The first row of musketeers had finished firing, and quickly retreated to the last row, and took from the reserve musketeers a finger-thick, five-finger-long cowhide cylinder, the upper cover of which had been bitten open by the reserve musketeers with their teeth.The musketeer poured the gunpowder from the upper end of the cylinder and the conical bullet with a small tail into the muzzle of the musket, and then tamped it with a stabbing strip, poured all the gunpowder from the lower half of the cylinder into the chamber of the musket, and then stood up with the end of the gun.Each reserve musketeer tended to a full-fledged musketeer charge, and beside them, in the ground, lay a square wooden box filled with cylindrical brown paper bags.The first row of musketeers retreated and became the last row.By the time they had finished reloading their gunpowder bullets, the second row of musketeers had finished firing and were retreating, and the third row had become the first row and was ready to fire.The musketeers, who had already been loaded, became the second row.This cycle is repeated, ensuring the continuity of musket firing.The extremely fast bullets with tracer light flew towards the soldiers who were carrying their shields and advancing side by side at a speed invisible to the naked eye.In an instant, the rows of shields quickly fell back as if they had been attacked by a hurricane, and then, the soldiers with the shields flew out upside down and smashed into the bodies of the soldiers behind them.The bullet entered, making a terrifying "chirping" sound, and before the first row of soldiers could make a sound, blood splattered and died at the feet of the second row of soldiers.The second platoon of soldiers was stunned, unable to figure out what was happening.The bullets fired by the musketeers in the second row arrived immediately, and before the Shun soldiers could come to their senses, they screamed in batches and were knocked down by the bullets and knocked away.The bright lines drawn by bullets in the front team of the Shun army flickered from time to time, and the sound of "chirping" into the flesh was endless.In an instant, more than half of the 1,000-strong team lay down.The soldiers who were still alive were frightened by this horrific scene, and finally came to their senses, turned around, and fled backwards with their lives.Niu Fangliang was behind, and after listening to the situation told by the palm brigade who ran back in front, he didn't believe it at all.He has seen a lot of muskets, the Ming army, the Manchu Qing, he himself has played with muskets, that thing is troublesome to charge, how can it be possible to shoot continuously and there is no accuracy at all a hundred paces away.Even if you have a quasi-head, you can't wear leather armor and can't kill people.He ordered five hundred archers to be prepared to go forward and shoot at the enemy, and then ordered the brigade to take the remnants of his men and follow the archers.Once the archers suppressed the enemy's muskets, the brigade must take his soldiers to occupy the opposite barrier and redeem the merits, otherwise, the military law will do this time, Niu Fangliang followed the archers, he wanted to see what magic the other party had, and frightened his usually flying and domineering brigade to the point that he saw the opponent's archers coming like a ghost, and Hakesh no longer put the enemy within one hundred and twenty paces.The enemy was still a hundred and fifty paces from the rampart, and just after the limit distance of a normal bow and crossbow, Hakesh gave the order to fire.The five hundred archers could not have imagined that the muskets would go so far, and they were still marching in a relaxed formation, with their bows and arrows still on their backs.As a cloud of blue smoke rose again from the opponent's barrier, the soldiers in front of them fell, and then screams came and went, and chaos became a mess.A bullet with a whistle sound, "whoosh" flew towards Niu Fangliang, "poof" pierced into the leather armor of the arm guard on his shoulder, and was slid out by the leather armor.Leather armor flew around, revealing a fist-sized hole, and blood quickly flowed out of the hole.Niu Fangliang just felt that he had been punched in the shoulder, and when he saw the blood flowing from his shoulder, he felt a hot, burning pain.He was shocked, and knew that this firearm was not the bird gun he was familiar with, and it was not something that human beings could resist.He put his hand on the wounded shoulder, endured the pain, and shouted orders for the soldiers in front of him to retreat.It's too late.Under the continuous musket fire of the opposing side, the five hundred archers simply did not have time to retreat.At the beginning, the musketeers were a little nervous when they first came to the actual battle, the muskets could not play the fast pace of training, and the team had a large number of soldiers, so they had a chance to run back halfway.Now, the musketeers who have gone through actual combat are veterans of a hundred battles, but they have never fought in actual combat with muskets, and they adapt quickly.The second time he rejected the enemy, he fully exerted the speed of his usual training, and where would he give the opponent a chance.The commander of the brigade who followed behind led a few soldiers, risking death to drag Niu Fangliang out of the range of the opponent's musket.Niu Fangliang was furious, and without waiting for the doctor in the army to finish bandaging him, he stood up and shouted: "Prepare three standard men and horses, all bring shields, charge me intensively, and if you don't retreat, you want to see how many soldiers can you block me with his broken guns" Just now he had noticed before the battle that there were not many muskets in the opponent's barrier, but they were divided into three casts, so it seemed that the muskets were continuous.He thought that as long as his soldiers could resist the enemy's three shots of muskets, while they were loaded, the remaining soldiers who were not hit by the muskets could take advantage of this gap to rush into the opponent's ramparts, and then the opponent's muskets would lose their power.He had not seen the principle of continuous firing of muskets, and his thinking was too simplistic.Three thousand soldiers, armed with a sword in one hand and a shield in the other, formed a dense formation, and when they approached the range of the opponent's musket, they shouted and quickly rushed towards the barrier.The opponent's musket rang out again, and after three shots, there was no pause.Rows of Dashun soldiers fell one by one, and those who rushed through the musket net were specially cared for by a few scattered musketeers organized by Hakesh, and none of them could come close to within fifty paces of the barrier.It didn't take long for half of the 3,000 soldiers to fall.The lieutenant who led the team knew that this would only increase the casualties, and Ming Jin ordered a retreat
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