Rebirth of The Deer and the Cauldron, Wei Xiaobao Becomes a God

The captain acted decisively and sent a dozen soldiers on fast horses to the rear to report the news and inform the people to evacuate as soon as possible.

At the same time, the captain stood in front of the battle line. His firm gaze seemed to be able to penetrate the thick smoke and look directly into the depths of the soul of every soldier.

He looked around at the more than 700 coastal defense soldiers behind him who were ready to go. Their figures looked particularly tall and solemn in the afterglow of the setting sun.

The voice of the commander was as loud as a bell, passionate and powerful. He said affectionately and solemnly: "Brothers, at this moment, we are not only facing the invasion of the red-haired devils, but also a blatant provocation to our homes, our relatives, brothers and sisters.

Defending our country is not only the sacred duty of our soldiers in the Han Camp, but also the most ardent emotion and belief in our hearts.

How can we back down? How can we give up?

Today, let us use our flesh and blood to build an indestructible line of defense, fight to the death with those invaders, avenge those brothers who have fallen, and protect the peace and happiness of the people of Songjiang behind us! "

"Fight!" Following the order from the commander, seven hundred soldiers shouted in unison. The sound exploded between heaven and earth like thunder, shaking the mountains and rivers and making them roar.

Their morale reached an unprecedented height at this moment, as if even the air was filled with a sense of tragic grandeur and heroism of facing death with indifference.

The soldiers held the weapons tightly in their hands. It was not just cold steel, but also their firm belief in protecting their homeland and defending their dignity.

Marines from many countries formed dozens of columns, some with 100 to 200 people, and some with only 50 to 60. They lined up neatly in a marching column, marching to the beat of drums at the foot of the fortress, and along the road from the pier to Songjiang Prefecture.

Major John, the battle-hardened commander, rode on a majestic tall horse, examining with his sharp eyes this team made up of soldiers from various countries.

Although they came from more than ten different countries and spoke different languages, they were able to maintain their formation in such a tacit manner after just one day of emergency training, and marched forward in unison to the rhythm of the drums. Looking at the scene in front of him, Major John couldn't help but feel gratified and full of confidence in the upcoming battle.

In the 16th century, Western armies generally used muzzle-loading flintlock rifles as their main combat weapons. This ancient and complex firearm required soldiers to have extremely high operating skills and patience.

The soldiers first had to stand up the heavy barrel, take out a gunpowder ball carefully wrapped in a paper shell from the ammunition bag they carried, and carefully pour it into the barrel.

Then, put in a cold iron bullet, use a cleaning rod to penetrate into the inside of the barrel, and rotate and compact it vigorously to ensure that the gunpowder and the bullet are tightly combined.

After completing this series of tedious steps, the soldiers still need to pull the heavy bolt, raise the barrel, aim at the enemy in the distance, and finally pull the trigger, looking forward to the decisive blow.

However, the flintlock was not perfect.

Its effective range is only about 100 meters, and it is very easy to have a dud, which greatly tests the soldiers' loading skills and psychological quality. Once the gunpowder or projectile is not installed correctly, it may lead to a shooting failure and a missed opportunity.

Therefore, soldiers must strictly follow operating procedures and complete each loading step meticulously to ensure that the firearm can exert maximum power at critical moments.

In addition, the flintlock rifle had a slow loading speed, and even well-trained soldiers found it difficult to complete three shots in one minute.

In order to make up for this shortcoming, Westerners creatively invented the combat method of marching in formation and firing in three stages.

Under this tactic, soldiers were transformed from marching formations to combat formations, which were divided into three rows. The first row was responsible for shooting, the second row quickly took over the first row's position and prepared to shoot, while the third row was responsible for loading ammunition. This cycle was repeated to ensure continuous and stable firepower output.

This method of attacking in formation, which advances to the beat of drums, not only tests the soldiers' physical fitness and will, but is also a psychological and strategic contest.

It requires soldiers to have fearless courage and firm belief, and it also requires commanders to have superb tactical qualities and command capabilities.

In the era when maritime civilization was just emerging, Europeans used this unique tactic and tenacious fighting spirit to inflict tremendous psychological pressure and actual losses on their enemies.

Just as Major John was immersed in his self-inflated confidence, the atmosphere around him suddenly changed. The passionate drumbeats in front of him stopped abruptly, like the calm before the storm, which made his heart tremble violently. He quickly pulled himself out of the brief trance, his eyes were sharp, he held the telescope tightly, and looked forward suddenly.

The sight passed through the mist and dust, and the scene one thousand meters away gradually became clear - there, there were densely packed Qing troops. They stood on the road like a solid wall, forming an indestructible line of defense.

The Qing soldiers were equipped with various equipments. Some held simple bows and arrows, ready to go. Some carried muskets on their shoulders, with flames flickering between the barrels, revealing a power that should not be underestimated. There were also warriors holding swords and spears, their eyes full of indomitable spirit and anger, as if they wanted to turn this anger into fearless power and pour it out.

Faced with this sudden situation, Major John's anger exploded instantly like ignited gunpowder.

"Order the artillery to fire immediately and blow these Chinese people who are blocking our advance into pieces!" His roar echoed in the air, full of arrogance and determination.

In his opinion, these Qing troops were just like a mantis trying to stop a chariot. How could they stop the iron hoof of the multinational coalition forces?

After receiving the order, the artillery team acted quickly and orderly.

As the elite division of the British Marine Corps, this artillery unit, with its twenty-four 82.6mm Falconer cannons, was undoubtedly a killer weapon on the battlefield of this era.

These guns weigh 860 kilograms and have a barrel length of 2.9 meters. They are cleverly fixed on two huge wheels, allowing for flexible maneuvering on the battlefield.

As time went by, the artillery preparation was completed. The commander's voice broke through the noise and gave the order to fire.

The eight falcon cannons in the first row roared almost at the same time, spewing out hot flames and thick smoke from their muzzles. Eight iron balls whizzed out like angry demons and headed straight for the Qing army camp.

These iron balls drew death tracks in the air and ruthlessly smashed into the bodies of the Qing soldiers. Then they bounced and rolled in the crowd. Every time they landed, they were accompanied by tragic wails and splattering blood.

In just a short moment, dozens of Qing soldiers fell in a pool of blood. The heavy casualties were shocking.