Chapter 835 Sichuan East Station

Front line, in the mountains.

After the dense sound of guns, rows of Ming troops were guided by swords, shields and axes, and climbed while launching guns while holding muskets. The rebels on the hillside desperately fought back with various firearms, bows and crossbows, and two soldiers and horses were separated.

He shot at a distance of hundreds of steps. Although the rebel army was crowded with people, they were hit by the dense platoons so that they could not raise their heads. They could only close their eyes and fire guns down randomly.

A hundred steps away, more and more Ming troops climbed up with muskets, and the platoons were getting more and more densely.

On the other side, Ma Jinzhong was also strong and mad, driving teams of rebels into the mountains. He was red and his eyes were red. Ma Jinzhong ignored casualties and rushed the 20,000 elite rebels under his command to the mountain, which triggered a fierce battle of attrition.

, the nameless mountain that is only a hundred feet high and five miles wide, has been turned into a meat grinder in eastern Sichuan.

Ma Jinzhong is also from Yansui Town, but he is not a border soldier, but a habitual bandit who occupys the mountain and becomes the king. He is also a nickname of 100,000. In the early years of Chongzhen, he led a group of bandits to raise troops to cause trouble. This man is a real bandit and cunning.

The insidious, bold hob meat, this man is very dirty with two sides and three swords. There is nothing he dares to do. The government recruits him and surrenders him. After receiving food, grass and military pay, he starts up a rebellion. When the Qing army recruits him, he dares to surrender and receives benefits.

Continue to wander around and be his king of grass.

This was the norm for bandits in the late Ming Dynasty. Most of them had no position when they were both sides and had no position, so they wanted to be the free and easy grass-headed king.

Ma Jinzhong's troops were in front of him, but were beaten by the Taiwan Biao Battalion and fought hard. Even the second leader Wang Yuncai went into battle bare shirtlessly, trying to drive the Ming army down the hillside with a high apex, withstand this time, and strive for some recruitment for the King of Chuang to contact the officers and soldiers.

Time, in this way, the seniority among the bandits can be firmly seated in the front row.

Ma Jinzhong yelled with his wishful thinking, "Kill it up, kill it up, the Liao soldiers are timid!"

"The Liao army was defeated, kill!"

In a hurry, Ma Jinzhong used the basic troops and his eight thousand elite soldiers under his command. All of them were bandits, Ma bandits, and thieves from Gansu and Shaanxi. He followed him to fight without suffering a great loss for nearly ten years. He was the real old foundation.

Teams of bandits were used to killing and kidnapping, and set fire to the house without business. They rushed to the top of the mountain with their swords and iron spears on their backs. They rushed down in groups of howling, and wanted to see the real sign with the Liao army.

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On the hillside, a group of Ming troops attacked from the upper hand, but were attacked by the superior forces of the rebel army from a high position, but it was not at all confusing. The front-line officers boldly gave up their command at this time and ordered the soldiers to shoot freely. The so-called free shooting is the most important thing.

Load, launch and deal with the big bandits rushing down the hillside at a fast speed.

At the foot of the mountain, Ni Yuanlu was sweating in her palms. If this battle failed, it would be successful. Either Ni became famous all over the world and defeated 200,000 bandits with one guard, or Taiwan's battalion lost its soldiers and was defeated into half-remnants, and there was no third place.

One option is the strong combat style of the world's number one town, which is very distinct, and there is no semicolon for this one.

On the top of the mountain, densely packed elite bandits jumped, waving swords and guns to attack the Ming army's straits, afraid that there would be tens of thousands of people. This scene seemed familiar, and even made Ni Yuanlu remember the battle at Xifengkou, and Jianlu was the same.

With his desperate tactics, he even crippled the main force of Kaiyuan Town Army. He gritted his teeth and still pushed the reserve team up. Another infantryman from the Sixth Battalion climbed from the foot of the mountain with his guns and rushed to the front line.

Ni Yuanlu also bit her back teeth hard. The bandits were not Jianlu, and the Taiwan Biaoying was not the Kaiyuan Town Army that year.

Frontline, projectiles, arrows fly across the sky.

The Ming army machinery that formed three horizontal lines were loading and firing, and the sound of slightly chaotic guns came one after another, and the smoke of guns rose, and it actually withstood the charge of 20,000 elite soldiers of the rebel army. The infantry was on the back, on both sides,

With the support of various individual soldiers supporting firearms and light artillery, a stable line of defense was established on the hillside.

Howling, the shirtless rioters rushed down frantically, but they all fell a hundred steps away.

More and more corpses fell, blocking their way, and some even rolled into the Ming army formation. In the choking smoke, light rotors were used to fire muskets, and the Ming army's loading speed was even higher.

It came faster and faster, and created many firsts in the history of world wars in the 17th century, including state speed, shooting frequency, three times the enemy, and many later generations claimed to be the first in the world, and triggered a large-scale military change.

This bloody battle in eastern Sichuan forced European countries to reiterate the military changes brought about by light muskets, gears and fire guns. Decades later, the heavy and extremely slow-firing meteorite gradually withdrew from the stage of history, light,

The flintlock rifle with extremely fast firing speed has gradually become mainstream equipment. Naturally, this is something that happened decades later. When it was, the well-equipped and well-trained Taiwan Standard Camp actually shot two to three rounds per minute.

The amazing rate of fire is also the ultimate rate of fire for the rotor.

A large number of Ming soldiers adopted unconventional tactics, took out some fixed-packed gunpowder for induced medicine, and stuffed them into the gun chamber together with paper shells. This method of fighting was extremely harmful to the guns, and most guns could not be maintained and cleaned after the war.

Although it is a very loser's style of playing, it actually creates the theoretical limiting rate of fire in the rotary musket.

The sound of the guns was a little messy at first, but soon it was connected into a single burst of sound.

In the middle and back row of the pop sound, more than a hundred guns were raised on both wings, and light cannons also put in full force to attack the dense areas of the rebel army, and also created a killing record of individual soldiers supporting firearms.

After fierce battle, half an hour later, the rebel army's offensive became even stronger.

Ni Yuanlu looked gloomy and led the sixth battalion engineers, and the two battalions of supplies carried a large amount of ammunition. She pushed them up. This was the few remaining troops in his hands. If he went up again, he would have to be his guard camp. In just half an hour, he would be the line.

The Ming army, who was in three rows of horizontal lines, used an astonishing rate of fire to exhaust all the fixed ammunition they carried with them, and the blockade firepower gradually weakened.

The engineers used as reserve team for the first time, but the baggage soldiers burst out with amazing combat power. They carried ammunition and crawled up with all their strength, handing them bags of fixed gunpowder, lead and iron to the front line colleagues.

After a stagnation, a mass of gunpowder burst out from the Ming army's straits.

On the other end, he broke into the military camp.

Ma Jinzhong calmed down from the roar, looking at his subordinates who were silent from the left and right, only hundreds of personal soldiers were left. He shivered and sat on the ground, trembling in horror. He was so excited that he just fought.

He filled all his 20,000 elite soldiers, and now he woke up and was trembling in his heart. What did he do? The sun was still above his head before the battle, and after the battle was over.

He actually filled his 20,000 elite soldiers into a bottomless pit within an hour.

On the hillside, some despicable soldiers abandoned their weapons and burped into the forest. Ma Jinzhong looked at the empty mountain top and his hands and feet twitched uncontrollably. He was shocked by this terrifying speed of casualties. He was just a mountain.
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