Want to transmigrate? You get to be emperor from the start, enjoying delicacies every day!
"Sounds great!" Foodie Ye Xuan is practically drooling.
You'll also get a wife rig...
The soldiers in front fell down, and those behind took a few steps forward to fill the gap, and under the command of Hadashuo, launched a fierce counterattack.
This charge achieved a certain purpose, at least it stopped the Ming army's advance and started a melee with the Ming army in front.
Hadashuo led the charge, his broadsword wielding like the wind, killing and wounding several Ming soldiers in succession. His personal guards were also brave and fierce, following him into battle.
With his desperate bravery, Hadashuo seemed to have achieved his goal of stopping the enemy. However, such momentum and counterattack were difficult to sustain given the enemy's superior forces.
"Charge, kill!" Hadasuo roared madly, waving the big knife in his hand, fighting a battle with little hope.
Defeat the enemy in front of you, make them flee in defeat, and then attack the enemy behind you, creating a chain reaction that will cause the enemy to completely collapse.
Although there were many such examples in ancient wars, the counterattack commanded by Hadasuo was unfortunately not among them.
Suddenly, the scene in front of him was empty. The first few rows of Ming soldiers caught in the melee had been killed or wounded, but Hadashuo did not see any Ming soldiers fleeing.
Three rows of Ming army musketeers were arranged closely, kneeling, squatting, and standing, with countless black muzzles of their guns pointing at the Jiannu.
Before Hadashuo could react, a sharp whistle blew, followed by countless flashes of fire. A dense barrage of lead bullets swept across, and thick white smoke rose up.
This was an extremely ferocious attack. The dense lead bullets were like shotgun shells ejected from a cannon, almost wiping out the most ferocious Jiannu in front.
"Coward, coward..." With an extremely unwilling look on his face, Hadashuo stared with his eyes wide open, still keeping the posture of holding the knife forward, but he could only utter silent curses from his heart, and fell to the ground heavily like a piece of wood.
Not only those who fight face to face are warriors, otherwise there would be no need to equip the troops with muskets.
With outdated thinking and backward technology, failure is inevitable. This law was finally correctly interpreted in the Ming-Jin War.
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