This Qing is wrong

Chapter 6
"put!"

A command flag was waved, and the first row of green battalion gunmen kneeling on one knee and standing in the second row pulled the trigger, and inserted the matchlock end into the medicine chamber behind the gun barrel. With the open flame pouring into the barrel, the black powder violently The chamber pressure generated by the combustion squeezes and pushes the tightly packed round buckshot.

The Swadian militiamen who were striding forward, the people in the front row suddenly trembled, several people fell down, and several Swadian militiamen began to bleed, their walking postures obviously changed, but they were working hard don't let yourself fall...

This is obviously the Swadian militia who was not hit.

The unbearable pain of ordinary people, for them without perception and humanity, just causes some physical inconvenience.

However, the Swadian militiamen who were bleeding and advancing "abnormally" caused great psychological pressure on Yan Dingjun's green battalion bird soldiers. The cumbersome loading steps of the bird gun.

Even if the arrows rising from the ground kept shooting down a Swadian militiaman to the ground, there was no way for the Green Battalion Bird Gunner, who was looking directly at the Swadian militia, to control the fear deep in his heart.

They felt that they were not fighting the living, but a group of ghosts from the underworld. The scorching sun above their heads did not bring any warmth to these green battalion gunmen in the front row. Can't be dispelled!
Naturally, apart from the decent first round of bird gun salvo, these green camp bird gun soldiers failed to fire a second round of salvo, and even began to retreat instinctively, squeezing the activity of the green camp archers who could not see the situation ahead space, reducing the shooting frequency of the archers.

Just like that, under the eyes of Yan Dingjun who couldn't hide his shock, the green battalion guards he had carefully trained were pushed back steadily by a group of Western barbarians who were much smaller in number than them!

In desperation, Yan Dingjun had no choice but to give up the suppression of firepower in advance, and ordered loudly: "The spearmen charge forward, and the sword players cover!"

The Green Battalion musketeers in the front row swarmed back as if they were about to receive an amnesty, and at the same time took away the Green Battalion archers who didn't know much about the situation (because they couldn't see the Swadian militia).

The spearmen and sword players who stayed behind the archers formed a dense phalanx and slowly pressed up.

In ancient battles, the competition is nothing more than whoever has a dense formation, whose soldiers are more resistant to fighting and last longer, and whoever can occupy the upper hand!
The formation is the key to everything. Once the formation is scattered, if it cannot be re-condensed and restored, it will only be a matter of time before defeat.

Those catchers and strong squads who were lucky enough to be the rear team didn't even have a set of unarmored cloth face armor, and were driven by Yan Dingjun to move forward together behind the green battalion guards.

In this kind of street encounter, except for the first few rows of soldiers, it is difficult for the rest of the soldiers to see the enemy, and they can only move according to the orders of the officers and the inertia of the large troops.

This is also the reason why the entire phalanx collapses when it collapses in the formation battle.

Of course, this is not a problem at all for the systematic enemy Swadian militia who are not afraid of death and have no concept of death.

When they saw the enemy approaching with spears, they estimated that the distance between the two sides was almost the same. They didn't need any orders and stopped on their own initiative. Everyone raised their crossbows at the same pace!
Next to the advancing spearmen in the first row, a "one-on-one" knife player suddenly emerged, holding a large Qing court standard shield, covering most of the body of himself and the spearmen.

The sound of the crossbow string tightening and the sound of the crossbow hitting the shield rose almost simultaneously.

Obviously, the hit rate of the Swadian militiamen's crossbow shooting is very average. After a round of salvos, none of them avoided the shield!
In the eyes of the green battalion guards, the strange Xiyi's poor shooting skills on the opposite side greatly boosted their confidence, and their pace of advancement involuntarily accelerated a bit.

The Swadian militiamen who shot two rounds so-so, didn't care about their "zero results" at all, quickly drew out the melee weapons behind them, and the three rows of Swadian militiamen huddled together, turning into two crooked rows Dense horizontal array.

The green battalion soldiers under Yan Dingjun are all warriors who have seen blood, and they have already been skilled in cooperating. When they were about to approach the Swadian militia, the swordsman who was covering suddenly withdrew his shield and retreated, giving way to the commander spearmen.

The spears pierced into the body of the Swadian militiamen one after another like a wall, and tied the Swadian militiamen in the front row into gourds of flesh and blood. The battle was as easy as slaughtering ignorant ordinary people!
However, before the faces of the green battalion soldiers holding the spears showed joy, those Swadian militiamen who had not been pierced to the fatal point by the spear point, while vomiting blood, slashed or stabbed the weapons in their hands towards the nearby The Green Battalion Spearmen who are close at hand greeted vigorously!

The spearheads pierced into the bodies of the Swadian militiamen could not be pulled out for a while, and these green battalion spearmen could only watch all kinds of miscellaneous weapons enter their bodies, and their screams were earth-shattering!

Even the Green Battalion soldiers who kill without batting an eyelid and have more than one life in their hands were stunned for a moment when they saw the miserable scene of the spearmen in the front row.

Especially those Green Camp Knife players who were responsible for covering the close combat were all frozen in place. No one, including the grassroots military officers, dared to step forward to fight!

"Everyone advances to kill the enemy, and those who retreat will be decisive!"

The messenger with the command flag in his hand rushed over and shouted frantically at the sluggish crowd.

Finally, the stationary Green Battalion phalanx began to attack, and then replaced the Green Battalion spearmen who howled in pain until they lost their combat effectiveness.

These green battalion soldiers are different from the Swadian militiamen. After a bloody gash was opened on their bodies, few of them can continue to stand and fight, and those who don't roll into a ball can be called heroes!

Even if he didn't die, he lost his strength in pain.

The Swadian militiamen didn't even look at the enemy who fell on the ground, and continued to wave the miscellaneous weapons in their hands towards the enemy still standing in front of them.

The Swadian militia has no other actions but stepping and swinging weapons!

Looking at the fighting movements of the Swadian militia from a distance, there are flaws everywhere, but this kind of move forward, completely abandoning defense and only seeking offense, killed the Green Battalion soldiers who gritted their teeth and pushed forward, retreating steadily!

At every moment, Swadian militiamen who had lost too much blood fell to the ground and turned into real corpses, but for every Swadian militiaman that fell, at least two green battalion soldiers fell down!
Of course, most of the fallen Green Battalion soldiers were not completely dead.

This fight lasted only a few minutes, and Yan Dingjun's Green Battalion couldn't hold it anymore!
(End of this chapter)