Chapter Thirteen: The Battle of Baiyanghe (Part 2)
When the sound rang out, the eyelids of the genitals who were rushing in front suddenly jumped. Just as he looked, he saw a row of enemy troops holding muskets aimed at them.
"Bang bang bang..." The explosion sounded instantly, and the general suddenly felt something hit in his chest and was beaten to stagger.
When I looked down, I saw a big hole in my armor on my body, but it was not shot through because it was too far away. A scream sounded from the side of the general. Looking up, I saw dozens of official troops lying on the ground.
There are firearms!
While the general was scared, he couldn't help but feel angry and his blood surged, shouting: "The firearm of the thief is useless. I will kill the thief for everyone."
"Kill!"
As he shouted, more than a thousand officials in front of him carried weapons and charged forward without fear. As long as one firearm was fired, it would be useless.
This is common sense!
Zhao Yan looked at the rushing official army and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
The first row of musketeers retreated quickly after firing.
"Second row~!" The commander of the musket company shouted loudly, and the second row of musket soldiers immediately stepped forward, kneeling in one row and standing in one row.
"Shoot!" The company commander waved his high hand down, and the musketeers in the second row immediately pulled the trigger.
"Bang bang bang..." Another heart-wrenching explosion. The government troops rushing towards the opposite side fell down dozens of people. The general widened his eyes and looked at the group of people opposite him in disbelief.
How is that possible?
Not only was he confused, but all the officials in the charge were confused.
"The third row~!"
"shooting……"
Before they could figure it out, a gunshot came from the opposite side, and the officials rushing in front fell down again. These ordinary soldiers, without armor and purely abandoned, were the most casualties.
“First row ~!”
"shooting……"
The musketeers' shootings are endless, and their speed is fixed at the "low-fire rate" every five seconds. These musketeers have not been trained for a short time. After a month of training, although the shooting speed can reach five or six shots per minute, some musketeers even raised the design speed to the peak of seven shots per minute, but the volleyball shooting needs to be uniform. They cannot do that level without long training.
The government army on the opposite side began to advance from two hundred meters away and continued to advance at a relatively slow speed. When it reached 170 meters away, it was already attacked by musketeers.
Under the continuous shooting of musketeers, when the officers advanced one hundred meters away, there were already heavy casualties. Three or four hundred people had already fallen during the advancement. The general was shocked and had already hid behind with his servants.
The sound of the musket sounded again, and everyone's pace couldn't help but shrink. The sound had become a death talisman, and many people had fallen around them all the way.
Some officials who could not bear the pressure turned around and ran away.
"Roar, rush, rush over and win." Amid the shouts of the generals, the official army in front did not advance, but turned around and ran away.
These officials rushed all the way outside the range of the musket before stopping.
Wu Anbang was so angry that he took out a whip and thrust a few times at the sergeant who was hitting the striker, cursing: "Bad, fool!"
"Sir, those thieves' firearms are too sharp, please... the lower official..." The general of the sect was about to argue that he had been kicked to the ground by Wu Anbang.
Wu Anbang cursed and quickly sent someone to conquer the defeated official army. However, he no longer had the previous contempt and seriously formed his subordinates' military formations.
Seeing the official army collapsed, Zhao Yan shouted loudly: "One battalion advances."
The musketeer walked in front with muskets and ammunition.
The henran gun array moved forward neatly like a hedgehog. It took Wu Anbang several minutes to get the battle array ready.
Thousands of official soldiers lined up with muskets in hand, waiting for the other party to come into contact with each other.
At this moment, Wu Anbang was extremely regretful. He set out before he was worried that the cannons were too troublesome and threw them directly in Ninghaizhou, otherwise he could also hit him a few cannons at this moment.
Just as Wu Anbang was waiting to send a gun to the other party, Zhao Yan suddenly stopped 150 meters away.
The terrifying voice sounded again.
“The first row is in place ~!”
Another row of guns came, and thirty or forty people fell down immediately. The officers holding muskets could not bear the pressure and directly knocked out the projectiles in their hands with a bang. The result was a chain reaction, and all the officers and soldiers shot out the projectiles in their hands.
Looking at him, the other party was safe and sound.
Amid the huge bombardment of muskets, Zhao Yan's side caused no casualties.
At this moment, a soldier suddenly came to report in panic, "Sir, it's not good, it's not good. Our ship was burned."
"What!" Wu Anbang was shocked.
"I don't know where more than two hundred riders came out, and they burned all the boats at the ferry."
"Sir, the firearms of the thief are sharp. We will fight against the enemy. If we cannot win, we will die. Only by attacking them with thunder will it be the law." Seeing this, Wu Anbang's newly-invited strategist hurriedly advised Wu Anbang.
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Chapter completed!