Seeing that the Qing cavalry who were trying to harass them moved to the left flank of the Ming army, Yu Guowang focused all his attention on the Qing infantry that was accelerating forward.

Since the first round of shooting, the Ming army's central army and the small array on the left flank have been continuously shooting at the Qing army, but except for the first round, you can see the position of the Qing army on the opposite side, and after the smoke of gunpowder disperses, they can no longer effectively aim, so they have to shoot according to their previous impressions.

Since Yu Guowang started fighting in the first year of Yongli, he has always been mainly a bird and a handful in the idea of building the army. Most of his bird-gunners were four or five years old, and some of them had been trained for a year or two, and even if they couldn't see, they still shot according to the officer's orders.

Pouring medicine, charging, pressing fire, loading, loading door medicine, covering the fire door cover, each row will quickly retreat to the end after firing, and will be operated according to the habits developed by the long-term training over the years, and even do not need to go through the brain at all, as long as it is operated according to the muscle habits.

After all the preparations were made, the first platoon also finished firing and began to retreat, while they stepped into the second platoon and entered the state of readiness. It is only when the previous row of shots has finished firing past them and retreats that they stride forward, take the position where they had fired earlier, reopen the firing cover, and pull the bolt to fire after aiming. After the shooting, retreat to the last row again, reload, and so on.

On the other side of the battlefield, as a veteran who has followed Ma Jinbao since Anqing, Tan Jingren has also quickly accumulated some land and net worth by participating in the massacre, looting and forcing others to borrow debts with high interest under Ma Jinbao since the Qing Dynasty.

According to past experience, this attack on Zhoushan will inevitably be another massacre, and when the people in Zhoushan City are dead, those who have grabbed the ownerless wealth in their hands, in addition to taking out most of the filial piety officers, the rest can be kept by themselves, which can be regarded as a windfall. It's just that he hasn't seen this windfall yet, but he was forced to stay in Taizhou and fight against these Ming army thieves who don't know which mountain came down.

I don't know which tendon in the wrong position is the marshal in this town, who has always been unprofitable, but a military order is a military order, Tan Jingren doesn't want to be beheaded for disobeying a military order, in that case, wouldn't the belongings accumulated over the years be cheaper for others.

Holding a sword and shield, Tan Jingren walked in the second row of the middle front, and together with the sword and shield soldiers in the first row, he formed the front row of the battle formation. Because he learned that the Ming army on the opposite side had weapons such as birds, Tan Jingren and the other sword and shield soldiers in the front row of the Qing army also took out the usual wooden shields wrapped in iron or raw cowhide, and some even took out iron shields directly, hoping to use this to vent some of the strength of lead bullets.

However, although the Illustrated Army's Bird Gun is not a heavy arquebus that requires a bracket to shoot, its power in range is still considerable, and it is difficult for the Qing army to resist such damage with only a shield.

Lead bullets erupted from the bird's mouth along with gunsmoke and orange-red firelight, and with the impetus of the gas produced by the burning of gunpowder, it quickly crossed the distance between the two armies of the Ming and Qing dynasties, and struck the shields and helmets of the Qing army with a muffled sound. A large part of it passed through these armors, mixed with fragments of shields and helmets, punching bullet holes in the bodies of the Qing army.

These Qing soldiers who were shot either died when they were hit by the vital point, or they fell to the ground in pain and covered their wounds and wailed, while the Qing troops around them were more likely to step up their pace under the reprimand of the officers, and no one would lend a helping hand to them.

Tan Jingren inserted the waist knife back into the scabbard, holding the shield in both hands to block his chest, leaving only the part above the eyes to rub the edge of the shield to make it easier to see the overall situation.

If it was according to his early thoughts, at this moment, he should have squatted down and moved forward or simply rushed over, but squatting meant that the speed of advance slowed down, and rushing over could not maintain the formation, and now he could only advance against the shots of the Ming army's bird gunners.

Walking on the way forward, Tan Jingren followed step by step behind the sword and shield soldier in front of him who acted like him.

His position was the center of the middle of the Qing army, so the Ming army's birdmen did not pay too much attention here, but opened fire on the Qing army that they had previously remembered, and subconsciously threatened them, through the smoke of gunpowder.

Behind the smoke of gunpowder, the weapon in the hand of the Ming Army's bird hand seemed to be able to be fired continuously, and only a very small interval was needed in the middle to be able to fire once. Tan Jingren didn't understand how the Ming army did it, at least none of the bird-cuffers he had ever seen could do so.

"Go ahead and shoot those fools on the side, don't shoot at me."

Even though the Qing soldiers around him were almost never shot, the painful wails of the Qing soldiers who were shot were always heard on the left and right sides in the distance, which made Tan Jingren and the Qing soldiers around him couldn't help but speed up their pace.

Every few dozen breaths was the sound of bird guns, accompanied by the wails of more Qing soldiers falling to the ground. As if a century had passed, suddenly there was a burst of "boom" of cannons.

Judging from the sound, Tan Jingren felt that it should be those tiger squatting cannons in front of the battle, but at the moment when his thoughts just appeared, the direction of his Qing army facing those tiger squatting cannons was instantly shrouded in gunsmoke. Since the distance between them was not very far, Tan Jingren even saw the flames shining from the muzzles of those tiger squatting guns.

As if a conditioned reflex, Tan Jingren immediately blocked his head and chest with a shield, and at the same time squatted on the ground without hesitation, like a turtle, his head and limbs shrunk behind the carapace as much as possible.

And at the same time as Tan Jingren reacted, as the iron sand and stones swept across the Qing army's front, wails began to sound in front of and beside him.

"Can't hit me, can't hit me, can't reach my ......"

Squatting on the ground, holding a shield, Tan Jingren kept brainwashing himself like a demonic barrier, trying to do so to be saved in this Shura's hellish battlefield. But at this moment, a small force slapped him on the ass, and it startled him just at once.

"Fool Tan, get up quickly, if you don't get up again, the officers are going to kill people."

There was no cannon sound echoing in my head, and there was no bird's gun that would ring every few dozen breaths before, just the shouting of the officer and the reminder of the spearman Wang Qinian behind him.

Wang Qinian's kick directly kicked him up, and he glanced at the bleeding waist knife in the hand of the supervising officer not far away, Tan Jingren swallowed his saliva, and continued to move forward in the first row according to the officer's order.

The artillery bombardment of the Ming army made the soldiers in the front row of the Qing army almost empty, and even some of the Qing soldiers in Tan Jingren's platoon were not spared, but the injuries were different, and very few were actually killed on the spot.

"Brother Wang, thank you."

I didn't dare to look back, but the words of thanks still came out. The local dilapidated settlement in Jinhua Mansion, who relied on the general talent of dedicating his sister to the camp to serve as a soldier and eat food, Tan Jingren has always looked down on him on weekdays, but he didn't expect that he would say a reminder at this moment, which really made him grateful.

In response to Tan Jingren's thanks, Wang Qinian's unhappiness was slightly relieved. He is different from Tan Jingren and other Anqing soldiers, he is a local person in Jinhua Mansion, if he was not bullied too much by these green battalion soldiers brought by Ma Jinbao, plus he dragged his family and didn't dare to flee to the mountains like others, how could he give his little sister to that green battalion officer as a concubine.

Thanks to Tan Jingren here, the resentment that he had suffered from the white eyes and depression in his chest was instantly released, which made him feel that he had just made a choice just now just for the sake of someone in front of him to continue to face the Ming army in the first row.

The two of them followed the officer's orders and continued to advance with the other Qing troops, but strangely, the tiger squat cannon behind the gunpowder smoke no longer fired, and even the bird guns that rattled every few dozen breaths were silent.

It was not far from the current Ming army, and the officer behind him gave an order, Tan Jingren immediately put the shield behind his back again, picked up the axe pinned to his waist, and threw it behind the gunsmoke in front of him.

The axe flew out of his hand and disappeared into the dissipating smoke. The expected screams were only sporadical, and more often were the muffled sound of the Qing soldiers throwing weapons against the shields thrown forward with him. didn't have time to think about how this could be, Tan Jingren immediately picked up the second axe and was about to throw.

But at this moment, a gust of wind blew, and the smoke that could already be vaguely seen was completely blown away. It's just that after this moment, Tan Jingren immediately forgot about the throwing, and couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat behind his back.

The Ming army in front of him, the bird gunners and the tiger squat cannons had already retreated into the formation, and what appeared in front of him and the other Qing troops was a row of Ming troops with shields in a fighting posture, while behind them were rows of dense spears stretched forward. If only that's it, but the barrels of those spears are ridiculously long, even longer than the ones they usually use to repel horses, not to mention the seven or eight feet long spears that they use in the Qing army's infantry on weekdays.

The spears of the Ming army were densely stretched out in the direction of the Qing army, Tan Jingren glanced sideways at the length of the weapons held by the spearmen of the Qing army near the left, and felt that even if he held the end of the gun, it was impossible to reach the sword and shield soldiers in the first row of the Ming army without being attacked by the spearmen of the Ming army.

Previously, he had paid attention to the length of the Ming army's spear in the distance, and he couldn't see it very clearly from a distance, but he only thought that it should be longer than the Qing army's, but who would have thought that the difference was so big.

The Ming army in front of him completely turned into hedgehogs, and what was even more speechless was that those thorns were longer than the long soldiers on the Qing army's side. This kind of change made Tan Jingren a little overwhelmed, and he was not the only one, other Qing troops, including Wang Qinian, and even some officers were instantly petrified on the spot.

The drums of war behind him have sounded again, the order to attack has come, and if you don't want to die by military law, you have to attack. Swallowing his saliva again, Tan Jingren let out a snort, and struck a few times on the shield that was already held in his left hand with the waist knife he had just pulled out, and then rushed forward.