The Three Hundred Musketeers didn't hesitate at all. The moment Cheng Ying gave the order, they bit into the gunpowder bag, poured in the gunpowder, loaded it with special Mini bullets, and compacted it with a purge bar.
Of course, the specific movements are more complicated, with a total of seventeen steps. This is because the flintlock gun greatly simplifies the loading process, but after all, it is much easier to learn than the bow.
It takes nearly half a minute to reload once. During this period, both parties in the battle also stopped and unanimously chose to turn around and face this group of even stranger enemies.
The few people wearing clothes from the civilized world were also whispering to each other, as if they were discussing whether some sworn enemy had sent someone to trick them.
It's a pity that no one realizes that those guns with no soul power fluctuation are actually terrifying weapons with a killing range of one hundred meters. Even a soul master will explode his brains if he is hit in the head.
When Cheng Ying shouted: "Shoot!", both sides launched attacks in unison.
On the indigenous side, the soul masters led the ordinary soldiers, howling in unknown languages, charging at the front. They were invincible on the battlefield. They were never afraid of ordinary people. Even if they were in a uniform military formation, they could tear them apart.
Make an opening.
One man is worth a hundred, or even one man is worth a thousand men. In this world, it is a documentary description without any artistic touch. Before the arrival of Cheng Ying, this was an era when princes, generals and ministers were indeed distinguished.
But it's different now, because...
The gun went off!
Sir! Times have changed!
The soul masters who bravely charged at the front released their soul rings one by one, showing off their power like proud roosters. The soul power on their bodies made arrows pose little threat to them, and they charged fearlessly.
Simply the best target.
boom!
Neat gunshots rang out, and the bullets with no visible trajectory left only sad flowers of blood. A fourth-ringed soul master who was laughing maniacally just now, because he had the highest level of cultivation and attracted the most hatred, was killed by five bullets.
The bullets hit the forehead, chest, abdomen, and thighs at the same time, and five blood flowers exploded at the same time.
The head was completely blown away. From the front, it looked like just a few small holes, but from the back, it was a hole as big as a bowl. Due to the irregular shape of the mini bullet, it would roll rapidly after hitting, causing more damage to the target's body.
For severe secondary injuries, most of the kinetic energy provided by the gunpowder explosion will be released during this process, which is why the wound on the back is much larger than the caliber of the bullet.
The four-ringed soul master who was hit didn't even have time to scream in agony before he lost his breath of life. The soul skills he had honed in countless fights, and the power he gained from the tragic deaths of several soul beasts, faced the small lead bullets.
Being so fragile corresponds to what Cheng Ying once said in the Second Class: Under the gunpoint, all living beings are equal.
Most of this round of volleys from the first row were aimed at the soul masters. There were more than forty soul masters in total, and half of them were gone in an instant. The more than twenty corpses left their companions in shock.
Several soul masters holding soul guides raised their soul guides and shot at the musketeers. The range of the early soul guides was not as far as the muskets, but the huge impact still caused several hit musketeers to fall to the ground in pain.
Cheng Ying's heart suddenly tightened, but he forcibly resisted the urge to take action. At the same time, he also stopped the Ice Emperor and his disciples who were about to take action. Not to mention the few people who fell down were not dead, but they were really dead. So now
It is better to die than to be wiped out on a more cruel battlefield later.
The few people who fell caused some confusion, but they were quickly suppressed by the platoon commanders. The people in the first row dragged the injured people away and retreated to the back row to reload. The musketeers in the second row finished loading.
, raised his musket and fired another volley.
This time, the firepower was consciously aimed at the guys holding soul guides. Within a distance of less than 70 meters, with more than a hundred guns pointed at them, it was difficult for even a Soul Emperor to run away.
boom!
All the soul masters holding soul guides were wiped out at the same time. Due to the excessive concentration of firepower, each one died miserably. The gunpowder Cheng Ying gave to the soldiers was definitely the best ratio that had been refined over time, and there was no problem of insufficient power.
The most unlucky one had been shot more than a dozen times, and he could hardly be seen as a human being. The large number of soul rings that were flashing just now were now only a dozen or so here and there.
The second row retreated, and the third row raised their guns. The black muzzle of the gun was like a door to the netherworld. Finally, the remaining soul masters completely collapsed and turned around and hid behind them desperately.
Unfortunately, they realized it too late. Amidst the roaring gunfire, only one three-ring soul master used an ordinary person as a shield and escaped with his life. The rest were all killed in this round of volleys.
This horrific change also completely destroyed the will of this group of indigenous people. The musketeers who have been trained for a long time can mechanically ignore the death of their companions, but this group of rabble cannot. When they are still fifty meters away from the musketeers, they are finally captured.
A salvo fired by the reloaded first platoon turned into a complete rout.
Cheng Ying took the opportunity to order: "Everyone, fix your bayonets! Prepare to attack!"
As soon as the order came out, all the musketeers took off the three-edged bayonets from their waists and put them on the muzzles of their muskets. Chengying would not consider whether the three-edged bayonets were humane. In this world of the jungle, no one is qualified to say
What humanity.
Three hundred people lined up in a neat queue and launched a charge, driving away the indigenous people who had only a hundred or so people left like ducks. Under such a defeat, let alone a hundred indigenous people, even if there were a thousand,
He also had to be chased by a mere three hundred people.
The only surviving soul master extinguished his soul ring, plucked out the feathers on his head that symbolized warriors, wiped off the paint on his face that only soul masters were qualified to smear with dust, and was rolled and crawling under his arms.
flight.
It's a pity that they were too chaotic and couldn't run fast at all. The musketeers' formation extended on both wings and easily wrapped up the natives like pliers. They already had an advantage in numbers, but they were facing a group of rabble who had lost their courage. There was no need at all.
One of the three is missing.
Every time the triangular military thorn stabs out, a fresh life is lost. Even Cheng Ying, who had expected this scene, felt his stomach churn. Fortunately, his cultivation level was high enough, and his expression was somewhat stiff on the surface.
On the contrary, it looks like a disregard for life, and no flaws are exposed.
The ensuing battle has no beauty, it is a one-sided massacre. Cheng Ying has no intention of leaving anyone alive. It is best not to be discovered by their arrival. Compared with the people who will die in what he is going to do in the future,
What he saw in front of him was just to allow him to adapt to what a battlefield is.
Hun Zun, who pretended to be an ordinary person, was eventually discovered without any preferential treatment. He was greeted by five bayonets stabbed at him. He fought back desperately and killed a musketeer, but was stabbed by four people behind him at the same time.
Pierced through the chest, the encirclement was too small, and he died miserably under the gun without any room for action. Several people who killed this soul master in close combat completely changed their mental outlook, and no longer looked at the soul master.