Chapter 147: Bullets and Bullets

Hong Tao beat the drum and strode on foot, and the act of marching only lasted until it was a kilometer away from the castle. The pen is www.biquge.info to pretend to be moderate, but it is not enjoyable to pretend to be less, and it is easy to hurt the body if it is overdone. The front of the castle was already lined with infantry and cavalry, and if you beat the drum and go forward, the end would be miserable. No matter how powerful the shotgun is, it is not a machine gun, and the necessary preparations still have to be done, such as converting to a horizontal straggler formation, and the artillery positions must be found and installed and debugged.

"Toot toot toot...... "......The horizontal formation of more than 200 people has not yet fully opened, and the piercing copper whistle has sounded again, and the enemy's cavalry is moving forward, as if they are about to charge while they are not firmly established."

"Don't talk about chivalry at all, go get me a sniper rifle too, and since they don't pay attention to it, don't blame me for playing tricks. Let the mortar prepare, the distance starts from five hundred meters, intercept the shot! "Hong Tao has the experience of watching cavalry charging on a battleship, but it is the first time that Hong Tao has experienced standing on flat ground as the target of the charge. When he saw the crowd of people on the opposite side, Hong Tao's adrenaline secretion was a little too much, and his muscles began to shake constantly, in order to cover up this timidity, Hong Tao picked up a rifle and let the cold and heavy metal feel suppress the excessive beating of the little heart.

Hundreds of war horses walked in small steps and changed the formation from a phalanx to a column, not an ordinary column, but obliquely, in order to avoid the interference of the front row of war horses from falling and the rear cavalry.

In the first row were knights, who held their spears on the butts of their pedals and controlled their horses to maintain their formation. At this time, it feels like there is a forest of guns on the opposite side, and the three-meter-long knight's spear and the armor-piercing spear head more than half a meter long are very terrifying. They were followed by ordinary cavalrymen with shields in one hand and swords in the other, and as they marched, they struck the round shield with their one-handed swords, making a burst of metal crashing sounds, which was very imposing.

These knights were no longer traditional French heavy cavalry, but more like the cuirassiers of Friedrich II. They all wore fully enclosed helmets and one-piece chain mail with their respective family coat of arms over them, and no chain mail or plate armor. The armor of the cavalry in the back seems to be simpler, and many of them do not have helmets, and most of them wear leather armor. As for why they were different from the crusaders who marched west on the Iberian Peninsula, Hong Tao found the answer in the telescope.

Just in front of the castle, there were two or three phalanxes of infantry, and instead of spears, bows and shields, muskets were in their hands! It seems that the Flemish Hanseatic already had formed musketeers, which explains why their knights and cavalry no longer wore heavy armor. They must have already experimented, and whether they wore heavy armor or not, they could not block the blow of lead bullets, so when facing themselves, who were also musketeers, they simply gave up heavy armor. This will also make the load on the horse less and increase the charge speed a little.

"Teng...... Rise...... Rise...... Rise...... ......The sound of horses' hooves and the pounding of shields drowned out the sounds of five very short, muffled mortar fires. The cavalry was still walking with small steps, and they would not let the horses jog until they were within 300 meters of the target, and they would not increase their speed until they were close to a distance of 100 meters. At this time, I couldn't stop if I wanted to, even if there was a row of spears in front of me, I had to grit my teeth and bump into it.

"Hmm...... Hmm......" At this time, there was a sudden scream in the sky, although the sound was not loud, but the penetrating power was particularly strong, and everyone could hear it clearly in such a noisy battlefield.

"What kind of sound is this...... not only are the soldiers on the battlefield looking up at the sky, but the people in the castle are also hearing this sound, and they are all looking for the source of the sound.

"Boom...... Boom Boom Boom ......Boom "Soon, five loud bangs and five clouds of smoke rising in front of the cavalry team gave the answer, the shells came!

"This ...... These shells were made from ...... "The Duke of Brittany, who has always been optimistic about defeating the enemy in land battles, is also a little panicked at this time, where did these shells come from? No one heard the sound of the other party's cannons! But before the question was finished, the scream began again, but anyone with a little brain would associate the scream with the cannonball.

Sure enough, after the scream, there was an explosion, still five regiments, and two of the explosions occurred very close to the cavalry formation. Several knights had fallen from their horses, and some of the nearby horses had begun to get restless, and two chaotic places appeared in the entire charging procession. What surprised the nobles even more was still to come, the screams rang out almost in waves, and the explosions followed the ranks of knights, as if those cannonballs had eyes.

"Blow the trumpet! Trumpet! Let them charge, charge immediately! "The Duke of Brittany was a good man on land, and after a few rounds of shelling, he gave up his intention to look for enemy artillery positions, and instead lay on the windowsill and shouted at the signalmen on the lower floor, and he didn't want any image. If you jog to more than 100 meters and launch a charge, the entire cavalry battle line will be blown apart, and the impact of the cavalry that has lost its formation will be greatly reduced.

Trumpets sounded on the walls, and the cavalry could finally stop looking at the sky and trying to dodge the cannonballs that fell from the sky. They buckled their visors downwards and urged their horses to start walking from brisk to jogging, and when they reached the extreme speed, they could clamp the knight's spear under their armpits, slowly lay it down, and finally poke the tip of the spear into the enemy's chest.

Once the cavalry runs, it is still arranged in a horizontal line, and the firing effect of the mortars is significantly lower. The closer the distance and the faster the horse runs, the lower the hit rate of the shells. When it came to within 300 meters, the mortars simply stopped firing, and more than a dozen gunners all picked up shotguns and ran to the ranks to strengthen the density of fire.

At this time, the snipers in the squad took over the tasks of the gunners, and they began to shoot. A total of more than 20 snipers shot at targets running in a straight line more than 200 meters away, and the hit rate was frighteningly high, and the firing frequency was also very fast. They fought the knights in the front row who wore helmets, armor, and spears. No matter how much the ten-millimeter pointed steel bullet hits any part of the knight or the horse, the huge impact force is enough to lift a person off the horse's back, or make the horse lose the ability to continue running.

These valiant knights were not intimidated by the constant fall of their companions, and continued to gallop on horseback. They believed that as long as they held on for more than ten seconds, their knights' spears would be able to penetrate the thin line of enemies. But it was these last hundred meters or so that became the graves of these knights and the light cavalry that followed them.

The first shotgunners to fire used single-headed bullets, which were more brutal than steel pointed bullets, and even more than half a ton of bison could not carry a single shot, let alone a man.

It doesn't matter if you wear armor or not, how thick the armor is, as long as you are hit by such a bullet, it is not a bullet hole, but a large hole. The relatively soft alloy lead will be squeezed into a metal cake by the huge resistance, and then pass through the iron armor, shattering the skin, muscles, and bones with shards, and the nerves, blood vessels, and internal organs along the way are all churned into pieces. Some of the cavalrymen had fallen from their horses, but the blood was still pumped out by the heart, spurting a meter or two high from the holes in their bodies, splashing everywhere.

The knights and light cavalry who were able to avoid the more than 200 one-headed bullets were already covered in the blood of their comrades. They roared, leveled their rifles, raised their one-handed swords and maces, and prepared for the final charge. Before the enemy reloads, they are very sure that they can rush in front of the enemy, and then use the weapons in their hands to teach these hateful creatures a hard lesson and avenge their comrades.

However, the enemy, whose faces could already be clearly seen, did not put down their guns to reload, and in less than two seconds, their muskets opened fire again. At this time, the sharp-eyed knights had already seen that the guns in the hands of these enemies actually had two barrels!

It's so shameless! It's so hateful! What a pity!

There is still a distance of less than sixty meters, but because of this extra barrel, it will never be reached!

And this time it was no longer 200 single-headed bullets that flew over, but smaller and more numerous lead bullets. They were like a rain and fog, and their hoods were in front of the remaining cavalry. By the time the metal raindrops swept across the battlefield, there were not many cavalry left, and there were less than a hundred left, some of whom had been wounded. But they gritted their teeth, clung to their horse's mane, raised their weapons, and slashed at the enemy who came in front of them.

"Bang bang...... But just when all the soldiers, commanders, and nobles of Flanders and Hanseas thought that the cavalry could break through the opponent's defense, and the shield soldiers and spearmen who were charging a few hundred meters behind had already begun to run and charge, the enemy soldiers suddenly made another move that made everyone wonder....... They threw down the spears in their hands, drew two ruler-long things from their waists, and pointed at the cavalry who were running in front of them, and instantly burst into a dense and crisp sound.

With this crisp sound, the remaining cavalry fell like dumplings, and most of the galloping horses lost their front hooves and rolled into a heap in front of the enemy line. Only two horses made it to the end, passing through the enemy lines, but there were no riders left on their backs, and they did not hurt any of them. The enemy dodged out of the way and let them pass through.

The whole battlefield was stunned by this scene, and the shield men and spearmen who were running and charging also stopped, dazed and at a loss. I wonder if it's time to keep charging and get knocked out like a cavalryman with those terrible muskets? It's better to withdraw quickly. You look at me, I look at the back, and in the end I chose to run back, and the speed was faster than when I came.

The combat effectiveness displayed by the enemy was so terrible that the two hundred musketeers had wiped out more than a thousand cavalry without taking a single step, and if this matter was not shown alive in front of everyone's eyes, whoever dared to say such would have to become a joke.

(To be continued.) )