During the battle in Guangning, Zhao Mengzi had seen much bloodshed and even chopped off heads while cleaning up the battlefield, but he found that nothing was more satisfying than killing the enemy with his own hands.
Watching the enemy being hit and falling to the ground with blood splattering, Zhao Mengzi gritted his teeth in hatred.
Damn it! If it weren't for these bastards, my family would still be living peacefully in Guangning. We wouldn't be separated from our loved ones like now.
Damn it! If it weren't for these bandits, I might have already been with that girl the matchmaker praised so highly...
Zhao Mengzi pulled the trigger hard, grinning and watching with satisfaction as an enemy was hit and fell to the ground, screaming more miserably than a pig being slaughtered.
Niulu Ezhennehaci escaped the disaster again, but there was a cut on his face by shrapnel and blood was flowing.
Looking at the soldiers falling to the ground in the smoke, he felt angry, helpless, and even more scared.
If it was a face-to-face fight with swords and guns, he would be confident that he could deal with four or five enemies based on his skills and experience, but now, he had no chance to show his skills at all.
The blood was still flowing, and his legs were numb, so he could no longer feel the pain. Nehaqi supported himself with a spear and moved back with great effort.
A soldier who was hit in the face by shrapnel rolled on the ground screaming in pain, blood oozing out from between his fingers covering his face; another soldier lay on his back on the ground miserably, with the tip of a wooden stake sticking out from his chest.
Nehazi shifted his gaze. There was no other way. He could not help anyone except himself.
However, the sharp wooden stakes in the wide trench, which seemed sparse and posed little threat, became the biggest obstacle to a quick escape, and even a deadly weapon.
Through the hazy mist, Nehazi saw the edge of a ditch not far away. Climbing up would lead him out of this hell of blood and fire. He saw hope, and he seemed to have gained some strength.
However, a bomb that fell from the sky sent Nehazi back into hell.
Although he was wearing a helmet, the force of the falling bullet was still heavy. It was lucky that Nehazi was not killed on the spot.
Nehazi fell to the ground in a daze. Then, in his eyes filled with fear and despair, the nearby thunder bomb exploded with a dazzling flash.
The sudden change left Amin and other generals dumbfounded. Zaisangu, who was leading the troops in person, was even more shocked.
The smoke and dust stirred up by the explosion obscured Zaisangu's vision, and his heart grew cold and sank into the abyss.
This was a long-planned attack, but he didn't realize that five Niulu and fifteen hundred Jianzhou warriors were sent to the slaughterhouse by him.
The muskets were still as dense as popcorn, and the flashes of explosions were still visible, but their number had greatly decreased.
Without the masking of the explosion, the gunfire was clearer. But it was no longer a roar of unison; the enemy was firing freely, signaling the end of the massacre.
The smoke was gradually thinning, and the pungent smell of sulfur hit his face and penetrated into his nose. Zaisanggu's eyes were wide open, staring straight ahead.
My vision remained blurry, and the pungent smell grew stronger. Finally, a survivor emerged from the smoke and stumbled back.
One, two, three... These guys who managed to survive were in a miserable state, with dust and mud on their faces and unconcealable fear, their bodies were stained with blood, they threw away their weapons and fled without looking back.
My vision became clearer and I could hear the screams and wails more clearly.
A tragic scene finally appeared in Zhaisangu's sight.
In the wide trench, blood and flesh were scattered all over the ground, corpses were piled up, and the wounded were wailing; broken limbs, weapons and broken flags were scattered in a mess in the bombed area.
Looking further out, the corpses in front of the deer fort and the wooden stakes were even more shocking. They were piled up in layers, stretching for dozens of meters.
Under Zaisang Gu's horrified and surprised gaze, the drums and trumpets on the Ming army's position changed, and the sword and shield soldiers and musketeers quickly moved out and launched a counterattack against the retreating enemy.
The gunshots became more frequent again. The musketeers chased the enemy with forward shooting, knocking down the enemy soldiers from behind without even turning their heads.
The screams and howls amidst the roar of gunfire seemed so helpless and desperate. The massacre took place right before Zaisanggu's eyes, as the Jiannu fell to the ground, rolled over, and howled in a shower of blood.
Zaisanggu's eyes were bloodshot. He had never seen such a tragic scene before.
The brave and ferocious Jianzhou warriors were shot to death by the enemy like pigs and dogs.
From far to near, no, from Zaisanggu's perspective it was from near to far. The enemy obviously didn't want to let go of any of them, even though it was impossible.
The sword and shield soldiers mercilessly hacked at the injured Jiannu on the ground. In fact, they were doing a good deed by giving the struggling Jiannu a quick death.
Zaisanggu subconsciously gripped the horse's belly, his teeth chattering, and he wished he could rush forward and chop all those hateful enemies to death.
It was not until his personal guards came galloping over, grabbed the reins, and reminded him not to go near the battlefield that Zaisanggu finally came to his senses. Although he was still filled with resentment, he did not continue to rush forward.
However, just after Zaisanggu lost control and advanced for dozens of meters, the shadow of death had already fallen on him, but he was still unaware of it.
Although the Ming army's new military system had planned the proportions of light and heavy muskets and long spears and sword and shield soldiers, the standard implementation could not be guaranteed in the early stages.
We are now concentrating on producing the Rumi gun. The large matchlock musket and eagle gun can only be purchased from the Portuguese temporarily and equipped to the troops in small quantities.
For example, Zhang Pan's brigade was only equipped with ten Eagle guns, which was a pitifully low ratio compared to the two thousand Rumi guns it was already equipped with.
However, the power and tactical application of the Eagle Gun were recorded in the Infantry Drill Manual. Zhu Youxiao regarded this heavy matchlock gun as the sniper rifle of later generations.
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