Seventy-five steps.

The sound of the Chinese military drum suddenly dissipated, and the sound of gold rushed into the sky.

When the sound of gold sounded, the big array stopped, and the distance of more than seventy steps, most of the guns of the Ming army above this distance basically did not have much damage.

With the help of the shield car, there is no need to be afraid of the Fran machine and tiger squat cannon in the Ming army's formation.

Erhe stared ahead, seventy-five paces away, and the situation between the Ming army arrays in front was already clearly visible.

He was dressed in an ordinary blue Ming army riveted cloth face armor, and around him, there were a group of archers wearing the same armor as him.

Erkh was in the third column of the lightly armored archers, and their ranks followed the auxiliaries and followers in front of them.

In the rear are the heavy armor soldiers in the army, that is, the dead soldiers, with three layers of heavy armor, carrying tiger guns, with knives, and holding heavy soldiers.

The queue of dead soldiers in the back row was less than three positions apart from them, and the armor leaves collided with each other as they went, making a crisp clanging sound, and they held a shield in one hand and a knife in the other, ready to be trapped.

At the back of the array, there are guard barracks wearing bright armor, bright helmets, and horses and guns, they are the white armor soldiers in the original army.

After the reform of the military system, they were organized into a separate battalion, which was generally led by the Jiala Ezhen of Ben Jiala.

They play the role of spearheads, entering the battle at the most important moments and delivering a fatal blow to the enemy.

This point is similar to that of the family members in the Ming army.

The same is to choose a striker, and the same is to defend against the enemy.

Dressed in dark blue satin embroidered cloud cotton armor, a lacquered blue iron helmet, and a tiger gun, Sele lived in front of the cavalry of the guard camp.

Because of his family background and the ability to command, Chasuka relied on his military exploits to climb step by step to the position of Jiala Ezhen.

But Sele is different, he relied on the tiger gun in his hand and the sword on his waist to break through the city first, and he was killed by a knife and a gun, and he was even given the name of "Baturu".

The heavy casualties in the front battle not only did not make Sele half afraid, but on the contrary, made Sele angry.

Over the years, when have they not been overwhelmed by the Ming army?

When were they not invincible?

When have they paid such a heavy price?!

Sele's eyes were full of violence, his expression was extremely cold, and he heard a familiar shout.

"Sichuan Soldier ......"

The shout made him extremely disgusted, extremely disgusted, and reminded him of a scene he did not want to recall.

In the battle of the Hunhe River, the shouts of the soldiers with white spears were the same tone he heard now.

Sele's expression was gloomy and full of anger, and his eyes passed over the guards in front of him, and glanced towards the front line of the Ming army.

The skirmishers who were ahead of them had already approached a distance of more than forty paces and were constantly harassing, but the Ming army array still did not have a single soldier to fire in advance.

However, between the gaps between the Ming army's guns, a small cannon that seemed to be a tiger squat cannon was placed at every other place.

Behind them, there were still many Ming army armor soldiers wearing bright helmets and armor, these armor soldiers were holding bows and arrows and shooting again and again, shooting at the stragglers in front of them.

The archers of those Ming troops had excellent archery skills, and the stragglers in front of them could only retreat when they were suppressed, and even lost a lot of soldiers.

You must know that those who can serve as skirmishers are basically shooters with excellent archery skills in the army, but they actually suffered a lot of losses in the stage of counter-shooting.

Although Sele has always looked down on the Ming army, he can't help but be vigilant when he sees such a situation.

The Ming army in front of him has distinct armor, arm guards, helmets, and armor, and they all look quite strong.

Those Ming army foot archers have excellent archery skills, wear heavy armor, and also carry heavy bows, and should be the Ming army's family members.

It's just that these Ming army families seem to be better at fighting than many generals in Liaozhen.

The Ming army should be the most warlike in the border armies of the towns, these Ming troops are obviously from the southwest, why is the combat power so strong, when did the Ming army have such elite soldiers?

What's even more strange is that the guns in the front of the Ming army are close to each other, almost shoulder to shoulder, hand to hand, gun to gun.

Not only Sele was puzzled, but Erhe, who was in the front, was puzzled, although he used a bow, it was not that he had not used a bird gun.

The Ming army's bird guns were all triggered by fire ropes, and they must stand at intervals when shooting, otherwise if they make a mistake or are not careful, they may ignite the gunpowder carried by their teammates and cause a riot.

Such a situation on the battle formation, especially during the confrontation, will undoubtedly have a great impact on the own military formation.

But at the moment, these Ming soldiers are going in the opposite direction, lined up extremely closely, and they don't seem to worry about this problem at all.

Erhe's heart was slightly cold, he didn't know what the specific situation was inside the Ming army, but he knew very well that the Ming army would never do this because of the ignorance of the generals.

This Ming army revealed a strange aura from top to bottom, from marching to array, from artillery to firearms, all of which made people extremely strange and felt weird.

A bright helmet is like snow, and patches of red tassels are like blood.

Erhe's gaze crossed the gap between the armor soldiers in front of him, looked at the red tassels fluttering opposite, and felt a palpitation inexplicably.

But the army was moving forward, and the soldiers were closely separated from each other, shoulder to shoulder, body to body, just hugging together.

It is difficult to change hands in the gap, how can you tolerate jumping left and right?

On the battle array, there is no room for hesitation, let alone hesitation.

When the sound of gold sounded, everyone stopped, no need to drink orders, no military orders.

Erhe was already pulling the string and drawing the bow, and the light soldiers standing beside him also drew their bows and arrows.

At a distance of seventy-five paces, heavy arrows cannot be used for projectiles, and Erhe uses a sharp-headed light arrow.

The armor-piercing and killing effects of light arrows cannot be compared with heavy arrows, but they can shoot farther.

Erkh will hold the tail of the arrow in his right hand, hold the bowstring with his thumb with a wrench, press his index and middle fingers against his thumb, and raise the bow slightly in his left hand.

Then the right hand only exerted a slight force, and the bowstring was smoothly pulled away by Erhe.

The surrounding group of lightly armored archers were also like Erhe, holding their bows and arrows, and firing their bows to gain momentum.

Countless arrows pointed obliquely into the air, the strings reached the full moon, and the creaking sound of the deformation of the bamboo tire with the composite bow body also suddenly sounded in the front of the Qing army.

"Woo————"

The sound of the conch sounded, and Erhe released the thumb holding the arrow, and after the string was loosened, the bowstring made of animal tendons quickly crossed the smooth wrench.

The string and arrow moved, and the bow quickly returned to straightness, driving the bowstring to continue forward, and the power accumulated on the bamboo tire and the bowstring was instantly released.

With the vibration of the bowstring, the arrows that Erkh had originally held in his hand flew out rapidly.

At the same time, a group of lightly armored archers around Erkh also shot arrows in their hands.

The sound of the bowstring vibrating for a while swept through the front of the entire Qing army like a hurricane.

Dense arrows swept through the air, rising almost simultaneously.

There were thousands of archers and thousands of arrows in the front of the entire Qing army, and thousands of arrows gathered together, like a huge swarm of bees, swarming and roaring out, and galloping towards the Ming army line on the opposite side.

Countless arrows pierced the air, converging into a sound like the wind blowing through the trees.

In order to shoot arrows that can be lethal, you must take a stance and rely on your feet and waist strength.

Archers are difficult to train, and it is impossible to send out dense arrows on the march.

There is a world of difference between the Qing army and the Liukou, the Qing army is the sky, and the Liukou is the earth.

Within this distance, the line was already scattered, and the salvo of bows and arrows was even more fantastic.

Chen Wang was guarded by a group of armored cavalry in the most central position, and in the middle of the formation, he also saw the rain of arrows attacking like flying locusts.

The oppression brought by the rain of arrows was almost suffocating, and the pressure faced by the soldiers in the front line was evident from being in the rear.

The arrows slashed up, slicing across the dim sky and heading towards the array of Hanzhong troops.

When it flew past the highest point and began to dive towards the position of the Hanzhong army, a gong and drum suddenly sounded in the Hanzhong army's military formation.

"Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!"

In the gap between the Hanzhong army's guncorps formation, the four five-pound cannons that were waiting for the battle also let out a thunderous roar at this time.

The huge recoil force pushed the artillery back sharply, and the thick smoke was already rising, and the loud sound of the artillery almost overwhelmed all the sounds above the field.

"Shelling !!"

The Qing army was in the front, and I don't know who roared, and everyone's hearts were raised.

Seventy paces was so close that almost none of the four guns missed.

The two cannonballs hit the shield cart right on top of it, and the shield cart that was originally strong and could easily resist the bird's gun, but the shield cart that resisted the Franco's cannon was completely vulnerable to the shells weighing five catties, and it was already shattered in an instant.

The shells broke the shield cart and even plowed a bloody trench into the array behind it.

The other two shells crossed the shield carts of the Qing army, one left and one right, and rolled into the rear and center of the Qing army.

The whistling shells rolled into the military formation, and in an instant they were already stirring up pieces of stump flesh and blood.

A few catties of cannons passed all the way, and clouds of blood mist continued to surge, and countless fragments of armor and weapons flew in the air along with the blood rain.

Erkh watched as the cannonball flew down, flying past the right side, and finally breaking the thigh of their cattle in the sound of a toothy fracture.

The face was still full of ferocity and evil a second before the split, shouting for everyone to move forward.

But now there was no longer the ferocity he had before, his entire left leg had been severed by the rapid cannonballs, and the white broken bones were exposed from the dripping flesh, and there were still some sinew on it......

The pain was so intense that he fell to the ground and groaned in pain.

The guards who followed him were all pale and frightened, and they didn't know what to do......

"Whoosh!" "Whoosh!" "Whoosh!"

The sound of breaking the air kept coming, and a large number of arrows poured down.

However, the damage caused by the arrows fired by the Qing army was negligible to the soldiers in the front line of the Hanzhong army.

The helmets on their heads are not defective products sent by the guards in the past, but iron helmets made of fine iron by the craftsmen of the Hanzhong Guard Ordnance Bureau.

The armor they wore was not the remnants of the previous cut corners, but a fine cloth armor inlaid with more than 300 armor leaves.

In addition, under the cloth face armor, there is also cotton armor.

Arm covering, heart protection, skirt armor, leggings, all available, not bad.

It is said to be a gun, but it is wearing two layers of armor.

While the armor has been specially modified to minimize the impact on loadouts, it still looks a bit nondescript.

The first batch of sea oaths were basically not equipped with bayonets, so all the soldiers of the Hanzhong Army wore waist knives made of fine iron, and there were many blunt weapons such as iron bones hanging on their waists, and they also had to be trained in melee hand-to-hand combat.

Zhou Changshou lowered his head, clenched the fire gun in his hand, and pressed down the helmet.

Without hearing the orders of the Chinese army, he did not dare to put his hand on the trigger at all.

A crisp sound of striking iron came into Zhou Changshou's ears, and the direction of the sound was his top helmet, and an arrow hit his top helmet, but it was not able to shoot through.

The light arrow struck the round helmet and slid away to the other side.

Zhou Changshou's head with a huge power belt was slightly biased, and Zhou Changshou subconsciously wanted to support the helmet on the top, but he remembered the instructor's admonition and the military stick during the training, so he forcibly endured the idea of going to support the helmet.

Another arrow fell, this time in his chest, right in the heart guard.

The light arrow hadn't even left a deep mark on the top of the goggle before it had already fallen to the ground.

The front line of the Hanzhong army was almost covered by the arrow rain of Jiannu, and the array of the Hanzhong army under the attack of the arrow rain sounded like the clanging sound of rain hitting iron pieces.

Because of the distance, some of the arrows fell not far in front of the Hanzhong Army's guncorps formation.

Dense arrows fell on the grass, like a pile of withered yellow weeds growing out of thin air.

Everything that happened in the front was seen by Chasuka, and the Ming army set up an array, placed the artillery in the gap, and protected it.

The artillery mounts of those Ming troops are extremely strange, and there is a rather large wooden thing similar to a shield on the artillery body, which covers the figure of the artillery soldiers behind them, so that they can calmly operate the cannons.

If you want to stop the Ming artillery, long-range fire is simply not effective, and the only thing you can do is to push forward and force it to retreat, or to capture it directly.

The rate of fire of this kind of artillery of the Ming army is extremely large, and Chasuka has already seen it.

The light arrow attack did not cause much damage, and Chasuka saw clearly that only a dozen soldiers had fallen in the front row of the Ming army, and the formation was still very complete.

On the other hand, their side was in chaos under the bombardment of the Ming artillery, and the military spirit that had been condensed with great difficulty looked like it was about to collapse.

Those soldiers of the Ming army fell, but no one turned their heads to check, and no one shouted.

The soldiers standing in the back row did not fear, but stepped forward to fill the queue again.

When did the Ming army have such courage and discipline?!

Everything in front of him almost turned Chasukha's perception upside down.

Chasuka now regrets it very much, if he chose to retreat at the beginning, at most he would only be bitten off by the Ming army.

And now, the cavalry of the Ming army is coming from all directions, and once it is dispersed, it is equivalent to destruction......

"Ringing snail, forward! Forty Steps Flat Shot! ”

Chasukha was ruthless.

The brave wins when they meet on a narrow road, and in today's situation, only by moving forward can there be a glimmer of life

(End of chapter)