Start: Datang Wanli a lonely city

Chapter 834 Charge (Part [-])

Time: In front of Hu Biao and others, the blood-red countdown showed 27 minutes and 02 seconds left.

A "boom~" shell landed a mile in front of the Yin Army's formation; it was the Yin Army's artillery unit that had completed its position layout and finally fired a test round.

Because it was a test firing, the accuracy of this shell was a little off. The nearest cavalryman to the impact point was almost twenty meters away.

But this shell was fired from a 12-pound cannon muzzleloader, and the ammunition was still a blooming round.

After the 5.44-kilogram artillery shell fell on the ground, it was not like the iron lump fired by the Qing Army. After bouncing on the ground several times, it finally stopped because it lost kinetic energy.

Instead, a violent explosion occurred, causing mud and sand to fly on the ground.

The dozen or so war horses closest to them immediately became obviously panicked. The cavalry above calmed them down after a while of comfort.

But the panic on the faces of the larger number of Qing Army cavalry was still quite strong, and they were obviously frightened by the power of the Yin Army's artillery shells.

At this moment, Manlong, the commander of the Daqing Cavalry, performed quite well.

He whipped the horse hard under his crotch, causing it to speed up from the trot, and shouted:
"Everyone, fierce horse eyes, rush forward with me at full speed. As long as you rush forward, you can win~"

After saying that, he touched his waist with his left hand, and a piece of black cloth appeared on his hand. He leaned over and covered the horse's eyes with a flick.

After doing that, he immediately accelerated and took the lead in rushing towards the British army.

Blindfolding the horse's eyes can prevent the horse from running around after being frightened.

So under such an order, all the cavalry obeyed; and after doing this quickly, they beat their horses desperately.

The purpose is to increase the horse's speed to the extreme and rush over in the shortest time.

At the same time, the Yin Army's remaining five artillery pieces were quickly adjusting their muzzles; they had already loaded the shells and would soon be able to fire more accurately.

Major Adam glanced at the black tea cup in his hand and found that it had been drained.

He looked at the guard beside him with a relaxed expression and said: "Tom, your skills at making black tea are getting better and better. Give me another cup."

Throughout the whole process, he was so confident.

Even the battle command authority was delegated to his company commanders; because in his opinion, facing such a backward opponent, there was no need to take action personally.

And in Yangcheng, this side of the city wall.

Under the fierce beating of the guerrilla general, who raised his arms, the sound of "dong, dong" war drums became louder and louder, almost resounding throughout Yangcheng and beyond.

It was such a huge movement that caused many defenders to lie down on the city wall and take a look, and there were even a few people dressed as civilians among them.

Such a scene is somewhat similar to the scene in the past during the "Jingkang Shame of the Great Song Dynasty" mission, when the Jin soldiers attacked "Cuibing Mountain" and tens of thousands of people in the city watched.

It is a pity that compared to the fate of the people of Kaifeng for Hu Biao and others, they are very worried.

Most of the people watching the battle at the top of the city are just watching the fun.

When a round of ammunition landed on the stormtrooper cavalry, it immediately overturned several surrounding cavalry; even after hitting the target, the men and horses were torn apart on the spot.

The expressions on these people's faces are only fear, exclamation, shock, etc...

He silently counted the Yin army's artillery fire. After firing six times in a row, Hu Biao breathed a sigh of relief.

On the one hand, the Yin Army's shelling just now caused about fifteen or six casualties to our side; fortunately, not a single one of them landed on the edge of their team.

Because of the power of this old-fashioned fire projectile, even the most senior veteran in the team cannot withstand it.

After all, in the mission world, they have no way to wear the nanomaterial armor processed by the singer in the modern plane.

On the other hand, Hu Biao knew that with such a 12-pound muzzleloader cannon, the skilled artillerymen of the Yin Army could only fire two rounds per minute.

This means that in the next 30 seconds, there is no need to worry about the bombing of this thing.As for after 30 seconds, it depends on whether they can rush into the Yin Army's battle line and get involved with them in this short period of time.

Among them, the most difficult process is to rush within 200 meters in front of the formation.

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Time: There are 26 minutes and 47 seconds left in the countdown.

Man Long, who was leading the way, had already led his men to a distance of 300 meters in front of the Yin army's formation; at this moment, the tiger spear in his hand had been replaced by a large tip bow that could kill two people with one stone.

The one hundred twenty or thirty elite cavalry behind them all did the same thing, but their bow power was just smaller.

They were waiting to get closer, so that the Yin people and barbarians could taste the prowess of their Eight Banners warriors, who once dominated the world in riding and shooting.

But at this moment, the captain of the Yin Army company that used Brunswick-style front-loading smoothbore percussion guns made an estimate.

It was determined that these big green cavalrymen, the group at the front, had already entered the company's new muskets, which had an effective range of 300 meters.

Immediately in his mouth, he yelled: "Fire~"

The famous lobster soldier of the first column of Yin Army, who had been holding a musket long ago, instinctively pulled the trigger upon the order, causing intensive gunshots to ring out.

When they were aiming before, they instinctively pointed the muzzles of their guns at the opponent with the most exquisite armor. It was the target of the opponent's leader at a glance.

It is equivalent to firing a volley at Manlong's position after the current firing.

The moment the gunfire sounded, Manlong was so excited that he leaned down on the horse.

With this action, he was lucky enough to not even be hit. However, some of the Eight Banners warriors around him were not so lucky.

In the blink of an eye, thirteen or fourteen people were shocked and fell down from their horses.

There were three or four other people, because even though the horse was blindfolded after being shot, they were still going crazy in severe pain and threw the owner off the horse.

Or maybe he collided with the war horse on the side, and both the man and the horse fell directly to the ground.

Seeing such a scene, Manlong's heart was filled with unspeakable anger.

After more than 100 years of good days with hard-core crops, the former Eight Banners disciples were basically abolished. He spent too much effort to build this town standard with more than 100 people.

But in such a blink of an eye, more than [-]% of them died in the battle, which made him feel extremely distressed.

While angry, Manlong could not help but feel a trace of fear in his heart.

The main reason is that he has been immersed in the glory of the Eight Banners ancestors. In fact, he has almost no experience. He never thought that the process of charging with guns would be so dangerous.

Fortunately, his long-term pride and ambition to gain promotions prevented him from turning around and running away immediately.

After getting up from the horse, he would shout "For Daqing" to embolden himself.

As a result, by this time, the first row of Yin Army personnel who had exhausted all their ammunition had retreated, and the second row had moved forward.

The new muskets in their hands were picked up one after another, and at the command of "fire", they pulled the trigger again.

That's why Manlong opened his mouth, and the loud gunshot sounded again.

I don’t know why Manlong’s luck is so good?Under the dense bullets flying around him, only the lightning rod-like helmet tassel on his head was interrupted.

On the contrary, fifteen or six more of the Eight Banners warriors around him were knocked down.

But Manlong was a weakling, all his courage and ambition were knocked out in this round, and only the instinct of survival was left in his heart.

Pulling the horse's head, he shouted crazily:
"Retreat, retreat..."

(End of this chapter)