Chapter 388 The Collapse of the Battle of Honghe
Of course, this is not the most critical. If the development of flintlock rifle is not smooth, this type of broken array crossbow can be produced at full capacity at any time.
In actual combat effectiveness, a skilled shooter can shoot fifteen arrows in one minute. Although he is still not as fast as an archer, the firepower of the crossbow arrows is extremely dense.
Since the breaking crossbow is equipped with a pulley set, it is very convenient to pedal the strings on the machine. The crossbow technician can safely strengthen the strength of the bow arm and increase the pulling force, making the range of this powerful crossbow reach an astonishing 250 steps, totaling 300 meters. It is undoubtedly an extremely terrifying range for a single-soldier cold weapon.
This is the first time that the breaking crossbow has shown its might on the battlefield. When the arrows are directed, the rebel soldiers are all over the string, and they are overturned. Any armor is vulnerable to the crossbow arrows shot from close range. When the arrows in their box are shot, they will immediately lock the box, just as easy as a rifle to remove the magazine. Immediately change to another box and continue firing.
The heavy infantry advanced more than a hundred steps, and a large area of Geng Zhongming had already lie down. The rest of them looked pale, their expressions were horrified and at a loss.
At this critical moment, it was the turn of the heavy infantry to show their power. They lined up in dense formations, pushing forward like a wall, lifting the battle axe and slashing hard.
The moves are ingenious, but extremely fatal.
Two rebel soldiers speared out at the Liu family army's heavy infantry soldiers who were making big axe. The tip of the gun was extremely stagnant, and they couldn't stab it in no matter how hard they tried! The tower-like heavy infantry soldiers were Jiang Daya, the leader of the heavy infantry regiment. He grinned, swung the axe half a circle and suddenly fell down. A rebel soldier who was about to stab again was cut straight, with his shoulder armor ruptured and blood plasma splattered. The axe cut from his left shoulder to his right rib, almost splitting him in half.
Another rebel soldier was frightened and turned around and wanted to run away, but he collided with another rebel. Jiang Daya's battle axe was swung out again, cutting the rebel soldier's head in half.
Kong Youde, who was watching the battle in the distance, looked at Geng Zhongming's troops, who were engaged in the battle with the Liu family's personal guard brigade, making extremely slow progress, and he was a little unhappy: "Geng Er is really a waste!"
Li Jiucheng sighed and said, "There must be something strange there, and Geng Er is not feeling well!"
"Shang Keyi, you will support Geng Er with your people!"
"yes!"
The battle was fierce on the battlefield, and both sides fought with real fire. Kong Youde refused to let the cavalry hit the ice wall of Liu Yongshun's troops, so he had to drive the infantry to attack, which was actually giving away the heads.
The troops of Ma Chenggong in the south have not joined the battlefield, but he has restrained more than 40,000 troops of Shang Kexi. On the entire battlefield, the most leisurely person is Liu Mingyu.
Li Xiang'er beside Liu Mingyu, dressed in the style of a book boy, squatted in Liu Mingyu's tent and cooked tea for him.
Liu Mingyu felt a little hungry, so he said lightly: "Prepare the hot pot and eat mutton hotpot!"
Li Xianger not only knows how to play the pipa, but her cooking skills are pretty good. The mutton rolls in hot pot in later generations were all made of planes, while Li Xianger held a sharp knife and could slice mutton slices as thin as cicada wings and put them in the hot pot. Three-slight slight is better.
Liu Ming was eating hot pot leisurely, while the rebel soldiers on the battlefield felt boundless despair. There was no way to fight this battle, especially in the face of the heavy infantry of the Liu family army, which was invulnerable to swords and guns. This guy was like a heavy tank, letting his sword cut and guns stab him, and there was nothing wrong with him.
However, with each blow of the heavy infantry, a rebel soldier would inevitably die tragically.
"General Geng, let's retreat!"
"Yes, I didn't want to fight, brothers can't beat me!"
Geng Zhongming saw that the troops around him were getting fewer and fewer. With just a short burst of shelling and crossbow shooting, his troops lost nearly 10,000 people, but none of them lost their hair.
"retreat!"
Geng Zhongming wants to retreat now, but there is no time to do it.
Chapter completed!