"Mr. Chen! The barbarians stopped one mile away from us. A red-haired guy came over, as if he had something to say!" Hu Zicang said, pointing to the sirloin soldier in the distance.

Chen Wei said impatiently: "Go and tell them! If you want to fight, beat them, don't be so slap like a woman!"

"Yes!" Hu Zicang agreed and walked out of the team to meet the people coming.

Before he got closer, he heard the other party talking in a lot, and Hu Zicang was confused.

He shook his head, pointed at the other party and said, "Listen to the barbarian opposite, my adult said, "If you want to fight, just fight, don't be like a woman who is silly..."

The red-haired Westerners seemed to be unable to understand Hu Zicang's words, and seemed to hear the mockery in it. They became extremely angry and actually took off the musket behind them and pointed it at Hu Zicang.

Hu Zicang was startled and didn't care about his image and fell to the ground.

The red-haired sliver man on the opposite side did not shoot at all, and laughed with the gun in his arms, and laughed out loud from the sliver team behind him.

Hu Zicang was so angry that he smoked his seven orifices, but he didn't expect that he was fooled by the barbarians. Thinking of his brother behind him, he couldn't help but get angry from his heart.

He pulled out the short gun directly from his waist and pointed it at the red-haired barbarian and pulled the trigger one after another.

"Bang bang!" Several dart bullets came out of the chamber, and the laughing man stiffened his body and looked at his chest in disbelief.

Several blood holes were bleeding there, and he didn't even ignite the fuse. He just wanted to scare the natives in the east and increase his morale, but he didn't expect that the other party really fired.

How could the other party shoot so quickly? Why didn’t they need to light the ignition rope? Why could they fire just by pulling the gun?

With doubts, the sliver man fell into a pool of blood, but Hu Zicang lifted his armor and "spit" hard on the ground.

Before he could do anything, the Ganli Silk Team was shot loudly, and several people opened fire one after another, which scared Hu Zicang so much that he turned around and ran away.

The Ganlasi people cursed and the entire army slowly advanced towards Qingjin City. They wanted to slaughter the city and avenge their dead companions.

When the Jingbei Army at the Qingjin City saw Hu Zicang's embarrassment, they also burst into laughter. Xiao Shitou even shouted in the team: "Captain, run quickly! The wild dog is about to bite your butt!"

"Get out of your boy's egg! You're not going to line up quickly. If you can't beat the silk man, I want you to look good!" Hu Zicang cursed while running.

Xiao Shitou said with a relaxed face: "Captain, don't worry! After practicing for so long, if you can't beat a few barbarians, brothers, please wipe your necks!"

While talking, Hu Zicang finally ran back to the team, kicked Xiao Shitou's butt, and said angrily: "You guy is talking nonsense, don't you check the musket!"

Xiao Shitou patted the dust on his butt without hesitation and said, "Captain! Don't worry! Ensure that these barbarians will never come back!"

The sliver people gradually approached, and the soldiers in the front row resisted the muskets, raised their chests and raised their heads to advance neatly in the military music. They walked to the eighty steps below Qingjin City, but the formation still did not change much.

Seeing this, Chen Wei couldn't help but smile in his eyes and said to the messenger: "Let the cannons on the top of the city start!"

The messenger responded and waved the flag in his hand. The gunner, who had already prepared for a while on the top of the city, immediately ignited the fuse.

Amid the sound of cannons, smoke filled the city of Qingjin, and more than a dozen shells flew towards the team of the Ganli Silk Man.

The screams instantly resounded through the Ganlisi team, but such casualties did not make them afraid. Soon someone filled the vacant space and continued to approach the city of Qingjin.

Chen Wei nodded slightly. Although he called the Ganli Si people a barbarian, the other party did have extraordinary points. He was still still unrest when bombarded and could still move forward, which was stronger than most soldiers of the Ming Dynasty Guard.

But is this the capital they came to invade Qingjin City? If only this is the ability, it can only be said that the Ganlusi people are too arrogant.

"Sixty steps to open fire! I want to see how many corpses these barbarians use to reach the city of Qingjin!" Chen Wei ordered coldly.

In the front row, Hu Zicang took the lead in lifting the musket and shouted with a long voice: "Prepare..."

The musketeers in the front row raised the muskets almost at the same time, and the muskets were like forests of guns, pointing at the approaching silk man.

"Open fire!"

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The gunshots were as dense as fried beans, and countless whistling bullets hit the sliver man. The soldiers who shot the bullets in the empty gun turned around at the same time, walked from the gap in the team to the last row and reloaded the bullets. The second row took a step forward and raised the gun again, and began to shoot with the command sound.

At first, Johns was still secretly happy when he saw Jingbei Army lifting his gun and firing out sixty steps. Their mesh guns theoretically had less than fifty steps in their range, but at this distance, they could not guarantee the hit rate and their lethality would be greatly weakened.

Therefore, the mainstream style of playing in Western countries is to get close to the enemy. It is best to put the musket on the other party’s forehead and fire. It is necessary to see who cannot bear the casualties first. This tactic has a resounding name in the future, that is, queuing up and shooting.

The distance between the two sides is about thirty steps. If they can approach the opponent's fifteen steps and their formation is not chaotic, they can generally win the battle.

When Johns saw that Jingbei Army also used muskets, he habitually set the firing distance to about thirty steps.

Seeing that the Jingbei Army was the first to open fire, subconsciously thought that the Jingbei Army was timid and did not dare to fight against the Ganli Si people.

But the next scene made him stunned. The range of Jingbei Army muskets was surprisingly far, and sixty steps were enough to kill the Gan La Si people.

Moreover, the Jingbei Army's muskets did not seem to need to ignite the fuse. Although this step is omitted, the musket rotation speed has been greatly accelerated, and the bullets are hit like splashing water.

Just a few rounds of fire allowed all the soldiers in the front of the Ganlisi team to suffer casualties. Such a large casualties made Johns' eyes twitch continuously.

When did Orientals become so powerful? They actually equipped with flintlock rifles?

You should know that such muskets have existed in the West for a long time, but the outrageous ignition rate makes it impossible for such muskets to be equipped with the army.

But the Orientals actually took the lead in using it, and the ignition rate does not require a bad match rope. This slight gap is enough to influence the outcome of the war.

Johns waited anxiously, and finally approached fifty steps and immediately ordered the fire to open.

The Ganlisi people, who had been stimulated by casualties, immediately launched a counterattack and kept firing at the Jingbei Army. Smoke burst into smoke in front of the two sides, and bullets roared towards the other side.

Fifty steps were a bit difficult for the contrailer. After the lead bullets were broken through the plate armor, the kinetic energy was exhausted. Many soldiers from Jingbei Army who had several lead bullets in a row were still firing.

This unequal battle was simply a massacre. In less than a stick of incense, the sliver team was a little messy.
Chapter completed!