During the battle in Quang Ninh, Zhao Mengzi saw a lot of blood, and also cut off the heads of dead people when cleaning the battlefield. But he found that there was nothing more painful than killing the enemy with his own hands.

Seeing the enemy fall to the ground after being hit in the blood spatter, Zhao Mengzi gritted his teeth in hatred.

Damn... Target! If it weren't for these miscellaneous things, Lao Tzu's family would still be living well in Guangning, how could it be like now, relatives are separated.

Damn... Target! If it weren't for these robbers, Lao Tzu might have been with the girl who was praised by the matchmaker......

Pulling the trigger fiercely, Zhao Mengzi grinned, happily watching an enemy being hit and falling to the ground with a scream worse than killing a pig.

Niu Lu Zhen Nahaqi escaped again, but his face was cut by shrapnel, and blood flowed.

Looking at the soldiers who were constantly falling to the ground in the smoke of gunpowder, he was both resentful and helpless, and there were more fears.

If it was a face-to-face fight with knives and guns, with his own skills and experience, he would have the confidence to deal with four or five enemies, but now, there was no chance to show it at all.

The blood was still flowing, the leg was numb, and I couldn't feel the pain. Nahazi held a spear and struggled to move it back.

A soldier who had been hit in the face by shrenchel was rolling on the ground with pain, blood gurgling from his fingers covering his face; A soldier lay miserably on his back on the ground, the tip of a little stake peeking out of his chest.

Nehaqi shifted his gaze, there was no way, he couldn't help anyone now except save himself.

And the sharp wooden stakes in the wide trench, which did not seem dense and not very threatening, became the biggest obstacle to rapid escape, and even a sharp weapon to kill them.

Through the blur like smoke and mist, Nehaqi saw the edge of the ditch not far away, climbed up, and got out of this blood-fire hell. He saw hope, and he seemed to have more strength in him.

However, a thunderbolt that fell from the sky smashed Nehaqi into hell again.

Although he was wearing a helmet, the force of the flying and falling was still heavy, and he was already very lucky not to smash Nehaqi to death on the spot.

In a state of dizziness, Nehazi fell to the ground. Then, in his frightened and desperate eyes, the thunder that was close at hand erupted into a blinding flash.

The sudden change made Amin and other generals stunned. And Jaisanggu, who was personally commanding in front, was even more shocked.

The smoke and dust from the explosion obscured Jaisangu's vision, and his heart became cold and cold, sinking into the abyss.

This was a blow that had been planned for a long time, but he didn't see it, five Niu Lu, 1,500 Jianzhou warriors, were sent to the slaughterhouse by him like this.

The muskets were still as dense as popping beans, and the flames of the explosions were still flashing, and their number had been greatly reduced.

Without the masking of the loud explosions, the gunshots could be heard more clearly. But instead of a roar in a row, the enemy was firing freely, which meant that the slaughter had come to an end.

The smoke was thinning, the pungent smell of sulfur hit his face and penetrated his nose, and Jaisangu's eyes widened and he stared straight ahead.

The vision was still blurry, but the pungent smell was getting heavier. Eventually, a survivor emerged from the smoke and stumbled back.

One, two, three...... These lucky creatures were in a mess, their faces were covered in dirt and mud and unconcealed fear, their bodies were stained with blood, they threw their weapons, and they fled without looking back.

The line of sight was clearer again, and the screams and wails could be heard more clearly.

A bleak scene finally appeared in Jaisangu's vision.

In the wide trench, flesh and blood were everywhere, corpses were pillowed, and the wounded wailed; Stumps and broken arms, weapons and flags were scattered in a mess in the bombed area.

Looking farther away, the corpses in front of the deer and the wooden stake were even more shocking. Horizontally and vertically, layered densely, stretching for tens of meters long.

Under the shocked gaze of Jaisanggu, the drums and trumpets on the Ming army's position changed, and the sword and shield men and musketeers quickly drove out, launching a counterattack against the embarrassed and retreating enemy.

The gunfire intensified again, and the musketeers pursued the enemy with forward shooting, knocking down the Jiannu, who did not dare to turn back, from behind.

The screams and wails were so helpless and desperate in the bursts of gunfire. The massacre took place right in front of Jaisanggu's eyes, and one by one Jiannu fell to the ground, rolled, and howled in the splatters of blood.

Jaisanggu's eyes were torn apart, when had he ever seen such a miserable scene.

The brave and fierce Jianzhou warriors were shot by the enemy like pigs and dogs.

From far to near, no, from Jaisangu's point of view, from near to far. The enemy apparently does not want to let any of them go, although this is impossible.

The sword and shield hands mercilessly slashed the wounded Jiannu on the ground, speaking of which, they were doing good deeds and giving a painful and struggling Jiannu a happy time.

Jaisangu subconsciously clenched the horse's belly, his teeth clucking, and he wanted to rush forward and hack all those hateful enemies to death.

It wasn't until his own soldiers galloped in, reached out and grabbed the reins, and reminded him not to approach the battlefield, that Zaisangu came to his senses. Although he was still resentful, he did not continue to rush forward.

It's just that just a few dozen meters after Jaisangu was uncontrollable and advanced, the shadow of death had already shrouded him, and he was still at a loss.

Although the new military system of the Ming army had planned the ratio of light and heavy arquebuses to spears and swords and shields, the implementation of the standards could not be guaranteed in the early stage.

Efforts were now being concentrated on the production of the Rumi Guns, and the large arquebuses could only be purchased temporarily from the Portuguese and equipped with a small number of troops.

Like Zhang Pan's association, only ten eagle guns were allocated, which was pitifully low compared to the two thousand Lumi guns already equipped.

However, the power of the eagle, as well as its tactical application, is still described in the Infantry Drill Codex. Zhu Youxiao regarded this heavy arquebus as a sniper rifle in later generations.

Many of the generals of the Forces nouvelles also believed that this kind of musket, which could shoot far and hard, could be used as a means of attacking the enemy's important leaders.

The same is true for Zhang Pan, who selected thirty soldiers with big shoulders and round waists to train eagle guns in shooting.

The effective range of the Lumi gun is about 50 meters, and the maximum range is 150 meters; The eagle guns are 100 meters and 250 meters respectively.

Of course, it was very difficult for muskets at that time to shoot accurately. However, the tactics of using concentrated fire can still make up for the shortcomings to a great extent.

At this time, the ten eagle gunners behind the breastwork finally had a chance to show their skills. On the orders of the officer, the ammunition was loaded with the maximum charge and aimed at Jaisangu, one hundred and fifty or sixty meters away.

Such a distance is something that the Eagle Hammer has never tried. And according to their respective shooting experience, they adjust the angle differently.

Strictly speaking, this is a rough shot, almost entirely by Meng. Whether you can hit or not, luck is more important.

"Boom!" Almost at the same time as the officer gave the order, ten eagle guns fired a burst of lead bullets weighing forty grams from different angles and flew towards the target.

Jaisangu was completely defenseless, and he gritted his teeth as he looked at the miserable battlefield, and forcibly resisted the urge to transfer troops to continue the onslaught.

The sudden roar of the Ming army's position, as well as the rising white smoke, did not attract the attention of Jaisangu. But in an instant, the buckshot was already fired.

Right next to Jaisangu, one of his own soldiers suddenly fell from his horse, spitting blood from his mouth.

The buckshot struck him in the chest, and although it did not penetrate, it was like a hammer strike, and blunt injuries were inevitable.

Before Jaisangu could react, a buckshot slammed into the left side of his face by chance.

Then, it can no longer be described as a blur of flesh and blood, it is almost a gorgeous scene of a rotten watermelon being hammered.

With a neigh, Jaisangu's horse was shot and fell to the ground with a thud.

In the stunned gaze of several pro-soldiers, most of his head was smashed, and Zaisanggu, who was like a brilliant firework, fell straight down.

This, this is the brave and fierce Jaisangubele who can conquer and fight?

The soldiers woke up slowly, jumped off their horses with exclamations and wails, and helped up Zhai Sangu, who was no longer in human form, as if he was mourning. Why, the Lord will die, but they are responsible.

In the binoculars, watching Jiannu crying and hugging the corpse, Zhang Pan showed a happy smile.

He Kegang put down the binoculars, very excited and joyful, and said: "If Jiannu is angry and desperately attacked, it will be good." ”

Zhang Pan turned the telescope in his hand and said with a smile: "I think so, I'm afraid that Jiannu won't be so easy to fall for it." ”

He Kegang smiled and said, "It looks like a big boss, maybe he'll come to take revenge!" ”

"I hope so." Zhang Pan lightly bowed his head, passed down the general's order, treated the wounded, prepared enough ammunition, and prepared for battle.

After this defensive battle, Zhang Pan and He Kegang's confidence was even higher, and they were more confident in defeating the enemy.

According to the observation of the second general, there were less than 10,000 Jiannu here, and with 3,000 musketeers and 2,000 spearmen, swords, and shields from Fort Arthur, it was enough to resist.

If Jiannu dared to divide his troops to surround him on all sides, Zhang Pan would be ready to concentrate his forces on the defensive side and attack on one side.

What's more, there is still a ship in the port, and through the fireworks to send messages, you can contact Zhang Bang and He Zan to come, and under the internal and external attacks, Jiannu will definitely be defeated.

Of course, Zhang Pan also has some regrets. If the Dongjiang Army has reinforcements to help in the war, such as Kong Youde's Right Association, and Jiannu, who is completely annihilated, it is also very possible.

Not to mention that the defenders of Fort Arthur adjusted their arrangements so much and prepared to meet the attack of Jiannu. At this time, Amin and Zilharan were holding their brother's corpse and crying.

It was only a tentative attack, and it was impossible for the Jaisangu Overseers to attack again. Amin and Zilharang watched from afar, and they didn't worry too much about Jaisangu.

But in the blink of an eye, the situation suddenly changed, and the Ming army was bombing frantically, and it was a dense musket fire, and the fierce fire quickly crushed the attacking troops.

Amin and Zilharang were also shocked and shocked, and they understood some of the mysteries of the Ming army's formation, and they also knew that they had been deceived.

But the time was short, and Jaisangu, who had died in a mess, was carried back by his own soldiers. This made the two of them unable to believe their eyes, and felt even more incredulous.