It seemed like I had been waiting for a year, when I finally heard the command to ‘fire~’ in my ears.
Like an old bachelor who met the little widow, Hou San pulled the trigger on his fingertips with unspeakable joy at the first moment.
It was also at this time that he discovered that under the intense tension and suffering, the index finger of his right hand was cramping.
Fortunately, my fingers, which were slightly cramped, were able to successfully pull the trigger.
And I saw with my own eyes that the piece of flint clamped on the hammer hit the reed, and a large amount of sparks were produced.
Then, he felt the musket held in his hands shake, and a loud gunshot sounded.
At the same time, a recoil force clearly passed through the walnut wood butt and was transmitted to his right shoulder, causing his body to tremble slightly.
In short, when a choking white smoke rose from the mouth, a lead bullet was fired.
In such a short period of time to breathe, Hou San felt much more relaxed than the day he had his wedding with his wife.
The only pity was that when he pulled the trigger, a total of 26 musketeers from the second company standing in the front row also pulled the trigger.
Even in the central position, hundreds of people from two regiments and thirty-two companies lined up all the way pulled the trigger at this moment.
Suddenly, a large area of choking white smoke rose up from the position, like a fairyland on earth.
After Hou San breathed it into his nose, he couldn't help but cough rapidly.
However, Hou San didn't care at all about such a small situation.
That was before the rising white smoke completely blocked his sight, and he clearly saw this scene with the corner of his eye.
A second ago, they were still charging fiercely at their current position.
Among the twenty or thirty golden soldiers who rushed to the front row, seven or eight of them blocked their cards in front of them out of instinct when they pulled the trigger.
However, this approach is of no use at all, and it cannot save one's own life.
Amidst a burst of sawdust flying, some of the golden figures were knocked to the ground as if they had been hit hard with a stick in front of them.
There are also some people who, even if they did not fall to the ground on the spot after being shot, still stumbled forward a few steps and fell down one by one like a wild boar that had been hit by an arrow.
However, Hou San could not take another look at such an extremely beautiful scene.
Because after long-term high-intensity training, some muscles and movement instincts have penetrated into the bone marrow of these new army soldiers.
There is no need for officers like platoon leaders to issue new orders.
I had known for a long time that these musketeers today were fighting in a three-stage attack, but Hou San and others were behind them with their muskets loaded and constantly delivered to fire.
Immediately, he turned around decisively and hurriedly retreated to some positions behind the team.
After retreating behind the third row of personnel, he quickly reorganized a battle line, took out another bullet from the bullet box, and started loading.
When they retreated, the people in the second row stepped forward and pushed up. After pushing against the first row, they all raised their muskets.
At this time, the white smoke lingering on the battlefield has now become slightly thinner.
This allows them to see the vague figures rushing towards them, and they can take aim right here.
After the general finished aiming, his company commander's cracked command to 'fire' came to his ears, and suddenly there was another burst of gunfire...
In the following time, the musketeers who were originally in the third row took a step forward and followed suit.
By the time the third row retreated, Hou San and others had already finished reloading, carrying their muskets and passing by their comrades, and once again stood on the front line.
It's just that the situation is completely different from a minute ago.
At this moment, Hou San's heart was filled with unspeakable pride, and it was just as Privy Envoy Hu and the chief instructors and officers said:
The golden man has nothing to be afraid of. He will die even if he is hit with a gun.
As long as they maintain a good fighting position, the Jin people will be like rabbits, killed one by one in front of the fighting position.
However, the cruel reality soon taught them a lesson, letting Hou San and other recruits who had just raised their spirits know that the Jin people were not prey for them to hunt.
Just take a few steps forward and stand firm in the first row.
Hou San felt some warm liquid splashing onto his body, and at the same time, an obviously extremely depressing muffled sound sounded in his right ear.
Glancing out of the corner of his eye, he could see that it was a soldier in his squad called Yang Da Zizi, whose left arm had been shot through.
Immediately, Yang Daozai endured the severe pain and hurriedly retreated.
If Hou San could still withstand such a scene.
Then the last few situations made him very nervous, because after he picked up the musket, after a few seconds, he did not hear the "fire~" command in his ears.
Although this did not last long, in the gradually thinning white smoke, the golden men had already rushed to the position fifty steps in front of the formation.
Fortunately, at this moment, he heard the deputy company commander's voice: "Fire~"
In an instant, Hou San and others all pulled the trigger. Under this closer salvo, twelve or three people were knocked to the ground this time.
The problem is that in Hou San's heart, such a victory no longer brings any joy to him.
Because he had an intuition that when the deputy company commander's voice sounded, it meant that the company commander Xiao Yao, who had promised to invite the whole company to their "Sihai Restaurant" for a good meal after this battle, had now fought.
die.
Damn it! I heard that his baby seems to be only two months old...
*******
Hou San's intuition was absolutely correct. The commander of their second company was killed in the battle.
Even though he was wearing a ferocious iron mask with the new army's standard equipment on his face, he was still shot to death by an arrow.
Or to put it another way, the iron mask of this standard is not too thick to affect the flexibility of the combatants during the battle. Although it is not too thick, it can completely block most of the stray arrows.
But in terms of the power of the three-stone bow, it is as thin as a piece of paper.
Even after being shot through the iron surface, the terrifying power carried by the arrow shot through Captain Yao's skull, killing him on the spot.
However, Han Chang, the golden man and captain of ten thousand men, who shot the arrow, also had no sense of relief in his heart.
Since the strange gunpowder weapons in the hands of the Song people on the opposite side opened fire, although he has still not been hit, one after another of his personal guards and warriors who are famous for their bravery have been easily killed.
What's even worse is that after rushing to a position fifty or sixty steps in front of the formation.
It was like an invisible barrier appeared in front of them, preventing them from entering at all.
Even if he was furious and took out a three-stone bow, he would shoot three arrows in the blink of an eye and defeat three opponents.
But the biggest Song Jun among them, Dingtian, was just a minor official at Dutou level among the Song people.
Instead, at the same time, he heard a familiar roar and turned his head to see one of his confidants, Qian Hu, dozens of steps to his right.
He clutched his chest and fell down full of reluctance, dying in battle on the spot.
At least the martial arts and body that have been honed for more than ten years seem to have no effect at all under the weird weapons on the opposite side.
Under such circumstances, he clearly felt that the fighting courage of his soldiers was rapidly fading, and he was afraid that in a short while, they would collapse.
This point is absolutely unacceptable to Han Chang.
He will continue to climb up the ranks by relying on the Song people's heads and become a truly important figure in the Great Jin Kingdom.
With this idea in mind, he threw away the big bow in his hand, waved a big sword, and continued to kill the Song people's camp.
Ten seconds later, Han Chang stopped about thirty steps away from the Song camp.
With a sound of "Bata~", the big knife in his hand fell to the ground.
He lowered his head and glanced at the vital parts of his chest and abdomen. There were at least a dozen bleeding wounds. His face was filled with a bitter expression and he wanted to say something before he died.
But after opening his mouth, a chasseur from the new army pulled the trigger on his fingertips.
A special lead bullet spun continuously under the action of the rifling, hit Han Chang's forehead, and flew out from the back of his head with a line of blood.
At this point, he was originally known as the beginning of the Jin Dynasty in history, and was one of the top ten famous generals of the Jin Kingdom.
Han Chang, who eventually rose to the rank of General of the Jin Kingdom's Cavalry Guards by massacring the Han people under his command and expressing his loyalty to his master through the Song Army, collapsed like a piece of rotten meat...
