Mu Tianbo arranged a thousand soldiers armed with muskets at the front of the line.

The river beach at this distance behind the walled wall was not wide, and Mu Tianbo's team was divided into three rows, using a three-stage attack tactic.

Next to the soldiers in the first row of the ranks, interspersed were grenades with grenades.

A little later, the infantry, and finally the archers.

Ma Xianglin's 4,000 white pole soldiers were ranked last, and such a formation was requested by Mu Tianbo on his own initiative.

In his words, the soldiers under his command can only truly understand what war is when they have been tempered by blood and fire. To put it bluntly, it is military training. Ma Xianglin thought for a while and agreed, he wanted to give Mu Tianbo a chance to grow, and also give the soldiers under his command a chance to grow.

Looking at the Jiaozhi soldiers who howled and rushed down from the wall, the soldiers in the front row were a little nervous, and some soldiers' hands holding guns trembled slightly, and their palms were overflowing with sweat.

Unlike the rebels who are on the run, they are facing the regular army of a country.

This puts a lot of pressure on them.

Seeing that the enemy was approaching little by little, and finally entered the range of the musket, the officer in charge of the command gave an order, and more than 300 soldiers in the front row pulled the trigger!

Bang!

Gunshots rang out, and the Zheng soldiers who rushed to the front fell to the ground.

The soldiers who finished shooting quickly retreated, and although some of the soldiers made some low-level mistakes in the panic, they were generally not satisfactory.

The first platoon of soldiers is loading, and the second group has already reached the predetermined position.

Then he pulled the trigger again at the officer's command.

Another piece of Zheng soldiers fell to the ground.

Then came the third row.

The Zheng soldiers struggled to advance under the fire of muskets.

"Brethren! Come on! Before they load their ammunition!"

One of the generals yelled.

In his mind, the loading of muskets was an extremely troublesome matter, and the distance between the two sides was less than two hundred paces, and it was fleeting.

But he was wrong, at least at this time the Ming army did not have an arquebus as old as them.

The range of the flintlock pistol was much worse than that of the Mineer rifle, but it was much stronger than the arquebus. The maximum range can reach one or two hundred paces, but the accuracy of the corresponding shooting is more impressive after a long distance.

But maybe the flintlock pistol is not accurate enough, and the shooting level of the soldiers is not good enough, but a large group of soldiers in front of you, just shoot with your eyes closed, as long as the power is strong enough?

Shoot the enemy you can't aim at, and you can't shoot the companion next to him?

Hurry up and reload, shoot with your eyes closed, and you're done.

That's what they're trained for.

When the second round of gunfire remembered.

The Zheng soldiers, who thought they could take advantage of the other party's reload, to run a little longer, were all blindfolded.

How can it be so fast?

This is the reaction of a large part of the population, and it is also the last reaction before death.

Again, one row, two rows, three rows.

When the gunfire stopped again, the charging soldiers worked harder.

At this time, the closest soldier to the Ming army was no more than a hundred steps away.

"Rush! They're loading bullets!"

I have to say that this general is quite competent, as long as he has the effort, he will quickly encourage the soldiers who charge behind him.

But his competence did not reduce the casualties of the soldiers.

Before he could get far enough, the gunshots rang out again.

What the fuck is this musket, how can it be so fast?

At this time, the musketeers shot by the Ming army had slowly found their rhythm and realized that the battle was really just like what was said above.

Reload, standard, shoot. Don't think about anything else.

As for whose life will be taken by the bullet fired, it depends on fate.

More and more bullets were fired, and more and more Zheng soldiers fell.

But under the impact of their fearless death, they are getting closer and closer to the Ming army!

One hundred steps, eighty steps, fifty steps!

The soldiers of Zheng's charge began to get excited.

They were excited, and Mu Tianbo in the center of the battle formation was even more excited.

"Thrower!"

Mu Tianbo shouted on the walkie-talkie, and the grenadier leader who received the order waved down the flag in his hand violently.

The throwers, who had long unscrewed the lid and waited to pull the line, moved in unison, and a hundred grenades were thrown.

If you say that under the volley of muskets, someone can survive and run to the front.

But with the explosion of a hundred grenades, it was not so pleasant.

The violent explosion made the Zheng soldiers' offensive pause, and the bombed ones in front of them were staggered.

The ones behind were so frightened that they stopped, and the musketeers of the Ming army still mechanically repeated the action just now, regardless of whether you rushed or not.

Reload, aim, shoot.

Even though the smoke and dust made it impossible to see the enemy, the screams of the bullets when they hit the enemy pointed them in the right direction.

After a few blows of muskets and grenades, Zheng's soldiers did not dare to charge.

The soldiers turned back to the back of the cannon, and Huang Laosan, who led the army, immediately gave the order to retreat when he saw it. Immediately, the rear team changed to the front team, and quickly retreated to the back.

Seeing the enemy retreating, Mu Tianbo decisively ordered the infantry to attack and chase after the other party.

The infantry, who had been waiting for the same, finally had a chance to appear, and rushed forward with their swords in hand. The momentum was unusually loud.

As soon as they rushed, the Zheng soldiers, who had no intention of fighting, ran faster, eager to grow an extra pair of legs.

But there is a taboo in escaping, and that is that it must not be messed with.

If it's messy, it's slowing down.

But the soldiers who were frightened by the power of the grenade became chaotic, and the front could not run fast, and the back could not run, so they were huddled together, and they were soon caught up by the Ming army who were eager to make meritorious contributions.

The Ming army rushed to the front of a soldier and slashed to death a Zheng soldier who had no time to dodge, opening the curtain on this counteroffensive.

These government soldiers, who were not originally called elites, enjoyed the feeling of fighting a good battle, jumping up and down on the battlefield one by one, constantly harvesting the lives of the enemy.

Seeing that they could not escape, the Zheng generals tried to organize a counterattack, but were soon targeted by the Ming army and besieged to death.

The walls of this level are not high, and they have collapsed under artillery fire.

But after all, it's not flat ground, and it takes time to climb.

If you go over the wall, you will survive. And those who fail to pass it will surely die.

At this time, an abandoned walled wall became a chasm between life and death.

The battle on the battlefield shook the sky, and while the infantry was pursuing, Mu Tianbo ordered the musketeers to step forward slowly and shoot freely, targeting the Zheng soldiers who were standing on a high place and were crossing the wall.

They undoubtedly became the last straw that broke the camel's back.

Two quarters of an hour later, the battle was temporarily over.

The Ming army killed the soldiers who had not had time to flee and retreated again.

And Huang Laosan escaped outside, kneeling on the ground in embarrassment and pleading guilty to Zheng Kai.

Zheng Kai's face was gloomy, although he was not close, he heard the sound of gunshots and explosions.

Judging from the intensity of the other party's gunfire, it was not difficult for him to guess how many men his side had lost.

As for the violent explosion, it should be the kind of secret firearm with great lethality that Li Ba said, right?