Wanli 1592

Chapter 369 The Great Victory
To be honest, the flintlock guns of this season may not be as good as matchlock guns, at least matchlock guns can be mass-produced, and this flintlock gun can only be made by hand, not to mention the low output, and the cost is very high, making it difficult to assemble. This is a complete torture for the mainstream European army that has just become familiar with the matchlock method, so European generals and soldiers reject flintlock guns very much.

Smoothbore flintlock guns are all rejected, let alone rifled ones. Although the accuracy and range of rifled guns are far beyond smoothbore guns, rifling is really troublesome, and there are special guns for this kind of gun. It is also very inconvenient to load ammunition, and some special bullets need to be knocked into the barrel with a small hammer. Generally, it takes much longer to fire one round than a matchlock gun.

However, the accuracy is good. If it is to deal with a big person, one shot is indeed enough. Xiao Ruxun once speculated whether the legendary sniper sprouted from this time, because what he has to do is similar to that of a sniper. Well, that Burmese prince sat on an elephant, which was taller than his mount. He didn't want to risk his death in battle, playing the tricks of a martial arts master, jumping on the back of an elephant and fighting Min Qide for [-] rounds.

Holding the gun tightly in his hand, Xiao Ruxun galloped on horseback. There were cavalry guards in front of him opening the way for him. He rushed to the range of shooting smoothly, but in order to ensure the accuracy, Xiao Ruxun decided to rush a little further ahead. One point, one point ahead.

Xiao Ruxun could already clearly see the panicked and bewildered expression on Min Qide's face.

This guy is actually in a daze on the battlefield, is he a fool?

Xiao Ruxun raised his gun and pointed it at Min Qide not far away. He didn't know if he could hit it with this shot, but at this moment, he suddenly had a strange feeling, as if someone was telling him - to shoot, Shoot, shoot at this time, you will definitely be able to hit that guy!

Min Qide also seemed to have expected it. I don’t know who reminded him to divert his gaze. He shifted his vision and saw a bright general wearing a standard military uniform riding a horse and holding a gun. He used a gun in a strange posture. aimed at himself.

At this time, Min Qide suddenly had goose bumps all over his body.

He clearly saw a cloud of white smoke coming out of the muzzle and body of the gun, and then...

My forehead hurts a little, it's cool, and then...

In Xiao Ruxun's field of vision, Min Qide was shot in the forehead, and a bullet shattered the back half of his head, making the back half of his head shatter like a smashed watermelon, only the front half of his head was still intact, his tall body was shaking After two clicks, he fell off the elephant and fell to the ground.

The first horrified cry came from the mouth of a soldier closest to Min Qide, and then the second, third, and fourth, and soon, all the soldiers around Min Qide noticed the frightening cry. The scene, they shouted out in fear together, and this time, no one could suppress their fear, the last pillar in their hearts collapsed, and the most elite corps in Burma, which persisted in fighting to the end, also collapsed.

The trumpet of death sounded at this moment.

Xiao Ruxun successfully killed Min Qide, and released a green flare into the sky. Yuan Huang, who was in the distance, saw the green flare and immediately ordered the drummers to beat the drums for the general attack of the whole army.

The drums boomed.

The order to attack in an all-round way without leaving anyone behind was issued. Hearing this wonderful voice, the heroic southern soldiers and the bloodthirsty wolf soldiers did not hold back any more. The panic-stricken Burmese troops were divided and surrounded, and they were defeated one by one. There were roars and screams everywhere on the battlefield. Countless people died in battle, and countless people were trampled to death. , The sound of gunfire filled the eardrums, like a symphony of war that was cruel to the extreme.

Shocked by the fighting of the Ming army, Narishon didn't wake up until the last moment, and hurriedly commanded the Siamese troops to kill the Burmese soldiers who had lost their fighting spirit, and ate a little leftovers, while the Ming army had already crossed the dense forest and the soil. Qiu, broke into the camp of the Burmese army, and ravaged the camp again after the rebellious handymen ravaged it, and seized all the things that could be used. All the Burmese people who saw it, whether they were soldiers or not, All were caught, and those who dared to resist were killed.

The fighting squads of the Ming army came in handy at such times. It could also be said to be a simplified version of the large firearms array. The full version was used when tens of thousands of troops clashed on the battlefield, and this mode similar to street fighting was simplified. It is zero, using a simplified version of the firearms formation, which is still a combination of multiple arms. Those stragglers are not the opponents of the well-trained Ming army. After three or two strokes, he was cleaned up, and his head was cut off, waiting to receive the reward.

The camp of the Burmese army is too big. After all, it is a camp of 20 people, stretching for more than ten miles. However, the real essence is in the center. In the rain, only soldiers can live in tents, and the treatment of miscellaneous soldiers is quite poor, so they rebel and escape directly after the chaos.

Before the Ming army defeated the Burmese main force on the battlefield, the Burmese camp had already been ravaged. I don’t know how many tens of thousands of miscellaneous soldiers fled in groups holding food weapons, and the Ming army was unable to chase them. Not to mention chasing them, it is best for these people to run back to Myanmar, which directly becomes a huge pressure on the Burmese people, and will deal a fatal blow to the weakened Myanmar government.

These people are basically war prisoners captured by the Burmese. The country and tribe have been wiped out by Mangying Longmangyingli. What will they do when they return to their hometown?Or what will it do to the Burmese government that is not strong enough?Perhaps there was no need to wait until Xiao Ruxun led troops to fight there, the Burmese collapsed themselves.

The big battle ended in the afternoon, and the sporadic small battles did not end until the sun set. The Huoshaoyun in the sky and the Huoshao Company on the ground formed a perfect contrast. He had the urge to compose poetry, but he soon realized the fact that he was half-baked, and gave up the Confucian style of composing a poem after a big victory with a wry smile.

According to the practice on the battlefield, except for a few pickets, the main soldiers of the Ming army sat on the ground, leaned against each other in twos and threes, or took a nap, or closed their eyes to rest their minds, and quietly recovered their strength. Among the crowd, count the number of people one by one, count the heads, and check the results and losses.

(End of this chapter)