The wind rises at the end of the Ming Dynasty

Chapter 42: Cao Changed into a Flood Dragon!
Zhou Changshou only felt his heart beating crazily, as if it was about to jump out of his chest.

The chug-chug heartbeat was even louder than the deafening sound of gunfire.

Holding the blunderbuss in his hand, Zhou Changshou walked quickly towards the back. He watched the fellow villager who was standing behind him walk forward holding the blunderbuss.

"Bang, bang bang!!"

The roar of a volley of guns suddenly exploded from behind his ears, Zhou Changshou trembled all over, and he thought of the ferocious-looking old bandit in his vision before.

The old bandit was strong and strong, taller than the others around him, even the nursing home of the landlord Li's family in the South Village was not so strong in the past.

The old bandit was wearing a thick leather armor and held a shining steel knife in his hand, which was extremely terrifying.

But it was such a person who fell to the ground so easily after being hit by the blunderbuss in his hand.

Zhou Changshou tightly held the blunderbuss in his hand and walked all the way to the last row.

He took out the paper shell again from the package at his waist, and this time he didn't fumble around, and took it out smoothly.

Tear open the paper shell, pinch the projectile inside with your hands, then pour the gunpowder in the paper shell into the priming pot, and then put the projectile into the muzzle.

The gunfire sounded again, and Zhou Changshou knew that he had to finish reloading quickly, and went to the first row to shoot again.

A little fear arose in Zhou Changshou's heart again. He was wondering if the enemy army had rushed to the front after such a long time...

"Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!!!"

The sound of a huge cannon suddenly rang in Zhou Changshou's ears, and Zhou Changshou's hand, which was holding the cleaning rod to pound the projectile, trembled suddenly.

"Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!!!"

The sound of cannons is not just one burst, but one after another, the sound of continuous cannonballs is constantly ringing, continuous and reverberating.

"Mother-child cannon..."

Zhou Changshou felt a little relieved. During training, he had seen the scene of the cannon called the Francophone firing and heard the sound, and the sound was exactly the same as the current sound.

But he prefers another name for that cannon—Sub-Mother Cannon.

Because the cannon is particularly fast to load and fire, as long as the sub-cannon is put into the opening of the rear abdomen of the mother cannon, and the gun can be fired with a little bit of the gun, the effort of firing a single shot of the bird gun is enough for it to fire several cannons.

On the battlefield, gunshots kept ringing, and Chen Wang rode on the horse and scanned the entire front line condescendingly.

His middle bird guns had already started shooting in bursts, and gunpowder smoke continued to rise from the front of the formation. Although there were not so many bird guns in the direction of Zuo Si, there were also quite a few three-eyed guns.

The explosion of the three-eyed blunderbuss resounded continuously in Zuo Si's formation, and there were also many sounds of bird bludgeons.

The sound of the three-eyed blunderbuss is even several times louder than that of the bird bludgeon, the sound is astonishing, like thunder.

The tiger crouching cannon, the Franco cannon, the bird blunderbuss, the three-eyed blunderbuss, and all the blunderbusses fired together, and the sound was like a wave, continuously.

The entire front of the formation has been covered by thick white smoke, misty, and under the action of the northwest wind, it blows from the front to the back of the formation.

Gunpowder smoke drifted in, covering Chen Wang's vision, and the thick white smoke surrounded his body, as if to engulf him whole.

Chen Wang tightly grasped the whip in his hand, his palms were full of sweat.

After the thick gunpowder smoke, no one knew what was going on.

The sound of the Frang machine gun had stopped. After firing seven or eight rounds in a row, the barrel of the Fran machine gun had begun to heat up. We had to wait for it to cool down, otherwise there was a danger of the chamber exploding.

The gunshots in front of them also stopped after the last burst. After the Fran cannon stopped, the gunfire soldiers in the front row had to hide behind the shield to prevent possible impact.

"Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!"

Suddenly, the sound of high-spirited war drums came from the direction of the Chinese army.

Chen Wang suddenly turned his head and looked in the direction of the Chinese army on the right.

But the thick gunpowder smoke obscured his vision, making it impossible for him to see the situation of the Chinese army clearly.

The thick sound of war drums hit Chen Wang's chest one after another, shaking Chen Wang's energy and blood continuously.

Immediately afterwards, the roar of mountains and tsunami-like shouts of killing was brought into Chen Wang's ears by the strong wind blowing from the northwest.

The gust of wind picked up suddenly, and the gunpowder smoke was completely blown away in an instant.

Chen Wang regained a clear view of the surrounding scene, and the shrill howling sound also poured into his ears.

The front of the formation was full of devastation, a mess, corpses strewn all over the field, pools of blood, the [-] steps in front of the formation had almost become a restricted area for life, no rogue could approach this distance.

The front ranks of the rogues were completely defeated, even the old bandits who supervised the battle were all frightened and their morale fell to the bottom, and they also fled back.

It's just that when they wanted to escape backwards, the troops behind them as the supervisors had already put down their spears and lined up their spear formations.

As long as the people in front dare to continue to retreat, they will die.

Some of the horsemen in the rear were already scattered, and if someone wanted to bypass the spear array, they would not be able to avoid their head-on stabbing.

The horse teams arranged by the bandits on the two wings have already swarmed to prevent the Ming army's infantry from chasing them.

However, Chen Wang just glanced over all of this, his eyes did not stay on it, but looked towards the front of the Chinese army.

The sound of shouting and killing like a tsunami came from the front of the Chinese army.

"Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!"

The sound of drums shook the sky, the sound of killing was boiling, and the sound of horseshoes was like thunder.

Cao Bianjiao is wearing a waist armor with fish scales, a brocade battle skirt with hundreds of flowers, a pointed iron helmet on his head, and a horse in his hand, leaping before the ten thousand troops.

The fiery red helmet flag on the top of the helmet fluttered in the wind, and the fiery red ginseng flag, which was one foot five feet high behind him, was hunting in the headwind and unfolded.

Pearl tassels are inserted on the top, connected to the tail of the pheasant, and the eight-foot-five-inch-long ocher-yellow belt keeps fluttering in the headwind.

The headwind came head-on, and not only blew the helmet flag on the top of Cao Bianjiao's helmet, but also blew the helmet flag and red tassels on the heads of more than [-] armored cavalry behind him.

Countless helmet flags and red tassels fluttered and flew in the headwind, like a tumbling blood-colored raging wave.

Cao Bianjiao's expression was deep, his sword eyebrows were erected, and a palpitating killing intent flowed in his eyes.

More than [-] armored cavalry behind them either drew their swords and leaned on their shoulders, or drew their bows and set their swords, or held three-eyed firecrackers and waited for an opportunity to go out.

The roar of thousands of horseshoes hitting the ground at the same time is enough to overwhelm all the noise on the battlefield.

The earth retreated rapidly like a tide, and more than [-] armored cavalry under the leadership of Cao Bianjiao were like sharp knives, piercing through the already chaotic formation of the rogues without hindrance.

The big formation of the rogues was separated like waves and waves, and those thieves, bandits and hungry people who had no time to escape were all killed by horseshoes or sharp knives.

(End of this chapter)