enemies or be killed by them. ”

The lieutenant shouted at him with wide eyes as he shoved the loaded gun into the soldier's hand.

"It's our duty."