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Chapter 1703 Battle of Renzi Scroll (2)

When the first row of Xuanfu troops finally stepped forward and began to charge, a gap finally appeared in the entire shield formation.

This is inevitable when the pace is accelerated and changed, and at this time the opponent is only less than 35 steps away from the bridgehead, and only [-] steps away from the Henan Head Fire Gun camp.

"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!" The sound of cracking beans gathered together, creating a storm of metal projectiles, converging from both sides of the bridge at a ninety-degree angle to the center of the bridge.

The first and third formations are the musketeers ambushing on both sides. They first attack the entire shield camp from both sides, disrupting the opponent's rhythm, which can create the best opportunity for the frontal second formation.

The first round of attack caught Xuanfu Army Xu Mengda's department by surprise.

When everyone's energy was concentrated on the front, preparing for a wave of blows, they never thought that the attacks would come from the two sides first.

Although they also took into account the possible attacks on both sides, they also adopted placards for protection, but during the march, especially in the dark, there will inevitably be gaps with the ups and downs of the pace, and at this time the fatal blow comes from This flank strikes.

The metal projectiles easily pierced through the cotton armor on the soldiers of the Xuanfu soldiers. The projectiles penetrated into the human body, tearing the bones, muscles and blood vessels of the soldiers, draining every ounce of strength from them.

After this round of firing, Zhang Dingyuan's second order was issued immediately, and the frontal second formation also began to fire.

It was only thirty steps away, which was the most comfortable distance for the gunners. At the same time, at this distance, even plate armor could hardly withstand their frontal blows.

"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!" There was another burst of unpleasant smell of gunpowder floating in the air, and the flat line of shields of the Xuanfu Army who was gritting their teeth against their shields to speed up was like a neat line of shields. His teeth were suddenly slapped severely by something, and they became fragmented all of a sudden.

This ferocious round of shooting easily tore the direction of the shield, and the wooden shield could not withstand such a close-range bombardment of firecrackers.

This is not the three-eyed firecracker or the clip-on gun in the past, but the authentic firecracker from the "Gyeonggi Military Industry Factory". It is a complete imitation of the matchlock gun from Xiyi, and even surpasses the material of the barrel. The quality of gunpowder has also officially evolved from the original powdered gunpowder to granular gunpowder, and its texture has been purified a lot, and its power is far better than the gunpowder originally produced by the Wang Gong Factory of the Ministry of War.

Xu Mengda sensed something was wrong right away.

As the general manager of the headquarters, he has always set an example by setting an example. Standing in the center of the formation, he can feel the whole formation subconsciously chaotic after being hit by firecrackers on both sides. The result of the chaos is that the whole formation becomes more loose. And this would bring more opportunities for the enemy's firecrackers. Before he could figure out how to deal with it, another round of metal storms hit him right in front of him.

This was expected, but to his disbelief, more than [-]% of the [-] soldiers in the first row were defeated at once, and more than [-] soldiers wailed and fell to the ground, screaming. The sound penetrated into the bone marrow, and the shield was thrown to the ground.

Although the following soldiers filled the gap without hesitation, such a tragic result still gave everyone a chill.

This is just the first round.

Before I had time to think about it, from the two wings to the front, the explosion of the firecrackers sounded again, and the entire bridge deck was shrouded in a strange atmosphere of blood and gunpowder smoke, which lasted for a long time.

Xu Mengda clearly saw that in this round of attacks, at least forty brothers fell down and could no longer get up, and their corpses or injuries even affected the follow-up partners to continue moving forward.

Such a bloody and tragic situation even Xu Mengda, who had been through battles for a long time, was terrified by it.

He is not a recruit who has experienced blood and death. During the confrontation with the Tumets and Chahars for so many years, he himself can't remember how many comrades died mourning by his side, but it has never been like this The casualties actually made him feel lonely and helpless, and he didn't know how to continue.

He has never experienced such an attack without any power to fight back, and such an attack at such a painful price, and he does not want to experience it at all.

It's just that he can't help him now, he is only ten steps away from the enemy in front, and he can get close to them with just one charge.
Xu Mengda could even see that the executioner, who was methodically getting out of the way after that round of shooting, didn't even turn his head. They were replaced by a new round of gun-pointing partners.

His heart tightened, Xu Mengda had no time to think, and suddenly roared: "Brothers, rush over, the outcome depends on it!"

Whether you retreat or stop at this time, you can only become a living target for the enemy to shoot round after round. If you want to fight a bloody path, you have to rush forward, regardless of everything, and rush through this short distance at all costs. Twenty steps away, he rushed into their camp completely, using the blade in his hand in exchange for their flesh and life.

Accompanied by the general's roar, the soldiers on the bridge suddenly speeded up, even though the gap between the shields was bigger, they couldn't care less about it.

The effect of the shield at this distance is already insignificant. As long as you are hit, even if you have a shield, you will either die or be injured.

Zhang Dingyuan also saw this, he raised his breath, and suddenly shouted: "One or three formations, gather and fire!"

In the early stage, one or three rounds of concentrated force to attack the flanks is to achieve effective killing and disrupt the opponent's advancing rhythm, but now that it is in the stage of close-range fighting, it is necessary to firmly restrain the opponent's momentum of frontal charge and ruthlessly suppress the enemy's momentum. beat down.

As soon as Zhang Dingyuan finished speaking, the officers took orders one after another, directing the soldiers to slightly adjust the shooting direction, so that all the muzzles of the firecrackers pointed directly in front of the bridge.

At this time, it is no longer possible to achieve uniform shooting, at least it is impossible to achieve unity between the first, second and third formations. Being able to shoot round after round at the fastest speed is the greatest victory.

The three consecutive rounds of shooting did not have the rhythm as imagined, but a little messy. One or three rounds were in front, and the first round of shooting was a beat slower than the third round of shooting, while the second round of shooting was delayed. In the end, the three rounds of bursting shots in the bang bang sounded like three heavy hammers hitting the prey on the anvil, completely breaking the Xuanfu army's heart.

Every round of explosive fire rolled up a burst of blood mist, and twenty or thirty soldiers fell down, and the shields were no longer able to cover them. This kind of repeated massacre without fancy tricks is very difficult for any army. It is unbearable, especially when there is no room for retaliation.

When the nearest shield bearer had already flung himself on the bridge and was less than ten paces away from the front gunner, he finally fell down.

Under the light of the torch, the stone bridge surface was illuminated like daytime. Everyone could see that his blood-stained face was full of unwillingness and helplessness. He still held the shield tightly with one hand, but he could clearly see There were two torn bullet holes on the cowhide of the shield, and blood flowed profusely from his abdomen, thighs and chest, slowly seeping into the ground along his body, forming a puddle of blood on the stone bridge.

At this time, the Xuanfu army on the bridge had completely collapsed. No army could maintain its morale under such a massacre. This was not an attack, it was suicide.

It was like wind and clouds, almost throwing away their shields, and the soldiers who turned around and fled naturally couldn't have a good result. If they continued to shoot at this time, Zhang Dingyuan could conclude that these hundreds of Xuanfu troops could escape [-]% at most [-]%.

But he checked his men's desire to continue shooting.

At this time, there is no need to hunt down these opponents who are not even considered dogs in the water. Their morale has completely collapsed. Even if they are organized again, they will not be able to launch an attack anymore. Going back and telling the story can also effectively damage the morale of the opponent.

Not to mention that the already hot barrel needs to be rested, so that the next step will only be more brutal and fierce.

Silence finally returned to the entire bridge deck. No, it cannot be called silence, it can only be called relative calm. The soldiers who were seriously injured but hadn’t lost their lives were still moaning and howling. In the middle of the night, or lying on his back or sitting, he looked so desolate and helpless.

The light and shadow changed, and the smell of blood on the bridge surface and the smell of water on the river surface intertwined, making this stone bridge seem to have become a bridge of Naihe.

Li Daming stared blankly at the scene in front of him. He couldn't believe it, and he didn't want to accept it, which made him feel at a loss after being struck by five lightning bolts.

The 600 elite, Xu Mengda's firm face and bold and powerful commitment, just disappeared with the wind?

It took half an hour to take down the stone bridge, and the stone bridge was still there in less than half an hour, but they disappeared.

Less than a hundred people escaped back, all of them lost their souls, unable to speak, curled up in a corner silently, not knowing what to do.

After all, Li Daming has experienced countless times of life and death. He just couldn't accept how such a fiasco came so soon. Although this fiasco was only a few hundred people and had little impact on the battle situation, he still needed to think about how to deal with it. such a situation.

Using soldiers to charge their lives is what fools say. Li Daming is very clear that it will only complete the opponent's record. The narrow stone bridge makes it impossible for large troops to deploy, and the darkness has become the best for the opponent's gunners ambushing on both wings. helper.

It can't be like this anymore, Li Daming already understands that it is difficult to break the deadlock by himself as a striker, "Go, report to the adults immediately, and transport the car camp up as quickly as possible, I want to see how their firecrackers can break us. camper!"

(End of this chapter)