After Pan Wu finished speaking, everyone fell silent.

Standing in place, he seriously thought about Pan Wu's idea.

"Zheng Jiu, here you know the Ming army's artillery best. Why is the range of their artillery now so far from what you say?" The person who spoke was called Ruan Fanggui, and he was a general of King Qin who came from Taiyuan Mansion.

"Huh? Ruan Fanggui, what you are asking, what do you mean that theirs is far from what I said. Did I make their cannons, or did I command their troops? I've only fought them once, how do I know so much?"

Zheng Jiu became impatient when he heard this, Pan Wu scolded me, forget it, and your grandson also rushed to question me.

"Your information is wrong, and we have suffered heavy casualties! Can't I ask?"

Ruan Fanggui also choked with Zheng Jiu!

"Say it again!?" Zheng Jiu's eyes were about to be confused.

"That's enough!"

A physical altercation was about to break out in front of him, and Pan Wu scolded the two loudly.

"Just do as I say! The troops fanned out and dispersed their firepower! Burn the wind! Tell the soldiers below to capture the first ten taels of silver from a Ming soldier! Win three, and the officer will be promoted to one level!"

"Yes!"

Everyone should be.

Let them come up with ideas, they don't do it, but it's okay to carry out the order.

Why?

Because the execution of the command does not require the responsibility after the failure.

Among them was Zheng Jiu, in fact, he wanted to suggest that he send elephant soldiers to charge, but seeing that everyone was silent, he didn't speak.

Anyway, he is not the person in charge of this war, and there are one or two thousand remnants of the soldiers under him, and they are afraid that the Ming army will die one by one, so they will follow the gangsters.

Aren't you Pan Wu amazing, find a way to go yourself.

Zheng Jiu looked at Pan Wu's back in the distance and thought silently.

Pan Wu's order was well executed, and the soldiers dispersed, gathering in a fan shape from the east, north, and west, and everyone rushed towards the Ming army as soon as Pan Wu gave the order.

After the shelling just now, all the soldiers had already understood the power of the Ming artillery, and one by one the soldiers endured the fear in their hearts, trying to numb their nerves with rich rewards for their exploits.

"Forward!"

But as soon as Pan Wu's words fell, there was a strange sound in the sky.

The soldiers all subconsciously looked up at the sky.

it!

If you can dub it, I'm afraid this is everyone's voice.

Cannonballs, here they go again!

rumble

Another hundred shells exploded in their camp, and the screams in the ears of the soldiers rang out again.

"What's going on? Isn't the range of their artillery only two miles? It's almost two and a half miles, how can it still be launched?"

Such thoughts sprung up in the minds of the generals.

Everyone couldn't help but look towards Zheng Jiu's side.

Look***?

How the fuck do I know what's going on?

I didn't make the artillery!

Still stunned, the second shell hit again.

But since their formations were much dispersed, the firing of shells was also relatively scattered. It's no longer as dense as it used to be, and no one can move forward.

Seeing that the opponent's artillery was not stopping, Pan Wu also knew that at this time, he didn't have to think about the problem of how far others were shooting.

"Full speed ahead!"

We can't wait any longer, and if we wait any longer, we will really become a target.

At least there are people who can break through the blockade of the cannonballs, as long as they rush to the front and start a scuffle, with a few times more than twice the opponent's soldiers and horses, the two sides will fight together, and the city will have to consume them to death if they have a little support, right?

"Rush!"

Not only Pan Wu, everyone saw this problem and rushed forward with their respective soldiers.

Even if the artillery of the Ming army is pointed at wherever it hits, it will always take time to adjust the muzzle, right?

In fact, they were right.

The speed of fire of a mortar is based on fixing a target, and if you hit a moving target and adjust the barrel back and forth, the speed will inevitably be reduced.

But fortunately, there were many Zheng soldiers, and they needed to adjust the muzzle only after firing seven or eight shells.

The frequency of the shells also slowed down, just confirming their suspicions.

"Speed up. Their artillery stopped! As long as we're fast enough, their shells won't blow us up!" A chubby general shouted.

I saw that he was sweating profusely and panting, but he still managed to rush forward with the soldiers under his command.

Because at this time, in their cognition, only rushing over to survive has a better chance.

At this time, they were still less than two miles away from the Ming army.

The Zheng army rushed forward about a hundred paces, and a new round of shelling began. The first shell exploded at the front of their ranks, accurately, and still powerful.

The soldiers could even hear the occasional sound of shattered shrapnel passing through their ears, followed by the screams of their comrades.

No one thought to stop and check on their teammates' injuries, and no one wondered if it would be their turn next.

Some are just mechanically walking on their own feet, struggling to move forward on the slippery road. Maybe you won't be able to live later, but at least you won't die now.

If you look at it from a bird's-eye view of the battlefield, you will see that it is a very strange battle.

The men and horses ran forward with all their might, just to avoid the pursuit of death.

The other side stood still, with only a row of gunners in the middle of the formation constantly stuffing shells into the barrels.

As for the crisp sound of the exchange of weapons, the trembling shouting and scolding of both sides, there was no at all.

Pan Wu gritted his teeth and watched his soldiers fall one by one, the terrible screams eroding his eardrums, anger accumulating in his heart.

He knew there would be many people who would never see the sun tomorrow again, but there was nothing he could do.

Because even if you don't take the initiative to attack, you still have to withstand the artillery fire of the Ming people.

And he still has a bold idea hidden in his heart.

The artillery of the Ming people is powerful, and it is also controlled by people.

If they can win this battle, or get some artillery, won't they be invincible? If this is the case, his position will be completely consolidated, and future generations will rest with the country!

One mile!

There's still a mile to go!

More and more soldiers poured over! As long as you hold on, there will be a light at the end of the tunnel!

"Rush!"

Pan Wu involuntarily roared again.

They are sitting and working hard for their lives, and the Ming army is not idle here.

It didn't seem to move, but it was ready for battle.

Xu Zhi'an put down the telescope he had been holding in his hand and picked up the walkie-talkie.

"Attention, Musketeers, get ready to shoot!"

"Roger!"

The calm voice of the commanding general came over the intercom.

Everything that followed made Pan Wu's nerves, which had been slightly relaxed, tense up again.

He saw the soldiers in the front row of the Ming army raise their muskets in their hands.

What's going on?

There's a whole mile left here, huh?

What do you give?

Can you shoot a fucking musket?

However, the Ming army told him the answer with facts.

One word:

Yes!