The galloping horses lost control of the cavalry. Some continued to rush forward and knocked away many Ming troops, while others turned to escape to both sides.

Suddenly, the front part was in chaos.

The Qing army general suddenly saw something strange, but there was no time to think. He subconsciously ordered the cavalry to continue to accelerate forward, because only in this way could the Ming army's array be destroyed. Even artillery and muskets could not be fired continuously. As long as he rushed into the enemy's formation, the situation could be completely reversed.

But in fact, how could Wu Zheng not think of this?

The cavalry is the king of the battlefield, and this crown does not really fall into dust until the machine gun appears.

But now, the smoothbore rifle that is loaded once every minute obviously cannot stop the cavalry from charging.

This is why Wu Zheng looked for wooden benches from the people's homes before leaving the city.

The musketeers are divided into three rows in front and back, and they are staggered on the wooden bench when firing, and then they are retracted after firing, and then the next row is firing. Three rounds of staggered shooting can reduce the firing interval to the limit.

After the Qing cavalry vanguard was killed, the subsequent cavalry continued to rush forward to the vanguard position and happened to face the second wave of shooting.

In theory, this can be achieved close to infinite to continuous transmission.

But in fact, this method is still problematic.

Wu Zheng discovered that the cavalry was rushing into Xia Wanchun's army at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the soldiers were constantly knocked away. If it weren't for the delay of relying on the ground, they would have been approached by the cavalry to the musketeers' ranks.

This is a blessing in disguise.

Wu Zheng knew what the problem was, but it couldn't be solved.

Because of the three rows of musketeers' rotational firing speed, they still couldn't keep up with the cavalry's charge.

Musketeers cannot be divided into too many rows. First, they are divided into too many rows, so the projectiles will not be dense enough. Second, once they are divided into four or five rows, it is likely to cause chaos in the soldiers. The most suitable number for this kind of take-by-turn shooting is three rows.

Wu Zheng could only resist, and took the lives of Xia Wanchun's soldiers.

Wu Zheng muttered silently and slowly pulled out the sword from his waist.

Looking at the Qing cavalry getting closer and closer, Wu Zheng knew that the last moment would eventually come.

After all, what is performed on TV is fake. With the looseness and speed of the cavalry, it is absolutely impossible to stop it with a single firearm.

Before there is no machine gun, the only thing that can stop the cavalry from charging is the shotgun. However, the shotgun has too short a range. Even if it can be stopped, it will require the lives of the soldier.

Just as now, three rows of muskets can effectively stop the cavalry from approaching, but in the end, because the array is not deep enough, the twelve arrays of spearmen in front have been broken through seven.

The collapse is just in the blink of an eye.

Wu Zheng looked at the direction where Xia Wanchun was originally in. Are you okay?

At this time, there was already a mess and I couldn't see who was who.

Wu Zheng silently raised his sword and looked at the young men who had been in the army for less than three months but were dragged onto the battlefield by himself and fought such a desperate battle. Wu Zheng smiled slightly.

The musketeers were still firing, and they were no longer nervous, and they were becoming more and more skilled in firing.

But it is probably going to end here. Wu Zheng sighed in his heart.

When Xia Wanchun's last array of spearmen was knocked out of a gap by an unmanned war horse, Wu Zheng knew that it was the last moment.

When musketeers are in front of the cavalry, they are a crop of leeks to be cut.

The knife in Wu Zheng's hand swung forward instantly, and the musketeers immediately dropped the musket in their hand and drew the knife forward. Their charge was messy.

Wu Zheng had already taken it unremittingly and he was charging forward.

But when Wu Zheng and the musketeers were about to have close contact with the Qing cavalry, gunfire sounded behind them.

The Qing cavalry, ten steps away, fell one after another, and then the Qing soldiers collapsed, and the few left them began to retreat.

But it takes time to turn around in front of the city wall. Before they could turn around, another round of gunfire sounds started, and then another round...

The musketeer who temporarily lost his target stood up in confusion, and so did Wu Zheng.

Looking back at the city wall, Wu Zheng had the urge to curse.

In fact, when Wu Zheng drew his sword and ordered the musketeers to charge, there were not many Qing troops, no more than three hundred.

It was just because the distance was too close and Wu Zheng did not climb high, his vision was blocked, and he could not see clearly how many people there were behind the cavalry.

The Qing army was indeed fierce, with less than 300 cavalry killed in battle and still rushing forward desperately.

Perhaps it was because the musketeers array was so close that they had hope in their hearts - rush over and kill them.

But the volleyball guns of foreign soldiers on the city wall completely shattered their fantasies and collapsed.

The surviving Qing cavalrymen lost more than a dozen people. Strangely, they no longer ran away from their horses, nor did they charge to death. They slid down from their horses, crawled on the ground, and started crying in vain.

The sad voice made all the Ming soldiers feel sorry for each other.

What was strange then was that none of the Ming soldiers waved their swords at them, and they didn't even look at them.

Looking at the corpses all over the ground, Wu Zheng couldn't be happy. He was desperately pulling out the corpses on the battlefield. Where is Xia Wanchun?

Wu Zheng wanted to cry at this time. When he first met Xia Wanchun, Wu Zheng wanted this young man who was two years younger than him to survive and survive until the end of the troubled times, but now he was ruined by himself a hundred steps outside the city gate.

"Look for~~~~!" Wu Zheng shouted in dismay.

More than a thousand musketeers flirted with each pile of corpses like headless flies.

Wu Zheng's heart slowly became cold. He pulled out the knife from his waist and walked towards the Qing soldiers who were crawling on the ground and howling.

And at this moment, a cheer sounded, "I found it, Lin'anbo is still alive!"

Wu Zhengdun stopped, threw down the knife in his hand with a "bang", slowly sat down to the ground, and laughed.

But tears rolled down in my eyes.

Xia Wanchun was lucky and did not die.

But it was very hurt.

The moment he caught the enemy, he was knocked away.

Then people kept falling on him and pressing him, which prevented him from being trampled and hurt again.

"Official, this person's body seems to be intact. But the bleeding of his facial features must be caused by severe internal injuries. If you want to save your life, you may have to rest for several months."

Looking at Xia Wanchun who was unconscious, Wu Zheng said in a deep voice to the doctor who was found in the city: "Save him and give him a great reward. He is dead, and your whole family will be buried with you!"

...The dozen surviving Qing soldiers outside the city were dead.

It was not killed by the Ming army, but suicide.

This actually made the Ming soldiers feel compassion, and they gathered them alone and dug a hole to bury them.

Wu Zheng was a little angry and did not kill them. It was not that Wu Zheng wanted to let them go, but that he heard that Xia Wanchun was still alive and was just excited.
Chapter completed!