But 200 meters, the coalition forces have to go forward more than 80 meters, 120 meters distance before they can shoot, although 120 meters distance they can not guarantee that the arquebus bullets can hit the enemy, but in the element of luck, the platoon gun shooting, can always hit a few enemies, they fight luck, as for the killing of the enemy, then get a distance of 30 meters to decide the victory, one side can not support the huge casualties brought about by the demoralization, the fear of death, the collapse of the formation, so that the other side wins.

The phalanx moves forward as a whole.

One by one, they carried arquebuses and marched forward rhythmically.

The Huaxia Army, on the other hand, didn't seem to know this rhythm, so they stood there and waited.

It's like being willing to be a target.

Boom, boom, boom, the artillery of the Huaxia Army rang out in less than a minute.

Schroeder paused for a moment, no, how could the Huaxia army be like this, this was not rehearsed in advance, he knew that there were Portuguese and Dutch in the Huaxia army, and their new army was also taught by these instructors, he thought that the Huaxia army would learn the Western way of fighting and fight with a gentleman-like confrontation.

In the distance, the heart of the governor of the first place sank, as a country dominated by merchants in the West, they deeply knew that the advancement of technology was the key to success or failure, and he understood that this was not that the Huaxia Army was not a gentleman, but that the artillery of the Huaxia Army was at least reset, and the loading had surpassed their Western artillery, and the other party fired the cannon before them.

This time the opponent hit the phalanx of the Dutch.

Boom, boom, boom, more than 30 cannons made the sound of more than 60 cannons, and the sound was as loud as tens of thousands of horses galloping past, and the ground shook endlessly.

The Portuguese coalition army, which had just taken a step here, and walked less than thirty meters, became hesitant, yes, what's going on, is this ****** still a cannon?

You don't need to fight so fast, why do you have to get the fastest five minutes to reload, six minutes to fire, don't your cannons need to be reset?

Don't your cannons need corrective fire?

You have to calculate the opponent's position, distance, and charge, in case there is less of it, hit your own people, what if you load too much, and you can't hit the enemy?

But the opponent was so willful, he shot in less than two minutes, and even if they trotted, they only ran thirty meters, so there was no need to be in such a hurry.

"Whoa-la-"

"Ah——, my leg ——,"

"Hey, whose intestines are this, why did they run to my head? Uh-huh" dizzy.

Governor Yi looked at his phalanx, as if he had been trampled by dozens of elephants, staggering, his unbearable degree, the degree of panic, more messy than the Spanish phalanx that had just been hit, how the hell do I want to fight?

It's hard to take this team.

After a minute of panic, the Dutch phalanx finally had an officer stand up, clean up the situation, and after another minute of rectification, it finally continued to move forward in the eyes of several phalanxes in surprise, puzzlement, and anger.

These are all local veterans who have fought old wars, think back then, when these people fought with the Hessian mercenaries in Bavaria, these people also defeated their opponents several times, and when they fought with the Venetian merchants, the Venetians fled in the desert, although they were mercenary groups recruited by merchants, but their discipline and professionalism were still very high, such high casualties, still unhurried whole team, and then the back filled the gap in front, and after a while, they recovered their formation and continued to move forward.

One hundred and seventy meters away from the enemy, one hundred and fifty meters from the enemy's artillery, and another thirty meters forward, those top marksmen in the army will be able to strike at the enemy's artillery.

Not as much as one shot, but at least it can cause problems for the enemy's artillery,...... Oh my God, don't let the enemy open fire any more, damn artillery, what are you eating, why don't you fire now?

Eight minutes passed, and the coalition phalanx finally reached a distance of one hundred and twenty meters.

Just when the artillery of the Huaxia Army fired the third round of shells, the artillery of the two armies finally opened fire, this time directly hit the enemy's artillery, the shells flew over a distance of more than 100 meters, overturned at least two of the enemy's artillery, and the artillery on both sides attacked the artillery in the enemy's phalanx together, so that the enemy lost five artillery, dozens of artillery casualties, seeing this situation, the phalanx soldiers were very relieved, let you be two rounds faster than us, let us hit three rounds of artillery hit, lose at least more than 700 comrades, two cannons.

However, what surprised them was that the enemy's artillery did not have any, nor did they panic, dozens of people ran out from behind the phalanx, dragging the wounded and running back, and the remaining artillery without casualties immediately ran to other positions to help, transporting shells, pushing gun mounts, and loading shells.

Under their gaze, the artillerymen adjusted their muzzles one after another, and after waving the small red flags one after another, a sharp whistle sounded, and the small cannons of the Huaxia Army spewed out evil fires one after another.

Who added the phalanx this time to be unlucky?

The Spanish phalanx, which had the largest number of people and the densest concentration, had already been hit, the Dutch phalanx had the most armor and advanced weapons, and it was ravaged in two rounds, who to hit this time?

It should be the British, who let them be like monkey butts, with their faces covered in powder, and they are still dressed so brightly and red, who will they not hit you?

The Portuguese thought so, the Spaniards had lost the governor, the vanguard officer had died, they had been beaten once, their morale was extremely low, their formation was a little messy, and their steps were not in order, and they thought that we had no threat to the Chinese army and would not fight us.

The Dutch thought, we're already miserable enough and won't beat us anymore?

The Portuguese thought, we are not many in number, not very good-looking, they should not beat us, but who knows, damn barbaric Orientals, they must have yellow poop in their heads, I'm afraid their brains are confused, they will definitely hit us one by one, fifty percent will hit us, fifty percent will hit the British, I bet 20 Spanish gold coins to block them will definitely hit the British.

The British have no ideas, and even if they have ideas, they can't stop their arrogant gentlemanly demeanor, anyway, they didn't beat us, we just came to make soy sauce, although we have so many gray livestock, but you Portuguese don't also get so many gray livestock? You also occupy such a large territory in India, and you were the first to fight the fall of the Mughal Dynasty.

You are the initiators of the war, you are the protagonists, we are the ones who fight soy sauce, and we should fight you first.

But the result was surprising, and the Dutch cried.

The artillerymen took out their anger on the Dutch, who had just formed their ranks, and another round of blows, this one, with solid shells, which were fired from six-pounder guns, and scattered shells, which were fired from twelve-pounder guns.

Suddenly there was a big chaos, the Dutch was knocked down in front of a large area, screams, crying, the middle was ploughed a few bloody roads, along the road stumps and broken arms, blood flowed like a river, it was unbearable to witness, even the Governor of the Taka in the back was also grazed by the shell, although the shell did not have much power, but the Governor of the Raid still spit blood, fell off the war horse, and the war horse was also paralyzed in place, opened the bitter eyes of the big horse, burst into tears, buttocks, so hot.

The governor was wounded, the Dutch didn't know what to do, the team was completely chaotic, Schroeder roared with palpitations, and sent someone to divide a squadron of 100 people, and ran to the Dutch to help organize the troops, fortunately, the captain officer of the Dutch still recognized the war, did not think about retreating, hurriedly gathered the troops, and at a glance, the phalanx of 1,200 people in front of it shrank to more than 500 people after several shells, and the important thing is which few artillery scattered shells, and directly knocked down the soldiers in the front three rows.

The British Governor Maconjie's legs trembled on his war horse and muttered, "It's terrible, when did these barbarian cannons of the Orientals be able to hit so fast?" So powerful?

He looked at the officer leading the team in front of him, and thought anxiously, big brother, don't lead the team so fast, don't be in such a hurry, why is it soy sauce, this is the war between the Portuguese and the Ming army, what are you in a hurry, this is not fighting for the British Empire, the gun shoots the first bird, do you know it?

Glancing at the four phalanxes in front, the Spaniards and Dutch phalanx in the middle were heavily damaged, the phalanx was dented in a large piece, and they and the Portuguese were much more prominent, especially them, because they had been hit, although the brother troops suffered heavy losses, they slowed down a little and hesitated a few times, but they were still much faster than the other three phalanxes.

Sure enough, while he was struggling with his thoughts, the artillery of the Huaxia Army turned to their side and aimed at their ranks.

"Quick, quick, give the order to stop the advance in front, scatter the queues, disperse, and prepare for battle." McConjie hurriedly said to the herald.

However, the enemy artillery did not wait for the herald to repeat the order, and opened fire.

Seeing more than thirty shells flying straight towards them, McConger closed his eyes and began to pray to Jesus, Christ, the Virgin Mary, all the gods he could find.

But after waiting for a long time, he didn't hear the screams of their phalanx, and he couldn't help but open his eyes and see, oh, it was their artillery unit that was hit.

But those artillerymen were pitiful.

It is not an exaggeration to describe that the cannons were destroyed at once, more than 200 artillerymen lay on the ground, the carriages that pulled the cannons overturned everywhere, the pack horses screamed, they were crushed under the carts, they were hit by the cannons, and their intestines flowed, which was miserable.

More importantly, it was as if a powder keg exploded that caused damage to more than a dozen cannons, and it was impossible for the solid shells of more than 30 cannons to hit the scattered artillery positions at once, unless their shells could hit the side of the artillery positions in a straight line, and the shells had enough kinetic energy to break a few cannons and still have the strength to bounce on the ground a few more times.

This is obviously impossible.

The artillery position is abandoned, this is his point of view, such a big damage, really think that the British are invincible aliens, really think that those auxiliary artillery, gray cattle are bandits who are not afraid of death, can still maintain military discipline in such a tragic situation, and continue to operate the cannon under the reprimand and command of the officer?

Taking advantage of the chaos, they had long since disappeared, and even the British artillery on the position had run away.

The artillery positions on one side, and the Portuguese artillery positions, and their British and Portuguese phalanxes, were not hit from beginning to end, and although they could be hit next, they staggered forward, and they also advanced, and finally moved eighty meters in front of the enemy.

The enemy's formation stood still, the artillery had already begun to retreat, and the enemy had approached sixty meters, a distance that a smoothbore gun could hit.

It's not easy, then it's up to our British Empire's musketeers to harvest your lives, just a few thousand people, we still have tens of thousands of support troops behind us, thousands of arquebus troops, although the quality of the Japanese iron cannons is not very good, the range is not very long, although those timid and lazy gray cattle are overwhelmed, but it is still very effective to fight a tailwind war.

(End of chapter)