The Qing army was also arranging troops at this time. The soldiers were scolded by the officers as they stood in a line, loosely clutching their weapons. Some had saliva in their mouths, others with slightly trembling hands. The flag officers ran up and down in the middle, conveying subtle orders. At this time, there is no battle, so naturally you can seize the time to conduct a wave of micro-operations.

Like the Ming army on the opposite side, the Bird Soldiers were placed at the forefront, tasked with weakening a wave of enemies. The Franco's cannons, which could be used in field battles, were slowly dragged between the phalanx by the mules and horses, leaving deep hoof prints, just at the level of the infantry that were moving slowly because of the need for coordination.

In the middle of the formations of the two sides, several cavalry teams in the uniform of the Qing army emerged. Gan Hui was reluctant to lose the few cavalry in his hand. He did not immediately let the cavalry attack.

Seeing that there was no cavalry in the Nanban to engage in battle, the cavalry rushed to within fifty paces with laughter, and got off the horse-drawn bow and arrows or picked up the birds--- and then was beaten by a volley of guns.

More than half of the more than 100 Qing horsemen who attacked fell in one round, and even if the rest were lucky enough to survive, most of the horses fell. Reflecting what this group of madmen had done, the Qing army that survived by luck immediately split into two and ran back.

The flags danced, and the three phalanxes gradually stopped, and they did not remove the fire hammer at the front, but held the tong bar and fiddled with the flintlock gun in their hands, as if to send experience to the Qing army---- at least in the eyes of the Qing army who gradually pressed over.

The officers at the edge of the queue with waist knives and short handcuffs shouted loudly to maintain order, and the content was nothing more than the words that whoever put the gun first would put the gun on the skull.

"I've fought three or four big battles, and if I don't get to thirty steps to release the guns, the Tartars rush over, and if I don't have the guns, I really have to fall off my brains!"

The Qing army on the opposite side was actually not a real Tartar, but a green battalion soldier with a shaved head. Compared to their predecessors in the Ming army, these bird-shacklers would no longer do the stupid thing of indiscriminately putting seventy paces around, and could barely hold on to multiple rows of rounds of shots within forty paces.

At a distance of about forty paces, the Qing army put the bird on the fork and squinted through the Wangshan to stare at the heads of the Ming soldiers. As rows of hanging knives were pulled by withered fingers, the fire ropes fell like beaks, and primers ignited the propellants, sending pennies of lead to erupt.

At this time, the bird guns are all smoothbore, and the inner wall is not smooth, and there will always be some uneven places inside the rolled bird guns, which are difficult to detect with the naked eye, so that the projectile obviously forms different ballistics after flying for about 20 steps.

After the first round of firing, the Qing army advanced to a distance of thirty paces, and the second row of bird gunners released another pass. The Ming troops who were hit were dragged aside for treatment, and the Ming troops behind quickly filled their positions.

Thirty steps, this is a distance to be able to see a person's face, a dozen is accurate, and it is no problem to aim at the Wangshan Mountain. The Qing army stopped again and let the bird-gunners behind stand in front and shoot the bird-guns.

"Bang bang...... before the third round of bird gunners pulled the sling, the enemy directly opposite fired a full bomb, and the metal storm of the seventeenth century hit the array of whip soldiers, directly emptying most of the first row.

The second row, which was still loading ammunition, looked dazed, and some clever pigtails picked up the loaded bird guns in front of them and put them away randomly. There is no unified firing of firecrackers, which is almost tantamount to setting off firecrackers.

"Bang bang bang..." Before the second platoon of the Qing army finished loading, it was swept to the ground by another round of lead bullets.

At this point, a well-trained bird-gunner can shoot once in 90 seconds, while a well-trained flintlock gunner can shoot at least twice a minute.

The first row lost more than half of it, and the front row of the bird gunners showed some signs of collapse, and seeing the formation that was about to collapse, the Qing army had to order the bird gunners to retreat first, and the spearmen were in front. Although the spearmen also had to be beaten, the constant compression distance could also bring a great sense of fear to the opposite gunners---- which was a daily situation since the war of the Ming and Qing dynasties for more than 40 years. What's more, the spearman's attack doesn't need to stop like the bird's gunner.

The flag waved, and the Qing army's bird guns ran away from both sides as if they had been amnestied, dragging long bird guns and grabbing the shelves.

Facing rows of black holes and long fire guns, the front row involuntarily accelerated their pace, not only moving forward, but also scattering more and more. It takes time to change formations, and the time for the Qing army just now is enough to take several steps.

"Bang bang..."The Ming army's flintlock hands finished reloading again, and the white smoke became thicker and thicker, and now everyone could only let loose in the general direction. All kinds of random events that are bound to occur on the battlefield are also accumulating more and more on the body of this sharp knife unit: the whole strip flies, the chamber is blown up, the flint cannot be hit, the firing mechanism is damaged... Especially thanks to the iron-eating beast that has no head now, there are fewer and fewer flintlock guns that can fire normally.

The sound of horses' hooves clattered, and by the time the fog cleared enough to be seen, a cavalry had appeared on the left flank of the Ming army's phalanx. It is true that heavy cavalry cannot attack the front of infantry formations, but that does not mean that they cannot attack musket formations without bayonets. And at this time, the cavalry did not need to maintain a tight formation, and the Qing cavalry, which was the same as the skirmisher line, stepped out of the billowing smoke and dust, and rushed over triumphantly with a saber.

"Change formation!"

Zheng Jun did not have a bayonet, and even if he did, it would be difficult to bargain for a "short spear" with a length of less than two meters. Later, the commander ordered the front to be like a Lin spear, and Zheng's gunners also retreated to the back.

The Fran cannon behind the phalanx rang out, and the archers aimed their bows at the sky. The Franc machine fired at the Qing army's formation, while the archers fired arrows at the flanks of the cavalry.

The arrows thrown were all light arrows, and they did not achieve much success.

"Bang!" The Qing army's Franc machine also shot on the spot, but the target was a position formed by the two guns of the Ming army.

The iron ball flew at the height of the person's neck and fell slightly on the sandbags of the Ming artillery position. Sandbags flew everywhere, making a mess of the layout of the Ming army's position.

The cavalry of the Qing army who were not injured were even more proud, some of them actually gave up the impact, threw out throwing axes and other throwing weapons and smashed them into the Ming army's formation, and one or two kilograms of iron smashed into the person was naturally killed immediately, but this also slowed down the speed of the Qing army's horses, and the waves of the impact were more scattered.

Then, several flags in the Ming army suddenly changed positions, and then, the Ming army of about 200 people broke away from the main formation, but divided into small formations that echoed each other and attacked the Qing cavalry in turn.

"Are these Nanban dead?" Many Qing troops saw the "loose formation" on the opposite side, so they laughed.

But in the blink of an eye, I found that although the scattered formation was loose, it was difficult to break down......

"Run!" The little flags saw the signal of the military flag in the middle, and urged their subordinates to cooperate and run.

Although at this time, the army had to take seven or eight steps in the phalanx, even if it was the Qi family's army, it was at most more than forty steps. But this kind of flower array is still better, and in the face of familiar colleagues, everyone naturally knows how to cooperate--- and the distance is close.

Groups of spears struck at the Qing army, which had not yet reacted to what was going on. Each group only takes on one enemy horseman, so the hand holding the spear will not break a horse that has slowed down.