This Spaniard still has something to do.

Han Licheng, the commander of the First Division, had to nod to the courage of these Spanish soldiers.

But when they met my Ming Dynasty, victory will eventually belong to my Ming Dynasty!

At a distance of 300 meters from the Spanish phalanx, the Ming soldiers paused and then squatted on the ground to prepare to start shooting.

Since the enemy has launched an attack outside, why are we still moving forward? Isn’t it good to wait for him to work hard?

Watching the Ming soldiers squatting on the ground one by one, holding the rifles in their hands, aiming at the Spanish soldiers in front of them at three points and one line.

When the order of attack above comes, they can pull the trigger and kill the things in front of the sight.

"Dudududu!Dudududududu!" The Spanish soldiers stepped on the drums and advanced forward little by little. As long as they entered a range of 30 meters, the death of these Ming troops was the day.

At least within the Spanish's cognition, these Ming pirates are definitely not their own enemies.

On the way more than 200 meters, Spanish soldiers were attacked by fierce artillery. Many small holes appeared in the middle of the originally neat formation, just like a complete piece of cloth. After unfolding, they saw small mouths on it.

One hundred meters, one hundred meters have entered!

The Spanish soldiers felt that their hope had finally come. The Ming people's artillery was too fierce. Look at how many people they lost here, it was simply comparable to the losses of a war of thousands of people.

Of course, this thousand-man battle refers to their Spaniards and those who are evenly matched, such as those who fight the Netherlands.

In this Southeast Asia, their Spanish opponents deserve serious treatment include the Dutch, the Portuguese, and all kinds of pirates, but there are no such strange Ming people.

"One hundred meters away from our army! Follow my order!" The brigade coach Hu Feng saw that the Spaniards were less than one hundred meters away from him, so he issued a warning.

"Prepare!"

The brigade coach Hu Feng raised the revolver in his hand, then aimed at the other eye to observe the battlefield, aimed at a Spanish soldier who was attacking and pulled the trigger.

"Bang!"

"Blow me! Beat hard!"

With the order of the battalion officer, the Ming army began to shoot.

"Smack it!"

The Spanish officer walking in front of him holding a commanding knife suddenly covered his heart. He was shot, and his heart was shot.

"Ah!" I saw the Spanish captain and officer supporting his body with all his strength, but he could not cover the blood that poured out of his heart.

He only felt that his breath was so heavy, as if there was a leak in the area he was hit. Every time the air inhaled was leaked by this loophole.

Seeing him forcibly walking forward a few steps, then he fell to the ground, and his consciousness became confused.

The lead bullet hit the chest just now, and it broke after entering the body. If he opened his body now, he could see that the Spanish captain's lungs had been completely destroyed. It would be rare to be able to continue to take a few more steps.

Now they are less than eighty meters away from the Ming army, but only these eighty meters are like a natural chasm, crossing between them and the Ming army. They only need to walk another fifty meters to counterattack, but these fifty meters have become their path to death.

"Baopao!" The Ming army shot in an orderly manner, and the veteran who was trained skillfully took out a few metal shell bullets and loaded them into the fire.

This way the shooting speed can reach the highest level.

Zhao Deshun, a veteran squad leader of the fifth squad of the First Brigade, has been fighting for five years. From joining the Tianzhu Army to transforming into the Central Field Army to selecting it into the Marine Corps, fighting from the north to Jiangnan, and then from Tianjin to Luzon, he is truly an elite veteran.

He has his own unique understanding of the bullets. As long as he can increase the speed, he can use any technique. He usually takes out ten bullets, loads one, holds three in the palm of his hand, and holds the remaining six in his mouth.

"Bang!" After the shot was shot, he watched a Spanish soldier falling down with his stomach covering his stomach. This was the fourth Spanish soldier he hit. He saw that his expression was not fluctuating and he was not excited about hitting the enemy. He pulled the bolt of the gun and a bullet shell with blue smoke was bounced out. Zhao Deshun stuffed a bullet with a momentum, and then took another one from his mouth and held it in his hand when he approached quietly. This action was done in one go. His technique allowed him to shoot 20% faster than other comrades when shooting.

But don’t underestimate these 20% shooting speed. In a battle, it can increase 20% shooting speed, which can turn the situation around.

The Ming army's shooting speed has generally reached a 10-minute level, which is to shoot out ten bullets in one minute. This shooting speed is several times that of the Spaniards on the opposite side. Even if they have 3,000 men, they are far from the firepower of the five hundred Ming army.

So at this fifty meters distance, although the Spanish soldiers advanced bravely, they were like leeks cut by sickles, and they were cut down one by one. The front row fell to the ground and then filled up the back row, and then knocked down.

The Spanish soldiers continued to move forward as if they didn't know the pain, listening to the drum beats of the military music, then they were knocked down and the forward was knocked down so repeatedly.

He died like a moth to a fire under the Ming army's rifle.

At this time, the Ming army had already formed a generation gap against Spanish soldiers, not only weapons, but also combat concepts.

Just like the soldiers who had never experienced machine guns in the early stages of World War I, they lined up in an orderly line to die, and the same is true for these Spaniards now. They had never seen bolt-moving rifles and could not have thought that anyone could fire the musket at this speed.

It was almost half of the Spanish soldiers who had suffered casualties, but they were almost sixty meters away from the Ming army.

Yes, they were not even qualified to enter the effective shooting distance for more than half of their casualties.

The only artillery that could cause casualties to the Ming army had been knocked off, and they were using their flesh and blood to fight against the Ming army's bullets.

Maybe this is the sadness brought by the Draconian Clan. Fortunately, Zhu Youxiao came. Otherwise, this would happen on this land more than two hundred years later. The Chinese people used their flesh and blood to touch the enemy's steel bullets, but they were wiped out and failed to cause many casualties to the enemy.

At the Battle of Baliqiao, the Qing army suffered tens of thousands of casualties, while only twelve British and French coalition forces were killed. This is the tragedy of Dai Chai.
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