It seems that after waiting for a year, when in my ears, an order to 'fire~' finally came.

Like a long-time bachelor who met a little widow, Hou San pulled the trigger on his fingertips fiercely with an indescribable happy mood at the first time.

It was also at this time that he found that under the intense tension and suffering, the index finger of his right hand was cramping.

Luckily, the slightly cramped finger was managed to pull the trigger down.

And I saw with my own eyes that the piece of flint held on the hammer struck a large piece of sparks after hitting the yellow piece.

Then, I felt the shock of the musket in both hands, and a loud gunshot rang out.

At the same time, a force of recoil clearly passed through the butt of the walnut wood and passed to his right shoulder, making his body tremble a little.

Anyway, when a choking white smoke rose from the mouth, a buckshot was fired.

Hou San felt in such a short breath of time, but he felt happier than the day he and his daughter-in-law had a cave room.

The only pity is that when he pulled the trigger, a total of 26 musketeers standing in the first row of their second company also pulled the trigger in unison.

Even in the position of the Chinese army, hundreds of people from the two regiments and 32 companies lined up all the way pulled the trigger in unison at this moment.

Suddenly, a large area of choking white smoke rose up from the position, like a fairyland on earth.

After letting Hou San inhale into his nasal cavity, he immediately couldn't help coughing rapidly.

However, such a small situation, Hou San didn't care at all.

It was before the rising white smoke completely obscured his vision, and he saw such a scene clearly with the peripheral vision of his eyes.

A second ago, they were rushing up from their current position.

Seven or eight of the twenty or thirty golden soldiers who rushed to the first row blocked their hands in front of them when they pulled the trigger.

But this kind of practice is useless at all, and it can't save a small life.

In a burst of sawdust splashes, some of the golden people were directly put to the ground as if they had been hit hard in front of them.

There are also some people who have been shot, even if they do not fall to the ground on the spot, but they staggered forward a few steps, and they still fell like a wild boar with an arrow.

However, with such an incomparably beautiful scene, Hou San had no way to take a second look.

Because under the long-term high-intensity training, some muscles and action instincts have penetrated into the bone marrow of these new army soldiers.

There is no need for these officers to issue some new orders from the mouth of the platoon commander.

I have long known that today's musketeers, the musketeers, are fighting in three stages, but Hou San and the others who are loaded with muskets behind them and constantly delivered them over to fire.

Immediately, he turned decisively and hurried back to some positions at the back of the line.

Retreating behind the third platoon, after quickly reforming a battle line, he took out another round from the bullet box and began to reload.

And when they retreated, the personnel of the original second row took a step forward and pushed up, and after they were in the position of the first row, they all picked up the muskets in their hands.

At such a time, the white smoke that lingered on the positions on the positions was now a little thinner.

Let them see the looming figures rushing in front of them, and they can aim at them.

The generals finished aiming, and their company commander's order to 'fire' was heard in their ears with a broken voice, and suddenly another burst of gunfire rang out......

In the following time, the musketeers who were originally in the third row took a step forward and concocted the same way.

By the time the third platoon retreated, Hou San and the others had already completed loading, passing by their comrades with muskets, and once again stood on the front line.

It's just that a minute ago, the situation is very different.

At this moment, Hou San's heart was full of indescribable pride, and sure enough, it was the same as what Hu Shu's envoy and the chief instructors and chiefs said:

Jin people, there is nothing to be afraid of at all, the gun will die if he greets the past.

As long as they maintain a belligerent formation, the golden people will be killed in front of the battle formation one by one like rabbits.

However, the cruel reality quickly taught them a lesson, letting Hou San and the other recruits who had just raised their hearts know that the Jin people were not prey for them to hunt.

It's just a few steps forward and a firm position in the first row.

Hou San just felt some warm liquid, and at the same time as splashing on his body, an obviously extremely suppressed muffled snort sounded in his right ear.

Glancing at it with the rest of his eyes, he could find that it was a soldier in his class called Yang Da Egg, who was called Yang Da Egg, and the arm of his left hand was shot through.

Immediately, Yang Da Egg endured the severe pain and hurriedly retreated.

If you want to say such a scene, Hou San can still withstand it.

Then the last situation made him very nervous, because when he picked up the musket, after two or three counts, he didn't hear the 'fire~' command in his ears.

Although this time was not long, in the gradually thinning white smoke, those golden men had already rushed to the position of fifty steps in front of the formation.

Fortunately, at such a time, he heard the voice of the deputy company commander: "Fire~"

In an instant, Hou San and the others pulled the trigger in unison, and under this closer salvo, this time twelve or thirteen people were knocked to the ground.

The problem is that in Hou San's heart, there is no joy in such a result for him.

Because he had an intuition, when the voice of the deputy company commander sounded, it already represented that the little company commander who had promised to invite the whole company to their 'Four Seas Restaurant' for a good meal after the battle was now dead.

Special! His doll seems to be only two months old......

*******

Hou San's intuition was not wrong at all, the commander of their second company died in battle.

Even on his face, wearing a rather hideous iron mask with a new military standard equipment, he was still shot dead by an arrow.

Or to put it another way, this standard of iron mask, because of the fact that in battle, can not affect the flexibility of the combatants too much, although it is not too thick, but it can completely block most of the loss.

However, in terms of the power of the three-stone strong bow, it is as thin as a piece of paper.

Even after being shot through the iron surface, the terrifying power carried by the arrow also shot through the skull of Xiao Yao's company commander, and he died on the spot.

It's just that Han Chang, the golden man who shot this arrow, also did not have the slightest sense of comfort in his heart.

Since the strange gunpowder weapons in the hands of the Song people on the other side opened fire, although he has not been hit until now, one after another of his guards and warriors who are known for their bravery have been easily killed.

What's even worse is that he rushed to the position of fifty or sixty steps in front of the formation.

It was as if an invisible barrier had appeared in front of them, and they could not exist at all.

Even if he took out a three-stone strong bow in his hand in a fit of rage, he shot three arrows and dropped three opponents in the blink of an eye.

But the eldest of them, Song Jun, is just a petty official at the head level among the Song people.

On the contrary, at the same time, in a familiar roar, he turned his head and saw that dozens of steps on the right-hand side was a thousand henchmen under his hands.

Holding his chest, he fell down unwillingly, and he died on the spot.

At least the martial arts and body that have been honed for more than ten years, under the strange weapons on the other side, it seems that it has no effect at all.

Under such circumstances, he clearly felt that the fighting courage of his soldiers was rapidly eroding, and he was afraid that in a short time, they would collapse.

Such a point is absolutely unacceptable to Han Chang.

He still has to rely on the head of the Song people to continue to climb up and become a real big man in the Dajin Kingdom.

With such a thought, he threw away the big bow in his hand, brandished a big knife and led the way towards the Song camp to continue to kill.

Ten seconds later, Han Chang stopped more than thirty steps away from the Song people's camp.

With a sound of 'click~', the big knife in his hand fell to the ground.

Looking down at the vital points of his chest and abdomen, there were at least a dozen bleeding wounds, and his face was full of bitter expressions, wanting to say something before he died.

But after opening his mouth, a hunter in the new army pulled the trigger at his fingertips.

Under the action of rifling, a special lead bullet rotated continuously after being discharged, hitting Han Chang's head, and flew out of the back of his head with a stream of blood.

So far, it was originally known as Jin Chu in history, one of the top ten famous generals of the Jin Kingdom.

Relying on the frenzied massacre of the Han people under his command, as well as the Song army to show loyalty to the master, Han Chang, who finally became the general of the Jin Hussar Guard, collapsed like a piece of rotten meat......

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