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Chapter 480 An Ordinary Battle ([-])
Amidst the dense gunshots like roasted beans and the rising of choking white smoke, the golden men in front of the formation were immediately knocked down.

Even because the battlefield is actually the best training ground.

After fighting for several days in a row, the surviving soldiers of the new army all made great progress in marksmanship.

The first wave of muskets fired after such careful aiming almost knocked down all the elite Jin people who rushed to the front.

The problem is that in the past few days, so many lives have been filled in front of the Song army.

The Jin people have also learned well, or they are willing to go all out.

Knowing a cruel reality, fighting with these different Song people in front of you; the more you linger and refuse to move forward, the more you will definitely die.

If you move forward desperately, the weird musket in the hands of the Song people will not have time to reload, and it may rush in instead.

As long as you can rush in, maybe you can save a life, a great achievement.

You know, in the mouths of Wanyan Zongwang and other generals, they said that as long as they are the first to rush into the enemy camp in every attack, they are the first to ascend the siege.

Soldiers were rewarded with centurions, officers were promoted to one rank, and gold, silver, women, cattle, horses, and slaves were rewarded in large numbers.

Anyway, no matter what it was for, these golden soldiers showed amazing courage.

Even though the people who rushed to the front were beaten to death one by one on the spot, the golden soldiers behind let out howls like wild animals, and they were still moving forward desperately, showing a bit of a posture of not turning around.

Even today's new army musketeers are under frantic training and battlefield polishing.

Using this kind of brown Beth musket in his hand, he can already fire at least five volleys in one minute.

They have all reached the level of the excellent lobster soldiers of John's family in the past.

But these golden men with cold weapons in front of them are still getting closer and closer.

Sixty steps, fifty steps, forty steps, with the method of leaving a corpse spreading forward on the ground, bearing astonishing casualties, and killing them so desperately.

It has to be said, even in ancient wars.

Due to different reasons such as culture, cognition, and environment, soldiers on the eastern battlefield sometimes have the ability to withstand casualties, which is the feudal lord on the western battlefield.

Even the officers of the musket era, it is completely unimaginable to an astonishing degree.

In such a situation, some changes occurred when Jin Bing rushed to the front of the formation for thirty steps.

It was in Fan Zhu's ear, and suddenly he heard the battalion and company commanders under him, facing the golden soldiers who came up like a tide, shouting one after another:
"Sword and shield hand~"

Let them yell out such a sentence, it is not at this time that they plan to let the sword and shield fighters go up and prepare for melee combat.

Instead, the saber and shield fighters who had been selected by those with big shoulders and round waists now have a part-time job: grenadier.

Then, amidst the orders of the officers, the soldiers of the new army, with small baskets slung across their bodies, put down their swords and shields and quickly stepped forward.

Quickly twisted open the safety cover of each wooden handle grenade, and pulled out one of the fuses.

He lit it with a stick of incense held in his mouth, then swung his arms round, and threw it at the golden soldiers outside the position with all his strength.

This process looks a bit weird, doesn't it?

A grenade that needs to be ignited must look a little weird.

But that's something that can't be helped. The pull-style grenade involves thormer, a necessary chemical product.

The production of Thunder Mercury is simple in theory.

It is nothing more than using mercury, that is, mercury, to react with nitric acid to synthesize mercury nitrate.

Then, mercuric nitrate is reacted with ethanol to get thunderbolt; if some hydrochloric acid and copper are added to the process, thunderbolt can be obtained.

This thing is very sensitive under impact, and it is a very good detonating chemical.

If the above theory is mentioned, it is actually very simple, right? Many people in the team also know it.

The key is that there are no chemical talents in the team, and the only person who barely touches him is a pesticide seller like Lao Hei.

Or Chen Tang, the PLA engineer.

It's not that they can't do it, but there are too many things to do, and they really don't have time to study this stuff.

So the current ignition grenade, which is considered to be a solution, not whether it is easy to use, appears in the current equipment.

But then again, in an era like the end of the Northern Song Dynasty.

Even an ignition grenade is still a very powerful weapon.

Especially considering the granular black powder, the power is not enough when it explodes; when some frontiers were thrown out, they could only be blown in half after the explosion, which is to scare the devils.

The new army's 'Promod Type [-]' grenade weighed two catties overall.

In addition to the longer wooden handle, it is more convenient to throw.

It's like inside, a guy filled with no less than eight taels of granular black powder; the cast projectile is also carefully produced, and its power is quite good.

The only problem is that if this thing is not a big man with a big waist and a professional throwing training, he really can't throw it very far.

Even these trained sword and shield players can only throw 30 meters.

Fortunately, such a distance is completely sufficient.

When two hundred or so smoking grenades landed just at this distance; the golden soldiers who had already suffered a lot in this respect were almost not scared to death.

Just before they could do anything, the grenades with a reaction time of only about 3.2 seconds exploded one after another.

On each cast iron projectile, there are a total of 72 pieces of fragments, driven by the explosive power of the eight-liang black powder, and began to splash around, forming a terrifying dead space.

Most of the golden soldiers in it were emptied in a blink of an eye.

Only a small number of those who were wearing iron armor and whose shrapnel only splashed on the iron armor were lucky enough to survive.

But these so-called lucky ones only lived a second or two longer.

When they were still under the shock wave of the explosion, dazed and not fully awake, they saw in horror the camp of the Song people who were only twenty or thirty steps away.

Another row of Song people took two steps forward and stood up, holding the deadly weapons in their hands in unison.

Then, a broken voice that made their souls tremble, sounded like a reminder: "Fire~"

Then, there was another sound of frying beans, and the bodies of these so-called lucky people shook as if they were swinging.

In the end, he fell down with blood all over his body, and no one was spared.

Of course, the Jin people are not fools. They have suffered a lot from grenades before, and they may not be prepared at all.

To deal with this, they specifically took precautions.

That's when I saw those grenadiers rushing towards the edge of the camp under orders.

The officers commanding the archers and crossbowmen yelled crazily, telling the crossbowmen under them to immediately turn their attack targets to these grenadiers.

So in such a process, many grenadiers were shot over.

If the grenade in the hand is not ignited, but the person who is shot, the situation is still slightly better.

But when some of the grenades in their hands were ignited, the grenadiers who were about to throw them were shot because of their arms or other positions.

When the smoking grenade in his hand fell to the ground, a test of human nature appeared.

Did he die by himself, or did the people around him die together?

Regarding this point, Fan Zhu's emotions became extremely complicated.

On the one hand, when such a scene appeared, the soldiers under him did not hesitate at all, as required in their training.

He took off the helmet, put it on the lower abdomen, aimed at the grenade, and threw himself on it with his body.

In such a way, greater casualties were avoided.

On the other hand, after each explosion, it represented a heroic soldier under him who completely lost his precious life.

The helmet and breastplate made of refined steel are indeed enough to block those fragments.

But the power of at least eight taels of black powder is enough to shock them to death.

So every time the explosion sounded, it was as if a sharp knife hit his heart hard, and it hurt so badly...

(End of this chapter)