A good sprinter can reduce the speed of 100 meters to less than 10 seconds, and the last 10 meters can not take even a second. For horses with better running ability, the time to run more than ten meters after acceleration is even shorter. And for the cavalry that collided with each other, the distance of more than ten meters was really an instant.

It is analyzed according to the experience of the Guards cavalry in the martial arts chessboard and daily training. It is also more than ten meters away, and it is also alternate in an instant, compared to slashing people with a knife in the last close distance, holding a big troll in his hand and pasting people with more than 20 projectiles. Especially when the big trolls are carried by a whole row of cavalry in a dense queue, the effect of face pasting is better.

Not to mention the psychological sense of security brought by medium-distance shooting, as far as the actual combat is concerned, the person who hits the opposite side does not know if it hits the other side, but the loud noise and thick smoke can definitely startle the enemy's war horse and neigh.

Horses are extremely sensitive animals, and untrained horses can have all kinds of problems when faced with accidents. The cavalry guards plugged the ears of their horses to reduce the impact of loud noises and smoke, and carried out repeated training. The Arabian horses on the other side had never seen such a scene at all, and they would lose control at the last moment of a high-speed collision.

Some horses will be blown to pieces by the projectiles of the 'face attack', and they will fall along with the knights they are carrying. Some horses are lucky enough to escape the fate of being bombarded, and they will also deflect in a moment, subconsciously dodge and slow down. As long as you deflect it a little, you can miss your knight's attack.

There are also some horses that are not in the first row of the attack column, and they will be restrained by the strange situation in front of them, and they will raise their front hooves, unwilling to continue the attack. Waiting for them will be the follow-up Guards cavalry flying by, and the projectiles that will shoot like a target. Whether it is a person or an animal, the reaction when encountering an unexpected situation is to stop, not to continue to rush.

A flintlock pistol is not an arquebus, and the latter holds the barrel for two or three seconds to fire a projectile after pulling the trigger, while the former fires within a few tenths of a second. In fact, the Guards cavalry completed all the preparations for aiming when they were more than 20 meters away from the enemy, pulled the trigger, and when the recoil from the butt of the rifle came, they would actively deflect the horse's head and let the brothers in the back row continue to attack.

Due to the fact that the entire attack line was an inclined plane, the Guards cavalry opened fire on the enemy on their own side. Row after row of cavalry stepped forward in turn, bombarding in turn, sweeping over the enemy in front of them.

Each shotgun resembles a large broomstick, and the first row of shots is often not very effective, but it is enough to slow down the enemy in a panic. The people in the back row rushed up at a high speed to bombard the enemies who were running around and even standing at a loss.

In the face of hot weapons, the defense of the Holy Light against cold weapons is too weak.

Generally, cavalrymen must hold short-barreled shotguns with both hands, but the leader and Zhuo can hold one in each hand. 'Dogmeat' had a heart-to-heart with her, and deliberately jumped up from the ground to keep her body steady before she opened fire. In that brief moment, she aimed at the enemy on the other side. That's really a shot, and it's very refreshing.

In the military formation, the cooperation of the cavalry is also subject to unified command. Everyone moves forward rhythmically, reasonably distributes goals, and exerts their own firepower. With each round of fire, three or four cavalrymen will inevitably fall on the opposite side, and the enemy's ranks will be stripped of a layer.

Waiting for layer after layer of enemy cavalry to fall, the entire company of the Guards cavalry was like a scorching wind blowing scorching gunsmoke, and after harvesting a batch of enemy flesh and blood, it ran lightly in front of the already routed enemy.

The roaring gunfire spread throughout the four fields, and it was deafening. The Portuguese cavalry squad that accelerated the impact seemed to be menacing, but it was beaten in front of the more fierce and domineering projectiles. More than a dozen Portuguese cavalry were all swept off their horses, and there was mourning everywhere in the smoke of gunpowder.

The Arab slave cavalry behind the Portuguese army was also met head-on, and these fierce slaves with scimitars screamed and followed the white men in front of them to charge, only to be blindfolded at the moment of the gunshot. They did not think that anyone could shoot on horseback, so that the convulsed Arabian horses were running with their hooves raised, and their sprinting backs were forced to show their backs.

The slave cavalry in front of him had to exert great effort to hold the reins in an attempt to regain control of the horses, and were immediately killed by the rushing Guards cavalry. The slave cavalry that followed the attack played their usual faults, and they were very powerful in a good fight, revealing their prototypes once they encountered a strong enemy, and fled with a roar and a turn.

From beginning to end, He Zhuo didn't care about anything special about the enemy on the other side. She strengthened her ranks with a military formation, and after a musket assault, she quickly moved away, no longer engaging in hand-to-hand combat with her opponents. The cavalry of 90 men fought more easily than on the training ground, and not a single cold hair was injured, but more than 40 people were killed and wounded on the opposite side.

Retreating a little later, the Guards cavalry reloaded their shotguns on horseback, and the enemy who had just been hit was fleeing. Not only was the frontal assault defeat of the enemy, but even the roundabout slave cavalry was frightened and retreated when they saw their own miserable situation.

Lord Muhammad was too old to personally direct his slave cavalry to charge. He watched from behind, watching the elite he had trained to step forward, and then he was beaten up by the Oriental cavalry who rode inferior horses - the slave cavalry were warriors who had been trained for more than ten years, and they were skillful, brave and good at fighting, fearless of life and death, only to be knocked down by a single shot.

This doesn't give people a chance to show their martial arts at all.

Lord Costa and Father Merlot, who were watching the battle from the rear, were even more sluggish, with a smile on their faces, but their smiles were stiff like ghosts. They were far away, and they didn't see how the cavalry of the two sides were fighting, only that for a moment white smoke rose from the front, and a series of gunfire came from the wind, and then their men and horses scattered and fled.

It's magical.

Lord Costa stayed for a long time, wiped his eyes with his hands, and looked closely. How he wished it was just an illusion that his sweet nephew Anthony would be able to ride back on his horse and declare victory to him.

"Your Excellency, please remain calm. The battle is not over, we need your command. As for Anthony, God will take care of his poor soul. Father Merlot was also taken aback by the outcome of the battle, but he had to hold on to Lord Costa beside him.

"No, Anthony is alive." Lord Costa screamed.

"We can send someone to see that poor Anthony may be injured and needs our rescue. But now you have to accept the reality that these eastern cavalry we are facing are all minions of the devil ....... Father Merlot looked at Lord Costa, hoping to calm him down with some magic.

"No, my Anthony is still alive." Lord Costa shouted excitedly, and he shouted to the guards behind him, "Go and get my nephew back." ”

On the battlefield hundreds of meters away, His Excellency Anthony, a Portuguese cavalry officer, was indeed still alive. He had just been shot twice in the impact of a musket, but fortunately survived by the shelter of an ancestral cross on his chest. After he fell off the horse, one of his legs was crushed by the horse's corpse. He couldn't pull out his thighs, so he could only prop up his body and look around, looking dazed.

The battlefield was filled with a strong smell of gunsmoke. Anthony's mount was knocked off half of his skull, and he fell to the ground dead on the spot, blood splattered all over Anthony's body. The scene that had just been full of excitement turned deserted. In the sea breeze, twisted corpses fell to the ground. The dozen or so Portuguese cavalry who accompanied him were all killed, and none survived.

On the road of the assault, there were also more than two dozen Arab slave cavalry. Some were killed, others were badly wounded and screamed—Anthony felt that the wounded were howling, because he could only see the pained expressions and open mouths of the other men, but could not hear anything.

"I'm deaf." Anthony touched his ear, and there was blood flowing wet from his ear. His head was still dizzy at the moment, from the shot that hit him in the face.

After a while, several Portuguese guards ran over and moved the carcass away. A priest who followed him performed a magic spell on Anthony to heal his injuries. He felt his ears return to normal, the noise around him poured in, and the pain in his body poured into his brain, causing him to let out a burst of screams.

"Ah...... God, my leg, my leg is broken." During the transport, Anthony let out a heart-rending cry of pain. He was quickly transported down from the battle line and transported to his uncle.

The marching procession from Goa City had to stop. Hundreds of native soldiers armed with spears formed a defensive line, and the main force of hundreds of governor's guards and Portuguese cavalry was also put on alert. A large number of men are deploying defensive formations on the road to deal with possible attacks.

Anthony was placed on a stretcher, he looked at Lord Costa in pain and weakness, shook his head slightly and said, "I'm sorry, uncle. I have taken the glory of my family's honor out of it. How I wished I could win, but I ...... and failed. ”

"No, you're a brave boy." Lord Costa dismounted, grabbed his nephew's arm, and said, "But you must tell me, what happened to you just now?" ”

"The cavalrymen of the East, armed with muskets, have broken our men with muskets at close range." Anthony said. Just thinking about what had just happened to him made him tremble.

"Muskets?" Lord Costa expressed surprise, "How could they possibly operate muskets on horseback?" ”

"Not an arquebus, it should be a flintlock pistol. The new spring-wheel flintlock pistol can be used in any environment. Anthony said.

The acquisition of ancient spring steel is simply metaphysics, and it is more difficult to obtain a piece of steel with sufficient elasticity than five million. Before the invention of a more efficient hammer flint mechanism, there was also a spring wheel flint device that appeared more than a hundred years ago. But the reed wheel mechanism is as precise as a clock, expensive and unreliable, and it will break down after a few shots, and it has not been popularized.

In the eyes of Europeans, only this kind of immature technology can be used on the back of a bumpy horse. After all, although the arquebus is cheap, it is even afraid of wind and rain, and it is absolutely impossible to fire on horseback.

This speculation amazed the Portuguese officers and priests who had gathered around, and they looked back at the hot air balloon about three or four kilometers away, and their hearts were mixed—no one knew what was going on with the balloon floating in mid-air, and now there were flintlock pistols. The enemy may have made great strides in technology, which is not good.

"Your Excellency, those Eastern cavalry are back." The indigenous officers on the periphery ran over in a panic and shouted.

Everyone hurriedly turned their heads, only to see that the opponent who won the game by a small margin appeared on the low dirt slope just now. This time, however, they only looked at the defensive line formed by the guarded Portuguese army and indigenous soldiers, and immediately rode their horses and galloped towards the rear of the army.

Lord Costa immediately shouted: "Hurry up and chase the cavalry, don't let these devils attack the troops in our rear." ”

Pursuit?

There were also several Portuguese cavalry officers at the scene, and their hearts trembled when they looked at Antony's tragic situation and then at the oriental devil who came and went like the wind.