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Chapter 497 Bloody Battle in Zhuxian Town ([-])

"Fire, fire quickly~"

While holding a cleaning rod, he stabbed hard at the lead bullet that had just been stuffed into the gun chamber, and Feng Huahui yelled such a sentence in his mouth.

When he was playing games, it was right to play Jia Luo, an archer thief.

However, he still had some clues in his heart, knowing that with his actual level, it would be more reliable to use short guns instead of bows and arrows in battle.

Talk!In the phalanx formed by their guard battalion, a total of two small Frang cannons were arranged.

Relying on the astonishing killing effect produced by the shotgun shells that can be blasted out with an interval of only ten seconds, their phalanx has persisted until now.

However, at the critical moment, another thirty or forty cavalry golden soldiers, led by a young silver armored general, charged towards their phalanx.

But Fenghuahui has not heard for a long time, the sound of Xiao Fulang's machine firing.

Immediately, it was in his mouth, and he was so anxious that he couldn't help but yelled out such a sentence.

Because he knew that in the face of the impact of these cavalry, just relying on the musket formation full of gaps would definitely not be able to withstand it.

However, the voice just fell, and a crying voice came from next to my ear:
"Deputy Commander Feng, all the pre-loaded sub-cannons have been fired, we are stepping up the reloading, and we have to wait for thirty counts~"

Hearing this, it can be said that Fenghuahui's heart is half cold.

The small Franco cannon's ability to fire so quickly is entirely due to the sub-mother structure; but once the pre-installed sub-cannons are exhausted, the rate of fire will immediately drop.

Thirty?That's half a minute.

But the cavalry in front of them had already rushed to a position of about a hundred paces, such a short distance, it would only take ten seconds at most to kill them.

So relying on these small Frang machine guns, it is too late to say anything,

So when a group of about 40 musketeers raised their muskets and opened fire, the Fenghuahui also yelled:
"Quick, throw the grenade~"

Under such an order, five or six grenadiers ignited a grenade in the first time, rounded their arms and threw it out.

Then, a total of 40 musketeers pulled the triggers, but only 30 musketeers fired.

The reason for this is that there are users with 4 firearms, and they are some civilian husbands who have only recently been added.

Although these people have also been trained, their psychological quality is undoubtedly worse; so that in the process of filling, various mistakes have occurred.

For example, with a shake of the hand, the granules of gunpowder in the paper shell were scattered all over the ground, and they could not be poured into the barrel of the gun at all.

In addition, there are 6 musket hammers. When the trigger was pulled and hit suddenly, the weak sparks that were knocked out failed to ignite the primer in the gunpowder pool.

In other words, the musket misfired.

As for the reason, there is still some drizzle that has grown heavier, and the gunpowder and flint caused by it have been dampened.

Originally, after being improved by Langqing, the brown Beth musket of the Song Xinjun far surpassed the one of John's lobster soldier.

The 1730-style brown musket used by the lobster soldiers is said to have a misfire rate of more than 20% when used under normal conditions.

The new army of the Song Dynasty, but only 5%.

But now that everyone's whole body, including the body of the gun, has a thin layer of water beads, the misfire rate of the musket has suddenly increased by more than ten percent.

If only this is the case, the problem is not too big.

It's nothing more than moving the hammer back, firing it once or twice and it will always go off.

The key issue is that among the seven hand grenades that were thrown hastily, two of them landed on the ground and bounced twice on the ground with a 'click~' and stopped smoking.

Not to mention that like the other five grenades, they exploded right here.

In short, because of the misfiring of many muskets and the insufficient number of exploding grenades, only a dozen or so of the group of thirty or forty golden cavalry were brought down.

There are still fifteen or six riders left, although many people have been injured.

Still rushing out of the smoke, dust and sand stirred up by the explosion, he bumped into the musketeers who had just finished firing their guns and hadn't had time to retreat.

What the hell!These musketeers didn't even have time to load their bayonets.

The main reason is that the bayonet attached to the barrel is too heavy; it can still fire after it is installed, but it shakes a lot when it is picked up, which affects the accuracy of shooting.

Or to put it another way, the accuracy of this thing was not good at first, and it got worse after a while.

Therefore, even if a group of musketeers who couldn't retreat in time, faced the cavalry who bumped into them, the barrels of the muskets were already very hot after firing many times.

After holding the barrel of the gun, he waved the hard walnut wood butt and smashed it at the cavalrymen.

It's a pity that such a counterattack of theirs is still not enough in front of the cavalry rushing madly.

In an instant, even the golden knight with seven or eight riders fell off his horse in the impact of this moment.

The originally neat queue was smashed to pieces on the spot; more golden men took advantage of this opportunity and killed them too.

Even so, Fenghuahui, a rookie, still did not give up.

Holding the newly loaded short gun in his right hand, he yelled in his mouth: "If you have a chance, go to the left phalanx to gather, and if you don't have a chance, join me."

While speaking, he was already heading towards the leader, the golden and silver armored young general killed him.

If he must die here today, then he hopes that before he dies, he can drag this golden man to die with him.

What the hell!Don't you know what grade you are, and you still wear silver armor like Zilong?
Coincidentally, the silver-armored young general was holding a horse spear in his hand, and he also rushed towards this side; the horse's head directly charged towards him, and it was a king against king.

In the blink of an eye, the distance between the two was only about ten steps away.

At that time, without even thinking about it, Fenghua raised his hand to the chest of the silver-armored young general, pulled the trigger, and cursed at the same time:
"One-on-one with an opponent holding a short gun? Sand sculpture."

As a result, after the sound of "ba da ~" was heard, and after finding out that there was a misfire at this critical moment, Feng Huahui had a strong urge to scold her.

Of course, he also knew that scolding his mother was useless.

While quickly dodging to the side, he swung his left hand towards the hammer, intending to reset and come back with another guy.

It's just that at this time, it's too late.

After hastily dodging, although Fenghuahui also passed the horse that came straight to him, it couldn't dodge the young silver armored general who stabbed a horse.

Using the horse's momentum, the horse that had stabbed him in the left chest first bent.

After the lance was bent into a huge arc, it finally pierced Fenghuahui's body and arrived in Kaifeng City before it was a piece of armor that was forged.

In the next second, Fenghua will find himself picked up.

I don't know which organ was stabbed, but Feng Huahui felt extremely painful anyway; fortunately at this moment, the short blunderbuss hammer on his right hand was reset again.

"What the hell! It must be fired."

With the last expectation, Fenghuahui pulled the trigger on his fingertips.

This time, the short blunderbuss was finally fired, and after a lead bullet flew out, it smashed the fair and tender little face of the golden man and silver armor young general who was only two or three meters away.

At the moment of the gunshot, Fenghuahui died with an incomparably satisfied smile.

If he knew, the golden and silver-armored young general who was killed by him was called Wanyan Zongfu, and he was not only the fifth son of Jin Taizu Wanyanmin.

He also has a descendant named Wanyan Honglie who doesn't know whether it is a great-grandson or a great-great-grandson.

That is to say, in the legend, Yang Kang, the father and queen of the Kingdom of Jin; I believe that the smiling face that froze on his face before he died will definitely be brighter...

　Drink too much, boy!It took more than 3 hours to write such a chapter.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)