During the battle in Guangning, Zhao Mengzi had seen a lot of blood and also chopped down dead heads while cleaning the battlefield. But he found that nothing was more enjoyable than killing the enemy with his own hands.

Seeing the enemy being hit to the ground in the splatter of blood, Zhao Mengzi gritted his teeth hatefully.

Damn it! If it weren't for these messy groups, my family would still live in Guangning well, how could it be like the current ones, and their relatives would be separated.

Damn it! If it weren't for these robbers, I might have already been praised by the matchmaker for being praised by the matchmaker...

After pulling the plate machine hard, Zhao Mengzi grinned and watched happily as an enemy was hit, falling to the ground and screaming even worse than killing a pig.

Niu Luezhen Haqi escaped another disaster, but a thread was cut by shrapnel on his face, and blood flowed out.

Looking at the soldiers who kept falling to the ground in the smoke of gunpowder, he was both angry and helpless, and had more fear.

If he was fighting face to face with swords and guns, he would be confident in dealing with four or five enemies with his own skills and experience, but now he would not have the chance to perform.

The blood was still flowing, the legs were already numb, and there was no pain. Nehaqi held a spear and moved back with great effort.

A soldier who was hit on the face by shrapnel was crying and crawling on the ground, and blood flowed out from the fingers covering his face; a soldier lay on his back miserably, revealing a little tip of the wooden stake from his chest.

Nehaqi changed his gaze. There was no way. Now he could not help except save himself.

However, the pointed wooden stakes in the wide trench that looked not dense and did not have much threat became the biggest obstacle to quick escape, and even a fatal weapon.

Through the blur of smoke and fog, Nehaqi saw the edge of the ditch not far away, climbed up, and then came out of this blood and fire hell. When he saw hope, he seemed to have more strength on his body.

However, a thunder that fell in the air smashed Nehaqi into hell again.

Although he was wearing a helmet, the force of the flying came was still heavy. He was lucky that he had not smashed Nehaqi to death on the spot.

In his dizzy mind, Nehaqi fell to the ground. Then, in his fearful and desperate eyes, the sky-bang thunder that was close to him burst out with dazzling flashes.

The sudden incident made Amin and other generals stunned. Zaisanggu, who was commanding in front of him, was so shocked that he was extremely shocked.

The smoke and dust stirred up by the explosion blocked Zaisanggu's view, and his heart also became colder and colder, sinking into the abyss.

This was a long-planned blow, but he did not see that the five Niulu and 1,500 Jianzhou Warriors were sent to the slaughterhouse by him.

The muskets are still as dense as beans, and the explosion of fires is still flashing, and the number has been greatly reduced.

Without the cover of the explosion, the gunshots were heard more clearly. But it was no longer the roar of the whole row, and the enemy was shooting freely, which meant that the massacre was coming to an end.

The smoke of gunpowder was gradually thinning, and the pungent smell of sulfur hit the face and penetrated into the nose. Zhaisanggu's eyes widened and stared at the front.

The vision was still blurred, but the pungent smell became heavier. Finally, a survivor appeared out of the smoke and ran back stumbled.

One, two, three... These lucky guys were in a mess, with dusty faces and unconcealed fear, blood stained on their bodies, throwing weapons away without looking back.

His vision became clearer again, and he could hear the screams and howlings more clearly.

A miserable scene finally appeared in Zhaisanggu's vision.

In the wide trench, flesh and blood were everywhere, corpses were pillowed, and wounded were wailed; broken limbs and arms, weapons and flags were scattered in a mess in the bombed area.

If you look farther, the bodies in front of Luzhai and the wooden stakes are even more shocking. They are layered and densely spread out, stretching for dozens of meters.

Amid Zhaisanggu's shocked gaze, the drums and whistles on the Ming army's positions changed, and the swords, shields and musketeers quickly drove out and launched a counterattack against the enemy who was retreating in a mess.

The gunshots grew dense again, and the musketeers rushed to chase the enemy through the shooting method, knocking Jiannu from behind, who didn't dare to look back to the ground.

Screaming and wailing in the sound of gunfire, it seemed so helpless and desperate. The massacre happened in front of Zhaisanggu, and Jiannu fell to the ground, rolled, and howled by the splattering blood.

Zhaisanggu's eyes were so bloody that he had seen such a miserable scene?

The brave and fierce Jianzhou warriors were shot and killed by the enemy like pigs and dogs.

From far to near, no, from Zhaisanggu's perspective, from near to far. Obviously, no enemy wants to let go, although this is impossible.

The sword and shield hands ruthlessly chopped and slashed the injured Jiannu on the ground. Speaking of which, they were doing good deeds and giving Jiannu a happy time.

Zhaisanggu subconsciously tightened his horse's belly, and his teeth clattered, wishing he could rush up and cut all the hateful enemies to death.

It was not until his personal soldiers rushed over and reached out to hold the reins and reminded him not to get close to the battlefield that Zaisanggu woke up. Although he was still angry, he did not continue to rush forward.

However, just after Zhaisanggu was unable to control and advanced for dozens of meters, the shadow of death had already been shrouded, and he was still confused.

Although the Ming army's new military system has planned to be light and heavy in proportion to the proportion of clamps, long spears, swords and shields, the implementation of standards cannot be guaranteed in the early stages.

Now we are focusing on the production and manufacturing of Lumi guns. Large-scale bullet guns can only be purchased temporarily from the Portuguese people and equipped with a small amount of troops.

Like Zhang Pan, this association only issued ten eagle guns, which was pitifully lower than that of already equipped with two thousand Lumi guns.

However, the power and tactical application of the eagle gun are still recorded in the "Infantry Practice". Zhu Youxiao regarded this heavy mesh rope gun as a sniper rifle in later generations.

Many new army generals also believe that this kind of musket that shoots far and hard can be used as a means to attack important enemy leaders.

The same is true for Zhang Pan, who selected thirty soldiers with big arms and round waists to train the shooting of eagle guns.

The effective range of the Lumi gun is about fifty meters, with a maximum range of one hundred and fifty meters; the eagle gun is one hundred and two hundred and fifty meters respectively.

Of course, it was very difficult for muskets to shoot accurately at that time. However, using the tactic of gathering fire shooting can still greatly make up for the shortcomings.

At this time, the ten eagle gunmen behind the chest wall finally had the opportunity to show their skills. Under the command of the officer, they loaded the bullets with the maximum charge and aimed at Zaisanggu, one hundred and fifty or sixty meters away.

Such a long distance is something that the Hawk Gunners have never tried. According to their respective shooting experience, their angles are also different.

Strictly speaking, this is a rough shooting, almost all relying on confusion. Whether you can hit the target is more important.

"Boom!" Almost at the same time as the officer issued the order, ten eagle guns shot out lead bullets weighing 40 grams from different angles and flew towards the target.

Zhaisanggu was completely unprepared. He gritted his teeth and looked at the miserable battlefield, forcing himself to suppress the urge to mobilize troops to continue the attack.

The sudden roar of the Ming army's position and the white smoke rose did not attract Zhaisanggu's attention. But in an instant, the lead bullet was shot.

Just next to Zhaisanggu, a soldier suddenly fell from his horse and vomited blood.

The lead bullet hit his chest. Although it did not penetrate, it was like a hammer hitting him, and blunt injuries were inevitable.

Before Zhai Sanggu could react, a lead bullet hit his left face slantedly.

Then, it can no longer be described as bloody, it is almost a gorgeous scene where rotten watermelons are hammered.

With a sad neigh, Zhaisanggu's war horse was shot and fell to the ground with a plop.

With the stunned eyes of several personal soldiers, most of their heads were broken, like Zhai Sanggu, who was blooming with gorgeous fireworks, fell straight down.

This is the heroic and fierce Zhaisanggubeile who can fight?

The soldiers woke up slowly, screamed and jumped off their horses, and helped up Zhaisanggu, who was no longer human, as if they had lost their parents. Why, the general was killed, they were responsible.

In the telescope, Zhang Pan smiled happily as he watched Jiannu cry and walked away with the corpse.

He Kegang put down his telescope, was very excited and happy, and said, "If Jiannu was angry and angry, he would fight desperately, that would be great."

Zhang Pan turned the telescope in his hand and smiled and said, "I think so too, I'm afraid that Jiannu will not fall into the trap so easily."

He Kegang smiled and said, "It looks like a big boss, maybe I'll take revenge!"

"I hope so." Zhang Pan gently pointed his head and sent a general order to treat the wounded, prepare enough ammunition, and prepare for the fight.

After this defensive battle, Zhang Pan and He Kegang's confidence increased and they were more confident in defeating the enemy.

According to the observation of the two generals, less than 10,000 Jiannu came here, and the three thousand musketeers and two thousand spears, swords and shields in Lushun Fort were enough to resist.

If Jiannu dared to divide his troops to surround him, Zhang Pan would be prepared to concentrate his strength to attack and attack.

What's more, there is a ship in the port. It can contact Zhang Bang and He Zan to come through fireworks. Under the attack from inside and outside, Jiannu will undoubtedly be defeated.

Of course, Zhang Pan also had some regrets. If the Dongjiang Army had reinforcements to help the war, such as Kong Youde's right-level association, it would be very likely that the attacking Jiannu would be completely wiped out.

Not to mention the defenders of Lushun Fort have adjusted their arrangements in this way and are preparing to face the attack of Jiannu. At this time, Amin and Jirgalang were crying loudly, holding their brother's bodies.

It was just a tentative attack, and it was impossible for the governor of Zhaisanggu to attack again. Amin and Jirgalang watched from a distance, but they were not too worried about Zhaisanggu.

But in a blink of an eye, the situation suddenly changed. The Ming army bombed wildly and intensively fired, and the fierce firepower quickly defeated the attacking troops.

Amin and Jierharang were both surprised and shocked. They understood some of the secrets of the Ming army's formation and knew they had been fooled.
Chapter completed!