When the Chu musketeers attacked, they did not advance directly ahead, but slightly deviated to the right, and after stopping at a position of forty paces, they formed an angle of less than fifteen degrees between them and the artillery position of the Tianyou soldiers.

With the officer's order, the soldiers stood still and turned to face the Qing army, so that the muskets could be aimed at the enemy without any obstacles from the gap between their companions, and the soldiers in the front row of each team crouched down together and shot in a kneeling position, giving way to their comrades in the back row and trying to reduce their own targets.

"Hit the Tartar cannons first! Throw down all those who are in armor! ”

Qian Zong, who commanded the flintlock musketeers, shouted loudly, telling them to ignore the musketeers of the Heavenly Blessing Soldiers, and attack the tiger squat cannon with the greatest threat first, especially the officers and gunners in armor were the priority targets, and the flintlock musketeers turned their guns slightly, and each chose the Qing artillery as their target.

"Fire!"

The sound of the gun was like bursting beans in an instant, the sound of the bird gun was relatively muffled, crackling into a piece, like a small firecracker set off during the New Year, the sound of lifting the gun was much louder, like a marijuana thunder mixed with a small whip, which shook people's hearts for a while, but the sound of the flintlock pistol was extremely crisp, and the lead just shot out of the muzzle, and a buzzing sound that tore through the air sounded in the ears.

When the musketeers defended, in order to maintain their own safety, they had to ensure the continuity of the fire output, so they often used three-stage shooting, but there was no danger of imminent combat when attacking, and three-stage shooting was not the only option.

The musketeers of the Chu army were drawn from various battalions and temporarily formed a large force of 1,800 men. The continued use of three-stage shooting is just an addition to the snake, but it will increase the complexity of coordination and cause inefficiency and confusion in command. Therefore, they used the simplest salvo tactics, but according to the difference in reload speed, flintlock pistols, bird guns, and carrying guns were formed separately and commanded separately.

As soon as Wang Kebin pulled the trigger, he saw a burst of fire on the opposite side, and the Tianyou soldiers fired at almost the same moment, and the smoke was filled for a while in front of the two armies. The casualties of the enemy could not be seen clearly, but the projectiles they fired whizzed overhead, and several bird-fired soldiers in the front row let out a short scream. He was shot and fell to the ground.

The Tianyou soldiers fired earlier, and under the double blow of the tiger squat cannon and the bird gun, the musketeers of the Chu army had already lost one hundred and sixty or seventy people, and the bird guns in the back row continued to step forward to fill the position. The formation is much sparse. The flintlock pissingers were positioned relatively far back and suffered few casualties, and after the birdmen in front fell, they did not fill their positions in order and still maintained their formation.

"Reload!"

The casualties were too great, and Wang Kebin felt that his throat was a little dry, and he couldn't wait to bite open the paper bag with his teeth and pour gunpowder into the chamber of the gun. Then load the projectile compact...... When he flattened the flintlock pistol again, his companions who wielded the orniths were still carefully adjusting the length of the arquebus. Halfway through the reloading step, opposite them, the Heavenly Blessing Soldiers were moving more slowly after three consecutive volleys, most of them had just bitten the lead in their mouths.

"Aim!

At this time, the smoke gradually drifted away, you can see the situation of the Qing army on the opposite side, five hundred flintlock guns fired a salvo at the same time, there will inevitably be a pause in the middle of the two shots, but the power of the salvo has increased exponentially, the Qing artillery position is in a mess, the ground is full of corpses, and the remaining officers are desperately trying to maintain order, constantly waving swords in their hands, forcing those soldiers who are lying on the ground to stand up and fight again.

"Fire!"

Five hundred flintlock muskets fired another volley, and the rising gunpowder smoke immediately blocked the view, Wang Kebin no longer tried to check the results of the battle, and lowered his head to reload.

On the other side of the smoke of gunfire, the Qing artillery had just risen from the ground, and was faced by the second round of flintlock fire, the remaining officers and gunners were knocked down one after another, and the remaining 100 loaders and auxiliaries lost control and either lay on the ground or turned and fled backwards.

"The cannon was suppressed by the southern thieves' firearms, it can't go on like this, we have to send infantry to defeat them!" Hutab rode a horse and stood on the dirt mountain, the entire battlefield was unobstructed, the Chu army had many guns, and just two rounds of salvo fire had caused huge casualties to the Qing army, and the six tiger squat guns had lost their combat effectiveness.

"Lord Qiqi Zhangjing, it's really impossible to rush now!" Although the battle situation was urgent, Jiang Dingyuan's demeanor and tone were still respectful: "The southern thief has more than 1,600 firearms, and he will be sent to death in vain if he rushes up, so he has to grit his teeth and fight against these three axes!" ”

The Chu army's musketeers stopped forty paces away, and if the Qing infantry launched a charge, they had to pass through the various roadblocks set up by Guò, and before they could rush to the enemy, they would be crushed by the continuous muskets.

"Then go around to the side and attack, you can't be beaten like this anyway!" Hutab was also anxious and came up with a bad idea.

"If you go back to your lordship, I'm afraid this method will not work, there are infantry of southern thieves on the side, and it is more troublesome to be entangled by them, and now you can only resist hard in the front." Jiang Dingyuan pointed to the battlefield filled with gunpowder and said: "Although the southern thieves' firecrackers have the advantage in numbers, the casualties are not a small number, it is impossible to be so fierce all the time, wait for their momentum to be slightly weakened and then send infantry to counterattack from the front, so that they can turn defeat into victory!" ”

It's a duel between musketeers and musketeers, and the rest of the class won't be able to help until they've decided the winner.

Seeing the well-groomed Gongyi battalion not far away, Hutabu had to admit that Jiang Dingyuan's opinion was more correct, gritted his teeth and ordered: "Then you can't let the infantry watch, divide five hundred people to go up to replenish the firecrackers, let them pick up the bird's guns and shoot at the southern thieves!" ”

This is almost still a bad idea, but the bad taste is not so big, Jiang Dingyuan weighed it, did not dare to contradict Hutabu again, bowed down to receive the order, and called the infantry generals to arrange it.

Five hundred infantry of the Heavenly Blessing Soldiers put down their spears, knives and axes, and stepped forward in a row to join the ranks of the musketeers, they picked up their companions' bird guns from the pool of blood, raised their guns and shot at the opposite side, seeing the momentum of the Qing army's musketeers revived, the corners of Hutab's mouth showed a cruel smile: "Fight!" Give Lao Tzu a hard beating, and see how long the southern thief can hold on! ”

……

"Reload!" Mr. Qian ordered loudly, and his hoarse voice sounded very different from usual.

The lead whizzed overhead, and his companions kept falling, and Wang Kebin's body kept pouring sweat, dripping down his arm, wetting the gunpowder bag that had just been torn, so he had to throw it on the ground, wiped two handfuls of sweat indiscriminately, and took out another packet of gunpowder to bite it open and put it into the chamber of the gun.

"Aim!"

The smoke on the battlefield became thicker and thicker, Wang Kebin took off his hat to shade the sun, stared at the opposite side with wide eyes, but the figure of the Qing army flickered and could not be seen clearly, suddenly the fire flashed, and the frequency of three-stage shooting was higher, and they once again rushed to the front and opened fire.

After a few rounds of firing, the firepower of the Tianyou soldiers was slowly weakening, but this salvo was extremely violent, many Chu musketeers were shot and fell to the ground, which immediately caused a burst of chaos, the Portuguese soldiers on the left seemed to be shouting something, several officers went over to maintain order, but the sound became louder and louder, Wang Kebin and Wu veteran and others couldn't help but turn their heads to look over there.

"Fire!"

Wang Kebin hurriedly gathered his mind, aimed at the figure of the Qing army in the smoke of gunpowder, and pulled the trigger with all his strength, at this time, the Portuguese soldiers were even more chaotic, there were not a few muskets fired, but there were many people arguing loudly, one of them spoke Chinese not very standard, it sounded weird, but the voice was the loudest.

"This is bloodshed in vain! The Heavenly Blessing Soldiers must be wearing two layers of cotton armor designed to restrain muskets, we can't kill them, but they can kill our people, and we will all die in this way......"

The Portuguese soldiers were all mercenaries who fought for money, and they began to fight passively in such a tragic firefight, almost all of them took a kneeling position to shoot, and they did not want to get up to load after shooting, but kept squatting on the ground, so that naturally Yan zhòng affected the loading speed, and also slowed down the firing rate of the flintlock pistol of the Chu army.

The Chu army supervised the battle team to maintain order, and the situation improved slightly, but the firepower of the Qing army suddenly became stronger, and the salvo just now knocked down a dozen or so Portuguese soldiers, and they immediately made a fuss, and refused to continue the battle under the leadership of the officer, demanding to withdraw from the battle immediately.

"We're too far away to kill those Tartars, we must let the infantry charge!" The Portuguese officer was still yelling, and Wang Kebin heard it in his ears and chuckled in his heart.

Due to the smoke on the battlefield, the musketeers could not see the enemy on the opposite side clearly, and they didn't know what the result was after each salvo, when the Qing army shot just now, the rows of firelight kept flickering, and the situation at the beginning of the war did not seem to have changed.

The comrades were constantly dying, the corpses were piled up, the ground was covered with blood, the wounded soldiers let out dying moans, and there was a smell of blood in the air, even the strong smell of gunpowder could not hide it, and the tragic situation in front of them was so real and terrifying, no wonder those Portuguese soldiers were suspicious.

Can you win?

Isn't it really in vain?

In the face of heavy casualties and a victory that seemed unattainable, not only did the Portuguese soldiers stop fighting, but more Chu musketeers no longer reloaded, but crouched down to try to dodge the enemy's lead bullets.

The Portuguese officer saw that there was support, and his arrogance became even more arrogant, and he turned around and left with more than a dozen cronies, no matter how the Chu army supervised the battle team waved their swords and threatened, they ignored it and forcibly rushed back, and the other Portuguese soldiers saw it, and jumped up from the ground to keep up, and it was about to turn into a rout.

"Cangchang! Poof-"

The knife flashed, the head fell, the body of the Portuguese officer fell to the ground like a piece of wood, Wang Yi's figure appeared from behind him, and the steel knife in his hand was still dripping with blood, like a fierce god and vicious.

"Supervise the team, maintain military discipline, and those who are afraid of war and procrastinate, don't be killed!" (To be continued......)