A counterattack began at the instigation of Sony, and the Eight Banners Army was really not comparable to the Mongols on the steppe. Although he had lost his armor under the shock of the guncar Shenwei before, with the charge led by the coach Sony, the unprecedented and majestic morale suddenly broke out, which was also full of hatred for his own boss Akshan.

Sonny was right, hatred was another magic weapon to boost the morale of the army, and under his leadership, the previously defeated white-flag-clad soldiers rushed towards the advancing Ming army. It was Sony's loud reminder that made them sober up, at least from fear of ghosts and gods to doubt.

There are indeed only a few steel monsters in the Ming army, and they are indeed slow, and they can cover the front of the Ming army, but it is difficult to cover the flank of the Ming army. And Sony led them to the right flank of the Ming army.

The white-flaged armor soldiers are worthy of being veterans of a hundred battles for a long time, and they spontaneously stratified the cavalry and infantry two layers of military formations that are advancing rapidly. Sonny was wrapped in the middle of the cavalry, and under the blazing firelight, the commander-in-chief of the army hunted in the wind, and the cavalry horse team was less than thirty paces away from the right flank of the Ming army in an instant. And this distance of thirty steps is just a blink of an eye for the Eight Banners Iron Horseman.

Sony could already foresee that this Ming army was about to kill the Eight Banners cavalry like leeks and stubble. However, just after blinking his eyes, there was a continuous sound of popping beans in his ears, and he quickly reflected it. What kind of popping beans is this, it's clearly the sound of a volley of firearms.

Suddenly, the horse team that was running at the front fell headlong and fell to the cold ground. The cavalry that followed neatly over the carcasses of men and horses on the ground and continued to charge forward. This was also expected by Sony, the Ming army had always fired a round of muskets before engagement, so the cavalry at the forefront would inevitably meet this round of volleys of muskets. However, the unexpected soon shattered Sony's expectations. The firing guns fired another volley, and the cavalry that had crossed over and rushed forward was like the cavalry that had just fallen, and they were shot and fell, and the men turned on their backs, and the screams of the people and the neighing of the horses in pain soon became heard.

But Sony still had a fluke in his heart, and said that he could not repeat it again and again, even if the Ming army was allowed to fire three salvos, it must have reached their limit. At this moment, Sonny and the Eight Banners with white flags led by him are like arrows from the string, and there is no chance to turn back, there is only one way for them, that is, to charge and charge, and there is no other way.

"Don't be afraid! Rush with me! The Ming army's firecrackers can fire three rounds at most, and as long as they have survived three rounds, the firecrackers in their hands are not even as good as the burning sticks ......"

Sonny hissed and roared, doing everything he could to boost morale. No matter how many people can hear it, he, Sony, will not take a step back anyway. As for what the commander of the army should not take lightly, he has long been thrown out of the clouds.

In fact, Sony's bravery did inspire the fighting spirit of the white-flaged armorers, and they all rushed forward with the coach who had hated the roots of the coach for a while. However, Sony's words did not come true, and after the third round of volleys, the fourth, fifth, and sixth rounds of salvos came in succession. At a distance of twenty paces, the corpses of men and horses were quickly piled up into a belt of corpses.

This qiē just happened in the electric light and stone fire, and soon Sony's war horse also galloped to a distance of twenty paces, at this moment he showed his unyielding fighting spirit as an excellent Baturu of the two yellow flags, knowing that what was waiting for him would be a rain of musket projectiles, but he still clamped his legs tightly around the horse's belly, urging the war horse to speed up. Sonny was greeted by the seventh volley of the Ming army, and he was lucky that he escaped the rain barrage with men and horses, and he was not the only one who was lucky.

Sonny was overjoyed, and it seemed that the Ming army's salvo of guns was finally coming to the end of the crossbow.

"The Baturu of the Eight Banners of the Qing Dynasty, the Ming army's firearms have reached the end of the crossbow, as long as you add another sharp weapon, you will be like a wolf into the flock!"

Although Sony's words deceived them again and again, they still chose to believe Sony's nonsense. Sure enough, after the seventh round of salvo fire by the Ming army, the eighth round of salvo did not follow, the war horse accelerated again, and the cavalry of the Eight Banners Army soon ran out of nearly ten steps as a whole, and there were only ten steps left from the Ming army's military formation.

Sony only felt that he was plunging headlong into the mist, his mouth and nose filled with the strong and pungent smell of burning gunpowder, and his eyes were foggy, and only the light of fire was faintly visible in front of him. He knew that the most critical moment had arrived, and victory was in sight. But at this moment, he once again remembered the sound of fire guns one after another, and Sony subconsciously thought: This is impossible, they, why did they start shooting again?

The distance of ten steps was like an abyss that could not be seen at a glance, and the people who had dodged the barrage several times before were no longer so lucky, and they fell to the ground one after another. Sonny was lucky after all, and after two volleys, he found himself still unscathed.

Suddenly, a strong sense of fate erupted in Sony's chest, what else could this be if this was not Heavenly Dao Luck? Proud, Sonny actually laughed loudly on the battlefield: "I, Sony, are here, and the Baturu of the Qing Dynasty rushed over with me to repel these Nanban who don't know whether to live or die!" ”

Unbeknownst to Sony, there were two people not far away who were judging him. A gust of wind that came from nowhere actually blew away the smoke of the battlefield......

"Battalion officer, look at that tartar so tightly?"

Zhang Shi glanced at it, and sure enough, he saw a Qing army general with gorgeous cloth armor immediately slashing in front of the battle array, and it was surprising that after several rounds of volleys of muskets, this person was unscathed.

He was not surprised, for he had seen the accuracy of the musket, and that when the projectile was shot, it often fell nine times out of ten. Therefore, he didn't think about the protection of ghosts and gods, but shouted to the soldiers around him: "How are you practicing the musket you brought from Shanxi?" ”

"When you go back to the camp, you don't say where you want to fight, and you don't leave ten!"

Zhang Shi was overjoyed when he heard this, and pointed to Sony, who was immediately slashing in front of the military formation, and said to the soldiers next to him: "Beat him!" Hit the reward of 100 taels of silver! ”

The soldier's eyes lit up, and he suddenly smiled all over his face, "What does the battalion officer say?" ”

"If you want to fight, why is there so much nonsense? Have you ever seen a general who doesn't talk anymore? It's you, twenty paces away, are you sure? ”

The soldier didn't say anything more, put a musket baby on his back in his hand, level with his shoulders, gestured twice, and said nonchalantly: "Almost, I'll give that tartar a lead melon seed to eat in a while!" ”

The soldier was not an ordinary musket, but a highly accurate musket created by the Three Guards as a military secret, and his entire grenadier battalion was only equipped with ten tested guns when he left Shanxi. In the words of the red-haired ghost, this is called a rifled gun compared to an ordinary musket. Zhang Shi has test-fired this so-called rifled gun more than once, and the accuracy is indeed much higher than that of ordinary muskets.

At present, the muskets equipped in the army are almost inaccurate, and even if the effective range can reach 100 paces, there are still many projectiles that fly to nowhere when fired at a distance of 20 paces. This rifled gun is different, even if it is fifty paces away, not to mention that there is no missing shot, at least seven or eight out of ten will hit the target.

Zhang Shishi had high hopes for this rifled gun, but he soon discovered one of the unacceptable weaknesses of this gun. That is, the loading is extremely slow, because the so-called rifling is pulled out of the inside of the muzzle, and it is not possible to load the projectile into the bottom of the barrel with only a strip, as is the case with a normal musket. It is necessary to strike the whole strip with a hammer to firmly knock the projectile with a caliber larger than the muzzle into the barrel. This greatly limited the use of rifled muskets, which, since the reloading time was several times that of ordinary muskets, could not form continuous firepower, and therefore could only become toys.

Moreover, according to the red-haired ghost, this kind of gun is also more complex to build than ordinary muskets, and the production is slow, and the finished product is small, which will be an obstacle to the large number of infantry battalions. However, in such a situation, rifled guns are more appropriate.

Zhang Shiping, his subordinates and his own soldiers practiced this rifled gun, especially the personal soldier next to him, who seemed to have a very high shooting talent.

Bang!

The soldier put away his gun and used a strip to pass through the gunpowder residue in the barrel, and at the same time poured gunpowder into the barrel...... Then lift a hammer from your waist and knock it out......

Although Zhang Shi felt that the general of the Qing army seemed to shake his body, but the war horse kept moving, and he was not sure whether he had hit the target, and after seeing the other party accelerate the impact with the cavalry around him again, he didn't care to check whether he hit the target, and resolutely ordered:

"The musketeers retreat, the pikemen forward!"

After the order was given, the pikemen of the grenadier battalion had already held their strength, and strode forward, the spears of nearly two feet were diagonally forward at an angle to the ground, and the iron spear head of the ruler was glowing with a faint cold light in the firelight.

In the interval between the two armies, Zhang Shi turned his head and said to the soldier who was still holding a small hammer and smashing the projectile into the barrel: "What is useless, if you don't hit, one hundred taels of silver are gone!" ”

Unexpectedly, the pro-soldier didn't raise his eyelids and said: "Battalion officer, you are cheating, you obviously hit, I really saw it, and I shot the Tartar in the abdomen!" Aren't you distressed about a hundred taels of silver? ”

As soon as the words fell, the cavalry of the Qing army and the spears collided violently, and suddenly the people turned on their backs, screaming and screaming, and an unusually tragic hand-to-hand combat began.

Sonny raised the steel knife in his hand and swung it down. On the other side of the battlefield, however, the shape of shì is one-sided and borders on slaughter.