While holding a purge rod and stabbing hard at the lead bullet that had just been inserted into the barrel of the gun, Fenghuahui yelled this sentence in his mouth.
When he was playing games, it was right to play Gallo, a thief archer.
However, I still have some calculations in my mind, and I know that based on my actual level, it is more reliable to use short blunderbuss instead of bows and arrows in battle.
By the way! In the phalanx formed by their guard battalion, a total of two small Folan cannons were deployed.
Relying on the astonishing lethality produced by the shotgun shells that can be fired at an interval of only ten seconds, their phalanx has persisted until now.
However, at the critical moment, another thirty or forty cavalry gold soldiers, led by a young general in silver armor, charged towards their phalanx.
However, Fenghuahui never heard the sound of Xiao Fo Lang's cannon being fired.
Immediately in my mouth, I was so angry that I couldn't help shouting such a sentence.
Because he knew that facing the impact of these cavalry, it was absolutely impossible to withstand the attack of these cavalry with just the formation of muskets full of gaps.
However, the sound finally fell, and a crying voice came from my ear:
"Deputy Commander Feng, all the pre-loaded sub-cannons have been fired. We are stepping up the reloading. We have to wait for thirty more seconds~"
Upon hearing this, it can be said that Fenghuahui's heart froze.
The small Folan cannon can fire so quickly due to its mother-and-sonet structure; but as soon as the pre-installed sub-cannons are fired, the rate of fire will immediately decrease.
Thirty numbers? That's half a minute.
But the cavalry in front of them had already rushed to a position of about a hundred paces. With such a small distance, it would only take at most ten seconds to kill them.
So if you count on these small Folan cannons, it means it's too late.
So when a group of about 40 musketeers just picked up their muskets and fired, the Fenghuahui member also yelled:
"Quick, throw the grenade~"
Under such an order, five or six grenadiers immediately lit a grenade, rounded their arms and threw it.
Then, a total of 40 musketeers pulled the trigger, but only 30 muskets fired.
The reason for this is that there are users of four muskets, some civilians who have only recently been added.
Although these people have also been trained, their psychological quality is undoubtedly much worse; as a result, various mistakes occurred during the filling process.
For example, when my hand shook, the gunpowder particles in the paper shell were scattered all over the floor, and they could not be poured into the barrel of the gun at all.
In addition, there were six musket hammers. When the triggers were pulled and the guns were struck suddenly, the weak sparks produced failed to ignite the ignition powder in the gunpowder pool.
In other words, the gun misfired.
As for the reason, there was still some heavy drizzle, which caused the gunpowder and flint to get damp.
Originally improved by Lang Qing, the brown Bess muskets used by the New Army of the Song Dynasty were far superior to the ones used by John's Lobster Soldiers.
The 1730-style Brown Bess musket used by the Lobster Soldiers is said to have a misfire rate of over 20% when used under normal circumstances.
The New Army of the Song Dynasty only has 5%.
But now that everyone's body, including the gun body, has a thin layer of water beads, the misfire rate of the gun has suddenly increased by more than ten percent.
If it were just that, the problem wouldn't be too big.
It's just a matter of moving the hammer back and firing once or twice and it will always fire.
The key problem is that of the seven grenades that were thrown out in a hurry, two of them stopped smoking after bouncing on the ground twice.
Not to mention that it exploded just like the other five grenades.
In short, due to the misfire of many muskets and the insufficient number of exploding grenades, only about twenty of the thirty or forty Jin cavalry were brought down.
There are still fifteen or sixteen riders left, although many of them have been injured.
Still rushing out of the smoke, dust and sand stirred up by the explosion, they ran into the musketeers who had just fired their muskets and had not had time to retreat.
Damn it! These musketeers didn't even have time to install bayonets.
The main problem is that the bayonet attached to the barrel is too heavy; it can still be fired after being attached, but it shakes violently after being lifted up, which greatly affects the accuracy of shooting.
Or to put it another way, the accuracy of this thing was not very good originally, but it got even worse after a while.
Therefore, even if a group of musketeers who were unable to retreat faced the approaching cavalry, they did not care that the barrels of their muskets were already very hot after firing many times.
After holding the barrel of the gun, he waved the hard walnut butt and smashed it at the cavalry.
It is a pity that such a counterattack by them was still not enough in front of the cavalry that rushed over madly.
In an instant, even the golden knight with seven or eight riders fell off his horse in the impact at this moment.
The originally neat queue was smashed to pieces on the spot; more Jin people took advantage of this opportunity and also killed them.
Even so, Fenghuahui, a rookie, still didn't give up.
Holding the newly loaded short musket in his right hand, he yelled in his mouth: "Those who have the opportunity, go to the square formation on the left to assemble, and those who don't have the opportunity, join me to cut off the rear."
As he spoke, he was already heading towards the leader, the young general with a golden man and silver armor, to kill him.
If he must die here today, then he hopes that before he dies, he can drag this golden man with him to death.
Damn it! You don’t know what level you are, so you still want to imitate the dragon and wear a silver armor?
Coincidentally, the young general in silver armor was holding a horse spear in his hand, and he also rushed towards this side; the horse's head directly collided with him, and it was a king versus king.
In the blink of an eye, the two were only about ten steps apart.
Without even thinking about it at that time, Feng Hua raised his hand to the chest of the young man in silver armor, pulled the trigger, and at the same time cursed:
"A duel with an opponent holding a short blunderbuss? A fool."
As a result, Feng Hua had a strong urge to scold her after discovering that there was a misfire at this critical moment with just a bang sound.
Of course, he also knows that scolding is useless.
While quickly dodging to one side, he also moved his left hand towards the hammer, intending to reset it and hit another guy.
But by this time, everything was too late.
In a hurry to avoid it, Fenghuahui passed by the war horse that collided directly with it, but they were unable to avoid the spear thrust out by the young man in silver armor.
Taking advantage of the horse's momentum, the horse's spear that stabbed his left chest first bent.
After the pole bent in a huge arc, it finally pierced Fenghuahui's body. It was only after arriving at Kaifeng City that a piece of armor was built.
The next second later, Fenghua would find that he was picked up.
He didn't know which organ was stabbed, but Feng Huahui felt excruciating pain. Fortunately, at this moment, the hammer of the blunderbuss on his right hand was reset again.
"What the hell! We have to start."
With the last hope, Fenghuahui pulled the trigger on her fingertips.
This time, the short musket was finally fired. After a lead bullet flew out, it could not hit the young general with a golden man and silver armor who was two or three meters away, and his fair little face was beaten to pieces.
The moment the gun was fired, Fenghuahui died with an extremely satisfied smile.
If he knew, the young general with golden man and silver armor whom he killed was called Wanyan Zongfu, not only the fifth son of Jin Taizu Wanyanmin.
He also has a descendant named Wanyan Honglie who is not known to be a great-grandson or great-great-grandson.
That is to say, in the legend, Yang Kang, the father of the Jin Kingdom; I believe that the smile that solidified on his face before he died will definitely be brighter...
I drank too much, my dear! It took me more than 3 hours of hard work to write this chapter.
