To tell the truth, the flintlock pistol at this time is really not necessarily as good as the arquebus, at least the arquebus can be manufactured in batches, and this flintlock pistol can only be manufactured by hand, not to mention the low output, the cost is still very high, it is difficult to install, which is completely a torture for the mainstream European army that has just become familiar with the arquebus method of warfare, so European generals and soldiers are very repulsive to the flintlock pistol.

Smoothbore flintlock pistols are repelled, let alone rifled, although the accuracy and range of rifled guns are far beyond smoothbore guns, but rifling is really troublesome, and this gun also has special bullets, loading ammunition is also very inconvenient, some special bullets have to use a small hammer to knock into the barrel, generally a shot time is much longer than the arquebus.

However, people have good accuracy, if it is to deal with a big person, one shot is indeed enough, Xiao Ruxun once guessed that the legendary sniper did not sprout from this time, because what he has to do is similar to that of a sniper, the Burmese prince sits on an elephant, taller than his mount, he doesn't want to risk dying in battle, play the style of a martial arts master, jump on the back of an elephant and fight with Min Qide for 300 rounds.

Holding the gun in his hand tightly, Xiao Ruxun galloped wildly, and there were guards in front of him to open the way for him, and he rushed to the range of the gun very smoothly, but in order to ensure accuracy, Xiao Ruxun decided to rush a little ahead, a little ahead, and a little ahead.

Xiao Ruxun could already clearly see the panicked dazed mood on Min Qide's face.

Is this guy actually in a daze on the battlefield, a fool?

Xiao Ruxun raised his gun and aimed it at Min Qide not far away, he didn't know if he could hit this shot, but at this moment, he suddenly had a strange feeling, as if someone was telling him - shoot, shoot, shoot at this time, you must be able to hit that guy!

Min Qide also seemed to have expected something, I don't know who was reminding him to divert his gaze, he shifted to realization, and saw a Ming general in a standard military uniform riding a horse and holding a gun, aiming a gun at him with a strange gesture.

At this time, Min Qide suddenly had goosebumps.

He clearly saw a cloud of white smoke coming from the muzzle and body of the gun, and then ......

The forehead hurts a little, it's cool, and then ......

In Xiao Ruxun's field of vision, Min Qide was shot in the forehead, and a bullet shattered the back half of his head, making the back half of his head shattered like a smashed watermelon, only the front half of his head was still intact, and his tall body shook twice, then fell off the war elephant and fell to the ground.

The first cry of horror came from the mouth of one of the soldiers closest to Min Qide, then the second, the third, the fourth, and soon, the surrounding circle of Min Qide's personal soldiers all noticed the terrifying sight, and they shouted out in fear together, and this time, no one could suppress their fear, the last pillar in their hearts collapsed, and the most elite army in Burma, which insisted on fighting to the end, also collapsed.

The trumpet of destruction sounded at this moment.

Xiao Ruxun successfully killed Min Qide and released a green signal flare into the sky, and Yuan Huang in the distance saw the green signal flare and immediately ordered the drummers to beat the drums of the whole army's general attack.

Drums rumbled.

The order to attack without leaving a back hand was given, the heroic and warlike southern soldiers and the bloodthirsty and belligerent wolf soldiers heard this wonderful sound, and no longer left their hands, each of them attacked in their own battle formation, and they were divided and surrounded by the Burmese troops who were defeated in fear and panic, and each was broken, and the battlefield was full of roars and screams, countless people were trampled to death, blood was splashed everywhere, stumps and broken arms flew everywhere, and the sound of artillery and gunfire filled the eardrums, like a war symphony that was cruel to the extreme.

Narui Xuan, who was shocked by the battle of the Ming army, did not wake up until the last moment, and hurriedly commanded the Siamese corps to kill the Burmese soldiers who had long lost their fighting spirit, and ate a little leftovers, while the Ming army had already crossed the dense forests and mounds, and entered the camp of the Burmese army, and ravaged the camp after the rebellious miscellaneous soldiers ravaged again, and seized all the things that could still be used, and all the Burmese people they saw, whether they were soldiers or not, were all seized and killed if they dared to resist.

The combat squad of the Ming army came in handy at this time, it can also be said to be a simplified version of the firearms array, and the complete version was used when tens of thousands of troops clashed on the battlefield, and this model similar to street fighting was reduced to zero, using a simplified version of the firearms array, which was still a multi-arms combination, and those stragglers were not the opponents of the well-trained Ming army at all, and occasionally one or two remnants of the defeated soldiers with weapons collided with the Ming army's squad, and they were also cleaned up in three or two strokes, and their heads were cut off and waiting for the reward.

The camp of the Burmese army is too big, after all, it is a large camp of 200,000 people, stretching for more than ten miles, but the real essence is in the center, and the rest of the place is either a grass shed or a few pieces of wood to block the rain, and only soldiers can live in tents, and the treatment of miscellaneous soldiers is quite poor, so they will rebel and flee directly after the chaos.

Before the Ming army defeated the main Burmese force on the battlefield, the Burmese battalion had been ravaged again, I don't know how many tens of thousands of miscellaneous soldiers fled in groups with food and weapons, and the Ming army was unable to chase, let alone chase, these people ran back to Burma The best, directly became a huge pressure on the Burmese people, and it will give a fatal blow to the Burmese government, which has greatly reduced its strength.

These people are basically prisoners of war captured by the Burmese, and the country and tribe have been wiped out by Mang Yinglong, what will they do when they return to their homeland? Or what will it do to the Burmese government, which is not strong enough to weaken? Maybe you don't need to wait for Xiao Ruxun to lead the troops to fight over, and the Burmese themselves will collapse.

The battle ended in the afternoon, and the sporadic small battles were not completely over until the sunset in the west, the burning clouds in the sky and the burning company camp on the ground formed a perfect contrast, so against the backdrop, Xiao Ruxun had a little urge to compose a poem, but he quickly realized the fact that he was a half-, and gave up the Confucian style of writing a poem after the big victory with a wry smile.

According to the practice on the battlefield, except for a few pickets, the main forces of the Ming soldiers all sat on the ground, leaning together in twos and threes, or taking a nap, or closing their eyes to recuperate, quietly recovering their strength, and the pickets and Chinese soldiers of the army shuttled back and forth among the crowd, counting the number of people one by one, counting the heads, and checking the results and losses of the battle.