Boom, boom, boom! Three explosions rang out, followed by a flash of fire. Shrapnel flew through the rising black smoke, and screams and cries of terror rang out.

For the Han soldiers who were advancing in formation, the range that the three shells could reach was really small.

The Han soldiers around the impact point fell into chaos, but those far away were affected little, and the Han soldiers far away didn't even know what was happening.

Thousands of troops couldn't possibly be thrown into chaos by three test-fired shells. Furthermore, the lethality of these three explosive shells was probably no more destructive than the solid bullets from the Red Cannon.

"Form a column, form ...

Ma Guangyuan also howled and commanded the Han soldiers to set up artillery, preparing to deal the same blow to the enemy.

Boom, boom, boom... A series of roars came from the opposite bank. Dozens of artillery shells flew up from behind the sandbank, swept across the river, and fell one after another in the terrified eyes of the Han soldiers.

Ma Guangyuan looked up at the incoming shells, his pupils suddenly shrinking. How many artillery pieces must there be to allow the Ming army to possess such a hidden weapon?

The shells smashed into the Han soldiers' formation. Looking at the smoking death warrant on the ground, the surrounding Han soldiers screamed and fled.

If viewed from the air, the Han army's battle formation looked like a beach hit by heavy raindrops, or like ripples caused by many stones thrown into the water, with a circular blank space centered on the artillery shells.

Explosions rang out, one after another, dazzling lights flashed in the battlefield, and clouds of black smoke rose.

Du Yueshan gave the order to attack. Hundreds of Ming army musketeers who were already prepared passed through the gaps between the Portuguese artillery carts and strode forward in a tight four-row rotation formation.

The explosions had just stopped when a swan sound was heard again.

The Ming army's battle formation came to an abrupt halt, and they were less than a hundred meters away from the Han soldiers in front.

The first row of musketeers raised their rifles, took aim, and pulled the triggers. The gunfire merged into a roar no less powerful than artillery fire. Countless bright spots flashed, and thick white smoke rose.

As soon as the gunshots fell, the second row of musketeers passed their companions, raised their guns again, aimed, and accompanied by the swan sound's command, they fired another round of powerful volleys.

The Han soldiers were thrown into chaos by the fierce bombardment and had no time to adjust before they were hit head-on by a barrage of musket fire.

Load the matchlock (place the matchlock in the trigger's spigot, ready for ignition), open the flash cover, light the matchlock, aim, and pull the trigger to fire...

Although the Han soldiers had completed the tedious first few steps of firing the bird gun, only the final procedure remained. However, in the chaos and panic among the people, and with lead bullets raining down, few people could still calm down and perform the operation?

This is the lack of practical experience. Most Han soldiers have never experienced any battles.

During training, they were able to operate the bird guns relatively skillfully, but on the battlefield, panic and trembling hands were inevitable. Who would remember that in an emergency, they could directly fire at the trigger instead of aiming and firing?

The four rows of Ming troops advanced forward in an orderly manner, firing as they went, like a sophisticated machine operating. The volleys of muskets followed one after another, like a monster spewing tongues of fire.

These are the elite troops selected from Zhang Pan's army. Some of the veterans even followed Zhang Pan when Dongjiang was first established. It is no exaggeration to say that they have experienced hundreds of battles.

"Anyone who retreats will be killed without mercy! Anyone who shrinks back..." Ma Guangyuan's wolf howls could not stop the Han soldiers' retreat. He waved his bloody sword in vain and had already killed several defeated soldiers.

He could see clearly that the third group of Ming troops were approaching the shore by boat, and the advancing Ming troops were clearing the shallows for them. In addition to the Ming soldiers, the boats were also loaded with artillery carts.

"Put on bayonets and charge!" Du Yueshan shouted the order.

The war drums sounded, although there were only two of them and the sound was neither loud nor exciting, but the Ming soldiers who heard the order to charge suddenly became excited.

"Kill, charge, kill!" The shouts filled the air, stirring up the blood in their bodies.

After the Ming army soldiers fired the lead bullets from their guns, they raised their bayonets, took big strides, and charged forward shouting.

Faced with the Ming army charging at them like wolves and tigers, the Han soldiers lost their last bit of fighting spirit, and the retreat finally turned into a rout.

Puff, puff, puff... A row of bayonets caught up with the enemy and stabbed into the flesh mercilessly. Amid screams, blood splattered.

Wolves cried and ghosts howled, and everyone fled in panic. The defeat was inevitable, and no one dared to look back, let alone return to fight.

The third wave of Ming troops began to land, still consisting of 300 musketeers, more than 20 Portuguese cannons, and accompanying gun carriages. The strength of our forces had changed, though not significantly.

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