Even the Portuguese bird gun is still not very accurate, and the two shot at each other sixty steps, and it may not be possible to kill one from morning to dark.

But it’s different if there are too many people. For example, a soldier is the first enemy from the left and fails to hit it, but it flies to the fiftieth enemy. It’s still a hit. Once there are too many people, the hit rate is still good.

As the second row of projectiles shot into the crowd, the first row of queues became more sparse.

As for how many people fell, both sides didn't know. The fallen people were quickly submerged in the crowd. Fortunately, the first-tier guards only charged and did not pay attention to how many people were missing. After all, it was inevitable that some people fell.

Luo Zizhong was also very satisfied with the performance of the soldiers. Although there were some casualties, it was naturally worth it compared to the generous rewards. Moreover, the death was an ordinary military household. As long as the servants rushed into the enemy's formation, the result of this battle was decided.

The soldiers of the guard station were still moving forward. As the third round of shooting of the bird gun soldiers ended, the first row of guard stations appeared, and the number of people around them decreased significantly. They couldn't help but keep pace. They even wanted to stop, and were forced to continue to move forward under the push of the soldiers behind.

The guards in the rear continued to encounter some corpses on their way forward, and some timid people began to slow down. After all, they were just ordinary guards and had great fear of death, so the front of the team was still tight, but the rear was much looser.

Fortunately, it has reached less than forty steps and has reached the range of bows and arrows. The archers in the team have begun to shoot arrows at the sky, and the bird gun soldiers in the first echelon have also begun to shoot.

The bird guns of the guards were not volleys, so the sound continued, just like setting off firecrackers, and the Erwai was lively.

Moreover, the quality was not guaranteed. Several people did not fall under the bird gun opposite, but fell into the bird gun in their hands. The bird gun exploded, and the user would generally not be killed, but would be injured. The soldiers who exploded the chamber fell to the ground and rolled in a particularly miserable voice. These screams stimulated everyone's nerves.

"The enemy is right in front of you. If you rush up, you will win. If you rush quickly, you will have silver."

The leading households were also affected, but they still used silver as bait to incite the soldiers to charge.

The firearm battalion also began to suffer casualties. Fortunately, there were not many soldiers attacking the opponent from a long range, and the casualties were still in single digits, which did not have a major impact on the morale of the army.

The smoke generated by the shooting of the garrison troops drifted to the two armies with the wind. For a short time, white smoke was filled with the battlefield, and neither side could see where the enemy was.

Fortunately, the musketeers fought against the enemy from the beginning, and there was no mistake in shooting directly in front of them. The enemy's density was so high that as long as there was no problem with the general direction, there would always be someone who was shot.

However, this smoke provided excellent smoke for the musket soldiers. The guards themselves were running, and their already low-level accuracy became worse. Later, the arrows and projectiles caused almost no damage to the firearms.

"After the third row retreat, the fourth row, prepare"

"Fourth row, fire"

With Kong Youde's order, more than a hundred projectiles left each other. In a moment, he heard the sound of the projectiles hitting, and then the enemy's screams. Now the enemy's distance is very close, and he can even hear the enemy's breathing clearly.

Because the enemy is constantly approaching, the killing caused by each round of shooting is more than the previous one.

After four rounds of continuous shooting, half of the first echelon of the guards had been missing. The remaining military households, looking at the empty side of their side, had disappeared at some point, and felt deeply fear. Some were filled with steps, and some even fell to the ground in fear.

As long as they are people, they will be afraid. Moreover, these military households who are almost farmers have been working for many years, and have even become tenants, servants, and teammates around them have been falling down, which has made them very scared. In this vast white smoke, they cannot see the enemy's direction and do not know if the next one is himself, which has deepened this fear.

The leading families also felt trembling. Although the hundreds of families were officers, they were not much different from ordinary soldiers. Their official positions were not made to live on the battlefield, but to have a great ancestor who was inherited from hereditary. They also had never experienced the battlefield, but they resisted their inner fear and shouted that the soldiers should not be afraid, and those who rushed up would be rewarded.

The soldiers of the garrison finally rushed to a distance of twenty steps. At this time, the smoke generated by their own shooting had been almost blown away.

The enemy was right in front of him, and he rushed up to victory. He was already rushing to the front row with the bird gun soldiers and was ecstatic. The next step was the stage for their performance.

"Fifth row, shooting"

Kong Youde shouted loudly, and the soldiers pulled the trigger one after another.

"Bang bang bang" As the sound of gunpowder burning sounded, the projectile whistled out. Because the twenty steps were close enough, this time it was extremely obvious. The guards who rushed in the front instantly fell down one-third of them. Many of them were shot to the end. Although they were protected by armor and might not be fatal, the severe pain caused by the projectile being shot in and then being shot was still unbearable.

"Fifth row, retreat, artillery, free fire"

As the fifth row of musketeers pushed behind, the artillerymen took away the white wooden boards placed in front of the cannon, and the fifteen Flang machines revealed the hideous muzzle.

Seeing this scene, even the servants were frightened. They had been on the battlefield and knew the horror of artillery. Even the fierce Tartars could not withstand the bombardment of artillery. As long as they were hit, they would be crushed to pieces and no corpse would die.

The servants want to turn around now, but it is too late to turn around at this distance. Now they can only pray that they will not be hit. With such a short distance, at most one round. As long as they survive this round, they can rush into the enemy formation. At that time, they must cut off more than a dozen heads to suppress their shock.

"Boom boom boom" Flangji roared one after another.

Hearing the voice, the servants were praying for the Buddha's blessing in their hearts, and they must not be hit by themselves, and the fellow Taoists will die.

However, just like the Buddha was not at work today, no one's prayer was fulfilled. The servants looked at the holes on their arms, bodies, and legs incredibly, ripping blood on their bodies and legs, and then fell to the ground weakly.
Chapter completed!