Chongzhen 4329 is a good musket.

On the basis of the Dreiser rifle was improved, correcting a number of shortcomings.

But there is still a particularly prominent problem.

That's the bullet.

Chongzhen 4329 was still using paper shell bullets, and at this time it was starting to rain in the sky.

Before coming, Zhu Youzhen told Xu Zhi'an that the climate in Vietnam is warm, humid and rainy. Paper shell bullets must be stored carefully and do not fight in rainy weather, so as not to increase unnecessary casualties. If you don't die, it's better not to die.

But Xu Zhi'an didn't expect it to rain without warning, and it would be difficult to think about the undead now.

"What's wrong, Old Xu?" Zheng Zhilong asked strangely.

Isn't this good if it doesn't kill?

"4329's shells are made of paper."

"Made of paper, that's... What?" Zheng Zhilong's face was frightened. "Now that it's raining, can we still launch?"

"Lao Zheng, let your musketeers come up. Be quick!"

After Xu Zhi'an said something, he ran to the front.

"It's raining! Stop shooting! Get on the bayonet! Don't stop the artillery! All artillery, regardless of ammo consumption! Fire the cannon at the minimum firing interval! All artillery!"

Xu Zhi'an shouted loudly into the walkie-talkie as he ran.

"Roger!"

"Roger!"

A reply came from the walkie-talkie, and then the frequency of artillery firing was significantly higher, and with the addition of ten Chuyang 2 guns, the firepower reached a terrifying level.

Zheng Kai in the middle of the team was almost stupid, why was the firepower getting more and more fierce!

But this rainy road is even more difficult to walk.

Zheng Kai began to have a trace of regret in his heart, just impulsively, he was a little hot, and now it rains, and his brain is clear.

It's really damn good!

Hey?

Why is there no musket sound?

You're not afraid of the rain, are you?

Well?

Afraid of rain?

"Gan!" Zheng Kai screamed violently!

He found something amazing! I've been thinking about how awesome the firearms of the Ming army are, but I never thought that their muskets were also afraid of rain!

"Minggou's musket is afraid of rain! They can't shoot! Come on! Brothers! We've won!"

Zheng Kai roared, and the fear in his heart disappeared! The pace of his feet also accelerated.

The soldiers listened to the whole reaction, and the muskets of the Ming army stopped!

Oh!

Come on!

Their muskets were afraid of rain!!

Pan Wu, who was not far behind Zheng Kai, also realized this problem, and his excited heart jumped out.

A bunch of musketeers who can't shoot!

Rush and you're done!

For a time, the morale of the Zheng army was shocked, and the grievances of the past two days completely broke out at this moment, and the soldiers used their strength to rush towards the Ming army with their teeth and claws.

On the other hand, on the side of the Ming army, the artillery was still ringing, and the musketeers were all ready to bayonet.

The musketeers under Zheng Zhilong's command, who had been useless on both wings, quickly stepped up.

The situation on the battlefield seems to have changed because of a heavy rain.

But from the soldiers in Beijing, there was no trace of panic.

When the enemy was still a hundred paces, the guns of the First Sun were pulled down.

The musketeers in the front row clenched their muskets with bayonets in their hands and prepared for hand-to-hand combat. The latter ones have grenades on their waists, ready to be thrown out when the enemy approaches.

Zheng Zhilong's two winged musketeers also came up, and there were not many of them, with three thousand on each side.

After arranging the formation, they began to attack the Zheng army.

One hundred, eighty, sixty.

"Throw a grenade!"

Xu Zhi'an took advantage of the heavy rain to look at the situation in the field and gave an order to the walkie-talkie.

already

The prepared soldier pulled the grenade fuse in his hand and threw it at the rushing Zheng Jun.

For the 8,000 fighters who came to the expedition this time, grenades were standard.

Not much, three shots per person.

Muskets can't be fired, but what about grenades?

Don't be afraid, just throw it.

More than a thousand grenades were thrown out and landed in the camp of Zheng Jun, who was rushing towards him with a roar.

Boom boom boom~

The continuous explosions almost interrupted the downpour in the sky.

Zheng Kai, who had just been excited, was frightened.

Grandma's!

It's this kind of thunder again!

He remembered the scene of the battle with Mu Tianbo at the border a few days ago. It's this explosive thing that can be thrown out that makes them suffer.

How many of these things does Akito have?

How many did this guy throw?

At least in the hundreds, right?

Anything else?

Yes!

The Ming military operation gave them the answer.

Another large number of grenades were thrown, killing a large number of soldiers who rushed to the front.

But there were too many of them, and there were still quite a few people who broke through by stepping on the corpses of their companions.

And this number is still increasing.

They ran theirs, and the Ming army threw theirs.

The grenade is like that, it does not blow up the front, but it will definitely blow up the back.

Therefore, the casualties of the Zheng army did not decrease, but gradually approached the Ming army.

Twenty steps, ten steps, five steps.

Through the rain curtain, both sides were close enough to see each other's eyes threatening to kill each other.

Kill!

After paying a huge price, the Zheng army finally approached the Ming army with a sudden rainstorm, and then they were about to engage this army that was skilled in the use of firearms.

Pan Wu was desperately guarded by his own soldiers, but he luckily did not die.

He calmly analyzed the situation on the field and found that his own number was not dominant at this time.

Yesterday he lost more than 10,000 soldiers, Zheng Tao took away 10,000 soldiers after going around, and he has lost more than 10,000 so far today.

In other words, without Zheng Tao's soldiers, they still have more than 20,000 people on the battlefield at this time.

"Hurry up and get the dragon up, ask the Generalissimo for help! Let him send 30,000 soldiers and horses out of the city to surround and suppress Minggou!" Pan Wu touched the rain on his face and shouted loudly to the soldiers around him.

"Yes!"

The soldiers nodded violently, and ran away.

In Zheng Jun's imagination, these soldiers who can only use firearms to hide in the distance and shoot must not be good at hand-to-hand combat, and they must not be able to withstand them who have been on the battlefield for a long time.

But as it turned out, they were wrong again.

These Ming people didn't even have steel knives, but they loaded spikes in front of the muskets, and some soldiers just approached, and they were grabbed by a stride stab on their chests, and the armor and paper paste they wore on their bodies could not cover the blood.

If Zhu Youzhen was here, he would definitely tell them why they couldn't hold it back.

Because his soldiers' rifles were loaded with improved Type 56 triangular bayonets, the wounds they stabbed out could not be covered with duct tape.

Not only that, but these soldiers all practiced a complete assassination drill, blocking and stabbing, which was completely worthy of these elite soldiers of the Zheng Army.

Of course, in the chaos of the army, there must be times when you can't stop it, but what are you wearing?

Armor.

The soldiers of the Zheng army at the forefront of the battle found.

If you don't hit the point, it's too difficult to kill a Ming soldier quickly.

Doesn't it mean that rushing in front of the other party is half the victory?

But they were all stabbed to death, and they didn't see the dawn of victory.

Liars, all liars.

A soldier collapsed in a pool of blood and thought.