Emperor Ming Dynasty

Chapter 166 Lord of Shu
"Crack-"

Suddenly Feng Shuangli heard a strange sound.

"boom--"

There was a pain in the chest, and a lot of blood came out.

Looking at his chest in disbelief, Feng Shuangli collapsed with resignation.

"Hey, the short gun bestowed by His Royal Highness King Hanyang is really powerful!"

Seeing Feng Shuangli's death, Zeng Ying didn't take it seriously, and became more and more happy about the short gun in his hand.

"Kill—" put it on the horse's back, and Zeng Ying continued to kill all directions.

In the front, nearly [-] Western troops were crowded and crowded, and they kept pouring into the Ming army. Even in the face of a large number of tiger squatting guns, it was difficult to stop them.

Taking advantage of the number of people, the Western Army kept approaching the Qin Army, trying to offset the power of the artillery.

After all, the range of the Fran cannon is only one to two miles.

Zhu Yixi stared intently. If he really relied on the accumulation of numbers to break through the army formation, it would be like the Yellow River bursting its embankment, and it would be impossible to stop it.

The narrow battlefield space is surrounded by densely packed enemy troops, and people will involuntarily choose to retreat. No matter how many elites there are, it will be difficult to restore the situation.

"Let the Firearms Battalion come out!"

Zhu Yixi ordered in a deep voice.

In the past few months, the cavalry and heavy infantry have performed the best.

The heavy infantry resisted the tower, the cavalry sneaked in, the rear army crushed, and it was tried and tested to deal with intruders and western thieves.

However, facing the overwhelming army of 200,000, it can no longer be like this.

Soon, the Firearms Battalion moved forward, and the heavy infantry struggled to move to the wings, gradually giving way to the front line.

"preparation!"

Crash, set up a cross wooden pole, raise the gun to fix it in front, and aim at the rear.

After a while of cleaning the guns, feeding the medicine, and stuffing the bullets, in a short while, thousands of guns were raised, about ten feet long, like small-caliber artillery, moving forward in the dark.

This time, Zhang Xianzhong in the rear was taken aback: "What kind of bird gun is this, it's so huge?"

It was the first time that the Western Army saw such a huge blunderbuss after more than ten years of fighting with the official army. Not only the generals in the rear, but even the cannon fodder in the front were stunned.

But the back didn't know, it just squeezed the front, forcing them to rush forward.

The battlefield is narrow, and there are only thousands of Western troops fighting in front.

They think that holding a gun is like a shotgun, and they are not afraid of the accuracy of the shotgun.

"Launch!" When approaching a hundred paces, he waved the flag fearlessly.

"Bang bang bang-"

Thousands of loud noises resounded across the battlefield, and the thick gunpowder smoke could almost suffocate people.

The shooter with the gun began to clean the chamber and prepare the gunpowder, while the other knelt down on one knee, picked up the flintlock, and aimed again.

"Flintlock ready, fire—"

Crackling!

The two different voices really made Xijun dizzy.

In just one minute (sixty seconds), guns and flintlock guns were fired one after another, and the smoke on the battlefield became thicker and thicker.

Within a hundred steps, there was an open space, and there was no one standing except for the fallen corpses and wounded soldiers.

It looked extremely miserable, with viscera, limbs and arms, flesh and blood flying everywhere, and brains bursting, covering the floor.

This is completely different from what I thought in the past, the flesh hole the size of a copper coin is almost a blood hole the size of a bowl, in which one must die.

Even if someone wears armor, it is still difficult to live.

Now, a hundred steps away, the Western Army watched tremblingly, wanting to leave in panic.

But the battlefield was crowded with people, and the rear didn't know the suffering in front, but they still rushed forward and were forced to wrap up and leave.

bang bang bang-

crackling-

Raising the gun and firing the gun, you come and go, mixed attack, there is no gap at all.

The Fran machine gun and the tiger squat gun are not far behind, one is long-range and the other is short-range, covering several miles nearby.

The gunpowder is almost gone.

"How could it be, how could it be?"

Zhang Xianzhong looked away, his eyes full of shock.

Although I couldn't see the specific situation ahead, but seeing the soldiers who were constantly crowded forward, never returning, the front army suddenly showed signs of collapse.

This caused huge waves in his heart.

"What's this weird shotgun that goes so fast?"

"Is this a bottomless pit? There is no effect."

"Father, this is very weird!"

Sun Kewang frowned and said: "It's better to start from the two wings, and break through the army."

Zhang Xianzhong heard the words, Huanglian still refused to accept: "Continue to attack, I don't believe that you can get closer faster than our army by using gunpowder."

However, relying on the abundance of troops, he added: "Send another [-] to focus on the two wings, and it is bound to break through its front line."

"Father, the Chinese army is weak."

Liu Wenxiu said cautiously: "It's better to keep more soldiers and horses to prevent the cavalry from making a surprise attack."

Zhang Xianzhong looked at the scattered cavalry in the distance who were eager to try, and gritted his teeth: "If Dingguo is here, how can these thousands of cavalry be allowed to cause trouble?"

Thinking about it, he put on a desperate expression: "What's the use of keeping it?"

"In Sichuan, surrounded by mountains and mountains, there is no escape, so we can only fight with all our strength."

What I said was quite tragic.

But in the eyes of everyone, it is somewhat appropriate.

I thought that relying on the superiority of troops, as in the past, if they charged forward, no matter how elite the Ming army was, they could only collapse.

Unexpectedly, this Ming army was extremely resilient, not only withstood the offensive, but continued to push forward, which made people frightened.

Zhang Xianzhong insisted on going his own way, and the others had no choice but to force the front army to advance.

However, the pincer attack of artillery and muskets was too fierce, and the rear could not be seen clearly, but the front was witnessed.

In an instant, feces and urine flew together, and tears and snot mixed together. Even though he was forcefully forced, he still did not dare to move forward.

The bombing of nearly two quarters of an hour forced tens of thousands of people to die. Most of them stopped and couldn't wait to go backwards or run on both wings, never daring to move forward easily.

Seeing this, the artillery also gradually moved to the left and right wings, and the front was controlled by the raised gun and the flintlock.

The Western Army did not move forward, but the Firearms Battalion did not let them go.

The flintlock guns were carried on their shoulders, one person raised the muzzle and the other raised the breech, stuffed with gunpowder bullets, and walked forward step by step.

Seeing the power, the Western Army seemed to have seen the God of Plague, and under pressure, they ran towards the two wings in a figure-eight shape.

Tens of thousands of people panicked.

Of course, there are also those who are not afraid of death and insist on rushing forward.

"Bang bang bang-"

The barrel of the gun was hot again, and a huge projectile flew forward.

Hundreds of warriors lay on their backs like rags, unable to get up again.

This time, there was no one to stop them, and the Chinese army of the Western Army opened their eyes wide open.

Zhang Xianzhong and the others were dumbfounded.

With just a few thousand bird guns, the former army was defeated?

"He's stalking the sun, I'm still afraid of your thousands of bird guns?"

Zhang Xianzhong was furious, and roared in disbelief, ordering the Chinese army, that is, the elite old battalion, to move forward and encircle.

At this time, the cavalry who had been wandering around suddenly found that the old camp of the Chinese army, which had no gaps, moved, and was instantly overjoyed.

As a result, thousands of cavalry surrounded the fleeing and collapsing former army, and chased them towards the central army.

This is an old tactic used by thieves - coercion and destruction.

At this time, Zhang Xianzhong suddenly realized that the old battalion of the Chinese army was procrastinating, and it was no longer as swift as before.

"Not good. I'm too full!"

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