One person shoots ten shots!

Is fighting so simple?

No.

But sometimes, it's very simple. For Sun Ermao, every time when he pulled the trigger, he had a feeling that those thieves were like rabbits under the gun, just like in the past after the autumn harvest,

Hunting hares in the fields is the same as hunting hares, except that at that time bows were used, but now muskets are used.

However, even muskets sometimes misfire. When he pulled the trigger again, although the flash cap exploded, there was no familiar back seat. He was stunned and did not react for a while.

What's going on?

Before he could react, he heard the captain on the side shouting.

"They all have pig brains. They use a purge when shooting more than a dozen times. There are residues in the barrel and the bullets are blocked..."

Obviously, I'm not alone in this problem.

Although the flammable paper-cased fixed-loading ammunition can be directly inserted into the bullet chamber when using it, the flame generated by the flash cap will ignite the flammable paper shell and gunpowder together, speeding up the shooting.

Along with the speed, it also brings another problem - gunpowder residue hanging in the barrel.

This is because the Migne bullet is only slightly smaller than the caliber of the barrel. If the bullet chamber is smooth, it can naturally fall to the bottom of the bullet chamber with the help of gravity. Even if there is a little residue, the paper shell can be dropped by weighing the gun butt on the ground.

to the bottom, but the problem is that after long-term shooting, as the residue increases, the bullet is likely to get stuck in the middle of the barrel. Naturally, the flame of the flash cap will not be able to ignite the flammable paper shell, and the gun will become

Dumb.

The only way to solve the problem is to put a cloth strip on the gun barrel after every dozen or so shots, and wipe the residue off the gun barrel. But the problem is... many people only care about shooting, and there is no need to wipe the gun barrel.

barrel.

After misfiring one after another, the captains naturally started to curse because they hated the iron. In the captain's scolding, Sun Ermao hurriedly picked up the rod inserted in the ground, stuffed it into the muzzle of the gun, and used the force of the bullet to compact it.

Working hard, cleaning the barrel of the gun.

After a moment, he pulled the trigger again.

When he quickly loaded the bullets from the tiles into the barrel of his gun, he looked up and saw a bandit wielding a big knife in the distance, desperately squeezing through the gap between the deer villages. He quickly picked up the gun and aimed at the guy.

"kill……"

Before he even finished shouting, Li Dahu felt as if his chest was hit by a hammer. His whole body went limp and he fell on the Luzhai. Blood foam was pouring from the corners of his lips, and his eyes were full of unwillingness. He even

He was hit by bullets without seeing the appearance of the officers and soldiers clearly.

As his consciousness blurred, there was only one thought left in Li Dahu's mind.

Steamed bun!

How much would that be if I could have one bite of white flour steamed buns?

Hanging like this between Luzhai, his life was slowly passing by, while more people around him died under artillery fire and rain of bullets, and the bandits fell one after another.

"Kill, kill, kill officers and soldiers, eat big meat, eat..."

Before Yi Mei could finish his words, a nearby artillery shell knocked him to the ground. The fragments of the shell directly cut off one of his thighs, and blood flowed like a column for a while.

"Master Mei, Master Mei..."

An old camp soldier shouted, and as soon as he ran toward him, the old camp soldier fell heavily to the ground, and a stray bullet hit his head.

"Quick, quick, protect Mr. Mei..."

The guards beside Yi Yimei tried to carry him back, but before they could make a hasty retreat, they were blown to pieces by artillery shells.

After several rounds of artillery and rifle volleys, the vanguard of tens of thousands of bandits was killed by four to five thousand people. The remaining people fled back desperately, but so many people were heading towards the narrow passage between Luzhai. Crowding, everyone huddled together, causing the scene to fall into chaos. The Ming army in the trenches did not even need to aim. They only needed to aim at the crowd and they would definitely hit an enemy. Sometimes a shell fell into the crowd. , there will be a bloody storm immediately, with broken limbs flying in the air, broken intestines, broken arms, and minced meat flying everywhere, and more of them are wounded people struggling in a pool of blood.

The sound of gunfire and artillery echoed in the air. Amidst the sound of gunfire, some lucky people still escaped. They ran back in fear, but those shells and bullets still kept coming from behind as if they had eyes. When the attack hit, many people fled halfway, but were still blown up into the sky or hit by bullets.

Finally, when the sound of gunfire stopped, only corpses were left on the ground, as well as half-dead thief soldiers wailing and struggling on the ground.

Liu Fangliang and others who were watching the battle behind the formation were all stunned by the scene in front of them. They had fought, and more than once, and they had attacked dozens of cities, but this scene in front of them still shocked them. My back feels cold, and I may even break into a cold sweat.

"Of course, back in Ningwuguan, we weren't so cruel..."

Liu Fangliang couldn't help but said.

At Ningwuguan, the Shun army lost 70,000 lives in just a few days. But how skilled was the man in front of him? These dog officers and soldiers were so damn powerful!

Ximei was dead, and even the madman fled back in fear. His body was covered in blood, which belonged to others, and there was even a piece of minced meat hanging on his shoulder. He, who was once known as a madman, turned pale. said.

"Here, these firearms of the dog army are so powerful. When the lead hits a person, it can make a blood hole as big as a fist. I, I have been fighting for so many years, and I have never seen such a powerful weapon. When the cannon hits, there will be no living person in Fang Yuan for dozens of feet..."

As he was talking, the madman shivered with lingering fear. He was lucky enough to survive. Even now, he has not forgotten that after killing Luzhai before, he was knocked to the ground when the shells blew up the people around him. In this scene, if someone hadn't blocked him in front of him, his life would have been left there. When he stood up from the pile of dead people, he was covered in blood. All he could see were stumps and broken limbs. Arms, and wounded soldiers who were struggling in a pool of blood and dying.

Even though he was used to seeing death, he was still shocked by such a tragic scene.

Seeing the crazy appearance, Liu Fangliang just smiled and said, although he was horrified in his heart.

"It doesn't matter, it's just a test. Let's take it down at once when we fight!"

After saying that, Liu Fangliang stared ahead coldly. Through the telescope, he saw the Ming army coming out from behind the Luzhai. They were holding long spears in their hands and walking around the Luzhai.

What are they doing?

Clean the battlefield.

Carrying the gun, I walked to the pool of blood between the deer villages and looked at the struggling and squirming thieves. They had either lost their arms or their thighs. Many of them even had their legs and arms missing. They were struggling like fish in a pool of blood. When they saw them coming, the thieves cried loudly.

"Please, make up for it, make up for it..."

How many people are real rebels when they become rebels? The vast majority of them are just cannon fodder. From the beginning, their fate is doomed...

Zheng Sen, who was on the city wall, just looked at the battlefield in front of him quietly. It was more like a slaughterhouse than a battlefield. Just when he was about to ask about the casualties on his side, suddenly, a guard shouted loudly.

road.
Chapter completed!