"Fire, hurry up~"

While holding a stick, he stabbed hard at a lead bullet that had just been stuffed into the chamber of the gun, and Fenghua would shout such a sentence in his mouth.

When he played the game, he played Garo, an archer thief, and it was right.

However, I still have some pressure in my heart, and I know that with my actual level, it is more reliable to use a short gun instead of a bow and arrow in battle.

Saying! In the phalanx formed by their guard battalion, a total of two small Franc cannons were arranged.

Relying on the astonishing lethal effect of a shotgun that could be fired out at an interval of only a dozen seconds, their phalanx has persisted until now.

However, seeing that there were thirty or forty horsemen and gold soldiers, under the personal leadership of a silver-armored general, they were killing their phalanx at a critical time.

Fenghua Hui didn't hear the sound of the little Franc machine firing for a long time.

Immediately, it was in his mouth, and he was a little anxious, and he couldn't help but shout out such a sentence.

Because he knew that in the face of the onslaught of these cavalry, it would be absolutely impossible to withstand just relying on the musket queue full of gaps.

However, the voice fell, and a crying voice came to my ears:

"Deputy Division Commander Feng, all the pre-loaded sub-cannons have been exhausted, we are stepping up the loading, and we have to wait for thirty numbers~"

As soon as I heard this, it can be said that Fenghuahui's heart was half cold.

The fact that the Petite Franc cannon was able to fire so quickly was entirely due to the kind of child-mother structure; But as soon as the pre-loaded subcannon is gone, the rate of fire immediately decreases.

Thirty numbers? That's half a minute.

But those cavalry in front of him had already rushed to a position of about a hundred paces, and at such a small distance, I am afraid that it would only take ten seconds at most to kill.

So counting on these little Franc cannons, it's too late to say anything,

So when a team of about 40 musketeers had just picked up their muskets and fired, Fenghua also shouted:

"Quick, throw a grenade~"

Under such an order, five or six grenadiers lit a grenade at the first moment, rounded their arms and threw them out.

Then, a total of 40 musketeers pulled the trigger, but only 30 muskets were fired.

The reason for this is that there are users with 4 muskets, some of the people who have only recently been added.

Although these people are also trained, their psychological quality is undoubtedly worse; So much so that in the process of loading, there were all kinds of mistakes.

For example, with a shake of the hand, the granules of gunpowder in the paper shell were spilled on the ground, and they were not poured into the barrel at all.

In addition, there were six muskets with hammers, which, when the trigger was pulled and struck abruptly, struck a faint spark that failed to ignite the ignition powder in the powder pool.

In other words, the musket was dumb.

As for the reason, there was still a bit of drizzle that was getting heavier, and the gunpowder and flint were damp.

Originally, after the improvement of Wolf Qing, this kind of brown beisi musket of the Great Song New Army far surpassed the one of John's lobster soldiers.

The 1730-style brown bess musket used by the lobster soldiers is said to have been used under normal conditions, and the rate of firing is more than 20%.

The new army of the Great Song Dynasty is only 5%.

But nowadays, everyone's whole body, including the body of the gun, has a thin layer of water beads, and the rate of mute fire of the musket has suddenly increased by more than ten percent.

If that's all there is, it's not too much of a problem.

It's nothing more than moving the hammer back and firing once or twice more and it always hits.

The key problem is that two of the seven grenades that were hurriedly thrown out hit the ground and bounced twice on the ground before they smoked.

Not to mention, like the other five grenades, exploded right here.

In short, because of the mute fire of many muskets, and the number of exploding grenades, only twenty or so of the golden cavalry were put down.

There were fifteen or sixteen horsemen left, though several were wounded.

Still rushing out of the smoke and mud from the explosion, he ran headlong into the musketeers who had just finished firing their muskets and had not had time to retreat.

Special! These musketeers didn't even have time to load their bayonets.

The main thing is that the bayonet is put on the barrel, which is a little too heavy; It can still fire after loading, but it shakes a lot after being held, which greatly affects the accuracy of shooting.

Or to put it another way, the accuracy of this thing was not good in the first place, and it was even worse after a while.

Therefore, even a group of musketeers who could not retreat, in the face of the cavalry that collided with them, despite the fact that the muskets were fired many times, the barrels were already very hot.

After holding the barrel of the gun, he brandished the hard walnut butt and smashed it at the cavalry.

It's a pity that such a counterattack of theirs is still a little inadequate in front of the cavalry that rushed over frantically.

In an instant, even the golden knight with seven or eight horsemen fell off his horse in the impact at this moment.

The queue, which was originally quite neat, was smashed to pieces on the spot; More Jin people took advantage of such an opportunity to kill them.

Even so, the rookie of Fenghuahui still did not give up.

Holding the short-handed gun that had just been filled in his right hand, he yelled in his mouth: "Those who have a chance will go to the phalanx on the left to assemble, and those who don't have a chance will break off with me." ”

As he spoke, he was already facing the leader, the golden man and the silver armor general.

If he must die here today, then he hopes that before he dies, he can drag this golden man to die together.

Special! Don't you know what grade you have, and you still have a student dragon wearing silver armor?

Coincidentally, the silver-armored young man with a horse lance in his hand also rushed over this side; The horse's head just rushed over, and it was a king-to-king.

In the blink of an eye, the distance between the two was only about ten steps.

At that time, he didn't even think much about it, Fenghuahui raised his hand to the chest of the silver-armored young general, pulled the trigger, and scolded at the same time:

"Going head-to-head with an opponent with a short gun? Sand withering. ”

As a result, after just a 'click~' crash sounded, and found that there was a dumb fire at this critical juncture, Fenghua had a strong urge to scold his mother.

Of course, he also knew that it was useless to scold his mother.

As he dodged to the side, he also wrenched his left hand towards the hammer, intending to reset it and bring another one.

It's just that at this point, it's a little too late.

Under the hurried avoidance, although Fenghua Club also let the war horse that crashed straight over, it couldn't avoid the silver-armored young general stabbing out a horse lance.

With the help of the horse's momentum, the lance, which had stabbed him in the left chest, first bent up.

After the lance bent in a huge arc, it finally pierced Fenghuahui's body and arrived in Kaifeng City, and it was only after it was created that it was an armor.

The next second later, Fenghua will find that he has been provoked.

I don't know which organ I was stabbed into, Fenghua will feel extremely painful anyway; Fortunately, at this moment, the short hammer on his right hand was reset again.

"Special! It's going to have to start. ”

With the last expectation, Fenghuahui pulled the trigger of his fingertips.

This time, the short gun was finally fired, and after a lead bullet flew out, it beat the young man in gold and silver armor who was only two or three meters away, and his little face was still white and tender.

At the moment when the gun rang out, Fenghuahui died with an extremely satisfied smile.

If he knew, the young general of the golden man and silver armor who was killed by him was called Wanyan Zongfu, not only the fifth son of Jin Taizu Wanyan Min.

He also has a descendant who doesn't know if it's a great-grandson or a great-great-grandson named Wanyan Honglie.

That is, in the legend, Yang Kang's father of the Jin Kingdom; I believe that the smiling face that was frozen on his face before dying will definitely be brighter and better......