Chapter 1098 Suppression

The rumbling sound of artillery continued, and the Ming army on the front line had already set off an attack. Once the posture was opened, the Japanese army was completely different. The well-trained soldiers seemed quite organized and crowded without being messy.

"out!"

With a roar, the Ming army in the front row that had completed the assembly flocked out under the leadership of the officers.

The soldiers of the Sixth Battalion lined up in a tight line, holding cold muskets, carrying swords and shields, and strode into the open area where the corpses were everywhere. The open area that lasted several miles long was long had been flattened by both sides, and the corpses were removed.

Most of the troops were unable to keep the orderly and strictly, and the soldiers could only jump over various obstacles and corpses, but they always maintained a complete sequence.

Wow, wow, wow!

Pairs of military boots stepped on the messy snow, without hearing the sound of people, only the sound of strict and neat footsteps and the sharp whistle. Zhang Jin walked on the far left side of the horizontal lineup with a knife in his mouth

With a bamboo whistle, his personal soldiers who were skilled in the channel art were followed by his side, and they were completely sympathetic. They were full of murderous intent.

The Ming army in the Sixth Battalion entered the battlefield, and the solemn aura spread out.

"Ten thousand victories, ten thousand victories, ten thousand victories!"

The sound of the mountain suddenly shook the sky, mixed with neat footsteps. Zhang Jin was like a proud wolf, with his neck hungry, blue veins ripped, and roaring straight with his waist.

Half a quarter of an hour later, another roar sounded at the front of the Ming army.

"out!"

The elite soldiers of the Sixth Battalion took big steps, about one mile away from the forward, forming a second wave of attack power, and such waves of attacks continued until the enemy was crushed or the enemy was

The army was defeated, and it looked particularly majestic.

Waiting for two waves of troops to be put into the attack, Zhang Shuizi suddenly stepped out of the trench and roared, "Kill, advance but not retreat!"

Hundreds of surprise troops held guns and joined the attack sequence with their guns, and then the gunners were holding various guns, and the small cannons ran very fast. In this era of gunfire, this was the Ming army.

The main tactics of field battles are to establish a stable front line with infantry phalanxes, shoot against hostile fire, elite scattered soldiers, and light artillery in field battles cruising among the phalanxes, looking for opportunities to annihilate the enemy.

Due to the terrain of low mountains and hills, cavalry cannot join the battlefield. This is a showdown between pure firearm infantry.

The Bo Army's position was dead silent and dull.

Marshal Jacques's face was gray, looking at the rows of Ming troops jumping over obstacles. The mountains and seas were thundering, which made the soldiers of the Polish army feel short of breath, and there was a rare noise of discussion.

The soldiers at the bottom of the army also looked pale when they appeared, and knew that Mingren was really moving.

boom!

A shell flew over at high speed and flew over the Bo army soldiers. He finally hit a civil-structured artillery building with a loud bang, and the wood chips and dust were flying in the sky, and the artillery building made by civil-structured artillery building was like thin paper.

It was torn apart, and the human body flew high up. The cannon flipped weakly to one side. Looking at the high-temperature cannonball that was still hissing and smoking, it smashed deeply into the cannon base. The nearby Bo army was frightened.

He screamed in horror and ran away in a row.

boom!

With a loud bang, the gunpowder barrel that exploded flattened the huge cannon base to the ground. The powerful shock wave overturned the human body, and the wood chips shot out and the shell fragments swept the Bojun over. The breeze with the smell of gunpowder smoke turned Jacques.

The marshal closed his eyes, and there was a trace of blood in the breeze filled with smoke. A huge firework rose on the Bo Army's position, and the Ming army in the attack cheered, and the momentum became even stronger.

However, the Polish Army was a well-trained elite legion, with dozens of field artillery large and small beginning to counterattack.

The shells flew over and fell down and smashed heavily into the Ming army's attacking ranks. The Ming army, which was striding forward, began to suffer casualties. Zhang Jin carried a knife and his eyes were round, and a shell roared into his roar.

The whistle smashed over his soldiers, and the remaining limbs were flying in the sky, and the whistling shells pierced the entire square formation, jumping and ploughing out a bloody alley.

"Thousands of victory, thousands of victory!"

Zhang Jin's throat was dry and he roared from his throat, as if the mighty military power made him full of courage and fearlessness of blood. The Ming army formation that was penetrated by the shells was a little confused, but he took advantage of the rest of the loading of the Bo army gunners.

, howling and running wildly, like a plain white wave sweeping over. Two miles, one mile, Zhang Jin rushed forward and behind him, holding his sword high, panting, and behind him were his subordinates running wildly.

Half a mile, four hundred steps, three hundred steps, two hundred steps.

Another round of cannon sounded, and huge shells passed by. Zhang Jin felt that he was about to suffocate and panted. However, the military boots under his feet were still mechanically kicking the ground. The gasping and coughing sounds of his subordinates behind him were mixed with the deafening cannon.

The sound makes people's blood gush.

After a hundred steps, Zhang Jin took a heavy breath and shouted: "Line in line!"

Hula, the soldiers following him rushed up panting and staggering, mechanically following their usual practice, squeezed into a ball, and lifted the muskets one after another. A big hot sweat dripped down his forehead and slid into his clothes.

The collar became cold in an instant. Zhang Jin felt that his sword had never been so heavy, and he could not lift it like a huge rock weighing a thousand pounds.

Rows of subordinates arrived breathing, lined up in three rows, and a black hole-hole musket was getting more and more dense.

Thunderbolt!

It was indeed the Bo Army who took the lead in firing the gun. A fire flashed a hundred steps away, and the smoke rose. Zhang Jin's side fell into pieces in an instant. The gun shot through his body and swept over. The hot sweat was fascinated by his eyes, and his vision was a little blurred.

, He wiped a handful of his eyes and swung his sword with all his strength.

"put!"

Bang bang bang bang, the Ming army's counterattack sounded in a row. In the rain of bullets, a battalion of friendly troops rushed over, and the guns were loudly heard. The two sides shot at each other at a distance of more than a hundred steps, and entered the tragic stage of platoon gun shooting.

It is a competition of courage and discipline.

In the Bo army formation, the soldiers in front of Marshal Jacques fell in turmoil.

"go ahead!"

The Polish officers in black uniform pulled out their combat swords, and rows of Polish soldiers strode forward to make up for the huge losses caused by the guns. The soldiers who fired the guns retreated and loaded, and everything was in order.

The marshal's beard was raised and his back was straightened, and he was very satisfied with his subordinates' training. The Kingdom of Poland has dominated Europe for hundreds of years, relying on these well-trained proud soldiers.

However, the Bo army retreated and loaded in an orderly manner, but was suddenly disrupted by a dense round of firepower of the gun.

The Ming army relied on the advantage of the fire rate of the wheel muskets and actually completed the loading step by step. With the arrival of reinforcements in the rear team, they joined the battle. The Ming army was quickly arranged into three rows of gun formations, using a storm and rain.

The guns of the Marshal fell from heaven to hell.

Amid the screams, black figures fell down like harvesting wheat.
Chapter completed!