The drums sounded, and Qin Dedong strode forward with his gun in his arms. On his left hand stood a row of nineteen brothers from Guoli, who followed him as they marched toward the artillery of the Ming army.

After entering the seven hundred meters, the six guns in the center of the Ming army had all opened fire, and the artillery fire in front of the guards battalion became more and more dense, and one of the guns was aimed at Qin Dedong's team. After two shots that were getting closer and closer, a cloud of dirt rose not far in front of Qin Dedong, and one of the soldiers in the row of people in front of him was sent flying by a ricochet, while the soldier behind this person trotted two steps into the front row. The drums did not change at all, and the army continued to advance steadily.

The artillery fire of the Ming army became more and more accurate and dense, and soon four soldiers fell, Qin Dedong kept making up for this fruit, and the third row of people who followed closely behind him added it to his fruit. Qin Dedong raised his chin slightly, his eyes looked at the sky, and forced himself to stop paying attention to the artillery in front of him.

At this time, Homer was searching for the location of the hand-to-hand combat troops of the Ming army, and he was surprised to see that Xu Ping's only three hundred spearmen did not engage in the attack. Looking at the flintlock musketeers, Homer began to guess Xu Ping's intentions and where this never-before-seen offensive pattern would lead the battle.

When they saw the intruder march to about one hundred and sixty meters, the officers of the Selective Battalion raised their swords one after another: "Volley—"

When the soldiers of the Election Battalion, who had already flattened their rifles, heard the order, they all shook their spirits, held their rifles more flat, tilted their heads slightly, and aimed their guns more carefully at the enemy on the opposite side. In their field of vision, the flags of the Guards Battalion were erected straight, and they shook up and down rhythmically with the pace of the invading soldiers, and the sound of the invading soldiers' steps merged with the sound of their drums, making a powerful beating sound on the huge and friendless drum of the earth.

"Fire!"

The moment the sound of fried beans came into his ears, Qin Dedong immediately heard several soldiers in front of him snort in pain at the same time, which made him can't help but withdraw his gaze from the corner of the cloud. The three soldiers of the platoon ran forward, and at the same time another cannon fired, whistling over their heads.

"Stand up—"

The soldiers in the two back rows of the Selector Battalion stood with their guns drawn, and the first platoon also stood up at the sound of the sound.

"Fill the medicine."

The soldiers tore open the paper packets with their teeth, shook the gunpowder into the muzzle of the gun, and then loaded the projectile and compacted it, and when everything was done, the intruder on the opposite side had already walked 130 meters away.

"Volley—"

The soldiers leveled their muskets again, and the new army had always emphasized volleys, which was based on the experience of the previous Zhendong Hou years of campaigns - the more powerful the salvo, the more it could inflict a heavy blow on the enemy's morale.

"Fire!"

After the salvo was fired, the officers of the Selector Battalion repeated the order to stand and reload.

"Prepare the shotgun." The artillery officer of the Selective Battalion estimated the distance of the Guards Battalion and gave the order to change ammunition.

The drums of the Guards Battalion continued to beat at the same pace, and opposite them, most of the soldiers of the Selector Battalion had already loaded their rifles with gunpowder and were pulling lead bullets from their pockets and pressing them into the chambers. The soldiers of the Forces nouvelles looked at the flags of the Guards Battalion, which were getting taller and taller, and the eagle emblem on them became more visible with each passing moment, and almost at the same moment, the soldiers of the Selective Battalion drew the strip and thrust it into the chamber of their guns, squeezing the ammunition hard.

"Ready-" Seeing that his subordinates had completed the loading action, the officers of the Selective Battalion moved forward sideways, dragging a long tail note to give orders while raising their command swords towards the intruding army.

The soldiers in the first row fell to one knee at the sound of the sound, half-crouched and half-kneeled on the ground to give way to their comrades behind them.

"Volley—"

The rattling of rifles resounded throughout the formation, and the soldiers of the Selective Battalion were ready for a third salvo.

"Fire!"

When the third selection battalion opened fire, the intrusion was already about 110 meters.

Qin Dedong's fruit has already been replenished to the front row, and a third row of people to supplement the front row has also been further replenished, and the soldier who was only replenished during the fourth salvo of the Ming army was unfortunately knocked down. The soldier stepped over the head of his groaning companion, and the man who had just filled his gap had to fill it further. Behind Qin Dedong, the soldiers of the third fruit had become very sparse, and the fruit chief of the first row of the second formation, who was far behind them, was hesitating not to lead the team forward to supplement the first formation.

The artillery team of the Selective Battalion has a group that is close to completing the reloading, but the commander of the artillery team has not given any orders, and is still looking at the enemy. In the past, when the training team was trained, the instructor always used scarecrows to do demonstration exercises to deepen the artillerymen's understanding of artillery bombardment: if the existing distance was shortened by half, the shotgun would be called a hundred shots, and each cannon could beat a dozen scarecrows into a sieve; And if you get closer, say at a charge distance of twenty meters, a single shot can take the lives of a group of enemy soldiers. The teaching team repeatedly emphasized that the shotgun is the harvester of life, it is the destroyer of the formation, distance is the only key, and a just right shotgun is enough to repel the enemy's attack, and even if this cannot be done, the enemy army that loses the formation will be crushed into pieces by the spear array of the friendly infantry.

……

"It doesn't have to be two salvos to dumb the artillery crew of the Selective Battalion." Xu Ping held up the binoculars and watched intently the every move of the artillery of the new army, and when testing with a scarecrow in advance, as long as the distance was close enough, one or two salvos were enough to basically empty the gunners around a gun: "But they must not be allowed to fire more than four cannons." ”

The artillery of the Ming army was suddenly reduced a lot, and the invading army was already less than 100 meters away from the main formation, they did not wear armor, as long as a sprint could run to the front of the Ming army in more than ten seconds, in order to prepare for this action, four of the artillery of the Xuanfeng battalion had been replaced with shotguns.

However, the cannon that bombarded Qin Dedong's left was not replaced, this time its shells accurately shot into the intruding formation, and the three soldiers in front and behind were knocked down together. Seeing the limbs flying sideways, Yue Mu felt that his throat was getting more and more thirsty. These little soldiers didn't know Xu Ping's plan, as early as the first shot, Yue Mu longed to be able to use the musket in his hand to fight back the enemy fiercely, and every time a companion fell next to him, this desire became even stronger.

"Fight back, fight back."

Yue Mu turned the previous whispered urging into an impatient loud voice, he was not the only one who read this sentence, almost every soldier was eagerly waiting for the order to fight back. Suddenly, Yue Mu felt a little empty on his side, he tilted his head slightly, and saw that the soldiers who were supposed to walk side by side of him had slowed down and had fallen behind him, and Yue Mu's pace couldn't help but slow down.

By the time Qin Dedong discovered the abnormality, his fruit had already begun to bend backwards, the soldiers no longer held their guns and strode forward with the beat of the drums, a few people had already held their guns in front of them and took small steps, when the Ming army launched a salvo again, the soldiers walked even more slowly, and some even stopped, only gritting their teeth to keep up with the team after a while.

As early as the last round of volleys, Xu Ping noticed that the team was starting to slow down, when they were still eighty meters away from the Ming army, and at the time of this salvo they were still seventy meters away from the Ming army.

According to the calculations of Xu Ping and the staff team, the salvo of the flintlock pistol would increase significantly every ten meters, so the closer the Ming army fired, the more the advantage of the number of muskets of the Guards battalion could be brought into play.

But after the Ming army's volley this time, a few fruits almost stopped moving, and the entire front was slowed down by them, Xu Ping immediately decided when he saw this: "Stop advancing and start shooting." ”

Zhou Dongtian looked at the predetermined firing position twenty meters away, hesitated and didn't speak, when he heard Xu Ping shout in an aggravated tone: "Start shooting immediately!" ”

The sound of flags and drums immediately conveyed Xu Ping's decision to the army, and the guard battalion, which was already as slow as a turtle, immediately stopped.

Qin Dedong stood firm, the soldiers on his side all looked at the position of the fruit chief, the three columns of soldiers in the second formation walked to the back of the first formation and stopped, and the soldiers in the front row of them rushed up to supplement the third row of the first formation.

Yue Mu and his companion beside him once again stood side by side, and when the commander's command to "fire a volley" came to his ears, Yue Mu put the gun flat with hatred.

"Fire!"

Yue Mu pulled the trigger with all his might, and most of the stuffy qi accumulated in his chest dissipated.

"Stand up."

The soldiers in the first row stood up and stood in front of Yue Mu.

"Fill the medicine."

Yue Mu held the musket on the ground with one hand, and couldn't wait to bite open the medicine bag and pour it into the muzzle, and another row of guns came from the opposite side, and a large number of soldiers cursed and fell to the ground.

"Ready—"

Yue Mu fell to his knees when he heard the sound.

"Volley—"

The soldiers in the back row who had come up filled the gap between the fallen soldiers, and they all stretched out their muskets to the opposite side with red eyes. While Yue Mu leveled the muzzle of the gun, the rifle behind his back also crossed the top of his head and pointed forward.

"Fire!"

……

As officers trained by the New Army's training team, Xu Ping and his officers also admired the power of salvo fire, so the firepower tactics they chose were the same as those of the battalion, and even the combination of passwords coincided. And the Guards Battalion and the Selective Battalion are like two apprentices taught by one master, fighting in an astonishingly similar pattern.

Buckshot whizzed by, and another gunner fell in this volley of enemy fire, and the projectile that slashed past the side hit the cannon behind him with a dull thumping sound. The commander of the artillery crew could not bear it anymore and shouted: "Fire!" ”

……

"Volley—"

Gao Chengcang felt that his forehead was already covered with sweat, and it was converging down his cheeks to the tip of his chin, but he didn't have time to wipe it, so he just knelt on the ground and aimed his gun at the cannon opposite, and the order to fire followed. The commander shouted and slashed his command sword into the ground, as if the more the sword was swung, the more powerful it would be to strengthen his men's rifles. The general face was already flushed, and he shouted hoarsely to Gao Chengcang and them: "Stand up! Reload! ”

Gao Chengcang felt a drop of sweat flowing from his eyebrows to his eyes, hot, he didn't wipe it with his free hand, but just shook his head vigorously, this shake not only failed to drive away the sweat, but shook the hat on his head crookedly, and the hat tether buckled on his chin was soaked with sweat and began to slip. When Gao Chengcang hurriedly pulled out the pass bar after compacting the ammunition, a hurried voice suddenly came from beside him:

"Tongtiao, Tongtiao, lend me a favor."

Gao Chengcang looked sideways, and the brother next to him looked at him anxiously, in the salvo just now, the soldier forgot to take the strip out of the barrel and crouched down to shoot, but the strip didn't know where to fly and couldn't complete the loading.

Gao Chengcang hasn't had time to react yet,

"Ready—"

He shouted with all the strength he could eat, and the sword in his hand was raised high again.

Gao Chengcang hurriedly crouched down, and the soldier beside him knelt down at a loss, and raised his rifle to the opposite side as he gave the next command.

"Fire!"

The general voice sounded hoarse, and as he swung his sword, his feet jumped off the ground.

"Tongjo!"

Gao Chengcang casually threw the strip to his partner, and the man was busy compacting the chamber of the gun that had been loaded. Then it was quickly handed back to Gao Chengcang, and when Gao Chengcang began to press his own gun, the cannon of the Ming army on the opposite side rang out again. The soldier next to him fell in response, and as the man fell backwards, the blood-stained hat flew into the air.

"Ready—"

Gao Chengcang, whose cheeks were stained with blood and sweat, knelt down in a daze, because he was a beat slower because of the passage note, and the shock brought to him by the misfortune of his companions made him scramble.

"Volley—"

"Fire."

Gao Chengcang completed the salvo according to the order, and at the moment of firing, he saw a black thing spray forward.

"It's broken."

When Gao Chengcang stood up, he found that he had forgotten to take out the tong.

……

Homer crossed his hands in front of him and watched you shoot back and forth, and it seemed as if the Breaker was planning to shoot like this until one side collapsed. This distance is undoubtedly not possible to launch an infantry charge, and the cavalry on the opposite side also has an advantage. While the soldiers of the Election Battalion were busy reloading, white smoke rose from the opposite side, and the sound of gunfire reached Homer's ears as he saw his soldiers bleeding again.

Four shotgunned guns launched an artillery bombardment, and after the shells were fired, the gunners hurriedly reloaded, and Homer stared at the intruders on the opposite side: "Shoot with guns and cannons?" Xu Ping, you can't win. ”

This question was raised by Zhou Dongtian, Yu Shenhe, and several other officers of the New Army, but Xu Ping said: "If it is an old-style arquebus, of course it is. ”

The gunners of the Forces nouvelles fired more than twice as fast as the arquebuses, but today they had to receive a round of fire for every shot they fired. As the gunners continued to fall to the ground, the rate of fire of several gun crews inevitably slowed down, and Homer gave another additional order: "Let the spearmen abandon their spears, come forward and pick up the muskets, and shoot at the thieves!" ”

"Yes!"

The spearmen of the Selective Battalion put down their weapons, stepped forward in a row to pick up their weapons from the pool of blood of their comrades, and began to fight side by side with the musketeer brothers, watching the volley of power restored, Homa clenched his fists fiercely: "Xu thief, see how long you can hold on?" ”

……

"It's terrible." Xu Ping looked at the artillery team of the Selective Battalion that continued to fire, this distance was not the best position he expected, and the first two salvos that he had high hopes for failed to achieve a perfect surprise attack effect, giving the opponent's artillery team time to react and shoot back: "Fortunately, it's not the worst." "Although it was not possible to take full advantage of the inertia of the old shotgun regulations of the Forces nouvelles to eliminate them before they were waiting for the best opportunity to cover the spearmen's assault, the guns of the Forces nouvelles had now suffered heavy casualties.

Qin Dedong felt that he was almost unable to stand it, and he had been holding his musket and shooting closely with the commander's order until the squad officer signaled him to pay attention to the control of the troops. Qin Dedong looked back and found that several of the soldiers beside him were already half-squatting on the ground, refusing to stand up and reload their medicines. The movements of these soldiers also affected the others, with many more dodging and bending over, half-crouching, or hiding behind others, and a few simply lying down to avoid bullets.

Seeing this, Qin Dedong didn't care about continuing to shoot, but ran to the team, pulled up the cowering soldiers from the ground one by one, and forced them to charge and continue to fight. As the battle continued, more soldiers began to fight passively, and even a whole platoon of soldiers did not stand up immediately after the shooting, but had to wait until the end of the salvo on the opposite side to get up and charge, which undoubtedly caused great dissatisfaction among the soldiers behind them, and also seriously slowed down the rate of fire of the whole army.

All the Captains of the Guards Battalion are no longer fighting, but are urging their men to fight. After two more volleys, the soldiers in the second row also began to squat down in anger, and as long as the front row could not get up to charge, they would never start loading. Seeing that the order was out of control and that it was difficult to maintain the fruit chief, the squad officers also joined the ranks of maintaining military discipline one after another, and there was more beating and scolding on the front of the guard battalion in addition to the sound of gunfire.

"Teach the team, come forward to supervise the battle."

Xu Ping immediately gave an order, and he looked at the Xuanfeng battalion opposite, knowing that it had reached a critical moment.

"The Xuanfeng battalion must be annihilated here, otherwise the war against Kaifeng Mansion will be out of control." Xu Ping silently thought in his heart, he could not tolerate a war of attrition, this was by no means an acceptable outcome for the camp: "If you lose control of Kaifeng Mansion, if you can't isolate the Shanlan camp, and if you can't cut off the reinforcement channel of the Beijing division to the new army in Henan and Kaifeng, then the prospect will become slim, even if King Chuang is fully engaged in the Kaifeng battle, it will be extremely difficult." ”

Qin Dedong bent down, intending to drag up a soldier lying on the ground, but the soldier wriggled and struggled, this disobedient soldier did not belong to Qin Dedong's fruit, and he was not familiar with him. Ren Qin Dedong was so good at talking and dragging hard, this soldier lying on his stomach just refused to get up, and just when Qin Dedong used his strength to pull the soldier up, a person jumped over and took out a handcuff and shot the soldier dead.

The squad officer of Qin Dedong's squad waved a handcuff that was still smoking, and shouted: "Whoever doesn't get up to fight again, don't be killed!" ”

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