Alfonso's face had already turned sallow as he looked at the dozens of people lying in a pool of blood in the procession, and he suddenly realized that he had encountered a not very simple army, these were by no means barbarian Oriental natives, and it was clear that they possessed more skill than the Portuguese.
Alfonso steadied himself, barely regaining some composure, which he had to do, for he knew very well that since he had penetrated deep into this place, he must not retreat.
He was even annoyed with the damned Wang Hanzhong, this guy actually deceived him, so much so that he despised the enemy on the other side.
But at this time, the situation was like an arrow on the bow, and he had to send it, Alfonso did not have the ease of the party, his face was calm, he stared ahead, and said viciously: "Forward." ” "Forward."
The order continued, and the herald, beating the snare drum, began to beat the advancing snare again.
At this time, Alfonso pressed the bad feeling in his heart, and silently said to himself in his heart: "Don't worry, the shooting time of the rifle is two minutes, after all, it takes time to reload gunpowder, as long as you continue to advance, you still have a numerical advantage, but maybe the casualties will be larger, but in the end they won and got that huge wealth, so the casualties are actually nothing." ” However, at this moment, the military quality of the Portuguese legion was reflected, although they were frustrated, but they still maintained their formation, after Alfonso's order, the little panic just now seemed to have not happened, without showing the slightest hesitation, the Portuguese legion continued to advance.
And in their hearts, they all hold a belief, although the opponent's musket is powerful, but the interval between reloading ammunition takes time, although in the process of marching, they will encounter more than a dozen rounds of salvo, the loss will be very large, even heavy, but no matter what, as long as they rush to the front, they will have the opportunity to kill those hateful Ming soldiers, and then get countless wealth.
They came here from thousands of miles away, and they were never afraid of death, and what they feared was only to return empty-handed.
After all, even if you return home, you may face a storm and another kind of death, so it is better to treat death as if you were home, and do a big job here.
The drums are still beating.
However, at this time, when the Portuguese sergeant regained confidence in himself and just wanted to continue to move forward and shoot the Ming army on the opposite side to pieces, the other party's gunfire disrupted their rhythm again.
The interval is less than ten seconds, yes, just less than ten seconds.
Ten seconds later, the gunshots rang out again, and they were only five steps away from what they had just been, and after five steps, the shots rang out.
All of a sudden, Alfonso saw another person next to him fall, even if it was more than 400 paces away, the bullet was still whistling, with huge penetrating power, he even saw a bullet with a tail flame spiraling directly into the head of a soldier next to him, with a snap, a blood hole appeared, and then the bullet actually passed through the back of the head.
Naturally, the soldier was dead, and he died a somewhat unjustly death, and this was a brave warrior, and Alfonso suddenly felt a little sad, for he knew this man, a man from a farmer's background, a sailor, and a very good soldier, who had shot thirty-seven native soldiers in Ceylon, but now, before he could show his skills, the bullet pierced his skull, his brain, and the back of his head.
Alfonso's face grew more and more ugly, and he finally felt a hint of fear, and finally felt that he was in the wrong place.
He remembered God.
At the same time, he gritted his teeth and said: "Forward" They must continue to move forward, because there is no way back, there is a distance from Tanggu here, and even if they want to retreat and want to get on the boat and leave, the other party will obviously not give them a chance.
So he could only keep shouting: "Kill them all, conquer these damned heretics, and move quickly." ” Bang bang The third round of shooting began, and in front of the Portuguese formation, another man fell like a wheat.
Wang Hanzhong, who was hung on the cross, couldn't laugh anymore, and was even stunned, he never imagined that it would be this ending, he couldn't help but shiver, a chill permeated his whole body, making his back break out in a cold sweat, how could this be possible Wang Hanzhong's eyes widened involuntarily, there was consternation in his eyes, and even a little horror, looking straight at what happened next.
To a certain extent, there is not much pressure on the shooting of the new soldiers of Zhenguo, because the enemy is too far away from them, they don't need to aim, they just need to do the same as during the exercise, well, after loading the Mini bullet into the bomb bay, and then opening the firing pin of the recumbent gun, and then there is no then, they themselves feel ridiculous, because there is really no pressure and know-how, this is what they practice every day, because there are no binoculars, but they don't have to aim, their order is, two hundred people in a column, Then reload, then take over from the front team, and start shooting.
Whether they hit the enemy or not, it obviously didn't make sense, but there was a wail in the distance, and the black team continued to advance.
Is there a problem, is it too powerful, and the other party does not have too many casualties at all, otherwise why hasn't the other party collapsed This question is on everyone's mind.
Fourth round Fifth round Sixth round Finally, the new soldiers of Zhenguo saw clearly the Portuguese on the opposite side, and the formation was a little messy, three or three in twos, although they were still moving forward quickly, but obviously, this phalanx had thinned a lot, at least at least six or seven hundred people less.
For an army of 3,000 men, a loss of 6 or 700 men means 20 percent of the battle losses, a very staggering rate, and under normal circumstances, enough to cause the vast majority of the army to collapse.
But these Portuguese, on this, were indeed an eye-opener, they did not break up, they still marched forward to the beat of drums, but at this time, there was no cheering and whistling, and there was no light, and they felt the pain for the first time, but the rain did not cease because of it.
Finally two hundred steps.
After the thirty-seventh round of shooting, the losses of the Portuguese had already reached half.
Zhu Houzhao's face has been completely pulled down, is this teasing him, this is the war Jin Ge Iron Horse, what about the Jin Ge Iron Horse Zhu Houzhao's face was ugly, and he finally couldn't help but say: "Fire gun, fire gun, take a fire gun and give it to me." aa2705221: