(Today's second chapter, today is still a four-chapter update.)

Brothers, I will never write procrastination again, this battle between Wu Yijun and the white robe, see how I write concisely and wonderfully! Let's wait and see!

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These cavalrymen were all equestrian elites, and naturally understood that the distance of three hundred paces began to accelerate, and then the horsepower speed was at its peak.

Wu Yijun was taken by the opponent's formation at first, and the plane was a little flustered, but under the restraint of the officer, he became quiet and calm, looked back at the hunting banner on the hill, and knew that the president was behind him, and his heart was steady.

The white-robed army began to charge, and Shi Dazhu, who was standing in the first row of the central phalanx, took a look at it, and roughly estimated the number of the opponent's first wave of attacks. Five hundred rides! Shi Dazhu was immediately happy in his heart, our 2,000-strong Wu Yi Army, you sent 500 people, you look down on people too much, right?

Lian Zining also saw it from afar, and sneered lightly, saying in his heart that it would be good if these white-robed troops had been fighting like this, and with the first tactics of adding oil, he could easily wipe them out.

He didn't even need Lian Zining to command, Shi Dazhu already knew what to do, after all, many drills were staged infantry and cavalry confrontations, and now, it seemed that it was no different from a drill, as long as he moved forward according to what he was already familiar with!

"Drum up, ten steps forward!" Holding the copper hoop giant stick with the thickness of the bowl, Shi Dazhu coldly gave an order.

The fierce drum beat sounded, accompanied by the drum beat of one-two-one, and the soldiers of the central phalanx took a big stride, and marched forward ten steps in a neat and orderly manner. This is ten steps forward, and it doesn't have any special significance, just to make the queue a little tighter. I have to say that this method is indeed very effective, walking ten steps forward, hearing the rumbling drums, neat footsteps, being in this big collective, the fear in my heart naturally disappears invisibly.

"After the order, the white-robed army approached sixty paces away, and the central array firecrackers fired, and after fifty steps, the two sides lined up with firecrackers to shoot." Lian Zining coldly handed down the order.

Seeing the order flag erected on the hill, Shi Dazhu nodded and said loudly: "Watch my movements, put the gun in sixty steps!" ”

At the beginning, seeing Wu Yi's army array moving forward, Zhang Sanyuan was taken aback, the speed of the horse has not yet been added up, if the other party advances, there will always be some trouble, and if these Ming troops have the courage to take the initiative to fight closely, it is really troublesome. But now he was relieved, the opponent had only advanced ten steps, and the queue in front of him was sparsely populated, only about thirty people.

Zhang Sanyuan snorted coldly, pulled out the long saber at his waist, and led more than ten personal soldiers to the front of the team, shouting loudly: "Brothers, follow me!" ”

But all the generals who can shout out to rush with me instead of rushing to me are probably some fierce generals who do not want to die in battles and are brave in battle, and Zhang Sanyuan is no exception. When Haifeng County and Zhanhua County were attacked, Zhang Sanyuan took his Jianrui soldiers to the top of the city with a knife in his mouth and won the first major credit! This is also his capital, the army pays the most attention to the ability to fight the merits, there is the ability, everyone will obey you, if it is not for these military exploits, it is impossible to be so arrogant and domineering by relying on the identity of the distant cousin of the big chief.

Seeing the boss charge, the white-robed army was even more imposing, and his legs were frantically beating the horse, rushing forward as if he was not dying.

The 500 cavalry white-robed army was not completely disorganized, and was roughly divided into two waves, each with 250 people.

Zhang Geng saw it clearly, snorted coldly, and his anger flashed: "Sanyuan, this stinky boy, why did he rush to kill again?" The commander of the first army, shirtless, what is it like? What should I do if I have three long and two short? Yang Hu, you have 400 people from 1,000 households, divided into two wings, don't go to fight dog officers and soldiers, as long as you take cover three yuan. ”

The square-faced man clenched his fists heavily, and his voice was strong and powerful: "Obey the order!" ”

One hundred and fifty steps, one hundred and thirty steps, one hundred steps!

The thirty Five Thunder God Mechanics in front of them had the Five Thunder God Machines in their hands flat, and their fingers had already pulled on the trigger.

At this time, Zhang Sanyuan, who was at the forefront, had already seen the Ming troops in the front wearing cotton armor and holding strange firearms in their hands.

Zhang Sanyuan was instantly surrounded by a huge sense of happiness, and like that dead ghost Lin Xing, when he saw the Ming army covered in armor, the first thing they thought of was not how strong the combat effectiveness of these Ming troops was, but the huge greed that instantly rose in their hearts.

There are so many dog officers and soldiers in armor, kill them, how much armor can you get? A few have hundreds of sets! From now on, isn't it true that everyone wears armor in my first word thousand households?

Zhang Sanyuan trembled with excitement.

But the next moment, he fell into hell.

Seventy steps!

"Ready, hit!"

Shi Dazhu's hand slammed the copper hoop and giant stick on the ground, the ground trembled, and at the same time, a sharp whistle sounded, even if he didn't hear the sound, he saw Shi Dazhu's movements.

Thirty firebolts fired at the same time, and a huge sound burst out in an instant.

He Laomao, who was watching the battle from afar, sneered, he hadn't seen a fire gun, he fired so far away, not to mention that there was a chance that eight * nine times out of ten would miss, even if he hit, how much power could he have?

His smile froze on his face.

The fierce battle between the Wu Yi Army and the White Robe Army started at this moment, and there was no blood-boiling slogan, and the firecrackers just silently pulled the trigger. When the white fog was blown away by the strong wind, He Laomao rubbed his eyes and couldn't believe that the two hundred and fifty cavalry in the first row had at least fifty or sixty horsemen who fell down on their backs. The corpses of men and horses fell to the ground, and the howls and neighing of horses became one.

He Laomao looked at everything in front of him in disbelief, his face full of sluggishness.

Zhang Sanyuan was also stupid, he lost so many manpower before he rushed to the front of the opponent's battle array, could the other party be a god soldier? What kind of weapon are they using? Grandma's, can the firebolt hit so far? And obviously there are only more than 30 opponents, more than 30 firearms, let's kill so many of us at once?

Zhang Sanyuan only felt that his head was like being stirred into a pot of paste, he didn't know anything, he couldn't make any decisions, he was just stupid.

In fact, he can't be blamed, if someone else is here, he may not do better.

Zhang Geng and his entourage traveled south and north, well-informed, and also saw the fire gun in the hands of the ghost in the coastal provinces, at this time the foreigners of the Ming Dynasty were mainly Franco, that is, the Ming Dynasty to Spain and Portugal collectively named. The musket technology of these two countries is relatively advanced, but no matter how advanced it is, it is not as advanced as the Ming Dynasty, whether it is the firing range or the rate of fire, the Ming firearms are far from the same.

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