"Kill!"

"Kill the thief!"

"Kill the thief!"

The sea of fire was churning in the Beijing camp, and the anti-water Beijing camp cavalry turned their horses' heads and rushed to the place where Zhu Huan was.

"The whole army is in a long snake formation, in groups of three, taking turns to shoot!" Qi Jiguang was not afraid of the charging cavalry, and calmly gave orders.

Eight thousand musketeers quickly formed a formation, three people in a row, holding muskets and Qijia knives at their waists, aiming their guns at the cavalry.

"Fire!"

"Smack!"

Qi Jiguang gave an order, and the muskets fired in unison, and a fierce fire snake gushed out from the muzzle, and the projectile burst out, crackling and exploding on the cavalry in an instant!

"The first row reloads, and the second row comes forward and fires!" Qi Jiguang ordered unhurriedly.

Immediately after, the second platoon stepped forward and fired, and after a roar of explosions, the soldiers of the third platoon stepped forward and fired.

By the time the soldiers in the third platoon had finished firing, the first platoon, which had fired first, had already installed the ammunition and continued to shoot, and the cycle continued.

Although the cavalry charged fiercely, they did not advance under this continuous fire, and as soon as they rushed to the front, they were knocked to the ground by the musketeers.

"What is this, Firebolt?" One of the horsemen's arms was knocked off, and he wailed in pain.

"What kind of special firecracker, it's not like I haven't seen a firecracker, that firecracker thing may not be able to hit one shot in ten shots, and it takes half a day to change a bullet when you shoot it, what kind of thing is this!"

"Grass, what the is it, you don't even have time to rest?"

The charge of the cavalry was extremely tragic, and when those in front fell, those behind rushed forward, and then continued to fall, but they could not get close to the musketeers.

They still couldn't figure out what the hell that thing was that could kill them from afar.

In the hands of the musketeers, of course, the musket, to be precise, the arquebus, but it is one hundred and fifty years ahead of the present era!

The arquebus equipped by the Qi family army can shoot at the enemy from a distance of 100 meters, and the hit rate can reach 20%. The hit rate of this arquebus was already even higher than that of the European flintlock pistol at that time, and it was Europe one hundred and fifty years later.

At that time, although the range of the flintlock pistol was longer than that of the arquebus, the flintlock pistol almost relied on luck to hit the enemy, and this kind of one-on-one aimed shooting was simply impossible. The real advantage of the flintlock pistol was the high rate of fire, which could compensate for the lack of hit rate with the frequency of fire.

And Zhu Huan's musketeers, each of them has been tempered thousands of times, and the hit rate of 20% has been raised to 40%.

The disadvantage of the arquebus is that it takes a long time to reload, and it takes more than half a minute to change the ammunition for each shot, but Qi Jiguang divided the musketeers into three rows, and the first row was returned to change the ammunition after the first row was finished, then the second row and the third row, and when the third row was finished, the first row had already been replaced.

Under this kind of high-hit rate and high-frequency shooting, the beaten men of the cavalry of the Beijing camp flipped on their backs, and the musketeers were knocked to the ground before they even got close to the musketeers.

"The whole army charges at full speed, don't scatter the formation, concentrate together to break through their formation!"

Among the cavalry of the Beijing camp, Song Nian of thousands of households roared.

In this way, the cavalry of the Beijing camp was scattered and charged, and the whole army was wiped out after a few waves of shooting, but they didn't even touch the hair of the musketeers.

After Song Nian shouted, the cavalry of the Beijing camp also realized the seriousness of the matter.

They turned against the water, they didn't plan to survive in the first place, all they wanted was to bite off a piece of meat on Zhu Huan's body before they died. But if you fight as you are now, people can't do anything, and you are all dead.

Suddenly, the formation of the cavalry of the Beijing camp changed, and they were gathered together, like a sharp sword stabbing at the musketeers!

At that time, on the plains, the white horse Yicong used this trick, and three thousand horsemen killed them and ten thousand horsemen!

In the face of the sudden change of formation of the Beijing cavalry and the full-speed charge, the musketeers were also slightly inferior for a while, and the speed of shooting could not catch up with the charging speed of the Beijing cavalry.

A cavalryman rushed to the front, and at this time the three rows of musketeers had not yet finished reloading, and the cavalry was overjoyed: "The formation is broken!" ”

Yes, the three rows of musketeers were broken.

The Jingying cavalry is worthy of being the elite cavalry in the fierce battle between the Mobei and the Northern Yuan cavalry, and it is the top in terms of explosiveness and combat effectiveness.

However, the musketeer, who was about to be touched by the cavalry, did not panic, but calmly pulled out the Qi family knife from his waist.

The cavalry was a little disdainful in his heart: "The infantry is still delusional to block the cavalry, drink too much, you!" ”

The carrying power of the war horse sprinting to the extreme is enough to knock a person apart!

The only thing that surprised the cavalry a little was ...... The musketeer's knife, it seems a little strange?

"Chop off the horse's legs!"

The musketeer clenched the Qi family knife with both hands, exerted force from his waist, spread his arms, exerted the strength of his body to the extreme, and cut off the front legs of the war horse!

Before the cavalry could react, the horses toppled over, and the soldiers on the horses were planted directly, and after falling to the ground, they vomited blood, and felt that all the bones on their bodies were shattered into slag.

The strength of the cavalry lies in the charging power of the war horse, and the collision strength of the war horse has reached a terrifying power after moving at high speed, but if the war horse is out of control, the cavalry who falls off the horse will also bear a tragic price, just like this cavalry, the bones on the body are shattered, and there is no help.

The scene of cutting off the horse's leg was played out on the other musketeers, who did not aim at the cavalry, but on the horses!

The war suddenly evolved in a comical direction, and the bloody legs of the horses flew wildly, and the cavalrymen who finally broke through the musket rounds found that even if they got close to these musketeers, they seemed to be unable to defeat them!

King Qi's army is playing badly!

"Charge!"

When the person in front falls, he who is behind makes up for it.

When the soldiers ran out, the general made up for it.

Under this kind of death-sending charge, the cavalry of the Beijing camp had been killed and wounded in a blink of an eye, and Song Nian shouted "charge", but there was no one in front of him and behind him.

All dead, and he was the only one left.

"Smack!"

Several muskets fired in unison and hit Song Nian's body.

The projectile exploded on the war horse under Song Nianhe's seat, and blood and blood mist burst out in an instant, and the man and horse fell to the ground.

Until death, Song Nian's thoughts were still to charge, even if he was the only one left in the end.

Ride out the momentum of thousands of troops!

He is a soldier and an iron horseman of the Ming Dynasty. In the Mobei battlefield, he chased and killed the Northern Yuan cavalry, just to remove the danger from foreign races for future generations. Faced with this impossible battle now, Song Nian still chose to fight.

There is no right or wrong in war, and Song Nian has fulfilled all the duties of a soldier.

Bravery, calmness, wisdom and loyalty.

"Cao Xiu." Zhu Huan spoke.

"The last general!"

"The fire is almost burning, let's go and clear the rest of the people in the camp."

"The last general commands!"

Zhu Huan's fluttering words had already caused thousands of remnants in the Beijing camp to lose their lives.

Chop the grass without removing the roots, and the spring breeze blows and grows. Righteousness is not in charge of wealth, and compassion is not in charge of soldiers.

The Jingying cavalry, who had already surrendered, did not have to die, but they were forced by Zhu Huan to fight back, and finally the whole army was annihilated.

The principle that Zhu Huan believes in is: kindness to the enemy is cruelty to oneself. If you are soft-hearted towards your enemies, you will end up with a knife that cuts at you.