"The musketeers obey the order, the enemy can not open fire until twenty paces, and those who shoot indiscriminately against the order will be killed!"

As soon as the Mongols began to attack, the commanders of the musketeer companies on the Ming front began to repeat the orders they had already given.

Somewhat different from other units of the Ming army, the use of muskets by the Western Expeditionary Army was "a stream". In the face of a wave of enemy charges, the musketeers only fired one bullet!

The reason why there is such a style of play is actually summed up by Zhu Sijiu and others in actual combat. The Heavenly Dao two-year-old arquebus is too troublesome to load, and even if you have been trained strictly, you will inevitably be in a hurry to reduce the reloading speed when you go to the battlefield.

Moreover, the Heavenly Dao two-year-old musket was too heavy and could not be followed by a bayonet. Therefore, the soldiers who wield the Heavenly Dao two-year musket have little hand-to-hand combat ability. It was necessary to retreat before the enemy approached, giving up the battlefield to the pikemen.

On the battlefield, it was too difficult to get the musketeer to complete several complex reloads, and to quickly slip away before the enemy approached, and the coordination with the pikemen was often flawed by the musketeer's confusion.

Therefore, Zhu Sijiu simply came up with the tactic of "one hair". Put the enemy in and shoot a shot, and after the musketeers are finished, they will retreat. And at the same time as the musketeers fire, the pikemen will charge.

In this way, while the musketeers were withdrawing, the pikemen were filling the gap. Moreover, the effect of shooting at close range of enemies is far greater than indiscriminate shooting at long distances. After many battles, Zhu Sijiu and others found that if they fired a salvo with 1,800 muskets (which is the number of musketeers that a musketeer regiment had) within twenty paces, there was a high probability that an opponent with more than 5,000 numbers would fall into chaos. If the pikemen can follow up in time, a wave of charges will end the battle!

At this time, Liu Dou also put a heavy Heavenly Dao second-year arquebus on his shield. aimed at the Mongol soldiers who were pouring in like a tide in front of them. Like him, all thirty-nine musketeers under his command had already loaded their ammunition, lit their arquebuses, and set up their rifles. And then. They all turned their heads to look at the regimental commander standing on the right side of the regimental horizontal team.

Now just wait for the captain to wave the torch in his hand, and the big guy can pull the trigger and fire a fatal shot.

Ma Maier and his nine subordinates were already charging with shields on their shoulders at this time, and the elite of the Ming Dynasty was not afraid of tonight's decisive battle, and the sons of the Mongols were also ready to risk their lives.

Not because of anything else, but to defend their last homeland. The Ferghana Basin is their homeland. There is only one exit for the entire basin. Once defeated here, their families will become slaves of their enemies!

For a long time, the busy brother Timur's department was pressed and beaten by the strong army of the Han people in front of him, and everyone's hearts were full of resentment and depression.

Now it's a night when it's hard to see five fingers, and the artillery and muskets of the Ming army won't be as accurate as during the day, right? As long as their guns can't be powerful, everyone can rush forward with all their strength and fight hand-to-hand with the Han soldiers!

From the offensive launch positions of the Mongol army to the front of the Ming army. It's only about three miles away, one mile of brisk walking, one mile of trotting, and one mile of full speed impact. Running such a long distance is a bit physically demanding, but it is also a helpless move to fight against an opponent with a large number of artillery. For the physically fit Mamel, this distance was also the biggest challenge of the battle. Because......

Boom Boom Boom ......

This is the artillery of the Ming army roaring!

Just diagonally opposite Ma Maier, on a Ming artillery position. 24 3-inch cannons were arranged in turn, after the command of the artillery regiment. A thunderous roar swept across the field. The solid cannonballs from the muzzle of the cannon whistled and rolled towards the charging Mongol warriors!

The dull and heavy sound of cannons made Ma Mai'er involuntarily shout, "The true god is great!" God willing! slogan. He, like all the warriors of Timur's tribe, was a Celestial Cultist. In the face of the enemy's artillery, it is natural to ask the true gods of heaven to help.

However, there don't seem to be many cannons in the Ming army, and the sky is so dark, how many people can be hit? Cannons. It's just a little more powerful when it hits shotguns. However, the shotgun is not too far, as long as you don't come in front of the enemy's artillery position, it should not be too dangerous.

Ma Maier had already found himself far away from the Ming army's artillery array, and he should not be hit by the shotguns.

It was very windy on the steppe, and it was night again. It was not easy to see clearly, but now there is gunpowder smoke from the cannons, and the scene thirty or fifty steps away can no longer be seen clearly, and you can only vaguely see the Ming army formation in the distance under the moonlight like a city wall.

It's so neat! Ma Mai'er retracted his gaze, ignoring the Ming army in front of him, and only charged with his head covered. No matter how strict the Ming army's military formation is, it is also flesh and blood, and it will fall to the ground with a hard hammer!

What really scared him was the bronze cannon and arquebus! Ma Mai'er, who had fought with the Ming army several times, knew that before their pikemen charged, they would fire a round of arquebuses, which was the deadliest blow! However, at this time, he had no intention of considering the danger, so he could only cover his head and charge, and at the same time raise the wicker round shield in his hand high to block his head and face. Although it may not be useful, it is ultimately a psychological comfort.

"Don't turn your head, don't turn your head......" Liu Dou said silently in his heart. Instead of looking directly ahead of him, he turned his head to stare at the torch in the regimental commander's hand. When the torch fell, he turned his head, took aim, and fired!

Being a musketeer under Zhu Sijiu is that simple!

Of course, this is simple, but it is easy to say. If you really want to do it, it is not simple, and you must have a strong psychological quality. No matter what rushed from the opposite side, no matter how loud the enemy's shouts of killing, no matter how fierce the guns and cannons on the battlefield were, no matter whether the enemy was desperately throwing arrows or not, they could not waver.

Tight Tight ......

The sound of bowstrings was heard in a dense manner, and it was the archers lining up behind the musketeers firing their arrows. Now each infantry brigade of the Ming army has a battalion of archers, all of whom are carefully selected marksmen, and they are on a par with the Mongol archers.

And the archers began to shoot arrows, which means that the enemy's infantry has rushed to within eighty paces!

There were two muffled sounds from Mamel's wicker shield, the sound of two sharp arrows as they were inserted into the shield. At the same time, a terrible scream sounded around him. This is the killing caused by the rain of arrows of the Ming army!

Due to financial constraints and the armor-piercing ability of all kinds of weapons of the Ming army was too strong, most of the officers and soldiers under the command of Timur were unarmoured, and Ma Maier and his companions were unarmoured. Now you can only rely on a wicker round shield to save your life!

God bless...... The warriors of the Great Mongols were not afraid of even the guns of the enemy. Not to mention bows and arrows?

Ma Maier tightened the shield in his left hand, this thick and solid wicker round shield gave him a lot of security. This shield had saved him more than once in the past two years, and even the long knives of the Ming army could not pierce it, and it should have been able to withstand the musket - of course, he had not tried to block bullets with a wicker round shield. Although he has fought with the Ming army several times over the years, he has not yet rushed to the infantry formation of the Ming army like today. And people who have done this kind of thing. It's like they're all gone......

The torch went down, and a deadly torch went down!

Liu Dou took a sharp breath, turned his almost stiff neck, and set his gaze straight ahead. Suddenly there were countless Mongol warriors in front of them, in the moonlight, wielding hammers and holding wicker high, and let out a cry like a wolf howling, as if they had jumped out of hell!

Every Mongol warrior. The loudest roar came out of his mouth, and the reverberation became a ball, rushing towards his face, almost knocking down the thin line of Ming army musketeers in front of him!

"Send to death!" Liu Dou muttered and pulled the trigger without hesitation.

Canopy ......

Shots rang out.

It was not only the musket in Liu Dou's hand that fired, but at least 900 Heavenly Dao Second Year Heavy Smoothbore Guns fired at the same time, pushing the projectile out of the chamber and pouring out a scorching line of fire. also pulled out the choking smoke by the way.

Ma Maier was startled by the earth-shattering gunshot, and subconsciously stopped. He looked forward, only to see that the Mongol warriors who had been hiding in front of him were gone. No, it's not gone, it's lying on the ground!

All killed? So many people died? It's also terrible......

"Aim...... Fire! ”

The shouts of Chinese rang out one after another, and Ma Maier looked forward. I saw another row of muskets set up on the "shield wall" in the distance (this time, the 1,800 musketeers of the Ming Army Musket Regiment were lined up in two rows, and it was the first row of musketeers who had just fired). Ma Mai'er's heart ached suddenly, and it seemed that it had been shattered by the enemy's bullets.

"Ahh

He subconsciously threw himself to the ground and raised his shield to protect his head. In this moment, reason triumphed over brute force. Ma Maier chose the only way to live. There were many other Mongol warriors who chose to lie on the ground as sensibly as he did - these were true warriors, capable of facing swords stabbed in the face, but not the muzzles of black holes.

The sword can also be blocked, it can be dodged, but the bullets from the musket cannot resist at all!

"One God bless us!"

At this time, instead of the sound of gunfire, the shouts of Chinese began to resound across the battlefield.

The Ming army charged!

Ma Mai'er, who had been in battle for a long time, suddenly understood what was happening, the Ming army's spear array was about to come up, and their platoon of guns had already been fired.

He hurriedly got up, stood firm, and looked around, only to see a cloud of smoke around him, and in the smoke, there were many Mongols standing with shields and hammers. Their formation was sparse and disheveled, no one was charging, and some were shouting hoarsely, apparently in a state of complete madness.

Finished! This can't stop the gunfire at all!

Ma Mai'er looked ahead in a panic, countless spears had formed a fast-moving wall of death, and it seemed that it was about to approach her. The sharp tip of the spear shone with a cold glow, as if it would pierce his body in the next moment!

Run!

Ma Mai'er, who had always thought of himself as a warrior, was completely controlled by fear at this time, and he tried his best to resist, but the fear was like the gun array in front of him, and it instantly engulfed his mind.

Ma Maier turned around and ran without hesitation, not noticing that the hammer in his hand had been thrown away at some point. Don't even think about the Warlords, which are made up of authentic Mongols. He would rather endure the wrath of his busy brother Timur Khan than be pierced through his body by the jungle of spears in front of him, screaming and dying.

Moreover, there seem to be many people who have the same idea as Mamayer!

"How's it going? What's up ahead? ”

On the main line of the Mongol army in the rear, the busy brother Timur stood on the stirrups, his neck stretched out, and he kept talking to himself.

It was already late at night, and the battlefield ahead was filled with gunsmoke, and it was impossible to see the situation clearly, but what worried Timur was that the shouts in Chinese obviously overshadowed the shouts in Kipchak. And the sound of artillery on the battlefield has also stopped, which shows that the gun array of the Ming army has begun to charge.

Busy brother Timur opened his mouth a few times, as if he wanted to give some order, but when the words came to his mouth, he didn't know what to say, and finally seemed to have made up his mind, and said in a deep voice: "Tell the warriors of the second charge to prepare, this battle seems to be not easy to fight tonight, and you must rush to a few more battles." ”

……

"If you can't fight, you can't fight, it's the same day and night! This busy brother Timur...... It's the dry bones in the sub-mound! ”

Zhu Sijiu had already strode off the high platform at this time, and he could see clearly how the first wave of the Mongol offensive was launched and how it was destroyed. After getting off the high platform, he laughed and said to a few staff officers and doormen who came up.

"Handsome and wise!"

"The handsome soldier is like a god!"

"The commander of this battle will definitely be able to destroy the busy brother Timur, and the land of the two rivers can enter China."

The doormen said compliments one after another, but Zhu Sijiu just smiled. Defeating the busy brother Timur is just the beginning, and it is not only the busy brother Timur who Zhu Sijiu wants to defeat by the Kuzhang River. The Iba of the Ilkhanate is an even more worthy target!

And tonight's battle is not to beat Timur to death with a stick, but to inflict heavy damage on him and then drive him into the Fergana Valley. With the presence of Timur, the Iba of the Ilkhanate had the object of rescue.

He beckoned Hai Dawei to his side, and commanded in a low voice: "The first formation of busy brother Timur has collapsed, it is estimated that he will not give up so quickly, he should attack a few more formations, but he will definitely retreat before dawn." And we will launch a counterattack at this time, tentatively at three o'clock in the ugly hour. When the time comes, the guns will go up first and scatter the Mongols, and then your cavalry will follow up and chase them all the way to Tongtian Pass! Remember, don't go after the cowardly army of Timur, now is not the time to take his dog's life. (To be continued.) )