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Chapter 1466 Collapse

Fei Yu's comrade-in-arms fled, right in front of his eyes.

The matter of deserters is difficult to stop and eradicate, and if there is the first, there will be the second.

And often, it appears before the two armies face to face, and then the victory is established... Many battles cannot be fought at all. When one side charges, the other side is on the verge of being routed and defeated.

Fortunately, the formation of the Rakshasa army was in their favour.

When the troops charging in the muddy wetlands reached a certain distance, they dispatched arquebus men carrying muskets and striding forward with large strides. The infantry and cavalry behind them separated from the middle and circled from the two wings like flowing water.

Fei Yu first heard gunshots not far away, and then watched helplessly as the man who fled in front of him paused, clutching his chest and almost being knocked over by the force, then knelt on the ground moaning and struggling—kneeling crawled back.

He couldn't stand up anymore, Fei Yu and his companions hurriedly dragged him back to the front line, this is a lucky man.

Just now, almost at the same time as he was hit, several people fell down in the army formation. Some people were directly pierced by muskets in the chest, and they were hit at the strongest place of the heart shield, and they died immediately.

'The bird guns used by the enemy seem to be different. '

Fei Yu was thinking this in his heart, and from the corner of his eye, he could see that in the smoke of the enemy's line gradually dissipating, the shooting postures of the Raksha musketeers seemed to be really different. Fire with a musket.

Their panic did not last long, and though the musketeers in the first platoon had retreated, and a volley of arrows was raining down on them, there was a clatter of clangs in the ranks, but no one seemed injured.

Immediately afterwards, their earthen turrets rang, and more than a dozen Franco cannons fired in all directions. There were few scattered shots in the front, maybe three or four. The musketeers who were going to step forward to fill their positions shot a large area together.

If it weren't for the sound of these cannons, Fei Yu and the others, unable to bear the fear of being shot by muskets, would probably charge first.

Even if they wear the best armor, the musket is not a crossbow after all, it does not rely on manpower, the meaning of existence is to break the best armor.

In Spain, people made heavy-duty matchlock guns for the pursuit of attack power; while in Daming, where gunpowder was richer and richer, people chose simpler and rude methods.Well, double the medicine, six dollars.

With one of these two methods, it is difficult to have an impenetrable armor in the world.

At this moment, the gunners of the Raksha Army have Spanish heavy muskets bought from English merchants.

But with artillery support, that's another story.

This thing has a greater blow to morale than muskets.

The musketeers in the front row were shot over, and few of them were killed directly. Their wailing in front of the battle became the most frightening death knell.

The musketeers who were in rotation at the back were timid, and some fell behind and dared not go forward to shoot again. The officer held a moonblade ax and yelled and barely managed to gather a row of musketeers, but this time there was a big problem with the volley.

At least in Fei Yu's eyes, there was no longer a row of gunpowder smoke rising from the enemy's position, but intermittent white smoke, and the number of lead pellets projected to the front line was also much less. Pushed by friendly forces to rest under the earth fort.

Maybe they forgot to pour the priming medicine into the medicine tank under nervousness, maybe they forgot to stuff the bullets into the gun chamber when loading the bullet, or maybe he didn't pull the trigger when someone else pulled the trigger. A lot of questions.

The distance between the two armies was not far, and Fei Yu, who had his heart hanging in his throat, even felt that the calf on the other side was stuck in the mud, and the voice of the iron woodman officer who was covered in plate armor was very clear.

It was impossible for him to hear the wailing on the battlefield, all the sounds he made up in his head, but it was very useful.

The enemy's dismay calmed Fei Yu's nervousness and excitement slightly.

But after waking up for a while, he noticed from the corner of his eye that the flanks under the fort were being attacked by enemy cavalry, and they were retreating steadily. Their phalanx was constantly being squeezed, and they were in danger.

And the large army that passed them and went straight to the central army has also been in hand-to-hand contact with the nomadic soldiers. The shouts of killing sounded from behind them, but they were powerless at this time. Their commanders were still standing firmly on the fort, supervising the repeated textbook-like loading of the artillery. action.

Fei Yu felt that the enemy on the front line would not be able to withstand the next shelling attack. He tightly grasped the steel mace in his hand and carried it on his shoulder, ready to deal with the enemy army in hand-to-hand combat.

The enemy really didn't wait for the next artillery blast. After the musketeers, countless infantry rushed up. They carried all kinds of weapons and wore all kinds of armor, and some of them didn't wear any armor at all. , wearing only a fur jacket or even a woolen or linen robe, like water at high tide.

surging.

In the forefront is a group of tortoises on horseback.

They generally wear plate armor, and their arms and legs are all made of plate armor. They charge with weapons that look heavy at first glance; It looks like going to war with a big belly.

But no one dared to underestimate them. Chen Ce, the commander of the porters, had taught them according to the scriptures earlier. Even if you break the armor on the abdomen of a person wearing a belly armor, it is still difficult to kill the people inside, unless it is Use a firearm.

What's more, infantry has a natural fear of cavalry.

That is to say, the mud everywhere on the battlefield made it difficult for the horses to run, which made the turtle men on horseback look less scary, otherwise the general reserve team in Qi Jiguang's mind would probably be scared away before the battle.

A young nobleman stared at Fei Yu through the narrow sight of the pig-mouth helmet.

In fact, as long as people see him, it's hard not to focus on him. This man stands at the front line and looks as big as a hill. Others look rectangular in armor, but his legs are stuck in the mud. It looks like a square.

Standing in the army formation occupies a wider area than others, if you don't beat him, who will you beat?

The nobleman on the horse held a two-handed sword weighing five catties, and the overwhelmed horse ran rattling in the mud. The sword approached its owner, who was already hungry and thirsty, so he simply jumped off the horse with the sword in hand. When he got down, he was really a man with superb martial arts skills, and he landed very steadily.

It's just that he took two steps after landing and found that he was not as fast as a horse running in the ankle-deep mud, but it seemed that the matter had come to an end, and he couldn't lose his momentum, so he simply ran towards Fei Yu with a big sword in his hand .

When he was approaching, he twisted his hips, turned his waist, swung his arms, swung the big sword with both hands in a semicircle above his head, and struck towards Fei Yu with unparalleled power.

He could even see the panic in the opponent's eyes through the gap in the helmet. Although this person's footsteps were steady, his hands and eyes were not in the same place. He was obviously not good at martial arts, and he even wanted to raise his weapon to block the incoming sword... Humph, what a joke .

The two-handed sword was born to kill infantry. Even if it is a phalanx of spears, as long as the offensive tactics are proper and the friendly forces cooperate, a big sword can cut a gap in the spear formation. How can that stick be able to resist it? .

But when the weapons collided, his great sword flew away.

The steel mace also swung half a circle on top of Fei Yu's head, and he took a step forward, chopping it down from top to bottom as if wielding a gravel hammer.

The empty-handed knight had no time to retreat, so he could only raise his arm to block it.

The next moment, the arm armor bent, and seven or eight rivets flew around with the bone stubble.

(End of this chapter)