From the moment the first samurai rushed out of the forest, the soldiers of the Tiger Ben Army opened fire. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

At this time, the enemy was very close to the Tiger Army. On the edge of the mountain forest to the east, the Japanese samurai who rushed out were only a hundred meters away from the soldiers in the front row.

Jiang Chong's 2,000 rifles were arranged in the outermost periphery, and each side was arranged in triples. The soldier of the first weight shoots on his stomach on the ground, the second soldier squats to shoot, and the third soldier shoots standing up. This arrangement maximizes the density of firing at the width of the unit's battlefield.

In order to avoid killing the same enemy repeatedly, the three platoons of soldiers tried to stagger the firing times as much as possible. Wait for the soldier lying on his stomach to finish shooting, the soldier crouching behind him shoots, and then the soldier standing behind him shoots.

At a distance of one hundred meters, the enemy's target in the crosshair was large, and the shooters of the Tiger Army were almost missed.

A gunshot rang out, and the smell of saltpeter suddenly enveloped the river valley. The warriors who had just rushed out of the forest suddenly burst into blood flowers. The katana held high hung limply, and the samurai who had been shot rolled down from the mountains and forests above the river valley and fell into the farmland in the river valley.

The samurai in the back followed one after another, not looking at the corpses on the ground, and continued to charge forward.

The second platoon of riflemen opened fire.

In the crackling sound of gunfire, the samurai fell to the ground and rolled on the hillside like puppets that had suddenly broken their strings.

But the samurai behind did not fear and continued to charge without hesitation.

For the samurai of Japan, this charge was not an ordinary war, but a decisive battle to determine whether they could survive or not.

The samurai were the ruling class of Japan, magistrates, officers, and feudal lords. They either received money from the feudal lord to serve in public office and help the feudal lord rule the region, or they directly owned their own domain and collected land rent from the peasants in the domain.

The descendants of the samurai, who are also samurai, have been passed down from generation to generation and rule the country of Japan.

It was they who defeated the white Ainu with their katanas, seized the land of Japan for the yellow "Wa people", and created Japan, an expanding country.

However, the emergence of Li Zhi broke this ancient rule, and Li Zhi wanted to abolish the feudal domain and set up counties in Japan and rule the land with liuguan. This was tantamount to cutting off the samurai from all their financial resources, leaving them bankrupt, ruined, and starved to death.

The birds are still sleepy, let alone the samurai who has been immersed in the way of the samurai since childhood?

Even if they die like falling cherry blossoms, these samurai will resist to the end.

The samurai were like unconscious swarms, desperately jumping over the corpses in the front row, brandishing their katanas and charging in the direction of the Tiger Army.

Then the third platoon of soldiers opened fire.

At such a close distance, the gunners of the Tiger Army would hardly miss. The scene was like a herd of elk losing their minds ramming the muzzle of the hunter who slaughtered them. There was no second result, except for being shot one by one.

At this time, the east and west sides of the phalanx were impacted. Three rows of riflemen on both sides fired a single round, killing hundreds of the front samurai.

Finally, the three rows of rifles of the Ming people were all finished.

The samurai suddenly howled excitedly, their voices filled with excitement.

In the concept of the samurai, the rate of fire of the rifle was slow. Even the Tokugawa family's most advanced Mini rifle required twenty breaths to shoot a single bullet.

Twenty breaths was enough for the samurai to rush over the distance of a hundred meters.

At this critical moment, the eyes of the samurai turned blood-red in an instant. The howl resounded throughout the valley in an instant, and more samurai rushed out of the mountain forest, rushing towards the Tiger Army like crazy.

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

"Kill the Ming people!"

Of course, the valley was not a flat playground, and it was impossible for the samurai to run as fast as the athletes of later generations. The rocks and sloping terrain on the outskirts of the mountains, the undulating ridges on both sides of the river valley, and the soft soil of the farmland all limited the speed of the Japanese samurai charge.

The speed at which the samurai charged was only about four meters per second.

However, even at this speed, the samurai could rush into the Tiger Army's array in less than twenty seconds and engage in white-knuckle combat.

In terms of the use of swords, I am afraid that the Tiger Army is far inferior to the Japanese samurai who have practiced swordsmanship since childhood. As long as they enter the white-knuckle battle, tens of thousands of samurai will inevitably tear the tiger army to pieces.

What these Japanese samurai did not understand, however, was that they were facing breech-loading rifles. Almost three seconds after the third platoon had finished firing, the soldiers in the first platoon had finished loading.

And the Japanese samurai had just jumped over the corpses in front of them at this time, and they had only advanced ten meters.

"Bang Bang Bang"

The deadly rifle sounded again, like a death knell sounded by the devil.

The samurai in the front row looked at the rifles of the Tiger Army in amazement, not understanding what was happening. Why did it only take five or six breaths for the iron gunners of the Ming Kingdom to complete the reloading? It's simply impossible.

On the chests of the samurai, blood flowers bloom like cherry blossoms in April.

That's impossible!

The samurai looked at the bullets on their bodies in amazement, their expressions of disbelief, and then they lost control in the pain and fell to the ground.

They died very unwillingly, for it took thirty seconds for the arquebus to be fired, and twenty seconds for the flintlock pistol to be reloaded. No matter how you calculate it, they have enough time to rush up and slash and kill the Tang people who can only shoot guns!

Breech-loading rifles changed the situation on the battlefield like cheating. Originally, they launched a decisive charge at a distance of 100 meters, and they could easily rush into the formation of the Tiger Army.

Shock, unspeakable shock slammed into the hearts of all the samurai in the valley.

This is the devil's weapon.

Such a weapon would not only destroy the Japanese nation, but also end the era of the samurai.

However, in the second or two that the samurai were shocked, the soldiers of the 3rd Regiment of the Trap Division were still shooting.

The soldiers in the second row turned on the gunshots, loaded the paper-shelled bullets into them, turned off the bolts, and filled the fire door with a primer. The entire reloading process took only five or six seconds, and then the well-trained soldiers raised their rifles and poured their bullets at the samurai dozens of meters away.

The distance was only more than ninety meters, the hit rate was extremely high, and it was a one-sided massacre.

Like dominoes that have been toppled, the samurai in the front row fell one by one. The conical bullet caused an incurable wound in their body. They twitched and rolled in the ridges and rice fields, and then slowly turned into soulless corpses.

Then there was the third row of shooting.

Only three seconds after the third row had fired, the first row lying on the ground fired again.

This is an inefficient massacre like no other in human history.

In just 100 meters, it looks like you can run through it in the blink of an eye, but it has become a chasm that the samurai cannot cross. The number of casualties went from a few hundred to more than a thousand, and then quickly to several thousand. The corpses of the samurai lay like dense pebbles on the river beach on the rice paddies in the river valley, chirping blood pouring out.

The proud katana fell everywhere and stuck in the rice paddies, losing all its glory.

Even the samurai who fought to the death were frightened by such a war.

Obviously, it was a Japanese samurai who caught the tiger army in the valley that could not escape, and it was clear that he only needed to rush out of the mountains and forests for 100 meters to enter the white-knuckle battle, why did the scene become like this?

These are all the most warlike samurai, and they are all military aristocrats who have learned martial arts since childhood. In a white-knuckle battle, a samurai can face four or five Ashigaru soldiers without losing the upper hand. And now, these samurai are like the cheapest cannon fodder in this small river valley.

Even such a sacrifice may not be rushed.

The weapons of the Ming people are terrible.