From Chief to Ball

The soldiers in the first row pulled the trigger and immediately took a step back, while the soldiers in the second row took a step forward and continued to shoot.

After shooting, the soldiers took out the lead bullets wrapped in paper and butter from their pockets, bit open the paper package and put the lead bullets in their mouths, poured the paper-wrapped gunpowder into the gun barrel, and tamped the lead bullets.

Years of training allowed them to reload extremely fast, and the three rows of flintlock soldiers fired in turn, bursting out the strongest infantry firepower of this era.

In fact, the first row of soldiers who shot back and reloaded had just finished reloading. After the second shot was fired, the more than 200 people had already collapsed and fled towards the back.

Huashan Jiugao on the opposite side was already frightened.He has seen three-stage blows that have been blown up like a god, but he has never seen such a fast three-stage strike.

When the second round of gunfire sounded, he knew that the loading speed on the other side was at least three times faster than that of the proud iron gunners on his side, which was an unimaginable speed.

The denser formation of the flintlock guns made the shooting effect more terrifying. The formation with a density two to three times that of the matchlock guns exerted the strongest effect of lead bullets.

After two rounds of platooning, more than 200 people from Kawayama Kugao's side have fallen, and those in front have already retreated. It seems that that tactic has proved meaningless.

At this time, the main force had already approached about a hundred steps, and hacked and killed several fleeing people in a row, which was enough to stabilize the morale of the army from collapse, but the morale had already dropped to the extreme.

After two rounds of shooting on the opposite side, they stopped and stopped firing. Only three guns continued to fire towards this side, while the remaining four guns seemed to stop, and they seemed to be loading different shells.

Huashan Jiugao heard the sudden change of the drumbeat on the opposite side, and then saw the loaded soldier on the opposite side take out a dagger from his waist and put it on the firecracker.

He didn't know what it was, and he was even more panicked. He had never seen the tactics of these people on the opposite side, and the tactics he used to lure the opponent to shoot first had no effect.

Already panicked in his heart, he bravely walked forward a dozen steps, and then there was a flash of fire, and a few iron balls fell straight into the formation of the iron gunners.

At this time, the distance was quite close, and those iron gunners seemed to be unable to withstand such a blow. It was unknown which iron gunner fired without waiting for an order.It was like a bird chirping in the early morning, and soon the sound of iron cannons rang out in disorder.

Amidst the smoke, it seemed that a dozen people fell down on the opposite side, but the people behind quickly filled the vacancy in front.

On Chen Jian's side, after hearing the gunfire from the opposite iron cannon, the commanding officer and Chen Jian looked at each other and smiled.

Chen Jian turned around and told those who were on the battlefield for the first time: "The opponent lost."

Sun Yuanhua didn't know why Chen Jian made such a statement. It seemed that although the opposite side suffered a casualty just now, there were still a lot of people and they were still approaching.

Chen Jian didn't explain, but let Sun Yuanhua and others watch.

The officer here shouted: "Beat the drums, move forward, and walk slowly!"

The sound of the flute that has been passed down for hundreds of years, the sound of the snare drum, and the soldiers lined up neatly, stepping forward at the same time in keeping with the beat of the snare drum.

Both the officer and Chen Jian understood that the opponent had already lost.

At ninety paces, the arquebus had no chance to reload a second time.

The whole team walks in unison and the speed of the waist drum at this time is about 75 steps per minute. It is impossible for the opposite side to complete the loading in one minute.

So they have already lost, as long as this side chooses to attack.

Soldiers are like those who have been trained countless times, silently counting one two one in their hearts, listening to the drumbeat played by the flute player, and the habit of being left by the officer's military stick countless times makes their footsteps already match the flute. sound merged.

More than a thousand people marched forward at the same time, and the sound of their footsteps was so neat, it was like a thousand horses charging.

But apart from the sound of footsteps, flutes and drums and the screaming from the opposite side, there was no other sound here.A simple bayonet glows black in the sun. It is not sharp, but it is sharp. It can stab people to death. It may not be pulled out or it may bend, but it is better than nothing.

When these thousand people moved forward at the same time, it seemed that the whole field was moving, neat and numb, revealing a terrible smell.

The iron cannons on the opposite side were loading gunpowder in a panic, but the cumbersome matchlock device convinced them that they could not finish loading before the opponent approached. This mentality made them make frequent mistakes.

Huashan Jiugao saw the opponent pressing towards him like a moving wall, and had no choice but to draw out his Japanese sword and shouted, leading his troops to charge.

The advancing soldiers on Chen Jian's side heard the officer's order, stomped their right legs on the ground and stopped.

"Raise the gun!"

"Raise the gun!"

The officers yelled, the soldiers repeated, and their fingers were on the trigger. The soldiers in the first row squatted halfway, and the soldiers in the second and third rows staggered, aiming their guns at the charging enemy.

The shouts on the opposite side could not be understood, but the emotions contained in those shouts could be understood by the soldiers.

There is despair, fear, and helplessness, but there is no confidence to win.

Getting closer, getting closer, those curved long knives, bamboo spears, and strange armors seemed to be in sight, only thirty or fifty steps away.

"Fire and charge! Fire!"

The officer's order was finally issued, and [-] matchlock guns were fired at the same time within a few seconds, and thousands of projectiles were shot into the enemy who was only [-] steps away from the opposite side within a few seconds.

More than 600 people fell in this volley, and at this time the iron gunners had just completed half of the loading.

Hirata Masamune, who was shot four times in the body and could not be rescued, saw the penultimate scene before he fell down. It was like a city wall, densely packed, soldiers in blue and white striped clothes, with short knives on the front of the iron cannon, shouting for him to listen. If you don't understand, it will sweep in like a tidal wave that washes over everything.

In the last scene, a pair of unknown feet stepped on his eyes staring at the sky when he was dying, and it was pitch black.

Chapter 83 Get a ride

From the start of the bombardment to the end of the battle, it took less than half an hour, and a volley counterattack to catch the opponent's reloading time difference completely defeated the patchwork team of Satsuma.

The soldiers of the three companies continued to go north, chasing down the defeated army, mainly to search for the property looted by the Japanese.

Chen Jian discussed with the officers not to let these soldiers loot the civilians, the soldiers had no choice but to search for the enemy, feeling a little resentful in their hearts.

The remaining soldiers cleaned the battlefield and beheaded the wounded enemy, which also helped them end the pain of being hit by lead bullets.

There were more than 40 casualties on our own side, and because the opposite side did not control the battlefield, the injured were basically killed, and more than 900 people were killed in total.

Deputy General Hirata Masamune was shot dead, the generals below Kawayama Kugao were captured, and the rest fled to the north, but they would all be captured in a short time, and they had no way out.

Looking at the burning Naha in the distance, several people from the trading company who came ashore to clean up the battlefield were secretly happy.

After more than a year of understanding, they have understood what the tribute system is all about.They also knew about the important position of Ryukyu. They agreed to Chen Jian's sending troops to Ryukyu, but from the perspective of interests, they were neither defending Ryukyu nor admiring Wang Hua.

What they hope now is to allow Chen Jian to deprive Ryukyu of tribute trade opportunities with reasons such as "Ryukyu's new scriptures are broken, money is scarce and people are lacking, and tribute will be exempted".

Paying tribute seems to be an obligation of a vassal state, but in fact it is a very lucrative business. Exempting the obligation of paying tribute may make Ryukyu cry, but the reason is perfect and impeccable.

With one more competitor, you can get more benefits on your side.Moreover, after this battle, the relationship between the Ryukyu Satsuma clan and Japan will be minimized, and it may be difficult to have the opportunity to go to Japan for trade.

In this way, the trade share vacated by Ryukyu can be held in one's own hands, and the Ming Dynasty next to it will not be bored and vigilant, which really serves multiple purposes.

The Ming Dynasty had neither the ability nor the will to defend Ryukyu, and the Ryukyu people had to worry about revenge from the Shimadzu family, so they could only rely on their own people.It would be great if the King of Ryukyu wrote to the Ming Dynasty to implore the Ming Dynasty to allow these people to patrol and garrison here to help calm the Japanese plague.

The soldiers who cleaned the battlefield built the city with these severed heads in accordance with the customs of the ethnic group.The two photographers were busy building a darkroom tent, taking pictures of these heads as evidence, and taking simple black and white photos of the dead bodies on the battlefield.

The accompanying ship doctor was treating the wounded soldiers of one's own side, and simple amputation operations were being carried out on the battlefield, and the places hit by lead bullets were horrible.

Chen Jian had long been accustomed to all kinds of battlefields, and led a group of people behind him around the battlefield, waiting for the few young people who couldn't bear the bloody smell of the battlefield to vomit.