The hungry soldiers fled all at once, and Ma Shouying's face turned pale. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoAlthough these hungry soldiers are unbearable, they are also the seedlings of the old thieves in the future, and maybe one or two of them can be honed into old thief foot soldiers. Now the hungry soldiers fled all at once, and the losses were not small.

However, if they can defeat the officers and troops in front of them, some of these hungry soldiers will return for food. As long as he defeats this small force of more than 1,000 officers, he will not lose too much in his strength.

Ma Shouying hid in the middle of the Tang horse cavalry and shouted: "Speed up the march!" Officers and soldiers will only use firearms! Rush up and we'll win! ”

The old thief foot soldiers and the horses, who had been bombarded by the shells, no longer chased the fleeing hungry soldiers, but regrouped and hurried towards the officers and soldiers two miles away.

Seeing that the hungry soldiers of the thieves were defeated, Li Zhi was in a good mood and asked the artillery to shoot with solid bullets again.

The thieves walked a mile, 500 meters away from the officers and soldiers, and were shelled again.

Forty more shells whistled, all of which smashed into the ranks of more than 7,000 thieves. As soon as the thieves heard the roar of the artillery, they scattered and fled, and at once they did not form a queue. But even the thieves fleeing in such chaos could not reduce the lethality of the artillery in the slightest. At a distance of one mile, the six-pounder cannon was already firing almost directly, and the power was amazing. Forty shells whizzed through the ranks of thieves, cutting off another hundred and fifty lives in an instant.

More than a dozen shells fell into the ranks of the horses, killing dozens of valuable cavalry of the thief army.

Ma Shouying also panicked when he heard the whistling of the cannonball, and subconsciously shrank into a ball on the horse. A cannonball whizzed past him a few feet away, piercing the mounts of two horsemen, throwing them off their horses and half dead.

Ma Shouying took a breath and secretly said that the firepower of this officer and soldier was too fierce. He was even a little hesitant to rush up, the power of the shell made him subconsciously want to escape.

But in the end, reason prevailed over emotion, and Ma Shouying rode on the horse and shouted: "Rush, rush up and win." ”

Seven thousand nine hundred thieves plucked up their courage and rushed towards the Xuanfeng Regiment with a loud shout.

A mile away, the columns of officers and soldiers in front of them could already be seen clearly. The officers and soldiers, numbering just over a thousand men, stood in a semicircle on a small raised mound with forty cannons arranged on either side. Ma Shouying firmly believes that as long as he rushes forward, he will win.

The three thousand pond horses are the most precious, and they are naturally used in key places and cannot be used to charge into battle. Ma Shouying let the 5,000 foot soldiers rush forward as fast as possible and directly attack the front of the small group of officers and soldiers. With 5,000 people attacking more than 1,000 people, Ma Shouying felt that his old thief foot soldiers would definitely be able to crush the official army in one go.

However, he didn't understand how powerful the firepower of the Selector Regiment was.

Li Zhi saw the thieves rushing a mile away and stopped the bombardment of solid shells. The solid shells have already blasted away the old returning thieves, and the strategic purpose has been achieved, and it can be brought to an end. He ordered all six-pounder guns to be quickly loaded with shotguns and ready to shell enemy charges.

The musketeers stood in line, ready to shoot in three rounds.

Five hundred meters, four hundred meters, three hundred meters, 5,000 thieves with big swords and long swords shouted, and rushed to the front of the selection regiment 200 meters away.

Li Zhi brandished his war knife and shouted loudly: "Shoot with a rifle!" ”

The herald shouted loudly, and three hundred and eighty Minnie riflemen took aim at the target and pulled the trigger.

The flames were everywhere, and the crackling sound of shooting rang out continuously, stirring up hundreds of choking black mist on the small mound. Three hundred and eighty rounds of bullets whizzed towards the oncoming rogue soldiers.

At two hundred meters, shooters who have been trained for several months have an almost ninety percent hit rate with a Mini rifle. The speed of the rogue's foot soldiers was limited, and when they rushed head-on, they were like fixed targets, and in a single moment they were knocked down by the bullets that came from the fire.

The thieves were suddenly hit hard, and they couldn't react at once, and rushed forward with their heads covered.

"Shoot!"

Only seven seconds later, the second group of riflemen of the three-stage shot came to the front and began the second slaughter.

More than 300 gunshots rang out, and countless smoke filled the air, enveloping the entire raised mound. Hungry bullets flew out of the chamber and mercilessly rushed into the body of the thief who was naked in front of him. The high-speed spinning bullet sliced through the flesh of the thief, stabbing left and right in the entrailed body, churning the organs into a mass of flesh.

More than 300 foot soldiers who rushed to the front spurted blood from their wounds and fell down with blood spitting from their mouths.

The first few hundred foot soldiers were the bravest, and they all fell at once. The thieves behind were dumbfounded, slowed down and looked in horror at the small smoke-shrouded mound in front of them.

But before they could come over, the third shot began.

"Shoot!"

Bullets rained down on the thieves, crashing into their bodies, breaking ribs and shattering fragile organs. Even if he was lucky enough not to be hit in the torso, he was only hit in the hands and feet, and the bones of the hands and legs were immediately broken, and he fell to the ground and lost his combat effectiveness.

In just one round and three batches of shooting, more than 900 old thief foot soldiers were killed and wounded, and fell in pools of blood. The old thief foot soldiers who are still alive are only 4,000 people left.

However, the thieves still had the last glimmer of hope, and they speculated that after this round, the officers and soldiers on the small mound would have to load the arquebus, and there would be no time for a second round. Just rush up and win.

Frightened, they rushed to a distance of 120 meters from the Election Regiment.

However, their illusions were soon shattered by the harsh reality. After only a seven-second pause, the Selectors on the small mound began to fire in three rounds again.

One hundred and twenty meters away, the bullets pierced the thieves' chests one after another, shattering their hearts, stomachs, lungs, kidneys, and everything they encountered, kicking these murderous old thieves into hell.

In the blink of an eye, another 350 thieves fell under Minnie's spear.

This is not an official army, this is a heavenly soldier! In front of you is a death zone, and rushing further is a dead end.

Twenty-five percent of the personnel losses have exceeded the limit of the old thief's foot soldiers. No one's life was chosen, and who is willing to fill this forbidden area of death with their own lives? The bravest thieves who rushed to the front have all died, and the rest are not so brave. Those who run in front slow down, trying to let those behind fill in and block themselves, and those who run behind turn and run away.

The fleeing people led the others in an instant, and finally everyone turned and fled.

They turned and fled, their broadswords and spears dropped, hoping to run faster.

Amid the sound of rounds of fire from row to row of the selection group, the old thief foot soldiers threw away their armor and fled in all directions.

In the process of escaping, the Selector Regiment was still shooting, and the old thief who fled in a panic left more than 1,000 corpses in front of the Selector Regiment.

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