Lao Wan recognized the strong brand head with a honeycomb on his chest. The old military gangster nicknamed "Xu Yiba" was a real military bully. Any newcomer was bullied by him many times when he came. What's even more disgusting is that the thinner and timid ones were even "entered" by him... Lao Wan has seen many people who resisted, but they can't resist his fists and feet; he has also seen him chopping people's heads like mow grass when he suppressed bandits; he has also seen him blocking arrows shot with his side cards. However, now, his side cards explode with him, and his bravery has no chance to show them at all, and instantly becomes a corpse.

At Shi Yang's order, the Polu Camp and the Young Team gathered fire and fired at the same time. A distance of 2 or 30 steps was almost perfect, and a violent metal storm was shattered on the sea surface. The ladder broke, the side cards exploded, the leather armor was broken, and the body became a sieve.

In the first round of fire concentration, one-fifth of the new affiliated army was stripped away. All the auxiliary soldiers in the front row and the card players were killed. The pike formation behind was also swept out several gaps by bullets.

The New Army's resistance to combat losses is different. The Ma Fuji's unit's resistance to combat losses is about one-eighth. In other words, if more than 500 soldiers lose 70 or 80 people, they will retreat.

The Dragon Crow Army gathered fire in the first round, killing and injuring the new affiliated army, not to mention the terrifying pressure caused by an unprecedented metal storm.

The new army collapsed.

At this time, it was the time when the Polu Camp collectively silenced, and the soldiers of the team were extremely nervous and even rushed to load ammunition. If it was the assault camp led by Jiang Fenglie and Ouyang Guanhou, this was the perfect time for the new army to escape. However, when facing the young team, if you want to escape, you can leave some parts.

Bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang! This is the crisp sound of the pistols. The youth team has not many pistols, only seven or eight, but they are endless and almost stopping. The dense targets in front of them do not need to be aimed, and one shot is accurate.

Bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang! This is the huge roar of the hunting rifle. The most common thing in the youth team is the double-barrel hunting rifle. Although the shotgun needs to be replaced after two rounds, the rate of fire cannot be compared with the pistol, but it cannot be held back. In addition, the ammunition filling steps are also very simple and fast. The ones that are familiar only take two or three seconds. The continuous shots formed by more than twenty shotguns are also continuous, with even more powerful pistols, one sweeps a large piece.

The advantages of pistols and shotguns are most dazzling at this moment.

When the flintlock gun sounded again, the new army soldiers who were turning around and fleeing fell to the ground almost at the speed of dominoes. In just the second round of platoons, the five hundred new army soldiers who were Ma Fuji were completely crippled.

Although the flintlock rifle is not as fast as the pistol and is not as powerful as the shotgun, it should not be underestimated. The flintlock rifle equipped by the Dragon Que Army exceeds that of the firearms in the late Ming Dynasty, and is close to the classic flintlock rifle "Brown Beth" in the West in the 18th century. Compared with the breech gun, ammunition is easy to make and cheap, its effective range is twice as far as the pistol shotgun. It can break armor with fifty steps, and its effective range is 80 steps for armor-free targets, and its range exceeds the standard seven-dump bow of the Song army. The boretlock rifle that has developed quite maturely in hundreds of years is used in this medieval era. The firepower output is terrible enough to collapse any army.

"Shoot and stop shooting." Various gunshots on the battlefield kept roaring, and Shi Yang had to shout at the top of his lungs.

When the golden horn sounded, the Dragon Que Army soldiers who had sent off their sex also inertially shot out the filled lead balls before stopping. The young team was similar. In addition to having experience, the "old team members" who could hold the gun in time, and the new team members recruited later all stopped after knocking the gun chamber empty. This is also a common problem for rookies on the battlefield. Fortunately, they mostly use double-barrel hunting rifles, and if they can't hold them, they can only shoot two more bombs, so it won't be too wasteful.

The gunshot stopped, and there were no more standing people in front of me except for the corpses and wounded people on the ground. Hundreds of new affiliated soldiers fled everywhere, most of whom ran away to the main formation on the hillside, some hid behind the reefs, some jumped into the sea, and some were scared and lost. Some soldiers buried their faces in the mud, trembling and twitching.

Can't believe it! Can't believe it!

This is the mood of the Dragon Crow Army soldiers at this moment.

Only two or three rounds of gunfire, no arrows diffuse, no hand-blade close-up, several times the enemy was crippled - not retreating, not defeating, but really crippled, no longer gathering into a formation to launch a second attack. This new army was over.

The power of gunfire is so terrifying.

Zhao Lie breathed a sigh of relief, rubbing his palms hard on the Dawei. The Dawei, which was exposed to the sun, immediately had two more water stains. This was the first time that Zhao Lie used a commander instead of a storm captain to command a battle of nearly a thousand people. It was false to say that he was not nervous or afraid. As he said to the soldiers of the Dragon Que Army before, in war, everyone except the dead were afraid.

Zhao Lie's greatest reliance is his weapons and the ignorance of the enemy. Ignorance is unprepared, and unprepared will hit his gun like this. The first battle he commanded in his life was considered a victory, but he was not satisfied yet. He wanted to pursue complete victory.

Zhao Lie personally snatched the Dragon Bird Army flag from the flag-holding official, shook it left and right, and pointed forward with his fingers: "Beat the drum! Chase! Don't run away and caress the horse!"

...

Two hours later, it was dark. A defeated general who was disguised as armor came out of the woods. Their clothes were ragged by thorns, and blood marks were drawn on their faces and hands and feet. Some were covered in blood, and some were bandaged with cloth strips, with blood oozing out faintly.

This team of less than fifty people, everyone's faces were filled with fatigue and fear, and even their chief general, Ma Fu Ji was no exception.

At this moment, Ma Fuji had long lost his demeanor of the Confucian general. His beard was knotted, his hair was scattered, his lips were chapped, and his eyes were bloodshot. The silver armor on his body was also dull, and he only had one hand tightly holding the hilt of the sword, as if he could pull it out at any time.

"Everyone have a rest." Ma Fuji took a breath and looked for Keshu to sit down. "It's dark that the enemy will not dare to chase after him again, everyone will have a rest."

"Sir, Xie." The soldiers were angry and unable to thank them, and fell all over the ground.

"Sir, take a sip of water." One of the parents handed over a bamboo tube.

The horse stroked the machine and took it, poured it down with a big mouth, and then choked and coughed. This man was so... he was so unlucky that he was choked even when he was drinking water.

The dear general hurriedly stroked his back and calmed his breath. Ma Fuji coughed hard and sighed: "This is the most miserable defeat in his life."

The personal general whispered: "Sir, who would have thought that the Song army had such a powerful weapon? This is not a crime of war."

The deafening thunder sounded in Ma Fuji's mind again. Five hundred people, a whole battalion of soldiers, was gone in just a cup of tea, just like a dream. This battle was both afflicted and shocked. He was a Song general two years ago, so why didn't he hear that the Song army had such terrible weapons? If they had taken out these weapons earlier, why would they be beaten like this by the Mongols?

Ma Fuji was puzzled, shook his head, and said to his relatives: "Don't be careless. Choose a few soldiers to come to the road to set up defenses. If there is any movement, I will immediately send a warning."

The personal general bowed his order and hesitated for a moment, saying, "Sir, should you send a few people to Chilong Mountain first, and let the left-behind households lead people to protect the Lord..."

Ma Fuji said coldly: "We won't go to Chilong Mountain."

"That……"

"Let's go back to Wan'an Army Camp."

The dear general was happy: "That's good..."

A few people suddenly flashed out of the woods at the intersection, and the resting horse and the defeated soldiers were so shocked that their hair was raised up, and they hurriedly picked up their weapons.

"Mr. Wanhu, it's us..."

The relatives quickly lit the torch, but saw that the person who came was not much better than theirs. As soon as he showed his waist card, he was the soldier who stayed at the Wan'an Army Base Camp. The leader was still a hundred households with the surname Sun, and Ma Fuji and his relatives recognized him.

"Sun Baihu, you are..."

"Mr. Wanhu, Wan'anjun... lost..." Sun Baihu lay on the ground and apologized.

Ma Fuji's brain was dizzy, and his hands and feet became cold: "How could it be? How could it be? Thousands of you guard the camp, but you can't stop the attack of two hundred people? You can't even defend the darkness?!"

Sun Baihu cried and said, "Sir, it's not that we can't defend it, but that the Li Liao barbarians are bad things. There is a Li Liaodong Chief named Hong Siniang who rebelled against the Li soldiers guarding the Northern Camp, burned my food, grass and military weapons, causing chaos in our morale. The camp gate was opened and the Song army broke through, and thus the defeat...Sir!"

Ma Fuji stood up slowly, pulled out his sword and raised it high.

Sun Baihu hugged his head and shouted to spare his life.

The long sword slashed heavily, and turned halfway through, slashed into the tree pole, and the bark and wood chips flew around.

The horse stroked the chest and undulated, gasped, suddenly held his breath, and his eyes widened - there were lines of words engraved on the trunk of the tree, and several words looked very familiar, and the strokes were very similar to his own handwriting.

"Fire---Pie." The sound of the horse stroker was like it was squeezed out from the gaps in the teeth.

As my husband raised the fire to get closer, the six large words with deep trunks were suddenly impressed by:

"Ma Fuji died here!"
Chapter completed!