Due to the loss of the Ming army's flintlock pistol before, Zheng Kai put the shield-wielding infantry at the front.

But their shield is a wooden shield, and their defense is mediocre. Although Zheng Kai also regretted not bringing the shield car, it was useless to talk about it.

As soon as they entered the range of the Ming army, bullets whistled and fired.

The soldiers in the front row subconsciously picked up their shields to resist, but the bullets still pierced through the shield and hit the soldiers.

Screams rang out, but instead of stopping, they ran faster.

Zheng Kai had long known that the role of the shield was minimal, so he mobilized in front of the station. Tell the soldier that getting close to the enemy quickly is the only way to reduce casualties.

His orders were well executed, and at a distance of more than a hundred paces, the Ming army fired a total of four rounds.

Due to the relatively long battle line, a thousand musketeers could not use the three-stage shooting method, so the density of bullets was not enough to stop the enemy's footsteps, and after paying the price of more than 1,000 soldiers' casualties, the Zheng army finally had to meet the Ming army in a short battle.

Zheng Kai, who was in the center, silently breathed a sigh of relief.

The Ming army's muskets were so powerful that he couldn't find a good way to restrain them, but fortunately, their musketeers were not numerous. So he decided to use the stupidest and most practical way: to fill in with his life.

As long as your own soldiers get close, the overwhelming numerical superiority can quickly and completely destroy the enemy's defenses.

When the two sides fight everything, the role of the musketeers will disappear completely.

He silently counted the casualties of his own soldiers, more than a thousand, within the acceptable range.

The next thing to do is something that can explode when thrown, right?

Sure enough, as he expected, the throwers in the ranks of the Ming army immediately threw grenades after receiving orders from their superiors.

In the dense formation, the power of the grenade was brought into full play.

A single grenade can make a soldier within a radius of a few steps incapacitated, Zheng Kai saw that his soldiers were blown up and staggered, and the corners of his distressed mouth twitched.

This thing has such a wide range of damage, and there doesn't seem to be any way to crack it except to pray that it won't be blown up.

Fortunately, after two more rounds of grenade attacks, the two sides finally came together.

Seeing that the enemy had approached, the white-pole soldiers took the lead and stabbed the white-pole guns in their hands towards the enemy.

The men and horses of both sides finally began their first white-knuckle battle in a long time.

Immediately after firing, the musketeers retreated from the reserved passage, and their next task was to retreat to the center of the formation and throw them at the rear of the enemy.

The grenadiers hide behind the front row of soldiers, and they will then move freely and bombard the enemy according to their situation.

Since you don't have to listen to orders, it's up to you to throw as much as you want.

But the goal of all the throwers is very clear: where there are more people to throw.

Not only that, but some soldiers can be regarded as completely playing with grenades. In previous battles, they found that after the grenade was thrown, there would be a short delay in the explosion, about two breaths. So some brave soldiers did not rush to throw it out after pulling the lead, but took a breath in their hands and threw it out. This allows the grenade to explode just above the enemy's head, and the fragments of the grenade explosion rain down on the enemy, making it impossible to dodge.

Although a single mistake can cost one's life, there are many Throwers who are willing to try this thrilling way to detonate a grenade. Perhaps, everyone has found the joy of playing with firecrackers in their childhood.

Not only that, but the musketeers who had retreated to the rear began to shoot, and when they raised the angle of their guns slightly, the bullets drew a parabola and fired into the ranks behind the enemy.

This trick was still thought up by Mu Tianbo, and since the number of musketeers was small, he thought about how to make them continue to work after surviving the first few rounds of design. After thinking about it, he thought that if the bow and arrow could be thrown, why couldn't the musket?

After some experimentation, he found that the musket could really be projectile, and the range would increase.

But correspondingly, there is also a big drawback, that is, power

will be reduced, and the low accuracy is outrageous.

But even so, Mu Tianbo is still very happy, even if he can't kill people, but does it hurt if the bullet hits his body? If you are lucky enough to hit the head, there is really no problem in killing someone.

As for precision, that's even less to consider.

More than 20,000 soldiers gathered in a large area, and they couldn't aim at the same!

So after the 1,000 musketeers fired two shots to find an angle, they began the first projectile of the Ming army.

Mu Tianbo is very creative and has come up with an excellent solution.

But the rifled flintlock musket in the hand also contributed to it.

Zheng Kai, who thought that white-knuckle combat would take advantage, never thought that his soldiers' combat effectiveness seemed to be inferior to these guys with white-pole guns. The two sides have been in contact for a long time, and their own side has not been able to break through the first layer of defense of the other side at all.

What made him feel even more painful was that these Ming soldiers were fully armored and had extremely strong defense. A slash on it, as long as it is not critical, will not cause them any harm at all. If that's the case, forget it, you're fully armed, wrap yourself tightly, and your movements should always be sluggish, right? But they all look like they're not wearing armor, which is too unreasonable, right?

He had also tried to get the archers to shoot at their formations, but the results were surprisingly poor! These Ming people are wearing cloth and non-step, like iron and not iron, and ordinary weapons simply don't have any effect!

So he sadly found that his opponent was not only sharp-armed with firearms, but also extremely strong in white-knuckle combat.

Seeing that most of the stalemate areas of the battle were his own corpses, Zheng Kai's mind was in chaos.

Instead of breaking through, they retreated.

The ghostly throwers harassed, and the musketeers in the rear rang out like firecrackers.

What to do?

In the two quarters of an hour since the attack, their casualties have been at least four thousand.

The important thing is that until now, it has not broken through the defenses of others, let alone caused many casualties.

Fall back!?

It would be difficult for them to organize an attack like this one.

Go on the offensive?

There is little hope of victory, let alone the total annihilation of the enemy!

Zheng Kai began to regret his underestimation of the enemy, thinking that he could scare the enemy away by taking his soldiers around the border, but he didn't expect to lure the wolf into the house.

Knowing this, he must have been completely prepared.

If nothing else, at least the shield carts that resist musket fire must not be missing.

Thinking of the armor on the Ming army again, Zheng Kai became angry again.

"If my Zheng clan's war elephant is here, why fear his armor?"

He remembered the majestic scene of the war elephants charging into battle, and his heart felt aggrieved.

I knew that I would tell the generalissimo that a hundred war elephants would be transferred, and no matter what armor you had, you would have to be trampled on flat if you stepped down.