The vanguard of the Batou bandits is getting closer and closer to the Flintlock Spearman.

When they saw the rockets shut down, they gradually became excited. Seeing so many partners died in the rocket explosion, and now the rockets that serve the team stopped shooting, the dam head bandits showed a fury after the disaster. This anger was like a tiger accidentally pushed by a deer antler and injured his stomach, so they had to kill the elk to vent their anger no matter what.

They rushed towards the muzzle of the service regiment with the loosest formation.

"Splitting the Sky" Guo Xiao rode on his war horse, shuttled back and forth among the loose bandits, roaring, and encouraging the extremely tense bandit morale.

The other thief leaders do the same thing, so that the loose formation does not affect the impact force of the rushing formation, and make the rushing formation faster and more powerful.

Distance is one hundred meters.

Fifty meters distance.

Qin Zhao had already seen the ferocious anger on the face of the burglar bandit.

Seeing so many armored thieves rushing up, the new recruits in Qin Zhao's army were moved. After all, they had only been practicing for a few months and had just trained the queue, but their ability to fight swords and swords was not very strong.

Fortunately, the thieves' queue was extremely loose, and only one person could be found in five or six steps. Qin Zhao's 1,500 people stood in a circular formation with a radius of about twenty-five meters. The dam-tou bandits faced by this circular formation had only five or six people on each side.

The next face, the next five or six people, is behind seven or eight meters.

Qin Zhao divided the flintlock spearmen into four groups and fired in four stages. According to the speed of the veterans loading every 20 seconds, Qin Zhao's musketeers could shoot once in five seconds, with one hundred people shooting each time.

The front of the BATO bandits was only 20 within five seconds, and 30 people rushed into the effective killing range of the flintlock rifle.

The loose formation on the front of the Batou bandit is not enough to be hit by the four-stage striking flintlock gunners.

Qin Zhao put the dam to the top bandit within ten meters, and let the dam to the top bandit forward who was desperately charging rushed to the front of the caltrop, stopped, and waved his hand.

"shooting!"

"Smack and fuck!"

One hundred bullets rushed towards the damhead bandits like raindrops.

The round lead bullet has no technical content, it is just an ordinary bird gun bullet. However, within a distance of tens of meters, the bird gun bullet is extremely fatal. According to Qi Jiguang's "Ji Xiao New Book" records: "The Lingnan musket has a large eyelet, and it is made of steel twice, weighs six kilograms, and it also has eight or nine kilograms. It is fifty steps (top), and the foot is shot through two layers of a willow board. The soldier's armor is incompetent."

Even the fish scale armor made of fine steel cannot stop the bullets of the Flintlock Gunman.

Blood exploded on the bodies of the bandits like a spring flower, extremely gorgeous.

Qin Zhao put the vanguard in the vanguard in a very close place before firing, and what he needed was accuracy. The rifleman fired into the fan-shaped area in front, and knocked down all the vanguards within forty meters in one volley. After all, the vanguards discharged an extremely loose formation, and there were only 40 or fifty people in the fan-shaped area of ​​the vanguards.

The dam-headed bandits who rushed to the front of the caltrops were still thinking about how to clean up the prickly steel. They were all covered in lead bullets and spitting blood on the ground.

Their back was cleared, and the flintlock rifles of the service regiment were well-made, and the shooting teams allocated targets reasonably. They shot their front-line enemies and almost killed all the bandits who were attacking the front.

Only one of the more than 40 people rushed up was not hit. He looked around and found that he suddenly stood in an empty no-man's land. All the croakers beside him fell to the ground, screaming and moaning, rolling desperately, as if he wanted to roll out the round lead in his body.

Then there is the second wave.

The more than forty people who rushed up in the second wave learned their lessons, bent down and charged, and their steps slowed down. They were not so ferocious and angry, nor were they so brave. They had a look of panic and fear on their faces. After all, more than forty people in front were almost wiped out. The more than forty people who were wiped out were the bravest old thieves, and the people behind them were already much worse in momentum.

What greeted them was the second round of ruthless flintlock volley.

More than forty people were like old telephone poles in forty typhoons, screaming and spewing blood, and then fell down without any suspense.

Then there is the third round.

"Smack and fuck!"

The charge speed of the BATou bandits had dropped to more than 100 meters and twenty seconds. All bandits opened their eyes wide and looked at the muzzle in front, showing their fear of death.

Then there is the fourth round.

"Smack and fuck!"

There were no dam-tou bandits charging in the front. They walked into the fan-shaped area forty meters ahead of the service regiment as helplessly as a selected death row prisoner.

Then they screamed and covered the wounds on their bodies, moaned and roared, fell to the ground and twitched and struggled.

The four-stage fire formation of the flintlock rifle was like a continuous fire-breathing dragon, killing all the bandits who rushed up to death.

Finally, no one walked forward in the front.

The frontal musket formation is so terrible. This is not a war. It is clearly a group of death row prisoners facing the enemy. The old thieves who have practiced martial arts for their whole lives are easily knocked down by advanced flintlock guns like sandbags, and all the swords and swords fighting martial arts suddenly become worthless. The old thieves who could have fought against one and one against three have become cheap cannon fodder.

Guo Xiao's face turned bloody.

Can't rush up?

Lost?

uncertain!

There seems to be no muskets on both sides of the service regiment, and the bandits surrounding them on both sides can surround the musket soldiers.

Zhan Wen had led 300 cavalry to go around behind and wanted to attack the battle formation of the service regiment from the last side.

Guo Xiao rode on the horse and desperately scolded the old thieves who were walking slowly, hoping that the old thieves would muster up the courage again. Unconsciously, he rode within 100 meters of the service group.

He thought he was very safe, after all, the effective range of the flintlock rifle of the service regiment was only 40 meters or 50 meters.

Qin Zhao waved his hands to the twenty rifled rifle snipers under his command.

"Kill the bandit leader to death and split the sky!"

Twenty snipers aimed at Guo Xiao who was riding back and forth from 80 meters away. It was a bit difficult to hit the moving target at this distance. After all, Guo Xiao was riding sideways against the life force team, and the shooter was attacking a fast moving target.

But there are twenty guns here.

"Smack and fuck!"

Guo Xiao was not shot or realized the danger, and was still riding a horse to yell at the bandits.

Qin Zhao shouted angrily: "Test again!"

The smoothbore gunmen began to shoot bandits who were bypassing from the left and right sides, but bandits who were bypassing from further away could not shoot, and the battle seemed to be about to evolve into hand-to-hand combat.

Qin Zhao prepared four hundred high stools in the middle of the round formation. The smoothbore gunman was ready to go on the stool to shoot the thieves behind the hand-to-hand combat front.

The rifled gunmen loaded the bullets as quickly as possible.

"Smack and fuck!"

The moment the fire ejected from the muzzles of twenty rifled guns, Guo Xiao suddenly lost his voice like a sandbag and fell off his horse.

Qin Zhao waved his hand excitedly and shouted loudly: "I hit it!"

Qin Ning and Zhao Liangce raised their fists and shouted: "I hit it!"

"I was beaten to death by splitting the sky!"

"I'm dead after splitting the sky!"

A loud "boom" suddenly sounded on the battlefield.

The sound was gathered by the roaring cry of countless old thieves. They split the sky and died in battle, and no one had any ridiculous thoughts of continuing to charge.

They all turned around and ran away. After all, no matter how terrible the owl soldiers behind the formation were, they could still fight. And the flintlock death gun arrays in front seemed to be unable to fill many lives.

The death penalty area in front is much scarier than the troops behind.

But they thought too much, and there were no troops to fight against the formation behind them. As soon as Guo Xiao died, the troops to fight against the formation began to escape.

More than three thousand dam head bandits are like more than three thousand wild boars, panicing in the October wilderness.

The soldiers of the service regiment raised their hands: "I won!"

"Win it!"

"Wan Sheng!"

"Wan Sheng!"
Chapter completed!