"Shoot them all!!!"
"Kill them!"
Amid the chaos of the battlefield, Miura roared as he fired his musket.
As the battle progressed, the troops from both sides were now engaged in chaotic combat. As a result, the artillery fire had ceased, replaced by close-quarters fighting, with some soldiers armed with firearms also mixed in.
Surrounded by gunmen, Miura, despite his loud shouts, was gripped by a deep sense of panic as the commander of the musket squad.
As a newly formed army in Japan, which had only been established for nearly a year, Miura had extremely high expectations for his troops and was also very confident in them.
After all, when they were at sea, they used their warships and their long-range weapons to sweep away the entire navy.
In naval battles, the Fusang army, equipped with new weapons, possessed extremely formidable combat power, a fact that has already been proven.
As for land warfare, apart from a small number of drills on home soil, the only other significant achievement was in the previous invasion of Gaul.
However, the Kingdom of Gaoli, as a vassal state of Daqian, was a small country, and its national strength and military strength were inferior to those of Fusang.
The operation against Koga was won by a coalition of samurai forces led by General Sakamoto's newly dispatched army and Yamanaka Hitohide, the second son of the conservative General Yamanaka.
When news of the victory reached the country, the whole nation was in an uproar. Miura felt a strong urge to achieve something great himself.
But now, he was facing a truly colossal entity—the Yan Kingdom!
Miura belatedly realized that his troops were in a losing position in this actual battle, and under the current circumstances, this battle, which was originally expected to be a "sure win," was turning into a defeat.
"Bang! Bang!"
A lead bullet whistled past Miura from the front.
Although Miura couldn't see, the two soldiers beside him screamed in agony; there was no doubt they had been hit.
Miura hurriedly started running. At this point, there were no obstacles around, only soldiers engaged in fierce combat.
He ran towards the densely populated area and hid behind the soldiers.
"Huff huff".
Miura was panting heavily, his gaze peering through the gaps between the soldiers' bodies.
The enemy's offensive remained fierce. In addition to the soldiers armed with firearms, there were also many ordinary soldiers. Fukuyama's men were currently engaged in fierce fighting with them.
But it is obvious that Fukuyama's troops are now at a disadvantage.
Miura's face grew paler and paler. He looked away and saw the cavalry on the perimeter. They were not his own men, but enemy troops.
"There are still so many cavalrymen, this is troublesome..."
"Damn it... I don't want to lose like this!"
"I haven't accomplished anything yet..."
Miura turned his head and looked behind him. His face was pale, and his lips moved slightly. A certain sentence was stuck in his throat, but he could not say it.
"Waaah!"
But soon, a bugle call sounded to signal a retreat.
Miura's pupils dilated, and then he actually breathed a sigh of relief.
"Withdraw! Withdraw!"
"Hurry, hurry, hurry!"
Without the slightest hesitation, he immediately roared, and at the same time, he turned around and retreated.
The soldiers, who were engaged in fierce fighting, were momentarily stunned.
"kill!"
But the shouts of battle grew even louder at this moment.
Upon hearing the sounds of the retreat from Japan, the soldiers of Qi Jiguang's army fought even more fiercely. The gunmen pulled the triggers, the gunpowder in the chambers blazed violently, and lead bullets whistled out!
"Don't even think about escaping!" A soldier holding a three-barreled gun held his breath and aimed the muzzle at a Japanese soldier who was trying to flee.
The next instant, he pulled the trigger!
"Bang!"
A plume of white smoke rose up, and three lead bullets shot out!
Almost the instant the sound rang out, the Japanese soldier who was running ahead yelled and fell to the ground.
The Japanese soldiers beside him watched their comrade die, their hearts filled with fear and rage. Immediately, several of them turned around with howls, picked up their matchlock guns, and began to fire.
As soon as they turned around, they were hit by a barrage of lead bullets!
Several lead bullets pierced their bodies, and they collapsed with a violent shudder.
"Get out of here! Get out of here first!"
"We'll hold them off, you guys go first!"
A roar came from afar. Fukuyama was pale, clutching his bloodstained chest, and was screaming hoarsely.
"Waaah!"
"Waaah!"
Meanwhile, the retreat bugle calls from the rear grew increasingly urgent!
Ito Junyoshi, who gave the order, was sweating profusely. As the commander of this army, he knew that continuing the battle would not be as simple as just suffering heavy casualties.
If they continue fighting, they will likely end up like Murata!
At this point, there's no time to worry about anything else; the only way to preserve any fighting strength is to withdraw immediately!
"We can't let this newly arrived Yan army be completely wiped out here!" Ito Sumiyoshi roared hoarsely.
"Do not linger in battle, retreat immediately! Retreat immediately!"
Amid shouts, more and more soldiers began to turn and retreat. Despite the constant barrage of lead bullets coming from behind, all they could do was run. If they were hit, it was just bad luck.
"General! We'll cover your escape!"
The guards following him shouted anxiously. Ito Junyoshi's face was pale. He glanced at the center of the battlefield, where there were still people who were entangled and unable to break free.
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