The Ming army watched in amazement as these soldiers, who were completely different from them, went onto the battlefield. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 Whether it was the last hundred household officials, or those soldiers who were either wearing eight-petal iron hats, wearing fat jackets of big red mandarin ducks, or purple cloth waist-length armor, they were surprised to see these soldiers who were out-of-place with their manners and incommodity, accompanied by the sound of drums, walking by them with sonorous and neat steps, without squinting—the short and straight arrow sleeves of the deep and indigo, the black half-arm armor on the outside, the faces under the helmets were mostly the appearance of young men, and many of the lips still had soft fluff, but there was not the slightest look of fear and fear, mostly confident and calm.

"The whole army!" Cao Jinliang took a sharp breath and shouted as if the Ming soldiers who were staring at them did not exist, and the soldiers immediately stood up according to their usual drills and loudly echoed the order in their loudest voice: "Here! ”

"Ready to reload!"

The moment they heard the order, the soldiers, who had already developed a conditioned reflex in countless trainings, immediately took off the guns on their shoulders, opened the lid of the medicine pool at the back of the barrel, and took out a paper shell bullet about a finger long in the shape of a roll of paper from the box on the cow belt on their waists, bit open the grease-coated bottom, poured the gunpowder into the powder pool, and closed the lid.

"Reload!" The third order came clearly from Cao Jinliang's mouth, and he did not hesitate to put the muzzle of the gun upright to the sky, poured the remaining gunpowder from the paper shell into the muzzle, and then stuffed the bullet into the muzzle with the paper shell. When he did so, the movements of the soldiers' hands were almost indistinguishable from his—a physical instinct that had been practiced repeatedly under the beating of the baton.

"Take out the strip!"

The sound of metal grinding was immediately heard.

"Insert the throughbar!"

Liu Xiaoqi inserted the strip into the barrel of the gun before the words fell, and he could feel the lead bullet wrapped in the paper shell pumping vigorously in the strip. Insert. It slid rapidly towards the bottom, and it was not until he could no longer push the projectile forward that Liu Xiaoqi took out the strip and reinserted it under the barrel, and after doing all this, he still had time to glance left and right - several of Liu Xiaoqi's subordinates were only a few breaths slower than their commander, and they were now ready.

Cao Jinliang shouted out his loudest voice on the battlefield - this Jiangmen Huzi, who had been incognito in the small town of eastern Sichuan for several years, finally stood on the stage that belonged to him - he used all his strength, stared at the red eyes, and gave the penultimate order: "Gun on the shoulder!" ”

Under the incredulous gaze of the Ming archers, these dozens of soldiers took firm steps towards the rugged mountain road after a short pause. The sound of the six leather drums beating was low but not dull, accompanied by the sound of drums and footsteps, someone in the middle of this group of strange soldiers shouted a password, and the six horizontal rows actually changed formation in the middle of walking!

As dexterous as a butterfly through flowers, it only took a few breaths of effort, and they turned from a neat formation to a hollow phalanx that was not too big, without any hesitation, and when the formation changed, everyone stepped on the drum, and the soldiers held the fire hammer in front of their chests with both hands obliquely, and at this time, the Ming army, who was almost fascinated in the back, found that they were only less than a hundred feet away from the mountain that seemed to be never captured!

The arrows shot from the wall were already able to threaten them, and from time to time someone slightly lowered the brim of their hat and lowered their heads to avoid the flying arrows, and the sound of arrows hitting metal helmets was endless. The Miao people obviously also noticed this strange group of soldiers, and turned their arrows to desperately release arrows at them, and with just one breath, several soldiers fell down with arrows! The Ming soldiers watching from the back could see it clearly, and a few of them couldn't hold their breath, and they almost screamed!

The unfamiliar soldiers, who seemed to have come from outside the territory, did not react, and after the first one fell, the latter stepped over him to make up for it, leaving the wounded companion behind, and perhaps only breathing could be heard in the queue except for footsteps and drumming. They marched forward in silence, but everyone tasted a chill from the silence.

Seeing the reinforcements coming, the Ming soldiers who were originally struggling to support under the wall cheered, and climbed up even harder, and a few lucky people actually climbed the wall, drew their knives in their hands and fought with the defenders! Some people, under the orders of the surviving sentry chief, picked up the wooden rolling stones left by the Miao people and put them under the wall! All of a sudden, the Miao people's defense line was simply on fire! The leader was anxious, and while shouting for more young men to go up the wall, he shouted loudly to tell the archers to stop caring about the Ming army under the wall, and shoot directly at the strange military formation!

In the process, several more soldiers fell from arrows. The people in the stockade, at least the people on the wall, had obviously seen the firecracker, and the Ming army, who had better ear, heard someone faintly roaring from above: "Those Han people have firearms!" The archers on the wall desperately poured wave after wave of arrows, but because the Miao people used bamboo bows more, by this time the battle was going on, the bows and arrows with metal arrows had long been exhausted, and at this moment they were all light and short bamboo arrows, which were no longer much of a threat to the firecrackers who stopped a hundred feet away.

The soldiers who could still stand upright began to stand still, and then braved the rain of arrows to march forward, and in the process, they once again showed a magical transformation of formation in the eyes of the Ming army - from the hollow phalanx that marched back to six rows of horizontal columns, the process was so fast that the archers on the wall even felt that they were just blinking their eyes, and the black Han people stood in several rows again, and by this time, even the most dull and stupid Miao people felt that something was wrong.

There seemed to be a moment of silence on the battlefield, the wind froze at this moment, and then the next moment was torn apart by Cao Jinliang's sharp roar - "Aim! Shoot! ”

The eight soldiers in the first row did not hesitate to level their guns, aimed at the wall and pulled the trigger, and then they immediately turned around and ran back to re-line and began to reload ammunition, and then the columns went back and forth, and when the six rows of guns were over, the white fog choking on gunpowder completely enveloped this small battlefield, and the soldiers had to stop shooting, and the mountain Lan blew away the smoke, and there was no longer a standing Miao man on the wooden wall. The wooden walls were full of miserable bullet marks of different shades, and from those cracks, large strands of blood seeped down, and a gust of wind blew, and the thick smell of blood immediately soaked the lungs of everyone on the battlefield with the breath.

The Ming army, who had just woken up from a big dream, looked at this unfamiliar military formation blankly, and then looked up at the wall that had been silent on the top, and suddenly burst out from the crowd with a warm and high shout: "Wan Sheng!" The voice was hoarse and thin, but it seemed to be a signal, and more people joined in: "Wan Sheng! Wansheng! Wansheng! ”

These soldiers who escaped on the battlefield seemed to confirm their victory in this way, at first it was just a few people, and then, more and more people turned around and pounced on the high cottage, the frenzy churned in their chests, the previously formidable hill lost its deterrence, and more people climbed the wall that was originally thought to be insurmountable, and the sound of fighting came out, but everyone knew that victory was really only a matter of time.

Li Yongzhong rubbed his hand that had been soaked in cold sweat on his sleeve unobtrusively, and he exhaled slowly, long. On the battlefield not far away, under the order of Cao Jinliang, the soldiers had already begun to rescue their wounded companions, and several medical officers in Tsing Yi rushed up with attendants carrying medicine boxes to take over the treatment of the wounded. The battle continues, but it has little to do with the salt merchant's escort.

The officers of the Ming army, including Chen Xianda, seemed to lose the ability to speak after the guards opened fire, and they glared at the dozens of seemingly unsurprising soldiers, trying to figure out the reason for their victory. ”

"Strong soldiers, strong soldiers!" Zhou Qian repeated it twice, and finally couldn't help but grab Zheng Guocai's sleeve and babble with him: "Looking at their posture before, I knew that it must be a rare strong soldier in the team, but I really didn't expect it to be so strong!" The sharpness of firearms is rare in the world, and even better than that firearm is the soldier! I must inquire with the little young master, how did he train this team of strong soldiers?! Still a merchant! What a pity! It's a natural breed! Strange Dao made a son-in-law for a thousand households! ”

Zheng Guocai was also shocked. Compared with other people's half-believing attitude towards firearms, Zheng Guocai has always insisted that firearms are the focus and direction of future ordnance development. Chen Xianda's subordinates, and only Zheng Guocai and two other people, scored four points for firearms, three points for bows and crossbows, and three points for swords and guns in training. However, there are not too many firearms in the Hunan Guard, and the firearms are mostly three-eyed guns and Fran machine guns, and there are not a few bird guns. However, the backwardness and sloppiness of the manufacturing process of these weapons themselves make the use of them a rather courageous task, and few soldiers will voluntarily ask for the use of firearms unless necessary, they would rather use crossbows than operate firearms that will blow up and kill them at any time.

"I'd love to see what the guns look like in their hands." Zheng Guocai stared directly at the fire guns behind the guards, and the look of envy in his eyes was clear at a glance. Although it is in the remote southwest, he is not unfamiliar with the rumors that the Xiyi people who travel to and from the Nanyang area have sophisticated weapons and firearms in their hands, but even among the rumors, there seems to be no sharp firearms in the hands of the Xiyi.

Chen Xianda coughed, barely hiding the shocked and complicated look on his face. He sighed—although even Chen Xianda himself did not know what this sigh was—and looked at his son-in-law, who seemed to be still calm, although he soon noticed the clues of Li Yongzhong's unconcealed expression—he pursed his lips very abnormally, as if he wanted to shout, but he was suffocated by himself.