These 500 gunshots rang out together, as if they were just one.

The air was filled with the sound of lead bullets spinning and flying through the air, so sharp that it gave goosebumps to people's bodies.

It was evident that the cavalry that was passing in front of the formation paused for a moment, followed by the mournful screams of the horses, the roar of the landed knights, and the screams of the fierce pain when they were shot.

Thousands of tiny blood particles shot into the air, and the smoke turned red again.

The eyes were full of chaotic people and war horses, so hazy that it was impossible to see clearly.

This scene did not surprise Sun Yuan, he just shook his head: the moisture and purity of the gunpowder were still not enough, and the smoke was so great that it blocked the soldier's vision. However, the Ming Dynasty was at the level of this imperial examination, but it was also a helpless thing.

After the first round of shooting, Fayon shouted again: "Second row musketeers, free fire, free fire!" ”

"Free Fire!"

"Free Fire!"

The musketeers who have finished the first round of fire retreat at the same time, and the gunners in the back row step forward at the same time, look for their target, and start firing freely.

Now, the gunfire continued to rage, as if there was no end to it.

More enemies fell from their horses, and some of them were not dead for a while, wielding their weapons in pain, and rushing forward through gritted teeth.

However, they were greeted by a cold shout: "Spearman, stab forward!" ”

A row of Jiannu was instantly pierced through, although a fierce Jianzhou soldier was stabbed in the air by two spears, but because his body was extremely strong, he did not die for a while, roared, threw the small axe in his hand with all his strength, and directly embedded it into the heart of a Ningxiang soldier. （）

"Put away the gun!" The two spears retracted at the same time, bringing out two fountains-like blood, and also taking away the last trace of strength of the soldier who built the slave.

The spearmen of the Ningxiang Army, who had an axe embedded in his heart, fell, without screaming or shouting. A comrade-in-arms in the back did not reach out to help, but only took a step forward with a blank face and a spear, filled the gap, and then shouted: "Health soldier, health soldier."

！ ”

Garcia and two medics rushed forward, reached out and grabbed the wounded man's shoulders and dragged him back, dragging him back into the line.

After fighting for a long time, the Ningxiang Army finally suffered casualties.

At this time, a shout came from the left side of the phalanx: "Jiannu, musketeer, prepare!" ”

"Fire!"

"Fire!"

"Fire!"

It turned out that at this moment, the enemy's cavalry had already turned to the left side of the Ningxiang army.

This is the first round of salvos.

……

"Free Fire!"

"Free Fire!"

"Free Fire!"

……

The muskets of this era did not have any accuracy at all, and if you wanted to hit every shot, you could only put the muzzle of the gun directly against the hearts of the earthlings.

In this matter, the Jiannu cavalry was only a spear away from the Ningxiang army, and under the dense barrage, there was no possibility for anyone to escape.

In the blink of an eye, two hundred enemy horsemen were shot off from their saddles like flies by musketeers.

The ownerless wounded horses were still running frantically forward, and without the rider's control, the big beasts ran forward and ran until they were out of sight.

The smoke cleared, and the ground was full of dying Jiannu.

Sun Yuan was still shaking his head: "The generation difference between tactics and weapons is really surprising to make such an amazing exchange ratio on the battlefield!" The same battles were fought at the Bali Bridge in the Opium War and in the Gulf War at the end of the 20th century. Now, it also appeared at the end of the Ming Dynasty. ”

At this moment, suddenly, there was a movement in the pile of corpses, and a Jiannu, covered in blood, stood up and staggered forward

。

I don't know if he was brave or dizzy, and the direction he chose was to charge directly.

The man was shot six times, black bullet holes were clearly visible in the chest and lower abdomen, and with each step, the blood on his body was dripping down like rain and falling onto the dry ground.

He carried a waist knife in his hand, and waved it weakly with a strange scream.

Thousands of spears pointed to the front, and the muzzles of thousands of black holes were still emitting green smoke.

But no one did anything.

That Jiannu was still in a big fight, and he kept slashing the endless guns in front of him with his knife. Unfortunately, what is the use of this, he is now too weak to even cut a knife mark on the ash rod.

"Ahhhh The man screamed as if he were crying.

Sun Yuan couldn't look at it: "Who is going to send him to a degree?" ”

"Let me come!" Dressed like a robot, the donkey strode out.

At this moment, suddenly, a veteran in his early forties suddenly jumped out, he bent his left arm, put his handcuff on it, and "bang" a small cloud of white smoke dispersed.

The donkey yelled depressedly: "Damn, damn it, Guan Xuan, how dare you fucking ruin my good deeds?" ”

He was very depressed, he had been fighting for so long, and his newly made axe and gun had not seen blood.

……

"This old man Guan, although he is powerless, but he is bold, and he is a good soldier." Seeing the angry donkey, Sun Yuan couldn't help but smile. Since the last battle of Huoludun, this old man Guan has been regarded as in Sun Yuan's eyes, and he has been placed in the musketeers as a low-level officer, ready to exercise and watch again.

At the same time, Chen Tieshan, a military judge who paid attention to him, said that although this old man was not very useful, he was brave and strategic, proficient in Manchu, and more importantly, ruthless, and he was a good hand at extorting confessions by torture, and asked Sun Yuan to hand over this person to him.

Sun Yuan said that no matter what role the old man plays in the army in the future, he must be trained at the grassroots level, which is the rule of my Ningxiang Army

。

The rules are bigger than the sky, and no one is allowed to break them.

However, Chen Tieshan's words reminded him. This old man Guan is not expected to become a qualified officer in the future because of his health, but it would be good if he was used as an intelligence officer.

If the Ningxiang Army grows stronger in the future, it will definitely have its own intelligence system, and it will also need to recruit qualified personnel.

Chen Tieshan has a great interest in intelligence work. But Sun Yuan didn't want to hand over this critical department to Chen Tieshan, the **** judge now has a very large power, and letting him master the intelligence system is not conducive to the balance and mutual restraint of various departments of the Ningxiang Army.

"Although Old Man Guan is thin and small, he is still quite handsome!" Sun Yuanci commented.

Having so easily dealt with the enemy's cavalry blocking in front, the commander of the Ningxiang army waved his hand: "The army continues to advance. ”

"Why is there nothing wrong with our cavalry?" Tang Wenxing was okay, but his riders were all angry, jumped off their horses again, pulled the reins, and followed him depressedly.

Sun Yuan: "It's not time yet, it's not time yet." As he said this, he looked up and looked behind him.

At this time, he finally distinguished the commander of Jiannu from the enemy generals, who was the giant-like guy.

Regardless of whether the man could see it or not, Sun Yuan bared his eight teeth and smiled sarcastically at him.

The small drum on Xiao Mao's waist began to flutter again, and the donkey stared at Guan Xuan angrily, but the old man Guan ignored it and silently retreated into the formation.

"The gun ---- on ---- shoulder!"

"Let's ---- step ---- go!"

The swollen hedgehog shrank into a ball again and began to move forward slowly and inexorably.

The soldier who had the axe in his heart was in his last place, lying flat on a trigger, blood pouring out of his mouth and nose.

Garcia followed closely, reaching out and pressing tightly against the wound on his chest, one hand dyed red.

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