There was no roar of artillery fire, only the bullets like the screams of death shuttled by, hitting the soldiers' erect chests and abdomen, limbs, and even heads, Major Jordan's heart was dripping blood, but he couldn't back down, and roared loudly to make the drum beat of the snare drum faster, so that the soldiers' steps were a little bigger, a little earlier a chance to enter the firing range, and a little earlier out of this situation of being beaten and not fighting back. 【Reading.com】

"Backward reload...... Aim for ...... Fire! Reload backwards! ......" The roar of the officers, accompanied by the silent but agile movements of the soldiers, methodically reloaded their ammunition, pressed their chambers and fired.

The corners of Pan Jinxian's mouth were still slightly curved, and he smiled like a little rascal who wanted to collect protection money, but his cold and blood-devouring cruel gaze looked like a murderous felon. The reason why their muskets had a range of more than 100 meters was that the flintlock muskets they used were rifled guns.

And the bullets they use are all conical buckshots, rather than the round bullets that are still widely used in this era, so that the tunnel-fired guns in their hands have been greatly improved in terms of hit rate and firing distance, of course, it has also led to a serious problem, the reloading time is at least two-thirds slower than ordinary flintlock guns, that is, the opponent has fired ten shots, and can fire four shots to be considered a top gunner.

If it is on the battlefield in the main field, relying on the number of troops and the number of shots, the ordinary flintlock gun is not only superior in terms of rate of fire, but more importantly, the process is much simpler than rifled guns.

Therefore, in Western countries, except for a small number of excellent sharpshooters who use this rifled gun, the standard weapons of ordinary soldiers are flintlock muskets without rifling.

And now, Pan Jinxian is using his own strengths, after the opponent's range began to attack, each group of soldiers will retreat after shooting, give up their position, and leave the comrades behind them to continue to attack, how do you see, this team did not move forward when attacking, but retreated rhythmically.

In Jordan's roar, a flag was raised and waved at the position of the camp, and then, from the dense forest at the foot of the mountain came the sound of hurried hooves, a cavalry, piercing through the mountain forest, the snow saber had been raised, and the knight's roar was accompanied by the sound of hooves like a drum, sweeping towards the opponent like a wild wave.

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Pan Jinxian, who saw the abnormality of the flank of the battlefield, did not even jump his eyelids, and continued to command the troops to maintain a very rhythmic sense of fighting and retreating. Because of this group of cavalry, he doesn't need to worry about it at all.

"It's our turn, brethren." Wu Qi reached out and touched his smooth head, put on a steel helmet, straightened the thick and sturdy cuirass, pulled out the revolver, and gave the order to attack to the two hundred cavalrymen behind him who had been waiting impatiently.

"Lancers, strike!" With a roar, two hundred tall horses let go of their hooves and began to gallop, a hundred knights wielding their swords in their hands, while another hundred knights took out their revolts.

James has long lost the calmness and calmness at the beginning of the war, at this moment, his heart has been hung to his throat, as if he will stop beating at any time, the scientific and technological workers and miscellaneous servants around him are not much better, their faces are strangely pale, the pipes that were originally leisurely have already been put away, and almost everyone has picked up their guns and prepared to fight as reserves.

And when the cavalry appeared, the surging momentum had just been exchanged for their applause, and the advance of one of the opposing cavalry forced the cavalry, which had originally intended to raid the target, to change direction and fearlessly rush towards this enemy cavalry, which was more than twice as large as the number of the enemy.

James's fingers rubbed nervously, both sides were cavalry, and it seemed that the number of cavalry of the Easterners was far greater than that of the other side, and more importantly, the enemy had only used a third of his forces so far, and what about his own side?

Looking at these companions around him who were holding guns and their hands were trembling slightly, James had an ominous premonition in his heart. Could this beautiful delta be our burial place?

Before he could finish feeling sorry for himself, when the cavalry in his sight were two hundred meters away, a puff of white smoke suddenly appeared from the Eastern cavalry formation, and then a crisp and dense gunfire came into James's ears.

Seeing that the momentum of the cavalry assault on the side suddenly plummeted, and at least a dozen knights fell, James's pupils couldn't help but shrink to the eye of a needle.

"Lancers?!" Someone around James couldn't help but shout loudly at this moment.

"How is this possible, to take the lancers to fight the cavalry?" The other also shouted loudly, but before the shouting stopped, a row of white smoke erupted again from the cavalry formation of the other party, which continued to gallop, and more than a dozen knights and horses fell on the way to the charge, and were instantly trampled to death by the heavy hooves of the robe that caught up.

James' eyes widened in disbelief. "My God......"

Once again, the sound of gunfire and white smoke shattered James's fragile soul, as well as the courage of the cavalrymen who were struggling to engage the enemy. It also shocked the soldiers of the American Army who still walked forward according to their usual surnames.

In a short distance of two hundred meters, if it is a flintlock pistol, it can only be fired once at most, even if you have a lot of flintlock pistols on your body, throw them away after firing, and then pull out a gun to aim, it still takes rich time, but the hands of those oriental lancers in front of you have always been flat, and it seems that every time the trigger is pulled, there will be a god or ghost who quickly reloads the ammunition for them and fires again.

One, two, three, four...... In the face of the never-ending rain of bullets on the other side, the hearts of the cavalrymen of the United States of America, who were originally extremely elite and high-spirited, were as cold as hanging in the snowy night of the cold wind howling for thirty-nine days.

Their eyes began to tremble with fear, and the hands in which they held their swords were no longer as steady as steel, and at this moment, some of them even hoped that it was just a nightmare. Sadly, these are bloody realities.

Finally, the cavalry of the two sides was about to touch the distance of seventy or eighty meters before, and the lancers holding the revolver had fired the bullets in the revolver with the fastest speed, and then pulled out the war knife on his waist, the snow was as bright as the autumn water reflecting the cold winter sun, and the blade trembled slightly against the wind, and was humming lightly with cicada wings.

Looking at the American cavalry who had fallen all the way for nearly half of the way, and finally had a weak strength, but still bravely crashed out of the enemy cavalry, James's eyes moistened, what a brave soldier, but he fell like this under the terrible serial shooting of those despicable oriental lancers.

"Shoot! Free Fire! Major Jordan could not bear it any longer, for he had seen that the soldiers' steps were beginning to look disheveled, and their resolute expressions were frightened, and he had to give the order to start shooting at a distance of about one hundred and fifty paces, and at this time, fighting the opponent was the best way to dispel the soldiers' fears.

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"These idiots, soldiers, keep shooting, pay attention to the pace and distance, drain their blood and lives, victory will only belong to us, to our Liang family army!" Pan Jinxian had already put the command knife back into its sheath and began to roll out the opposite side with his revolver, roaring loudly. "Let the mortars prepare!"

At this moment, they were like a group of people who had pushed open the door of the boudoir of the goddess of victory, and saw the half-hidden jade body of the goddess who had just come out of the bath, and the thug full of teasing and seductive laughter, and their hearts were full of indescribable excitement.

"It's another battle without any suspense." Zhu Ye patted the silky smooth fur of the mount, with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, from the beginning of the war to the present, everything has not been out of their control, although now, the Yankees are still dying, but their defeat is only a matter of time, and it is calculated in minutes and seconds.

At this moment of the battle, it was already time for the bayonets to see red, the sound of the cavalry fighting, the fierce guns of the infantry fighting together, the dull roar was heard again, everyone subconsciously narrowed their eyes, and soon, clusters of fire appeared in the ranks of those American troops.

This time, the shells that showed no mercy fell like raindrops, and there was hardly any interval, and Major Jordan's hissing vocal cords could no longer make any sound, and the command knife in his hand was no longer known whether it was cut short by bullets or shrapnel from shells.

His stiff body, like a weathered rock, stood in the cold wind and snow, all the fighting spirit had been stuffed back into the asshole by this crazy artillery fire, and the chest that dared to face the enemy was no longer straight, and the eyes of the [***] type mentally handicapped patient, watching the clusters of light burst out among his companions, and the torn ** and cloth flew in all directions.

"Oh God......" Major Jordan's lips trembled like fallen leaves in the autumn wind, despair, death, defeat, all the negativity creeping up his fat face.

The white flag that had just been planted in front of the camp by He Ping was blown violently by the wind mixed with the gunwind wind, and the debris and destroyed artillery on the artillery positions that had not yet been cleaned up just now, as well as the corpses of those soldiers, looked extremely desolate at this moment.

Those passionate non-combatants are now like a flock of turkeys in cages in slaughterhouses, screaming in death. Adames' trembling hands finally picked up his glasses and put them on, arranging his somewhat wrinkled clothes, he knew that at this moment, the scythe of death was near......

(To be continued)