Accompanied by a sharp whistle, ten thousand people with long round hands were lit and thrown in front.

Since the Jiangning Army was equipped with black gunpowder, in order to ensure the power of the explosion, the weight was naturally much heavier than the grenades in modern society.

The Type 67 grenade from China in later generations was as an example. The Type 67 grenade weighed 600 grams (using Tyrant charge), the charge was 38 grams, and the killing radius was 7 meters. The Jiangning Army's ten thousand enemies used black gunpowder, and the charge amount reached an astonishing 100 grams, which also increased the weight of the 100 million enemies to 800 grams.

Although the increase in weight shortens the throwing distance, the power not only does not decrease but is strengthened.

When dozens of thousands of enemies exploded among the bandits, countless flying shrapnel and huge shock waves enveloped all the two or three hundred square meters. When the smoke of gunpowder dissipated, almost all the more than 200 bandits shrouded in the smoke of gunpowder fell into a pool of blood. Even the few bandits who were lucky enough to stand still looked dull, and they looked like a walking corpse.

For bandits who had never been baptized by hot weapons, the first few rounds of gunfire might still be able to grit their teeth to hold back, but facing the deafening explosion and the large number of companions who were knocked down by shrapnel and shock waves, they could no longer bear these ordinary people a month or two ago.

The huge explosion suppressed all the noise on the battlefield, but after a moment of silence, a louder noise began to sound again.

"No, God is angry, everyone run away!"

The bandits who were lucky enough to die and those who saw the bodies of companions with different deaths in front of them finally collapsed, and countless people turned back.

They flocked toward the road they came to flee, and even the bandits from the old camp who were supervising the battle behind them desperately waved their weapons, but they could not stop their retreat.

"These bastards, cowards!"

Li Laiheng, who was supervising the battle behind, was so angry that he cursed, and his fingers holding the long sword turned white due to force. He knew very well that the courage to participate in the attack had been discharged, and it was meaningless to continue the attack, which also meant that the attack had been declared failure.

After closing his eyes and taking a deep breath, Li Laiheng said to the people around him: "Tell them to retreat, and wait until the team is reorganized."

Amid the desolate horns, teams of bandits retreated like a tide, and everyone's face showed a look of surviving the disaster.

The 1,000 people led by Liu Zongmin were the second wave of offensive forces, only a few hundred meters away from Li Laiheng and the others. Just now, Liu Zongmin saw the attack of Li Laiheng's team very clearly. He, who had always been cruel and arrogant, looked a little serious at this time.

When he had never really fought with Jiangning Army before, in his opinion, although the Jiangning Army was very famous, most of them were praised. Whoever had two shoulders and one head, could it be that they could still be invulnerable to swords and guns?

But after seeing the scene of fighting against the Jiangning Army today, Liu Zongmin realized that the reputation of the Jiangning Army, the most powerful army in the Ming Dynasty, was not really revealed. Just the first round of attacks just now, Li Laiheng lost hundreds of people. Such combat power was indeed not comparable to those Ming troops with loose military disciplines that they had seen in the past.

But the more this was, the more it inspired his desire for those firearms.

As long as he can obtain those firearms, it means that he also has the most elite firearm troops. Thinking of this, his eyes became more and more intense.

There were another sound of drums, and Liu Zongmin began to direct his men to move slowly towards the hillside.

It was similar to Li Laiheng's offensive routine. Hundreds of young, strong and hungry people holding simple weapons walked in front. Although the young and strong faces were all filled with fear, they dared not not to move forward, because behind each team were infantrymen from the old camp supervising the formation, ranging from three or five to more than a dozen, each holding swords and shields, and was fierce and evil.

Nearly a thousand hungry people rushed forward, and they were so loud that they were loud. At this time, the drums were ringing slowly, and they also staggered forward. After almost two hundred steps, the drums behind began to become more rapid, and the hungry people shouted and charged forward.

Among the crowds, in addition to a group of hungry people, there were also bandit sword and shield hands archers and bandit archers at the back.

These archers are treasures in the bandit army. Most of them are old bandits or officers and soldiers who have defected to bandits. You should know that it takes a lot of time and energy to train a qualified archer these days, so even the cruel bandits dare not consume these precious archers at will.

Although Liu Zongmin appears to be rough and generous, he is still quite well-organized when fighting.

Because he learned from Li Laiheng's lesson just now, he divided the team into three parts. The first one was the older and hardly had much combat effectiveness. Their role was to attract the firepower of the Jiangning Army.

The second part is the main force of the bandits. These people are responsible for the defense line of the Tupo Ming Army. Liu Zongmin believes that the Jiangning Army's firearms are of great power, but as long as they can pay enough money to rush into their trenches, this Jiangning Army, which has only about a hundred people, will inevitably collapse.

"Go ahead... rush up... but if you are afraid of the former, you will be killed without mercy!"

The sounds of bandit infantry came from time to time in the team. These infantrymen were not ordinary bandits. They were either from the old camp of bandits or from old bandits who had long lost their due respect for their lives. Killing people was just like eating and drinking water for them.

"ah……"

A shrill scream came, but in the crowd ahead, an infantryman chopped a man in his forties to the ground. It turned out that the man was whispering to a companion next to him. He was looking behind him, but he happened to be seen by the infantryman. He thought that the two of them were afraid of war, so he immediately stepped forward and looked at it with a knife.

The man kept screaming, and as the blood continued to splatter, his voice slowly lowered.

After killing the man, the infantryman stepped forward and chopped the other man to the ground. The man screamed and begged for mercy, but the infantryman was just not soft-hearted and kept slashing the man to death, then stopped.

Looking at the pool of blood on the ground, the hungry people around him were trembling with fear on their faces.
Chapter completed!