Nanming Engineer

Chapter 117 Shooting Shooting
Wang Huan's scull shield is extremely solid. It is made of pine wood that is as thick as an arm cut down on the mountain. Ten nails form a row. The front is covered with flat cypress boards, which are eight feet high. When in use, the scull shield can stand on its own with the support of a wooden frame without human support, but it is a bit laborious to move. The heavy scull shield must be lifted by three people together, and they walk slowly while shouting.

At this time, more than 600 people were strong, shouting at the chants beside their ancestors, carrying their shields, and moving slowly and firmly towards the entrance of the first-line sky, step by step.

Following behind the scull shield were more than 3000 young and strong men of Longevity City holding wooden sticks and bamboo spears. , this battle is a battle related to the survival of the Longevity Valley. If you lose everything, you will be finished. After months of hard work, the fertile land and warm homes will be burned by the robbers. If you don’t want your wife and children Become a refugee again, just like a man, follow Mr. Wang to fight against the enemy.

Master Wang also said that going into battle is actually very simple. Just follow the shield, and when you get close, use the bamboo spear in your hand to poke forward through the gap in the shield. Those who kill will be rewarded, and those who cower, turn around and run will be punished. That's it. , everyone can understand.

The tall scull shield blocked the sight of the young and strong in Longevity City, and also gave them a great sense of security. After following such a huge shield, it would not be so easy to be hit, right?

So the Wanshou City army dressed in linen clothes, led by Lu Dun, roared the slogan "Kill the enemy! Kill the enemy!", like a flock of sheep anxious to bite wolves, slowly and gradually approached Niu Sicheng's bird Army array.

The distance of more than 100 steps was shortened to ninety steps, then eighty steps, seventy steps...

Affected by the bombing of the mountain, most of the chaos was in the rear rows of the bird formation. The people in front were quickly regrouped under the hard work of Officer Qian Zong, and a shooting formation was established at a distance of one step between each person. The matchlocks wrapped in the hands of the soldiers were already on fire, emitting faint blue smoke, ready to ignite the flat-ended bird fire door at any time.

Standing in the front row, Mr. Qian was sweating coldly on his head. Looking at the approaching Ludun, ten thousand alpacas ran by in his heart, and he regretted endlessly: Damn, why did I get so confused just now that I came up with the idea of ​​"Niaotong's hand in the hand?" The bad idea of ​​going into the valley is all due to those stupid scouts. They said that there is an array of shields outside the valley, but they didn't say what kind of shields they are. If possible, I must pull the ears of those scouts Slap a hundred times and ask them, is this a fucking shield?It's almost the same as Mucheng!

Mr. Qian, a veteran, could tell at a glance that the oar shield on the opposite side was extremely thick. With the bird in his hand, it would be very difficult to shoot through it within thirty steps. It was better to risk exploding the barrel by firing the gun into the barrel. The effect can only be achieved by using gunpowder that kills people.

He fixed his eyes on Lu Dun's approaching steps, estimated the distance, bit his lips with blood, and forced himself to endure, desperately trying not to let the suona hand next to him blow the horn. They would ignite and shoot. From such a distance, the lead bullets fired would not be able to penetrate the scull shield at all, and it would be a waste of ammunition.

He forcibly calmed down, but the soldiers under him could no longer function. The scull shield as tall as a mountain was slowly approaching. This kind of psychological pressure is not something everyone can bear. Bird Commanders used to be in the army, and they were not close to hand-to-hand combat. Often when the two armies are approaching, one or two rounds of guns are placed at the limit of the range, and then they retreat in a panic. It takes a lot of time to reload after the bird is shot, and standing still is just waiting to die.

The hands of the bird commanders in the first two rows already have weak legs, and the shield wall has approached fifty steps. The wood grain on the front of the scull shield is clearly visible, and there are some semicircular holes left on the edge of the scull shield. It just formed a round hole, and there were many thick moso bamboos with sharpened ends that were two to three feet long, piercing through it, facing him, and approaching him as the scull shield approached.

Being stabbed by this kind of bamboo spear is more terrifying than being stabbed by a spear. The hands holding the bird are already trembling, dripping with sweat. The suona ordering to shoot has not sounded yet?Could it be that Mr. Qian died?
I don't know which person in the first row was the first to lose his composure. Amidst the sound of "Kill the enemy!", it is not known whether it was intentional shooting or unintentional shooting, and the first shot was fired.

"boom!"

A plume of green smoke rose up from the bird formation, and the lead shot out. It hit an oar shield with a "snap" sound, scattering sawdust, but it didn't even penetrate the cypress board and was inlaid on the wood.

This gunshot sounded like a signal, and the fire commanders were like a flock of chickens stimulated by weasels. One by one, they fired the guns in their hands. The crackling gunshots mingled together, and the smoke billowed over the entire array, almost obscuring the sight of the battlefield.

On the front of the scull shield, sawdust was flying, and it seemed to be raining in front of the shield wall.

The folks carrying the scull shield only felt the weight of the scull shield in their hands, as if countless javelins were thrown by the strong men, and shot down on the shield in front of them like rain, but the scull shield was thick, and the sound of "Bang Bang Bang" was like The rain beat on the plantains, but could not penetrate the pine shields.

Just as the shield wall brought endless pressure to the bird commanders, the gunshots like firecrackers also brought fear to the people carrying the oars and shields. At most, they have heard a little bit of firecrackers explode during the Chinese New Year in their lives. No one has ever heard of such a violent bird shooting scene.

The movement of the shield wall stagnated. Some scull shields continued to move forward, but some slowed down. The shield wall as a whole had cracks.

Zu Bian ran up from behind, threw off a strong man, took his place, pushed the crossbar behind the oar shield with his thick shoulders, raised his voice so thick that it almost drowned out the sound of gunshots, and roared: "Everyone! Fuck it, hold it up! Their guns can't penetrate wood, go forward, who the hell stop, I'll hack him to death!"

The power of role models is infinite. With Zu Bian's voice, the shield wall that was about to collapse turned into a city wall again. After a short pause, it slowly moved again.

Standing on the hillside, Wang Huan looked anxious and clenched his hands into fists, watching the development of the battle down the hillside. The reaction of the officers and soldiers was expected. Whether the people on his side could withstand it was the key.

Thousands of officers and soldiers at the head of the platoon had violent veins on their heads, who the hell disobeyed the command and shot without authorization?
The scull shield shield wall is still forty or fifty steps away from him. This distance is impossible to shoot through the thick wooden shield anyway. If you shoot now, the bird will be heated up.
"Stop the fuck! Stop shooting, and shoot when you get closer!"

With his waist knife, he chopped off the hands of several birds who were standing close and shooting randomly. The bloody knife waved in the air, but no one paid any attention to him. Sound makes no difference.

On the contrary, from the rear of the bird formation, Niu Sicheng was screaming, leading the hundreds of guards around him, shouting loudly: "Shoot! Shoot! Shoot these bastards, shoot them!"

He also had a suona hand beside him, holding his breath and puffing his cheeks, and blew the sharp trumpet.

With the sound of the suona, the 1000-strong bird commander couldn't care about anyone else. Everyone rushed up to shoot like a swarm. You squeezed me and I squeezed you. After shooting, they hurried back to reload the ammunition. This process was chaotic. Incomparably, because the distance was too close, some people's match ropes ignited the fire jars of others around them. The crowd was filled with smoke, shouts and explosions.

Wang Huan had a panoramic view of all this, he looked at Ma Xintian quietly, nodded at him, and said softly, "Let's beat the drum."

(End of this chapter)