Duan Shuchang estimated that he had already disabled more than a dozen of the opponent's shock infantry team, causing 1,000 casualties on the other side. And their own firecrackers can generally open five firecrackers and then stop to dissipate heat, and five hundred firecrackers can open five firecrackers to dissipate heat, which is 2,500 medicines, and the queue on the opposite side is dense, which can cause at least half of their casualties.

Can the bandits withstand such heavy casualties? Needless to say, he still has pikemen left untouched.

Sure enough, after those bandits came back to their senses, they had already cowered and spun around a hundred paces away, but no one dared to take a step forward. From time to time, they also screamed, because at some point, a brother beside them was hit by Xia Bing's cold bullet, and he rolled to the ground in a miserable howl, especially the leaders of those officers, which increased their panic.

In the defensive gap between the east and west, the soldiers of the Sharp Battalion with firearms in their arms constantly fired cold shots at the bandits on all sides. He also fired at the bandits approaching the front of the trench. More than a hundred steps away is also very lethal, even if those bandits retreat more than a hundred steps away, how can they escape their shooting?

There were constant rogues, and especially the leader-like people were knocked to the ground.

"Smack!" With a thud, the bullet from nowhere struck another rogue, and he fell to his chest with a loud thud, hot blood spilling from between his fingers, hotter than the hot weather.

Seeing this bandit rolling and crying on the ground, the people next to him all looked at him blankly, and no one paid attention to the shouting and roaring of the chiefs and leaders beside him.

Suddenly, the head of a leading man exploded, and blood and brains splattered, but it was a bullet that hit his head just right.

"Ahh

One of the cougars screamed heartbreakingly, threw away the spear in his hand, and ran away.

Like a fryer, the remaining bandits could no longer hold back the fear in their hearts, and they also ran away one after another. The bandits fleeing from the north affected the bandits attacking the east side of the hillside, and they were also routed back like a tide.

Sherif and Goodall, who watched the battle, had very ugly faces, and the Xia soldiers' hard bite was beyond their expectations. In a short period of time, the strikers who attacked the hillside on three sides had suffered as many as a thousand casualties, and the other side did not seem to have a single casualty.

The contrast is so strong that it is really unacceptable, and in Sharif's opinion, it is very rare for his side to behave like this.

It's just that Xia Bing is too strong, he has been fighting in the South Seas for many years, Keshali from an ordinary country, after several generations of efforts, annexed more than a dozen countries around him, step by step strong, before the Westerners came, he has dominated the archipelago of the South Seas for many years, and then lost the conflict with the Westerners, and then adopted a more practical method in his father, uniting the Westerners to suppress opponents in the same region.

But since the big country in the north, which has been suppressed for thousands of years, has changed its previous strategy, no longer wants a glamorous reputation, and has begun to emigrate to this rich region as the suzerain, it is something that the people of Koshali never expected.

There are already Westerners in this area, and with the addition of the Bactrian people, it is a bit too crowded.

But I really didn't expect that the people of Daxia had mastered more advanced weapons, especially their firecrackers were too chilling, every time the guns sounded, their sons and daughters fell under their guns in a row, the more brave they were, the faster they died, fortunately, the people who died were the young and strong of the small clan, and it was still good to dominate the South Seas.

And I don't know how they fight, so durable, with constant firepower, I have seen the Western Ocean and the guns before Great Xia, and I have never seen such a gun.

Goodel had a gloomy face and whispered to Sharif: "Your Royal Highness, if you hit this part, you can't stop, otherwise the dead will be in vain." ”

He said: "The Xia soldiers rely on firearms, and there will always be times when they can't keep up, and our people will pile up in a row, and they can always rush through their military formation. ”

Sharif nodded, and the forwards on the three fronts in front of him were mostly killed and wounded by small countries and foreign tribal soldiers, and their Javanese core did not move at all. The Javanese soldiers are still standing still, and no matter how many people die, what pity is there for them Javanese?

At that moment, the two of them summoned the chief of a large tribe who was thundering, and this chief had boasted about Haikou in front of the two of them, and in the blink of an eye, the vanguard of his own organization was defeated. Now the people in the war are panicking, and it is difficult to fight the summer soldiers, so if we withdraw our troops, lest we lose our troops in vain, and the ambition before the attack has been lost.

The chief was furious about this, and even beheaded a few fierce bandits, Fang Fang stabilized some military morale, and after he was recruited, he shouted: "Your Highness Sharif, why don't you let me personally lead people to rush, I don't believe it, those summer soldiers are so difficult to bite." ”

Sharif said: "Brother, you are my right-hand man, how can you take risks easily when it is not necessary?" Gather another 30,000 men and charge and tell the chiefs that whoever breaks the position of the summer soldiers, the armor will belong to them, and the muskets will be given to them in half. ”

"Okay."

The night gradually passed, the east was white, the scenery by the river was desolate and solemn, but at this time on this hillside, it was full of gunsmoke, and the sound of killing shook the sky.

Madness and blood are on full display here.

The slope defense line of the Nanyang Army pounced on the tidal wave of bandit foot soldiers, and the black pressure was full of spears. They were killed in rows on both sides of the line, but they were screaming and rushing wildly.

"Looks like the pikemen are going to be on the line, just right, kill a pain!"

Duan Shuchang secretly thought that the spearmen should be in battle, and the sound of the platoon had already sounded twenty times, and those thieves still rushed forward, their eyes full of blood red and madness. Put it again, and the firearms of the firecrackers need to cool down and dissipate heat, but this gap needs to be topped by the pikemen.

And in Tukou's opinion, what Xia Bing is fighting is firearms, and he needs to let them see, their Nanyang Army is not only sharp in firearms, but also in hand-to-hand combat, which is just as terrifying!

He shouted, "Pikemen prepare!" ”

"Protection!"

With a loud shout, the spearmen paused the shaft of their guns.

Another round of fiery guns rang out, and the charging bandits fell a dozen more people, and their impact wave was blocked.

As the sound of "Musketeers retreating" sounded, several layers of musketeers in front of the pikemen retreated en masse, until they retreated behind the pikemen. The guards of the fourth battalion also took buckets of water and wiped them with wet cloths to cool down their fine iron pipes, and a sizzling sound sounded.

"Onward!"

The pikemen captains shouted.

"Wan Sheng!"

They were the loud and powerful voices of the soldiers.

"First layer, sprint!"

"Wan Sheng!"

Zhao Changrong held his spear and roared and rushed towards the squadron leader's spearmen.

"Kill!"

With the power of rushing down the slope, Zhao Changrong rushed and jumped, and the sharp long cone of the spear in his hand pierced into the throat of a bandit. The spear came out of his throat, and the coke couldn't scream, but his body twitched violently.

"Thorn!"

"Kill!"

The squadron leader on the left side of the queue roared angrily, and Zhao Changrong's spear brought out a stream of blood mist, which pierced into the heart of a rogue behind.