With a deafening explosion, several cannons of the Ming army pushed to the front of the formation, spewing out dense smoke, and the lead that was as dense as raindrops sprayed out, and a large puff of smoke and dust broke out on the ground not far away, and the Qing soldiers standing there threw down a large area.

Forward, reload, shoot! Forward, reload, shoot! The musketeers mechanically carried out their orders, repeating the actions they had repeated for an unknown number of times during training and combat, firing lead bullets at the enemy on the opposite side. In front of the Ming army's Xu Jin shooting tactics, the Qing army endured the bombardment of overhead shells, the burst of bullets from the opposite side, and the battle array was irrepressibly shattered, repulsed, and finally fell into the brink of collapse.

The sharp sound of swans spread all over the battlefield again, and the war drums beat desperately, and the passionate sound shook the four fields, almost completely suppressing the sound of artillery fire and shooting!

"Get on the bayonet, charge, kill!" Countless officers shouted loudly, reminding the Ming soldiers.

"Forward!"

"Rush!"

"Kill!"

In the midst of countless shouts, in the dense torrent of metal, a shining knife pointed straight ahead, and the Ming army launched a white-bladed charge.

The Qing army's front line was on the verge of collapse, and a single charge could make them lose their fighting spirit. As long as they are killed, the reaction caused by the rout will be cascading, and the chaotic rear army of the Qing army will also be impacted, or it can be broken in one go.

Kill, kill, kill...... Countless bayonets stabbed forward, splattering streams of blood, and the advancing Ming army gave the Qing soldiers the most ferocious blow. The Qing army in front of them was finally defeated, and countless frightened Qing soldiers turned around and fled in horror.

In panic, the chaos spread, and many Qing soldiers fell to the ground, and then trampled by countless big feet, they let out a loud scream, but no one paid attention.

The Ming soldiers with blood-dripping bayonets gave hot pursuit. The Qing soldiers who fled slowly were stabbed to death one by one, and the screams and wails added to their horror. Countless frightened figures panicked, forming a torrent of rout amid screams, cries, and wails.

The psychology of the defeated soldiers at this time is to go to a safe place with many people. As a result of the impact on the back, many people still have such calm thoughts. Scrambled to run for their lives, where can they take care of anything else.

Under the pressure of artillery, guns, bayonets. The flow of the routs is getting bigger and bigger, and they are hitting the rear, and it is useless to let the officers roar and shout, and many people are screaming all the way, while throwing their weapons, armor and other things all over the field, pushing each other, and from time to time someone falls to the ground, unlucky. was trampled to death by the people who rushed up from behind.

"Those who dare to rush into battle will be killed!" Mulima's face was hideous, and he regretted that he had not sent cavalry to battle earlier, and now that the rout was everywhere, the cavalry had to rush through these obstacles, and there would be no speed. But if the rear formation can be stabilized, the cavalry still has a chance to attack and turn the tide of the battle.

Jiang Yuanxun and the others were also speechless when they received the order, and the master spoke. How dare they not listen to them as slaves? Let alone. The consequences of the rout and chaos of the large array, they also knew it in their hearts. Although they couldn't bear it, they could only order the soldiers to get ready, praying in their hearts that the front of the rout would be interesting, and they could go around to the back of the two sides of the big formation, and then pack up the men and horses.

It's just that under the fire of the Ming army. Under the pressure of the Ming army's close pursuit, most of the routs still pounced on their own troops, and in their hearts, it was the safest place recently.

"Archer, shoot!"

A volley of arrows flew out. There was a scream, and one by one the routers fell to the ground, fell to the ground in various positions, and then rolled and struggled in pain.

Unexpectedly, the friendly troops on the opposite side really opened their bows and arrows, and those routs were stunned, and some people stopped, but a large number of crowded people, driven by the Ming army, still rushed to this side like a nest.

"Shoot again!" Seeing that the effect of the first deterrence was not obvious, the officer continued to give orders without mercy.

In the howling chaos, there were still a large wave of routs rushing towards them, and the Qing soldiers of the rear army shot with bows and arrows, and more routs fell to the ground, rolling all over the ground in pain, and the blood they shed instantly stained the ground red.

By this time, many of the routs had already woken up, some of them howled and fled to both sides, some of them fell to their knees and gave up their lives, and there were still some of the routs who had lost their minds, stepping on corpses and screaming and coming to the rear.

"Boom, boom......" The Tianwei artillery of the Ming army began to concentrate fire and bombard the rear of the Qing army, and clouds of black smoke rose and shrapnel were fired, and the rear of the Qing army, which was dealing with the rout, also showed signs of instability.

The sound of the Ming army's drums and trumpets changed again, the Ming army slowed down the pace of pursuit, the queue was dense again, the bayonets were in front, and the musketeers began to reload their ammunition, preparing to attack the rear of the Qing army with concentrated fire.

"Onward!"

"Walk in unison...... Walk! ”

Under the bright red churning banner, accompanied by the passionate drums, the dense Ming army musketeers marched like a wall. After the previous battle, casualties were inevitable, but after the reinforcement of the rear team, the queue was still dense and neat.

The battle formation marched forward in order, and behind the musketeers, the artillerymen also urgently followed, especially those Franc machine guns and sky-bombing cannons, which were easy to maneuver.

Under the order of the generals of the Qing army, the Qing army's gunners and archers lined up, and the first layer raised the bird guns in their hands to the front of the black pressure and blew the fire rope. Among the Qing armies, the men and horses of the three feudal clans were equipped with the most birds, and the soldiers of the Geng clan were naturally no exception.

The battle formations of the two sides are getting closer and closer, the offensive and defensive positions are changing, and now it is time for the Qing army to resist the attack of the Ming army. It's just that while the Qing army was waiting for the Ming army to enter the firing range, it also had to withstand the bombardment of the Ming army's artillery. In order to maintain the tightness of the battle formation, it is necessary to constantly replenish the casualties.

"Ready!"

"Fire!"

As soon as they reached the hundred paces, the Qing generals couldn't wait to order the soldiers to fight, even at this distance, the effective range or armor-piercing ability was not strong, and they couldn't care about it. The artillery of the Ming army had not yet been in place, and the dense shooting of the shotguns and the head-on flowering shells brought them too much mental pressure.

The sound of the gun sounded, the smoke of gunpowder was filled, and in the deafening sound of the gun, some Ming troops fell on the opposite side.

"The front line is back, the second column is forward!"

The musket shooting method of continuous fire is not a new thing, and Geng Fan's gunmen have also undergone such training.

The Ming musketeers continued to advance, and the vacated positions were immediately filled, and the battle formation was still tight.

"Shoot, shoot the arrow!" The Qing officers roared, and the oncoming pressure made their voices change their voices.

The casualties continued to increase, but the Ming army did not fire a single shot, and moved forward firmly, forward, the sound of drums and trumpets was still excited, and at fifty paces, a sharp whistle, and the muzzles of the guns, which were much denser than those of the Qing army, were raised in unison, and a vengeful roar erupted...... (To be continued......)