Bang!

The tiger squat cannon in front of the trenches exploded with an iron rain. The small tiger, with extremely simple production process, exerted a fierce attack in close combat. The muzzle sprayed out three-step flames and smoke, and a small piece of stone, iron slag, scrap iron sheets and small lead balls, and rushed out to the Swiss army that was entering the march.

After six shellings, Marshal Billon was finally tired of the game of "I'll yell you" and his infantry legion finally reached the close trenches.

The two armies are only thirty steps apart.

Thirty steps, the distance between life and death.

The twelve Swiss army phalanxes were fully unfolded. The front soldiers pushed the organ cannon trucks that piled up two or three rows of dozens of barrels together. The soldiers wearing soft hats held up torches with strong black smoke that were stained with some fire. Under the military order, the originally calm monsters ignited the fire. Amid the sound of the Swiss snare drums, the originally calm monster suddenly became violent and spewed out continuous flames to the edge of the trenches.

Until the gunpowder in the last iron pipe burned out.

On the Han position, the officers of the South China Sea jumped out of the trenches, clasped their hands and axes or swords and shouted loudly, and waves of guns were roaring in the trenches, shooting away from the earthen trenches.

The African soldier who had just lit the tiger squat cannon had no time to retract his head back into the trench. His head had been hit by several lead balls one after another. His eyes suddenly lost their spirit, and his body was stiff and he leaned back to rest.

The next moment, with the loud noise of the tiger squat cannon, he collapsed softly in the trenches.

The Swiss mercenary who was pushing the organ cannon cart struggled to shoot the backward force with his shoulders. He could only hear a loud noise not far away. The illusion from his face made the last scene appear in his mind, the sea breeze swept the fine sand in the face during the tired marching of the Italian Peninsula.

But he could no longer hold on to the long halberd in his palm. He fell heavily and caught the iron sheets passing through the broken body. It was not the beach of Genea who was piled up on wooden racks and burned red with gunpowder. If he had not died at this moment, he would have really heard the final chapter of the music played by the organ.

The cannon truck that had lost its support was rising hard, and in just three seconds, it shot all the remaining seventeen lead balls into the air.

Such a battle took place on a long front except for every inch of land on the right wing.

On the right wing of the Ming army, the battle was not as strong as other places. The two infantry legions there were the fragile recruits of Marshal Bilong as Queen Margot said. Qianhu, the Han Kingdom, who was responsible for defending this direction, clearly saw that the musket platoon on the left of the first phalanx on the opposite side, fired for the first time. At least eighty musketeers picked up the muskets. After the shooting, at least eighty musketeers put down the muskets and retreated to the back, but less than twenty musketes spewed out flames.

And whether these fire-breathing iron pipes really fired lead balls... He didn't know that no African soldier aimed at the trenches was shot and injured.

If he was a "spoiled" Beiyang Army Qianhu, he might not understand what was going on, but as a Han Qianhu, he understood, he knew very well.

Because of the lack of training and the nature of soldiers, this problem is very, very, very... common among Han soldiers.

First of all, someone poured the gunpowder out of the muzzle very accurately in a panic loading, so half of the muskets didn't sound.

Secondly, some people are not competent for accurate loading and forget to put lead balls after pouring in gunpowder, so some muskets only smoke but do not sound.

Finally, someone loaded it well but did not put the wrap between the lead ball and the gunpowder. While picking up the musket, the lead ball slowly rolled out of the musket, so some muskets also smoked but did not fire the lead ball.

Qianhu had a clear mind, these people were even more miserable than their own soldiers.

Facts proved that his judgment was very accurate. The soldiers in the trench set up two groups, and saw soldiers on the opposite side fell to the ground. His men were all reincarnated like black bear spirits and were completely unscathed. They successfully set off several tiger squat cannons in front of the trench when the two armies approached.

The enemy in the square formation fell down, and it looked scary, in fact, it did not kill too many enemies than the huge scale of a single large array, but it was very sloppy enough to get the equipment. The phalanx of recruits who were training like a joke were frightened. They screamed and ran away, leading 60% of the recruits in the square formation who had not seen clearly what the Han soldiers looked like and threw down their weapons and turned around and ran away.

The square array followed behind was obviously more well-trained than them. At least with the command of the square leader, the drummers changed their tone and took the spear on the shoulders of the soldiers in front and took the "click" back. In less than twenty seconds, the whole body turned back, took a bigger step than when they came, and walked back faster and faster.

What does this mean for thousands of households in the Han Dynasty?

It's stable!

Four large legions attacked the defense line, the left wing and the central army had just begun to fight, and the right wing drove the enemy away. They suddenly became wider than the enemy on the battlefield.

His own thousand soldiers not only resisted the attack of nearly five thousand enemy troops, but also drove them away.

Then, if we chase and surround the situation, isn’t this a big victory?

When the war started, he had 1,120 subordinates. After he issued the order to "jump out of the trench and advance forward", he still had 1,120 subordinates, of which only six sprained their ankles, and none of them died.

Ten soldiers from the Ministry of Households took muskets and spears and made great strides, marching forward with a completely different style of painting from the left wing and the central army's robe.

In the earthen turret of the artillery positions on the second line of defense, the commander of the Han Dynasty, Yang Ce, raised his hands and covered his face.

The messenger who went to recall the right-wing Qianhu was running wildly, but before he could run away Yang Ce's gaze, he was called out: "Don't go, it's too late. Let the Qianhu of the Central Army fill the gap in the right-wing, and let the Spaniards stabilize and don't move... hurry up."

As soon as he finished speaking, two teams of people were exposed on the small earth slope not far from the side of Qianhu on the right wing. Six Fran machine cannons led by war horses were placed in place and bombarded them under the orders of officers with feathers in their soft hats.

Another team gathered under the earth slope, which were more than 200 standing royal soldiers with full armed men and horses.

With the help of the cover of two huge infantry legions, they quickly moved to this position. At this moment, with the help of artillery bombardment, they raised heavy cavalry and hanged their spears and launched a charge at the right-wing Thousand Houses of the Han Dynasty, whose soldiers were killed by artillery shells.

The slashed horses arrived in an instant, and the soldiers who had no time to form a formation were dispersed and slaughtered. Even if they formed a spear formation, they could even poke the caught knights' horses off guard, but those terrifying iron men could still rush into the formation if they were lucky enough to get up, and they had no way to deal with it except to wave muskets and hit them.

The morale and fighting spirit of the army disappeared without a trace. Except for a few knights who rushed straight to the army formation, before more knights rushed to the trenches, some of their horses did not have time to stop hitting the thick wooden thorns, and some of them were shot off the horse with muskets by the Central Army's Thousand Household Department, which filled the vacancy in time.

But more people, they turned over and dismounted, and did not avoid the stray bullets shot from the trenches and the Han soldiers who were climbing out of the trenches and carrying a spear. Several of them worked together to move away from the horse and make way for the cavalry behind them.

Knights rushed into the trenches, and the right wing made a shocking scream than at any time and anywhere.

Yang Ce was anxious. He raised his arms and pointed at the formation, looking at the very tall person beside him, and was one of the few black soldiers under Yang Ce who were not wearing military uniforms.

He was thin and tall, with long and narrow eyes as if he was squinting a line.

He wore an iron hat helmet on his head and showed his braided braids on his hair. He had a red cloth around his waist and another red cloth obliquely on his shoulders. He had black stripes on his cloth.

The blanket was combined with the Mingshan Wenjia she wore under it, which looked like the bare-shouldered battle robe that Chen Lin liked to wear. He held the Spanish iron shield in one hand and held the iron-headed spear in the other hand, which was not long and short.

"Masa, take your tribe to kill them and stabilize my front."

The right wing of the first line of defense of the Ming army was completely defeated, and the two square formations arranged by the French King's Army also changed positions. The two huge square formations were formed closely and steadily headed towards the trenches.

It won't take long before they will flood like floods that have overwhelmed the dam, flooding everything, entering the right wing trenches and occupying the entire line of defense.

However, Chen Jiujing, who was on the city wall, held the bulging hands tightly holding the blue veins, was slowly letting go. His face looking at the right wing front also smiled slowly. He muttered in a low voice, not knowing who he was asking: "There is no one on the right wing front, right?"

In the south of the battlefield, smoke and dust were everywhere.

The imperial Jurchen cavalry was stabbing the flanks of the French royal infantry legion with the sharpest posture, and the heavy iron hooves would crush everything.

At the top of the city wall of Bordeaux, the young general was tall and straight. He turned his head to the guerrilla general of Baishan Camp standing on the side slowly raised his hand on the top of the city wall, pushed forward straight forward, and said: "General Huang, artillery, bombard the turtle formation for the cavalry."

"So they know that it's not a gadget like Han, it's the voice of the Ming Dynasty."
Chapter completed!