Liu Xitian looked at the Japanese people who were getting closer and closer, and he silently calculated the distance in his heart. Twenty paces behind them was a line of spearmen and shields, who had to retreat when the enemy rushed up.

But he had his own ideas, as long as the artillery was used well, he could crush the enemy. He divided fifty guns into five groups, and when the enemy rushed to two hundred paces, the guns of the first group fired the first round of buckshot.

Each gun could shoot a large field of lead bullets forward, and ten guns covered almost the entire frontal battlefield.

The Japanese people in the charge were suddenly knocked down, and the lead bullets fired by the artillery were not comparable to the firearms.

Some lead bullets pierce through two enemies in a row and knock out a third person. Under the blow of the first round, the originally intact formation of the Japanese Ashigaru was suddenly beaten unevenly.

Some of the Japanese people subconsciously wanted to escape, and the scene was too bloody. Half of the head of the companion who was laughing just now was shattered in the blink of an eye, and many of them had their companion's blood and brains on their faces.

As soon as the men turned around, they saw the samurai at the back of the group armed with a sword, the bloody head still in the hands of one of the samurai.

Ashigaru, who turned around, hurriedly turned his body back and rushed towards Akito. Before he could take a few steps, Akito's artillery opened fire again.

Another rain of bullets hit, and the running Ashigaru was hit by several buckshots. The originally intact body was torn apart at once, and it was beaten into a pile of minced meat.

When the fifth round of artillery was fired, the first round of artillery had already been loaded with projectiles and fired again at the Japanese people.

Liu Xitian, like the other artillerymen, struggled to push the artillery back to its original position, and at this moment he missed the two guns with rails very much.

If it weren't for the fact that the body was too big and the weight was too heavy, he would have brought it too. Now every shot fired has to be pushed by the artillery to reset, which is really troublesome.

He pushed the cannon back to its original position, scooped out the soaked linen cloth from a large wooden barrel and wrapped it around the gun. A cloud of white gas suddenly rose from the scorching artillery, and the temperature of the barrel also dropped rapidly.

Doing so would seriously shorten the life of the gun, even if it was cast with a water-cooled internal mold.

But now it's a battlefield, and firing one more shot will inflict heavy damage on the enemy. The life of the artillery was shortened, and the cannon foundry was worried about the work of the cannon foundry at that time, and they could only use it as hard as they could.

"All cool down the artillery! If the whole chamber is blown up, Lao Tzu will peel off your skin! Liu Xitian cooled down his artillery, and at the same time did not forget to tell his artillery.

"The muzzle of the gun is lowered by one degree, you kid hurry up and change the wedge. Hurry up! Who trained you, how to get to the ground gun position so slowly! Liu Xitian stood behind the artillery ground and kept urging the artillery to adjust the firing angle of the artillery ground.

Two rounds of artillery were fired nearly 100 times, and the original artillery positions were already shrouded in gunsmoke. On the battlefield in front of their position, there was no longer a standing Japanese man in sight, stumps and broken arms were everywhere, and blood had stained the land red.

"Stop shooting! Stop shooting! Don't fight, there's no one in Dutemudi, and you're going to fart! Liu Xitian's loud voice made the artillerymen stop their movements on the ground, and they all stood in front of the artillery to watch their masterpieces.

Just now, I only cared about firing the artillery, and I didn't observe the effect of the shelling at all. At least 3,000 of the 5,000 Japanese were killed, and the rest lay on the ground and did not dare to move.

Not one of the samurai who supervised the battle behind them died, and those who saved were trembling and didn't dare to look up. Even if the artillery is not firing now, they stick their heads to the ground, and they are afraid that if they look up, they will be beaten to the ground.

Zhang Dou was also shocked by Liu Xitian's command, and the artillery could also hit the effect of three stages, which was really a wonderful idea.

"What a Liu Xitian! This battle is his first achievement! Listening to his words, the people around him were red-eyed, and the first credit in the past belonged to them. Now that he has been robbed by Liu Xitian, no one feels comfortable.

Ma Bao opened his mouth and said: "Handsome! It's time for us to get on! ”

Zhang Dou nodded, the artillery had already crushed the courage of the Japanese people, and the rest was the performance of the foot soldiers.

The drums sounded in front of the Changxing army's military formation, and the foot soldiers pressed towards the city with neat steps amid the sound of the command.

Liu Xitian's face collapsed in an instant, and when he watched the spear and shield soldiers who crossed over him and pulled those frightened widows from the ground and rushed to the side to tie them up, his heart was unhappy for a while.

He rolled his eyes and shouted at the artilleryman: "What are you doing in a daze? The order to attack has been given, quickly push the artillery! Let's go up too! ”

The gunners reacted at once, and the sound of the drums was the signal to advance. In the past, they were at the back of the line, and they were the last to hear the drums.

Today is different, they are in the front row. The heavy 12-pounder gun will certainly not be able to keep up with the pace of the infantry, and the 3-pounder gun will have no problem at all if more people push it to keep up with the infantry.

Liu Xitian left enough men to push the heavy cannons, and he led the remaining gunners to push the light 3-pounder cannons and closely followed the foot soldiers.

Ma Bao was amused for a while: "Okay, you Liu Xitian!" You eat meat, others can't even drink soup? You're going to wrap up the pirates today? ”

"Brother Ma! Look at what you said, I'm not supporting my foot brothers at close range! Liu Xitian said good words vigorously, and the movements in his hands did not stop, pushing the artillery to quickly keep up with the team of foot soldiers.

Shimazu Nakayoko jumped up from his chair angrily when he heard the news of the annihilation of the 5,000-foot light army, "Yaga! It's all rubbish! You can't even deal with artillery without weapons! It's all rubbish! Lined up outside the city, General Ben will personally beat the drums to the ashigaru to help the battle! ”

Shimazu Nakayoko's appearance outside the castle gave all Ashigaru great confidence, "Knock knock!! The drums sounded, and more than 20,000 ashigaru also lined up in formation to meet the Changxing army.

At the head of the line was the Iron Gunner, the musketeer of the Wa Kingdom. They stood at the front of the line and walked slowly towards the Changxing army.

Soon, when the two sides were only 100 paces apart, the Changxing army stopped advancing, and the firecrackers stood in three sections and aimed at the walking Japanese people.

The range of the iron cannons of the Japanese people was about the same as that of the Ming Dynasty, and a distance of about thirty paces was their best range.

When they saw Akito stop, they thought that Akito was afraid, and continued to walk up. These people are all bamboo armor, and even leather armor is very small, not to mention iron armor.

The Changxing army fired the fire in his hand sixty paces away, and the Japanese iron gunners, who were originally laughing at the Ming people's timidity, were instantly knocked down.

At this moment, they knew the power of the Ming people's firearms, and the range of more than twice made them become slaughtered lambs in an instant.

When Liu Xitian heard the sound of the gun, he shouted at his artillerymen: "Hurry up!" If you don't hurry up, you won't even be able to drink some soup! ”