"Raise your gun and aim! Await orders! ”

On Mao'er Mountain near Yantai, Ma Xiaosan led a team of more than 30 people and was ordered to suppress bandits. And a few miles behind them, Zhu Zilong held a modern telescope in his hand, riding on top of Xiaobai, and a few maids behind him fanned him, holding fruits, and watched the battle with an old man.

"Kill the officers and soldiers!"

There were more than 100 bandits entrenched on Mao'er Mountain, and from a distance, it was observed that only about one-third of the officers and soldiers who came to attack were about one-third of them, and they didn't even have the heart to run.

The bandits rushed down the hill in a noisy, led by a tall, bald bandit with a thick-backed machete in his hand, and he rode alone. He shouted loudly: "Brothers, kill those officers and soldiers, take their weapons, and let them know that our Maoershan heroes are powerful......"

Their numbers are three or four times that of the number of officers and men, and they are on a territory that they are familiar with, and they have a certain advantage in being condescending. In addition, they are all habitual bandits who have seen blood and have several lives on their hands, where will they put Ma Xiaosan's squad in their eyes?

"The Ming army is all soldiers of tofu scum, don't be afraid, they will disperse as soon as they rush...... Everyone's feet are neat, and they are solved at once. The bald bandit shouted.

In his memory, he once led his brother to attack the formation of hundreds of Ming troops (nearby thousand households), and many times they broke up without rushing to the Ming army miscellaneous soldiers in front of him. Even if there are some family members who have taken the lead a little hard, they can't save their fate.

This time, the number of officers and soldiers is smaller than that of his own side, and he is not ready to capture?

Not only the bandit leader thought so, but also the more than 100 bandits on the side, thinking of this, the bandits were even more confident in their hearts. Talking about bravery, I think these officers and soldiers are not their opponents!

Don't be afraid!

On the mountainside, Ma Xiaosan sneered at the corner of his mouth.

A few of the more than 30 regimental soldiers on the side had never seen blood, and they were obviously a little flustered, and one of them even subconsciously wanted to escape. However, the overall military formation was good, and the last bit of cowardice in everyone's hearts disappeared in front of the tightness of the companions and the confidence of the captain Ma Xiaosan!

With that, Ma Xiaosan shouted, and those who retreated were killed, and their families would also be implicated. Everyone was awe-inspiring, weapons in hand and ready to fight.

It didn't take long!

Seeing that the gang of bandits rushed within seventy steps, Ma Xiaosan shouted: "Fire!" ”

Bang, bang, bang, bang......!

Gunsmoke erupted in the ranks, and the mute fire rate was 15%, which was a normal phenomenon. Moreover, several people also gave orders secretly not to fire the first shot. So only more than 20 shots were fired, and the lead bullets shot at the gang of bandits with the trail of fireworks.

"Ahh

A scream came, and immediately more than a dozen of the rushing bandits were shot to the ground.

More than 20 shots hit nearly a dozen people, and the hit rate was only 65% less. Zhu Zilong nodded in the back, thinking, it's okay.

Of course, this has something to do with the fact that most of the bandits are not armor-piercing, plus they only have a horse as the leader, and the other bandits all run on their feet, and as long as they hit, they will be half dead.

The first time the gunshot rang out, more than a dozen of their own people fell, which made some bandits feel frightened and hesitated.

Immediately, the bandit's bald head encouraged in a strong voice: "Brothers, don't be afraid, rush over, and you will be able to rush in front of the officers and soldiers immediately." I know that shotgun, it takes a long time to fire a shot, and it will explode after a few more hits. ”

This bandit leader, Comrade Bald Qiang, seems to be quite knowledgeable.

Zhu Zilong cracked his mouth in the back, his hearing was perverted, and he could hear the voice of the bandit leader several miles away, thinking to himself, You are still an insider?

It's just that this time, you, an insider, must have miscalculated. This kind of powder gun in other armies of the Ming army can indeed only shoot once a minute on average, and the distance is not far. After firing a few more shots, there is even a 30% chance of exploding, and it is difficult to make people feel scared!

However, these are not those defective goods, and they are far superior to arquebuses.

According to the old way of thinking, rushing over without armor and without horseback, you more than 100 people are really not enough to see.

"Bang, bang, bang!"

In the next second, the scene really happened as Zhu Zilong expected.

Under Ma Xiaosan's strong supervision, more than 30 regimental training soldiers completed the second loading in an orderly and orderly manner.

Although the quality and ability of these 30-odd regiments were not as good as those of the soldiers, the 200 people of Zhu Zilong's Yanhan Regiment were also qualified musketeers.

It only took them twenty or thirty seconds to complete the second reload, and then they raised their guns to aim, oh, they shouldn't have to aim.

At this time, the bandits who were running down were already forty steps (about 50 meters), and as long as they were slightly aligned, they could easily hit.

This time the rate of dumb fire is even less, less than 10%.

More than 30 shots were fired successfully, and the direct hit rate was as high as about 85%.

On the spot, about 50 meters away from the bandit group. About thirty bandits screamed and rolled to the ground, as if the flesh and blood of the few bandits who rushed in front were blurred (directly hit in the face), and many of them rolled on the ground with their heads covered and screamed miserably.

There are about 80 of the remaining bandits, and the unexpected second round of tricks will make them scared.

However, when he saw it, he was about to rush in front of the Ming army. The remaining eighty or so bandits rushed over with red eyes, weapons raised, and screaming wildly.

"Kill, they don't have a chance to shoot, kill them all, and avenge the brothers." The bandit leader barked on his horse.

Ma Xiaosan on the opposite side laughed, thinking that you are a bandit leader, TM's horse rushed over, such a big target, I have never been shot, I really think that I have good skills and strong luck?

If it weren't for Lao Tzu, I would have ordered not to beat you first. Fight your men first, lest the bandits be leaderless and scatter in all directions at the beginning. Can you survive until now?

At this moment, the more than eighty bandits who rushed over at an accelerated pace were already less than thirty meters away from Ma Xiaosan and the others.

Some of the bandits' arrows began to shoot one after another, and Ma Xiaosan shouted: "Listen to my orders, put down the musket, pick up the strong sword, fire in bursts, and fire freely!" ”

In the next second, the arrows of the brush brush were like rain, and they rushed towards the group of more than eighty bandits.

Poof, poof, poof, plop.

The strange sound of arrows entering the flesh makes people listen to the heartbeat. Bandits fell to their knees like wheat harvested in the autumn, their faces full of pain.

The No. 80 bandits, more than 50 fell in the moment, just like the bald bandit leader, who immediately became a key target.

At the same time, a dozen arrows were stabbed, almost becoming a hedgehog, including the poor horse under his ass, of course.

A modern small strong horse of the 20-round burst type, which is fired by more than thirty people, that is, 600-700 arrows. The effective and accurate distance is just about 40-50 meters, which is not as good as that of professional archers, but the emphasis is on the quantity and can produce qualitative changes.

Seeing that 80% of the brothers on the side were hanging, the remaining twenty or so bandits were immediately terrified, and they turned their heads and fled desperately back!

Ancient wars often ended in rout, and an army with a casualty rate of 20-30% without collapsing was an elite army. And if the casualty rate can reach 30-40% without collapsing, it will definitely be an elite iron army!

If the bandits on Mao'er Mountain had killed forty or fifty people at the first firing, they would have scattered and fled early, and it would have been impossible to complete the target of total annihilation.

And the second time, 30 of them were hung at close range, and if their leader had not died, they would have rushed to the front of the officers and soldiers. In normal times, they must have scattered and fled in a hurry.

Of course, the point is that at the beginning, Zhu Zilong let his side fight more with less, so that the bandits had confidence in their hearts, which can be regarded as a major foreshadowing.

Now, this flurry of plans has made a huge difference.

Zhu Zilong first ordered the team to show weakness with less, and Ma Xiaosan showed the distance control and the number of shots again, and then kept the bandit leader to kill at the end, and the three steps came out. In the end, there was a divine turn, thirty or forty meters away, everyone suddenly took out a suppressive burst of strong shots, and wiped out the bandits in one fell swoop with a galloping momentum!

Well, what?

You say there are twenty more bandits?

What's the matter, I didn't see Ma Xiaosan and the others cleaning up the battlefield over there. Hehe, run within 30 meters, and then run back!

With a pair of feet trying to get out of the range of a musket?

How is this possible!

Therefore, at this moment, the last twenty remaining bandits were also perfectly solved under the third loading of Ma Xiaosan's squad.

So far, more than 100 murderous bandits in Maoershan have been wiped out in five minutes and thirty seconds.

"It's a pity for that horse!" A few miles away, Zhu Zilong pretended to take the grapes sent by the maid with his mouth, and pretended to be self-talking.

Don't pretend to be uncomfortable and crash!