Before the rush, the Oirats had long expected that the Ming army's method was to shoot muskets.

After all, after the frictions over the past two years, the Ming army used muskets more and more frequently, which really caused the Oirats to suffer a lot.

Because the sharpness of the Ming army's muskets in the border town was obviously improved by a step, which made the Oirats begin to become cautious.

However... the power of the fire guns in the hands of the Ming army in the border town and the fire guns of the Ming army opposite is obviously greatly reduced. More importantly, most of the Ming army in the border town hide behind the pass and shoot, forming a dense queue from the Ming army opposite, and volleys after entering the effective range. Compared with this power, it is really different.

So before this, although the Oirats were a little afraid of the muskets, they were still far from silent. In their opinion, the muskets only caused them to lose some of their troops. These Ming troops were facing the enemy head-on, and they could kill them as long as they rushed over. But now, they really knew the true power of the muskets.

The dense queues and short-distance volleys were shot directly in just a moment, and hundreds of people fell off their horses. This lethality is terrifying.

At this moment, even the most fierce Oirats were stunned at this time.

It’s not that they have seen the world or the muskets, but their current lethality can only be described as horror.

What's even more terrifying is that after the first row of volleys, the second row of volleys had already begun, with almost no time to have a gap.

The Ming army in front of them was obviously much more familiar with the Ming army's ammunition filling that they had previously contacted, and the speed was at least one to twice that of the Ming army they had known before. After the first round, before the Oirats recovered, they shouted: "Shoot!"

Sexy sex...

The smoke of gunpowder rolled and rose above the Ming army. The pungent breath was spit out with the fire snake, and hundreds of people fell down their horses.

Such losses have exceeded the limit of the Oirats.

The Oirats' queues became even more disordered.

If there were no iron spikes, they might have rushed over crazily, just a distance of 100 feet. No matter how sharp the Ming army's muskets were, they would only shoot four or five rounds in a row. After four or five rounds, although the damage was severe, then as long as they approached, these muskets became burdens and fire sticks.

However... the iron spikes just now had reduced their speed to the lowest level, and the war horses could not exert any sprinting power. In addition, the iron spikes under their feet had given them enough psychological shadow. After several rounds of shooting, even the Ola Iron Cavalry, who was not afraid of death, had only moved forward for twenty or thirty feet within this time. Then, they were directly knocked to the ground by the mud gun, fell into a pool of blood, and were stepped into meat paste by the war horses of the rear team.

Hell on earth.

This is the situation that the Oirats encountered, without speed. They became a group of targets, and the powerful power of the muskets and the effects of the volleys brought almost no one of the Oirats who were in the forefront was spared.

However, the distance between the two was as far away as the ends of the world, and lost its impact. Even if they activated the war horse, the war horse could not run for a moment. If they accidentally stepped on the Spurs, it would be possible that the war horse would barely have some speed. Then the spitting fire snake arrived as scheduled, just like harvesting wheat, one after another. The people from the back team finally came up and were directly knocked off the horse. The back team of the back team was exposed to the muzzle. This was the same again, and it was a cycle of reincarnation, but this cycle seemed to be endless.

"shooting……"

"shooting……"

As soon as He Jian gave the order, the military officers in the team roared together, and then the officers and soldiers who had already loaded the muskets and replaced the front team did not hesitate to fire rounds of volleys.

At the beginning, many people were a little nervous, some were getting faster, some were falling a little, and even when loading the musket, some people made many mistakes because of the moment of nervousness.

But gradually, when everyone discovered that the so-called enemy was indeed the same as training, it was just an ordinary target, and the scarecrow became a real flesh and blood. In fact, what they had to do was just like they practiced a thousand times or ten thousand times, and they kept repeating a simple movement. As a result, many people calmed down, from the beginning to the beginning of their heartbrokenness, and when everyone was sweating, they felt a little excited.

The cruelty of the Oirats was taught by professors and doctors in night classes earlier, and the content of the lecture was nothing more than the simplest indoctrination of some consciousness.

First of all, I tell everyone that everyone is Han. Although most of the Shenjiwei were once Annan, as early as the Qin and Han dynasties, our ancestors just moved to Jiaozhi, so everyone is all the blood of the Han family, speaking Chinese dialect, writing Chinese characters, and flowing the Han blood. As for the Oirat and Tatars, they are the remnants of the Mongol Yuan that year. How to massacre our own people back then, and how they are now eyeing them. Although it is just a simple preaching, most of the officers and soldiers of the Shenjiwei are conducting simple and boring practices in the camp. The simpler preaching, the easier it is to instill. In a sense, this is brainwashing. When someone tells you over and over again, what are your enemies, these thinkings are imprinted in everyone's bones.

Now, the brutal robber who was once exaggerated by the doctors and professors was beaten to pieces in front of them like scarecrows used in practice. Although it made many people feel a little uncomfortable, they were soon excited.

Deep in their consciousness, the Divine Mechanic Guards are the best in the world. In their hearts, they are the world's number one Divine Mechanic Guards, which is a matter of glorifying the ancestors. Today, this statement has been confirmed once again. They already have a deep sense of pride in their bones. Now, the arrogant Mongol Iron Cavalry is being tortured by themselves like a paper man. This feeling is so refreshing.

The musket was more stable, and the loading speed also stabilized. Then there were bursts of gunfires. Tens to hundreds of feet away from their own ground, layers of corpses piled up like mountains. In front of them were countless people moaning on the ground, countless people were rolling, and what they heard was the sound of the wind, but more were the neighing of the horse and the whine of people when they were dying.

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Bang...

Suddenly, this man like an iron tower felt something was wrong. He had realized that the Ming army was really terrible. But now, he found that he was now in a dilemma and wanted to escape... There were spurs everywhere here, where could they escape? Continue to bite the bullet and attack, but where could they hit it? This place was completely chaotic. Some people moved forward, some people retreated, and the horses of the owner ran wildly like crazy, knocking over the intact one by one, and the iron cavalry in front was harvested like wheat. The distance of dozens of feet suddenly became an insurmountable mountain. At the current speed, before slowly being pulled over, people were dead.

But when you turn around and run away, how can you be so easy?

Suddenly, he was completely panicked at this time. He could never have imagined that most of the ten thousand most sophisticated Oirat warriors had lost just a few cups of tea. How good can the others be?

Run, run.

This thought came out and began to spread wildly.

Just as he was suddenly determined to retreat, his body trembled suddenly, and then a violent pain spread throughout his body.

Been shot.

He lowered his head, his chest was already covered with blood, and the wound was burned by the tail flame of the marble, and his sudden expression changed suddenly.

It's over, I'm just dead like this.

He was so tough that he seemed to have a thunderous roar. He had fought with wild wolves and wrestled with a fierce horse. His strength was endless. The more powerful tribal warriors could not approach him. But now, the ridiculous thing is that he did not imagine that his way of death would be so frustrating, without any tragic, without any roaring, without the last roar after the sword scars. Just a marble, he felt his life passing wildly. Everything he was once proud of was so vulnerable. The so-called thunderous roar was actually like the little chicks in the eyes of the Ming army dozens of feet away.

He fell off his horse, roared unwillingly, and lay down on the snow. The iron thorns on the ground suddenly pierced his body, but these were no longer important.

His eyes suddenly turned red, so that the world was red, everything in front of him was red, the bloody bright red, his eyelids were heavy, but he was still struggling for the last time, his unwilling voice roaring from his throat, and the countless wails, the terrifying guns, and the wrath of the war horse seemed to be getting farther and farther away from him.

It was over... His eyes were still as big as a copper bell, but he suddenly lost his vitality. He was like a withered flower.

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Chapter completed!