Seeing that the Qing cavalry trying to harass him turned to the left wing of the Ming army, Yu Guowang focused all his attention on the Qing infantry who was accelerating.

Since the first round of shooting, the central army of the Ming army and the bird gunners on the small formation on the right side of the left wing have been continuously shooting at the Qing army. However, except for the first round of fashion, the position of the Qing army opposite can be seen, and after the smoke spreads, it is no longer possible to make effective aiming, so they have to shoot based on their previous impressions.

Since the beginning of the first year of Yongli, Yu Guowang has always been using bird gunners in his ideas for the establishment of the army. Most of the bird gunners under his command have been four or five years, and the few have been trained for one or two years. Even if they cannot see things, they still shoot according to the officer's orders.

Pour medicine, charge, press fire, load, load door medicine, cover the fire door cover, and quickly retreat to the end after each row is fired. They will operate according to the habits developed by long-term training over the years, and do not even need to go through the brain at all, just follow the muscle habits.

After all preparations, the first row also completed the shooting and began to retreat, while they entered the second row and entered the waiting state. They would not strode forward until the previous row of shooting ended and crossed them backward, and stood on the position where they had previously fired, opened the fire door cover again, and pulled the gun to fire after aiming. After the shooting ended, retreated to the last row again and loaded, and reciprocating.

On the other side of the battlefield, as a veteran who has been following Ma Jinbao since Anqing, Tan Jingren quickly accumulated some land and wealth by relying on the means of participating in the massacre of the city under Ma Jinbao's command since the Qing Dynasty, looting and forcing others to borrow heavily interest-free debts.

Based on past experience, this attack on Zhoushan will inevitably be another massacre. When all the people in Zhoushan City die, the remaining money that they have snatched, except for most of the filial officers, can be kept by themselves, which is also considered a fortune. However, the fortune has not been seen, but they are forced to stay in Taizhou to fight against these Ming thieves who have come down from unknown mountain.

I don’t know what the commander in this town who has always been profitable and cannot get up early was wrong. However, the military order is a military order. Tan Jingren does not want to be executed for disobeying the military order. In that case, wouldn’t the wealth accumulated over the years be cheaper to others?

Holding a sword and shield, Tan Jingren walked in the second row of the middle line, and formed the front row of the battle formation with the sword and shield soldiers in the first row. Since he learned that the Ming army opposite had weapons such as bird guns, Tan Jingren and other sword and shield soldiers in the front row of the Qing army also took out their usual iron or wooden shields with cowhides. Some people even took out the iron shields directly, hoping to use this to release some of the force of the lead bullets.

However, although the army's bird gun was not a heavy mezzanine that needed a bracket to shoot, its power within the range was still considerable. It was difficult for the Qing army to withstand such damage by relying solely on one shield.

The lead bullets ejected from the bird muzzle with gunpowder and orange-red flames. With the push of the gas generated instantly by the burning of gunpowder, it quickly crossed the distance between the Ming and Qing armies, and made muffled sounds on the shields and helmets of the Qing army. A large part of them even passed through these armors, mixed with the shrouded pieces of the shields and helmets to make bullet holes on the Qing army's body.

If these Qing troops who were shot were either killed immediately after being hit by the vital force, they would have fallen to the ground in pain and covered their wounds and wailed. The Qing troops beside them were more accelerating their pace under the scolding of the officers, and no one would lend a helping hand to them.

Tan Jingren inserted his waist knife back into the scabbard, held the shield in his hands and blocked his chest, leaving only the part above his eyes to rub the edge of the shield to facilitate the overall situation.

If he followed his early thoughts, he would have squatted forward or rushed over at this moment, but squatted down means that the speed of advancement slowed down, and rushing over could not maintain his formation. At present, he could only force himself to advance against the Ming army's bird gunner's shooting.

Walking on the way forward, Tan Jingren followed the sword and shield soldier in front of him, who was moving like him, step by step.

The position he was at was the center of the Qing army's middle road, so the bird gunmen of the Ming army did not pay too much attention here, but instead opened fire on the Qing army, which was in their previous impression, which was even more threatening in their subconscious mind.

Behind the smoke of gunpowder, the weapons in the hands of the Ming army's bird gunner seemed to be able to be fired continuously, and they could be fired once only with a very small interval. Tan Jingren didn't understand how the Ming army did it, at least the bird gunner he had seen could not be like this.

"Stay going to shoot the stupid guys next to you, don't shoot at me."

Even though the Qing army around him was almost shot, the painful wailing sounds of the Qing army from the left and right sides in the distance were always heard, which made Tan Jingren and the Qing army around him even faster.

Every few dozen breaths, there was a sound of bird guns firing, accompanied by more wailing sounds of Qing army falling to the ground. It seemed as if a century had passed, and a "boom" sound of cannons suddenly came.

Judging from the sound, Tan Jingren felt that it should be the tiger squat cannons in front of the formation, but just as his thoughts appeared, the direction of the Qing army facing the tiger squat cannons was instantly covered by gunpowders. Since the distance was not very far, Tan Jingren even saw the flames shining from the tiger squat cannons.

Like a conditioned reflex, Tan Jingren immediately blocked his head and chest with a shield, and squatted on the ground without hesitation, like a turtle, hudding his head and limbs behind the carapace as much as possible.

Just as Tan Jingren reacted, as the iron sand and stones swept across the Qing army's front, the wailing sound began to sound in front of and beside him.

"I can't hit me, I can't hit me, I can't hit me..."

Squatting on the ground, holding the shield, Tan Jingren kept washing himself like a demon, trying to do so to be protected in this Hell-like battlefield. But at this moment, a very careless force hit his butt, which shocked him.

"Shame Tan, get up quickly, if you don't get up, the officers are going to kill people."

There was no longer the sound of cannons echoing in my mind, nor the sound of bird guns that would sound every dozen breaths before. There was only the officer's scolding and the reminder of the spearman Wang Qinian behind me.

Wang Qinian kicked him up directly, and looked at the bloody waist knife in the hands of the officer not far away with fear. Tan Jingren swallowed and followed the officer's order to repair the first row and continue moving forward.

The Ming army's artillery bombardment almost empty the soldiers in the front row of the Qing army. Even some of the Qing army in Tan Jingren's row were not spared, but the injuries were different, and very few were actually killed on the spot.

"Brother Wang, thank you."

He didn't dare to look back, but he still said the words of thanks. The local dilapidated Jinhua Mansion, who was dedicated to his sister to the camp, was settled in Jinhua Mansion, who was the soldier who served as soldiers and ate food on weekdays. Tan Jingren has always looked down on him, but he didn't expect that he would give a reminder at this moment, which really made him very grateful.

After responding to Tan Jingren's thanks, Wang Qinian's dissatisfaction was relieved. He was different from Anqing soldiers like Tan Jingren. He was a local person in Jinhua Prefecture. If he had not been bullied by these Green Camp soldiers brought by Ma Jinbao, and he would not dare to escape to the mountains like others, how could he give his younger sister to the Green Camp officer as a concubine?

I was thanked by Tan Jingren here, and the anger that was so upset in my chest was released in an instant, which made him sigh at the choice he made just to face the Ming army in the first row.

The two men with both ends followed the officer's orders to continue advancing with the other Qing troops. But strangely, the tiger squat cannons behind the smoke were no longer fired, and even the bird guns that made a sound every few dozen breaths were silent.

It was not far from the current Ming army. With the order of the officer behind him, Tan Jingren immediately carried the shield behind him again, picked up the hand axe that was tied to his waist, and threw it out hard behind the smoke ahead.

The hand axe flew out of his hand and disappeared into the dissipating smoke. The expected screams were only sporadic, and more of them were the dull sound of weapons thrown by the Qing army who were throwing forward with him hitting the shield. Without time to think about how this could be so, Tan Jingren immediately picked up the second hand axe and made a move to throw it.

But at this moment, a gust of wind blew, and some outline smoke could have been completely blown away in a vague way. However, after this moment, Tan Jingren immediately forgot about the throwing and couldn't help but feel a cold sweat popping out from behind.

The Ming army, bird gunners and tiger squat cannons in front of him had already retreated into the formation. In front of him and other Qing soldiers, there were rows of Ming army holding shields posing in combat, while behind them were rows of dense spears stretching forward. It would have been fine if it were just that, but the gun rods of those spears seemed outrageously long, even longer than those used to resist horses, not to mention the seven or eight-foot-long spears used by the Qing infantrymen on weekdays.

The Ming army's spear stretched out densely in the direction of the Qing army. Tan Jingren glanced sideways at the length of the weapons held by the Qing army's spearmen. He felt that even if he held the end of the gun, he could not reach the first row of swords and shield soldiers of the Ming army without being attacked by the Ming army's spearmen.

He had noticed the length of the Ming army's spear in the distance before. At that time, he was not very clear at the distance. He only thought that it would be longer than the Qing army, but who thought it would be so different?

The Ming army in front of him completely turned into a hedgehog, and what was even more speechless was that the thorns were longer than the soldiers on the Qing army. Such an incident made Tan Jingren a little at a loss, and he was not the only one who was like this. Other Qing army, including Wang Qinian, and even some officers were instantly petrified on the spot.
Chapter completed!