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Chapter 476 Temptation ([-])

It seemed like I had waited for a year, when I finally heard an order to 'fire~' in my ear.

Like an old bachelor who met a little widow, Hou San immediately pulled the trigger with his fingertips with unspeakable joy.

It was also at this time that he realized that under the intense tension and suffering, the index finger of his right hand started to cramp.

Fortunately, the slightly cramped fingers managed to pull the trigger.

And I saw with my own eyes that the piece of flint clamped on the hammer, after hitting the reed, hit a large piece of sparks.

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

At the same time, a wave of recoil clearly passed through the walnut wood butt and was transmitted to his right shoulder, causing his body to tremble slightly.

In short, when a puff of choking white smoke rose up, a buckshot was fired.

In such a short time of breathing, Hou San felt much more enjoyable than the day when he and his wife were in the bridal chamber.

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 together.

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

Immediately, large swaths of choking white smoke rose from the position, like a fairyland on earth.

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

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

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

In the previous second, they were still rushing fiercely from their current positions.

Among the [-] or [-] golden soldiers who rushed in the first row, seven or eight of them blocked the cards in their hands when they pulled the trigger, even if they were instinctive.

But such an approach is useless at all, and it cannot save one's own life.

In a burst of sawdust splashing, some of the golden figures were thrown to the ground as if they had been hit by a stick in the face.

There are also some people who were shot, even if they didn't fall to the ground on the spot, but they staggered forward a few steps, still falling down like a wild boar shot by an arrow.

However, Hou San couldn't take a second look at such an incomparably beautiful scene.

Because under the long-term high-intensity training, some muscle and action instincts have penetrated into the bones of these new soldiers.

There is no need for officers like the platoon leader to issue some new orders.

I have known for a long time that these musketeers today are fighting in three stages, and they are Hou San and the others who have loaded muskets behind them and continuously delivered them to fire.

Immediately, he turned around decisively and hurriedly retreated to some positions behind the team.

After retreating behind the third row of personnel, quickly re-forming a battle line, he took out another round of bullets from the bullet box and started reloading.

When they retreated, the people in the second row took a step forward and stepped up. After standing in the first row, they raised the muskets in their hands in unison.

At such a time, the white smoke lingering on the battlefield is now a little thinner.

Let them see the faint figures rushing in front of them, so they can aim right here.

The general finished aiming, and the company commander's order to 'fire' came from his ear, and there was another burst of gunshots...

In the following time, the Musketeers who were originally in the third row took another step forward and followed suit.

By the time the third row retreated, Hou San and the others had already finished loading, brushed past the comrades with their muskets in hand, and stood on the front line again.

It's just that the situation is completely different from 1 minute ago.

At this moment, Hou San's heart was full of indescribable arrogance, and it was just like what Hu Shumi envoy, as well as the chief instructors and officers said:
Jinren, there is nothing to be afraid of at all, as long as the gun is greeted, it will die.

As long as they maintain a good battle formation, the golden men will be beaten to death one by one before the battle formation like rabbits.

However, the cruel reality soon taught them a lesson, letting Hou San and the other recruits who had just raised their spirits know that the Jinren were not prey they were allowed to hunt.

It was only a few steps forward to stand firmly in the first row.

Hou San just felt some warm liquid, and at the same time as it splashed on his body, an obviously extremely depressed muffled sound sounded in his right ear.

Looking at it out of the corner of his eye, he could find that it was a soldier in his class called Yang Dazizi, whose left arm was shot through.

Immediately, Yang Dazi endured the severe pain and hurriedly retreated.

If you talk about such a scene, Hou San can still withstand it.

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

Although this time was not long, in the gradually thinning white smoke, those golden men had already rushed to the position fifty steps ahead 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. Under the closer volley this time, twelve or three people were knocked to the ground this time.

The problem is that in Hou San's heart, such a victory does not feel the slightest joy to him.

Because he had an intuition that when the voice of the deputy company commander sounded, it already represented that the little company commander Yao, who promised to invite the whole company to their 'Sihai Restaurant' for a good meal after the battle, has now fought. die.

What the hell!His doll seems to be only two months old...

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Hou San's intuition was right, the commander of their second company died in battle.

Even on his face, he was wearing a new army standard equipment and a rather ferocious iron mask, but he was still shot through by an arrow and died.

Or to put it another way, this standard iron mask can completely block most of the arrows, although it is not too thick, considering that it should not affect the flexibility of the combatants too much during the battle.

But 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 face, the terrifying power carried by the arrow shot through the skull of Company Commander Xiao Yao, and he died on the spot.

It's just that Han Chang, the golden man who shot the arrow, also didn't feel the slightest sense of comfort in his heart.

Since the strange gunpowder weapons in the hands of the Song people on the opposite side opened fire, although he was still not hit, one after another of his guards and warriors, who were known for their bravery, were easily killed.

What's more terrible is that after rushing 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, preventing them from entering at all.

Even if he took down a strong bow with three stones in his hand in his fury, he shot three arrows in the blink of an eye and lost three opponents.

But the largest Song army among them, Dingtian, is just a small official at the head of the Song people.

Instead, at the same time, amidst a familiar roar, he turned his head and saw his confidant Qianhu who was a few dozen paces to the right.

Clutching his chest and falling down unwillingly, he died on the spot.

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

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

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 in mind, he threw away the big bow in his hand, waved a big knife and led the way to the Song people's camp and continued to kill.

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

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

He lowered his head and glanced at the vital points of his chest and abdomen, there were at least a dozen bleeding wounds, and he wanted to say something before dying on his face full of bitter expressions.

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

Under the action of the rifling, a specially-made lead bullet spun continuously after it came out of the chamber, hit Han Chang's forehead, and flew out from the back of his head with a stream of blood.

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

Relying on the frantic massacre of the Han people under his command, and the Song Army's expression of loyalty to the master, Han Chang, who was finally promoted to the general of the Jin Kingdom's Hussar Guards, collapsed like a lump of rotten meat...

(End of this chapter)