Cui Lao Er had already led the forward battalion to chase the artillery point and rushed towards Da Jiala. The gates of Da Jiala suddenly opened, and groups of soldiers lined up with thick bird guns.

"Haha, set up a fire phoenix! Lao Tzu has long wanted to take a few shots to have a good time! "The Fire Phoenix air-cooled light machine gun just produced by Jinling Gun Factory was also brought over this time to ask for an actual combat test on the battlefield.

Hua Houwei is of course most familiar with the 81 gun family and the 95 gun family, automatic rifles, squad light machine guns, which can be disassembled and assembled with eyes closed. Cui Lao Er personally operated the knife, lying on the ground on his right shoulder to refuse the gun, this thing was not enjoyable, and he directly got on a drum with a capacity of 75 rounds. The effective range of the fire phoenix was six hundred meters, and Cui Lao Er looked at the Aragonese private army opposite, and slowly immersed himself in excitement.

At this time, the war in Europe was still the era of queuing to be shot, Navaraccio was blowing a whistle at the back of the line, and the military band was beating a small drum beside him, which was extremely rhythmic. After marching to about 200 meters, suddenly a crisp burst of gunfire rang out.

The initiator is, of course, the itchy Cui Lao Er! The Cooking Wolf Army has never confronted the European army head-on, and as soon as this strange-shaped army appeared, it almost laughed off Cui Laoer's big teeth! Isn't this a pig waiting in line to be knifed? In fact, it was the form of warfare in the early days of the firearms age, and the two armies did not compare the performance and tactics of weapons, but the will of the soldiers and the organizational ability of the army. Why are you standing in line to be shot? Isn't it that the flintlock pistol at this time is not accurate at all, and it relies on large-scale firing to carry out fan-shaped strikes in order to achieve results? Who knew that in addition to Hua Houwei, a traverser, Daming suddenly raised his weapons to the level of the sixties and seventies?

Cui Lao Er's index finger was lightly buckled, dada, dada, and after two or three point shots, the Aragorn legion fell! That's great! The recoil is much smaller than that of the soul chaser, and it seems that the accuracy is not bad, good gun! Cui Lao Er grabbed the binoculars and carefully observed his results, almost laughing. Oh yes, destructive testing! It's so enjoyable!

Cui Lao Er pressed the fire phoenix to death, and his index finger held the trigger and didn't let go. With a click, a tongue of fire erupted and smashed into Aragorn's private army. With a rate of fire of 700 rounds per minute, almost instantly, Cui Lao Er ran out of 75 rounds in the drum.

Navarragio was dumbfounded, the neat line was like wheat in a wheat field, cut down by a brush almost instantly. Good discipline turned out to be the accomplices of the other party at this moment, many soldiers were interrupted by the waist, and the upper body dragged their bare intestines on the ground and wailed, and the team of five hundred people fell in an instant!

Collapsed, who can not change color in the face of such firepower? This is a hellish battlefield, and the enemy on the opposite side must be holding Lucifer's scythe, frantically harvesting lives. The cross is not a thing, the holy water is not a thing, and not to mention the thin uniform on the body. So in the short moment when Cui Lao Er changed the drums, the private army, which was still neat and majestic just now, scattered and fled in a blink of an eye, and even many of them were so frightened that they went insane, screaming at their mother to throw away their weapons, and lying on the ground with their heads shivering!

Navarragio ran into Da Jia La without looking back, and was dragged by the pale Olamilu, and roared loudly: "Damn Da Jiala, damn the East, oh my God, are those people?" They must be holding Satan's scythe! Surrender, Oramiru, or we'll all die! ”

"Yes, yes, their weapons are simply demonic scythes. But have you forgotten how we dealt with these natives? Do you want to taste the Iron Maiden? ”

Navaracho shuddered at the thought of the Iron Maiden's ubiquitous long nails, and then exclaimed, "What else can I do? ”

"Listen! Bring your men and stick to Dajiala! The opponent's artillery must not be able to hold out for a few shots, we still have a chance! ”

Olamilu is worthy of being a businessman's subordinate, and his ability to demagogue is really not bad. Of course, the matter itself was also true, Navaraccio had to grit his teeth and gather his soldiers, turn around and run towards the fortifications of the fortress!

Olamilu breathed a sigh of relief and drew a cross on his chest. If Navarracho also loses his fighting spirit, then Da Jiala will not have to defend it.

Cui Lao Er, who was not yet happy, had just quickly changed the drums, but found that all those Franc machine people were scattered and fled, and the angry Cui Lao Er scolded and scolded: "Cowardice!" Lao Tzu hasn't started yet, why do you want to pay? ”

Cui Lao Er was addicted, but he also lost the opportunity to solve the battle outside the city. However, anyway, it is to test the performance and tactics of new equipment, and just to test the limit of the mountain artillery.

Guo Guizi adjusted and shot Zhu Yuan with great interest, and the three mountain opening guns were lined up, boom! The explosions are endless! In just five minutes, 30 shells were fired!

Dajiala is just a fortress, not a reinforced concrete fortification in later generations. After suffering so many shells, I finally couldn't hold it anymore. Not only is the rate of fire of the Kaishan gun amazing, but the accuracy is also not a little higher than that of the front-loading gun. So the collapse of the city wall, which was subjected to more than 30 shells, was also a matter of course.

Navarracio yanked Olamilu by the neck viciously: "Didn't you say you couldn't shoot a few shots?" Didn't you say there's still a chance? You liar! ”

Olamilu's face was really as pale as a ghost, he no longer argued forcefully, but shook his head weakly again and again, and muttered: "God! Oh, God! They are the devil! Save your people! ”

Navaracho threw away the dejected Olamilu and looked at the helpless lamb-like soldiers, and shouted, "It's over!" It's over! Gentlemen, we are not royal troops, we are not soldiers, we are just some poor hired hands, let's surrender! ”

Dajiala is not all Aragonese, there are always a few Ming people. Navarragio sent out a few Ming men with white flags to demand surrender.

"My lord! My lord! Surrender! Franc asks for negotiations! ”

Three Ming men with white flags trembled and poked their heads out from behind the half-collapsed city wall and shouted loudly!

The sound of the cannon stopped, not because of the appearance of these three people, but because the mountain cannon was already ready to roast. When Tu Po Wolf saw the three people waving the white flag, he frowned and said, "What are they shouting?" ”

Meng Heizi, who was shocked by the sound of the cannon, still had his ears buzzing now, and shook his head, indicating that he didn't know.

The three of them were brought back after being searched by the horses, and as soon as they saw the slaughter of the wolf, they immediately fell to their knees: "My lord, the Francois want to negotiate with the adults, and they want to surrender with dignity!" ”

"Decent?" Tu Po Wolf sneered: "Come to the territory of the Ming Dynasty, seize the land of the Ming Dynasty, and slaughter the people of the Ming Dynasty, do you dare to be decent?" Wish for the moon! ”