The bandits on the opposite side were stunned for a moment, then suddenly accelerated and rushed over.
There was a firecracker on the opposite side, and they knew very well that they had to rush over quickly and not stay here to be beaten.
It was difficult to reload the firegun, so if they rushed forward after taking 40 or 50 steps, they might not have time to reload the next shot.
"Come on, big guys, shoulder to shoulder! They have finished firing their muskets. If you don't want to die, hurry up and don't let them reload." The one-eyed dragon shouted loudly.
"Quick, whoever goes into the city first, the eldest girl and the younger daughter-in-law will be chosen first." Master Du also shouted.
"Hurry up, run faster. If you're slow, others will take away your money. You won't feel warm even if you eat shit - ah!" Before one of the leaders finished shouting, another burst of smoke rose from the opposite side.
A lead bullet hit his cheek and embedded itself in his flesh, and his shouts stopped abruptly.
At such a long distance, the lead bullet had long lost its power. He raised his hand and pulled it down. Although his face was dripping with blood, the leader laughed fiercely: "Hahaha, what a piece of shit, this firecracker can't even hit it."
Immortal. Big guys charge. Haha."
The bandits immediately laughed wildly and rushed over even faster.
That's what gangsters are like. When fighting a smooth battle, they are all arrogant. Once they lose the battle, they lose all morale and scatter like birds and beasts.
"Fuck it, stop it, stop it. Don't fire without an order," Mo Zuo yelled.
Unfortunately, few people could hear his voice amid the gunfire.
Yang Fan was extremely anxious. With this method of attack, all five bullets in the gun chamber would be used up within a short time. When the bandits rushed up, there would be no bullets left to shoot.
He saw with his own eyes the faces of several soldiers, their faces twisted, their bodies drenched in cold sweat, their legs trembling, their teeth gnashing, and they kept lighting fires with their torches.
Holding the barrel of the magic gun under one arm, he did not level the blunderbuss at all, pointing it diagonally at the sky, and fired all five bullets like this.
The soldiers who were out of bullets were still persistently lighting fires, lighting fires, lighting fires, and kept pushing the fire sticks into the fuse holes.
Yang Fan suddenly understood why people said that recruits are cannon fodder.
Some eyes were blank and dazed,
Some don't care and just keep lighting the fire.
Don't even look at where the gun is pointed.
There are also those who close their eyes and don’t look.
I was shaking all over and peed my pants.
The only consolation is that the officers performed well and no one opened fire without permission. Of course, the officers also received more training than the soldiers.
The smoke fell silent, and all the muskets were fired.
Except for the cheek, the results are basically zero.
"All officers, stand at the front," Yang Fan ordered loudly.
Yang Fan's voice could finally be heard by everyone.
Among the five hundred people, one hundred team captains and fifty team captains immediately stepped forward and squeezed to the front of the team.
Yang Fan ignored the obstruction of Mo Desi and Donkey Dan and stood directly at the front.
Six servants also rushed forward and surrounded Yang Fan.
"Listen to my order and level the fire cannon." Yang Fan ordered.
At this time, the bandits had already rushed to a distance of twenty steps.
"Fire" Yang Fan ordered.
Bang! The firecrackers of the officers and servants went off, and a burst of white smoke spewed out.
The dozens of people at the front of the bandits were suddenly shocked, their bodies felt like they had been hit by a big hammer, and then they stumbled to the ground.
Twenty meters, this distance, the fire door gun sprayed projectiles at a speed of 150 meters per second. The body without armor was shot directly through. Due to the irregularity of the bullet, it quickly carved a huge cavity in the body and shattered the internal organs.
"Fire" came another command. Bang!
There was another volley. The bandits who had rushed to 15 meters fell to the ground again. Many of the survivors were rolling on the ground and wailing. Then they were trampled by countless big feet coming up from behind, and finally stopped moving.
The bandits in the front row stared wide-eyed. This musket could actually fire continuously. They wanted to stop, but the people at the back pushed forward and couldn't stop at all.
The fire gate gun is very crude, the internal ballistics and the bullet chamber are not bored, and the bullets are irregular, resulting in a sharp drop in lethality of the bullet thirty meters away. It can basically be ignored.
The bullets of the fire gate gun no longer travel in a straight line at a distance of more than ten meters. Westerners have conducted accurate tests with imitation fire gate guns and fifteenth-century fire gate guns unearthed in Britain. The direct shooting distance is 9.1 meters.
No one can predict where it will fly. But all battlefields in this era have the same dense formations, and you can hit someone unlucky with your eyes closed.
"Fire"
"Fire"
"Fire"
All five rounds of lead bullets were fired. The closer the distance, the greater the lethality. The last shot even contained candied haws.
The bandits were dead on the ground in front of them, and there were still a large number of people who were still alive, rolling, crawling, and wailing in a pool of blood.
After more than two hundred bandits fell, the remaining bandits seemed to be stupid, standing motionless, staring at the mess in front of them.
If I had known that so many mistakes had been made today, causing the bandit to rush to twenty meters, it would have been better to load nine rounds. The ammunition loaded in front of this distance would also have enough lethality.
Yang Fan sighed, and then shouted loudly: "Change the gun head"
He no longer dared to shout orders.
Today he has been completely defeated by these bastards, so let's use a language they can understand.
After saying that, he pulled out the murderous weapon he took out from the construction site. He wheeled it up violently, and the heavy flail made a harsh whistling sound. Yang Fan felt that his power was getting stronger. He suddenly hit Du, who was still in a daze.
On the boss's head.
Before Master Du could react, the place in front of him suddenly became empty. There was no one left, and there was only a huge black shadow in front of him.
There was a loud bang.
There was darkness before his eyes.
When the juice of Mr. Du's head was flying everywhere like a rotten watermelon, the officers reacted quickly, loaded their rifles, lined up in a horizontal line, and stabbed forward neatly.
"Ah" there was a scream, and the bandits were stabbed to death with spears in rows.
A small leader angrily grabbed the spear that was pierced into his stomach and tried to cut off the barrel of the gun with a knife. If you can't survive, don't think about it. If the gun is broken, you will be killed by someone else.
There was a bang and sparks flew everywhere.
Damn, the iron on the gun tip is so long, the little boss will die with his eyes open.
The ten days of queue training worked. When the spears were stabbed, the difference between organized and unorganized was huge.
The formation was neat and tight, shoulder to shoulder, and one hundred and sixty spears advanced and retreated together.
Mo Zuo shouted the slogan "One, two, stab"
"One, two, stab"
The formation of the bandits was too loose and they all fought individually. One of them had to face several regiments of soldiers at the same time.
Three or four spears were thrust at him, and he was unable to resist them. They were pierced one by one.
Yang Fan took the lead. Among these people, he was the only one wearing armor. Yang Fan decided to set an example for everyone.
He picked up the flail and rushed into the enemy formation like a tiger rushing into a flock of sheep, throwing and smashing them wildly.
The 20-pound hammer filled with cement was rounded by him like a windmill and swept around. There were sounds of broken bones and tendons and screams. These bandits were all dressed in cloth, and none of them had armor. Even if they had armor, they were covered with it.
If such a heavy weapon hits you, your bones will be broken into pieces even if you don't die.
"My lord is mighty!"
The servants were excited, and they also pulled out wooden poles, turned their sharp spears into flails, and threw them in all directions with great ferocity.
With Yang Fan as the center and the servants as the backbone, people all around were on their feet.
At this time, the soldiers behind finally reacted.
Watching the hundreds of adults and officers in front of them charging forward, I quickly prepared to install the gun head and join in.
"Where's my gun?" Many people can't find the gun tip.
"Don't take my gun tip, it's mine." Some people started to argue. Only then did they realize that if they didn't follow the regulations, they would be beaten with a military stick.
They just pulled out the gun heads in a daze and didn't even remember where they threw them.
Several people had gun heads in their arms, but they fought with others for the gun heads on the ground, and some even started fighting.
Without the restraint of the officers, there was chaos.
Zhao Shuigen was fine just now, he had the gun in his pocket.
Looking at this chaos, I suddenly felt blessed. I loaded the gun tip, then pulled my neck and shouted: "Fellows, it's time to beat the wheat."
After saying that, he directly pulled out the barrel of the gun, regardless of the gun head, and pulled out the connecting chain, turning the magic gun into a flail.
He waved his flail and charged forward to kill him.
At this moment, everyone was woken up. It was imminent. What kind of gun tip should I look for? Besides, can you use a gun? Those who are talented during training will become officers if they can do it. But we can do this job of beating wheat.
Familiar.
It's okay with your eyes closed.
During the autumn harvest, isn't it always day and night?
Everyone suddenly understood, swarmed out of the iron chains, and rushed forward waving flails.
This chapter has been completed!