The war drums were beating, and the Ming army followed the rhythm of the drums and rushed forward with firm steps. The speed is not very fast, but the sense of oppression is full, and the unchaotic battle array itself is a powerful deterrent, like mountains, like ocean waves, beating and rushing over, and any force that dares to block it will be crushed and crushed.

More than half of the more than 500 soldiers who blocked were killed or wounded in an instant, and the rest turned around and ran. The Ming army didn't care at all, stepped on their corpses, and continued to move forward, getting closer and closer to the Chinese army of Maori Xiuyuan.

It was as if a big hand was pinched on the neck, and the other party kept exerting force, and Maori became more and more difficult to breathe, and his face was red.

"Fire the gun, shoot me! Boom, boom to kill them! ”

Maori jumped to his feet and shouted frantically.

Rumble!

Sure enough, the cannon went off, and Maori just wanted to cheer, but suddenly he sensed that something was wrong, and when he looked back, a cannonball landed right in his ranks, which was different from the solid artillery equipped by the Japanese. The flowering bullet of the Ming army fell in the middle of the crowd, and immediately set off a bloody storm.

Countless fragments of shrapnel burst out in all directions, and wherever they passed, the body of the wolf was as fragile as paper, and it was cut open in an instant, and blood rushed out. Piles of rotten flesh and pieces of blood stimulate people's vision.

A cannonball fell, and a succession of shells followed, and every place where the flames rose into the sky, several, or even a dozen of them, were blown to pieces.

There was a deep crater on the battlefield, emitting heat, black holes, like a demon devouring living beings. Showing teeth and claws, it makes people shudder.

Speaking of which, the Wa Kingdom has also been peaceful for many years, and the young samurai have not experienced the test of war at all, and even if they have fought, it is a skirmish within the Wa Kingdom, and he has seen thousands of large battles.

When the battle began, these young samurai were still a little cheerful, hoping to be like their ancestors. Kill the enemy and make meritorious contributions. Speaking of which, Japan has completely copied the system of the Tang Dynasty, but there is one thing that is not, that is, the imperial examination system.

Without the imperial examination system, Japanese society would have become a backwater, and there was no way to climb up at the bottom, only through the war and being appreciated by the top could it be possible to change fate and climb to the samurai class.

But now they have to think about it, for the sake of that little opportunity. It's worth throwing away your life!

At this moment, the artillery of the Ming army became weaker and weaker, and the Japanese were slightly happy, but sharper bullets came over, and the bullets kept penetrating the bodies of the Japanese invaders.

Blood splattered, flesh and muscles shattered, and internal organs flowed everywhere. Their armor had no protective effect, and the iron cannon in their hands was similar to a burning stick, and it was a complete one-sided slaughter.

Mori Hidemoto's eyes were filled with blood. He could never have imagined that the samurai he had painstakingly trained, the warriors that even the shogunate had to fear, would be so vulnerable.

He raised his katana unwillingly. Shout: "Warriors of Choshu, let us bloom like cherry blossoms!" ”

The Japanese shouted and raised their katanas one by one, as if they were crazy. Sun Jia snorted disdainfully. If slogans work, what do you need weapons for?

"Stop, get ready for firecrackers!"

He gave the order. The soldiers in the front row immediately routed the Japanese in front of them, and did not continue to attack, but retreated more than a dozen steps, forming a dense phalanx, with black muzzles and long bayonets aimed at those Japanese samurai.

"Rush!"

Almost as soon as the Ming army formed a battle formation, the Japanese rushed up like the sea that had burst its embankment, and this time it was the elite samurai of the Choshu Domain who took the lead, and they were generally in their thirties and forties, and they were at the peak of their lives. Almost all of these people have participated in the Renchen Rebellion and fought against the Ming army.

Although the battles in those years made them unforgettable and terrified, it seemed that the Ming army at that time had not been so demonic, and it was simply not a time and space.

The Japanese still can't accept it, they are running desperately, as long as they can get close to the Ming army, with their killing skills that they have practiced hard since childhood, they will definitely be able to defeat the Ming army, and the battlefield is their world!

The more they ran, the more energetic they became, and they didn't see the contemptuous look on the Ming army's face at all.

Sun Jiawen sneered slightly, the Satsuma clan had the same calculation, but they had become the dogs of the Ming army. These Japanese really don't grow up.

"Shoot!"

When the Japanese entered a hundred steps, Sun Jia shouted loudly.

In an instant, thousands of fiery guns rang out together, and the battlefield was filled with gunsmoke, and the violent sound made everyone's ears almost deaf, and they couldn't hear anything.

When the smoke cleared slightly, you could see that all the Japanese who had charged in the first few rows had fallen to the ground, some of them had been hit by several bullets and had become a hornet's nest, and some of them had not died from bullets, but the wounds on their bodies were hideous, and they saw that there was no way to live.

There was even a Japanese who was shot in the stomach and his internal organs flowed out, and he seemed to be crazy and was still running forward, but he stepped on his intestines and fell to the ground.

In a trance, time seemed to slow down, and those Japanese finally had a painful realization.

Their bushido is useless, their martial arts are not, and even the katana in their hands, which symbolizes their family's honor, is useless!

The laws of the battlefield have become incomparably simpler, and whoever has the longer range and more power will be the master of the battlefield.

"Shoot!"

Gunfire after gunfire, torrential rain destroyed flowers, and all the would-be robbers who rushed in front enjoyed the greeting of the bullets, and one by one they broke their heads and backs, roared miserably, and fell to the ground. Gradually, the blood drained, and the corpse became a strange sculpture.

The Ming army has long been accustomed to this, but it was Shimazu Tadashi, he was completely stunned, the last time he was defeated, there was a navy joining, and the sharp artillery made him unable to parry, and Shimazu kept making excuses for himself.

But ask yourself, can he stop such a fierce fire gun in front of him! No matter what time it is, he is cold and cruel, like an impregnable phalanx, can he beat it!

"Maybe taking refuge in Daming is the most correct choice in this life!"

"Samurai, kill the enemy!"

Shimazu shouted loudly, and the defeated Satsuma Domain's army suddenly came to its senses, as if it had been beaten with chicken blood. The screams and screamed back, scattering the troops that had attacked them earlier.

Shimazu Tadashi did not stop, and with a wave of his knife, he rushed directly towards the fat go's men and horses. He asked himself if he couldn't defeat the Maori Choshu Domain, and there were also Ming troops there, so he pointed the finger at Feihou.

"Kill!"

Relying on the majesty of the Ming army, they actually broke through the battle formation of the Higo Domain in one fell swoop, the katana flickered with cold light, and some people kept screaming in pain and fell to death.

Shimazu also went crazy and rushed forward, and the men and horses of the other feudal lords behind him were so frightened that they retreated, and at this time, the Ming army also launched a counterattack, and the guns and cannons rumbled, and the men and horses of the Choshu domain were killed and wounded.

Suddenly, someone let out a terrible cry: "The lord of the domain is dead, the lord of the clan is dead!" (To be continued......)