In the mountains and forests, the leader of the samurai, Sanada Nobuyuki, looked at the massacre not far away, his eyes bloodshot. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

He could never have imagined that this ambush would turn out like this.

It was the samurai who succeeded in luring the Tiger Army into the mountains, and finally confined the battlefield to this valley no more than three hundred meters wide. The distance of the charge was only a hundred meters, how could it end up like this?

A hundred meters, the old Japanese iron cannon can also shoot a shot, and the white-knuckle battle begins.

The Dutchman's flintlock pistol could fire two shots, but only two.

However, the situation on the battlefield was completely out of Sanada Nobuyuki's imagination, and the rear-loading rifles fired continuously. Where is this Japanese samurai ambushing the Ming invaders? This is all about the aggressors slaughtering the indigenous Japanese with weapons that are ahead of their time.

What kind of rifle is the Tiger Army holding? The speed of the shot turned out to be so high that it was unbelievably high. Every five breaths could be fired, and bullets poured out of Li Zhi's riflemen like a continuous storm.

This rate of fire has exceeded Sanada Nobuyuki's comprehension.

Sanada Nobuyuki is very old, he has lived through Japan's Sengoku period and Edo period, he has seen all kinds of iron artillery units, but he has never seen any unit as terrible as the rear-loading soldiers.

Against these new riflemen, it seems that any ploy is pointless. These rear-loading soldiers can complete a single reload and shoot in five breaths, technically cutting off the possibility of any hand-to-hand combat with cold weapons.

In the face of absolute strength, any plan is in vain.

These tactics included an ambush by Sanada Nobuyuki and a decisive charge by the samurai within a hundred meters.

The samurai on the battlefield are dying at a rapid pace.

In the complex potholed valley, if a samurai charged with all his might, it would take about twenty seconds to rush to the breech-loading rifleman. But with constant fire from rear-loading rifles, it takes more time to complete this tactic. There was often a distance of several meters between the samurai in the front row and the samurai in the back, and for each samurai that died in the samurai, the front line of the samurai was pushed back a few meters.

Moreover, after the soldiers in the front row are shot, they will struggle and convulse, blocking the soldiers in the back row.

Some samurai who were shot rolled on the ground, and some samurai who were beaten half to death would even grab the samurai next to them and moan for help, these were all obstacles.

This allowed the samurai to charge in much more than twenty seconds.

It was the human factor that slowed down the entire charge even more, with some samurai slowed down by the rate of fire of their rear-loading guns.

Even though they were raised by the samurai Nobuyoshi, the Japanese aristocracy was still human, not a fearless killing machine. As long as it is human, it will be afraid of death. In the face of a massacre of breech-loading rifles, even the bravest samurai will desert and retreat.

The truth is cruel: just run slower and let the other samurai behind you get ahead of you, you can let the bullets that should have been fired at you give way to others, and you can live a few more seconds.

More and more samurai were frightened by the thousand breech-loading rifles lined up on the east and west sides of the Papering Formation, and they ran slower and slower.

The short distance of 100 meters is like an insurmountable chasm at this time.

"Bang bang bang!"

The gunfire on the battlefield continued. The 1,000 Tsuo-style breech-loading rifles on the east and west sides played the effect of at least 4,000 Mini rifles, completely dominating the river valley. Soon, the bravest samurai, who rushed forward with their heads shut, were all slaughtered, and they straddled the corpses of their comrades, charged, and then fell to the ground with bullets, rolling like punching bags over the sloping river valley.

The samurai who were shot by the steel core of the rear-loading guns had no way to survive. The steel-core lead bullet was originally intended for armor piercing, but the lethal effect was no less terrifying. If you get shot within 100 meters, the bullet will even completely pierce the samurai's body, piercing two holes in one hole. The spinning bullet will tear through all the human organs in his path during the puncture process, causing incurable wounds to the body.

The warriors who had been shot were screaming and moaning on the ground, rolling and struggling on the rugged ground near the river valley. From time to time, they crashed into sharp rocks, tumbled down steep places, screamed and fell to lower places, but they could not stop the blood rushing out of their wounds, and they could not save their gradually lost lives.

The corpses in the valley were densely packed, and the noble samurai who once ruled the country of Japan were now like the cheapest consumables, like livestock piled up on the ground in a slaughterhouse, waiting for the butcher to come in and disembowel.

Blood, a large amount of blood, flowed out of the corpse, flowing in the valley that sloped towards the river, gradually merging into a blood-colored trickle.

By the time the samurai rushed forty meters in front of the Tiger Army, a third had already been killed.

Breech-loading guns are merciless slaughterers. He does not care who is a brave warrior and who is a cowardly coward, and only slaughters. Whoever rushes to the front, damns.

The old Sanada Nobuyuki sat in the middle of the mountain forest, his eyes wide open.

If the rifled guns that the Tokugawa family got from the Dutch were life-devouring jackals, tigers and leopards, then the rear-loading guns that could shoot once in five breaths were the devil who harvested life in batches.

If Sanada Nobuyuki had been confident that the samurai would be able to hold the mountains of Koshin-Etsu, now he had begun to waver in his mind.

Even if you are ambushed in the woods with a field of view of only a few tens of meters, this rear-loading rifle can shoot several samurai before a white-knuckle battle. As long as the Ming people are not afraid of casualties, the tens of thousands of samurai gathered in Koshin-Yue will not be able to stop the iron-blooded pace of the Ming people.

The old Sanada Nobuyuki trembled.

The situation on the battlefield is becoming more and more unfavorable for the samurai, and Sanada Nobuyuki doubts that he is going to lose the war.

However, Sanada Nobuyuki couldn't do anything, he was too old to rush to the front line and charge. Commanding this army with the help of his nephew was already all he could do.

Gritting his teeth, Nobuyuki Sanada watched as his samurai were heading for collapse.

A third of the warriors had died, and all that remained in the valley was the wanderers who trembled at the slaughter.

Already frightened by the rear-loading guns, where are these samurai capable of breaking through these last forty meters? They didn't advance even half as fast as the samurai who had died in battle.

"Bang bang bang!"

A row of deafening gunshots rang out, and another group of samurai fell on the slopes of the valley, rolling on the hillside.

Finally, the samurai collapsed.

One of the samurai who rushed to the front screamed, discarded his ancestral katana, turned back, and fled in a panic.

The other samurai looked at the fleeing samurai in horror and were silent for a second.

However, in just one second, the rear-loading gun roared and shot hundreds of front-row warriors.

The samurai's psyche collapsed in an instant, and almost at the same moment, the thousands of samurai in the front row no longer rushed forward, but fled back in unison. Like a group of mice that have encountered a cat, they scattered in all directions and fled into the mountains and forests in a panic.

Jiang Chong looked at the Japanese warriors who had fled and breathed a sigh of relief.

But he was not ready to let go of these Japanese who did not know whether they were alive or dead.

"Keep shooting!"

"Shoot!"

Like a devil's scythe, the bullets continued to pour down on the backs of the defeated Japanese. Blood flowers bloomed from the backs of the Japanese one by one, mixing the blood of the cowardly with the blood of the brave.

One by one, the samurai who jumped and fled from the corpses of their companions screamed and fell, and the corpses were stacked on top of the original corpses, making the already bloody ground even more cruel.

I don't know how many corpses were left on the battlefield before the samurai fled into the forest.

The more than 20,000 samurai who originally attacked the third regiment were defeated, and less than half of them remained.

Watching the embarrassed Japanese flee into the mountains and forests, the soldiers of the Tiger Army laughed. They excitedly raised their breech-loading rifles in their hands and cheered loudly.