In the mountain forest, the leader of the samurai, Nobuyuki Sanada, looked at the massacre not far away with bloodshot eyes.
He never imagined that the ambush would turn out like this.
It was obvious that the samurai successfully lured the Tigers and Ben troops into the mountains, and finally limited the battlefield to this river valley that was only three hundred meters wide. The charging distance was only one hundred meters, so how could it end up like this?
At 100 meters, the old-fashioned Japanese iron cannon can fire just one shot, and hand-to-hand combat begins.
The Dutch flintlock can fire two shots, but only two shots.
However, the situation on the battlefield was completely out of Nobuyuki Sanada's imagination, with breech-loading rifles firing continuously. How could this be a Japanese samurai ambushing the Ming invaders? This was completely the invaders massacring the Japanese natives with weapons that transcended their times.
What kind of rifle did Huben Jun hold? The shooting speed was so high that it was incredibly fast. He could shoot once every five breaths, and the bullets poured out from the hands of Li Zhi's rifleman like a continuous storm.
This rate of fire has exceeded Nobuyuki Sanada's ability to understand.
Nobuyuki Sanada is very old. He has experienced Japan's Warring States Period and Edo Period. He has seen various iron artillery units, but he has never seen any unit as terrifying as the breech-loading soldiers.
To deal with these new riflemen, it seems that any strategy is meaningless. These breech-loading soldiers can complete loading and shooting in five breaths, which technically eliminates the possibility of hand-to-hand combat with any cold weapon type.
In the face of absolute strength, any strategy is in vain.
These strategies included Sanada Nobuyuki's ambush, including a desperate charge launched by the samurai within a hundred meters.
The warriors on the battlefield were dying rapidly.
In a complex and rugged river valley, if a samurai charges with all his strength, it will take about twenty seconds to rush to the breech-loading rifleman. However, under the continuous shooting of the breech-loading rifle, it will take more time to complete this tactic. Front
There is often a few meters between the warriors in the row and the warriors in the back row. Every time a warrior in the row dies, the front line of the warriors is pushed back a few meters.
Moreover, after the soldiers in the front row were shot, they would struggle and twitch, hindering the soldiers in the back row.
Some warriors who were shot were rolling on the ground, and some warriors who were beaten half to death would even grab the warriors around them and moan for help. These are all obstacles.
This allowed the warriors to charge far longer than twenty seconds.
What further delayed the entire charge team was the human factor. Some warriors were so frightened by the rate of fire of their breech-loading guns that their feet became weak and they slowed down their pace.
Even if they grew up under the education of samurai Xinyi, Japanese nobles are still human beings, not fearless killing machines. As long as they are human beings, they will be afraid of death. In the face of the massacre-like shooting of breech-loading rifles, even
The bravest warriors can desert and retreat.
The fact is cruel: as long as you run slower and let other warriors behind you move in front of you, you can let the bullets that should have been shot at you go to other people, and you can live for a few more seconds.
More and more warriors were frightened by the thousands of breech-loading rifles arranged on the east and west sides of the winding formation, and they ran slower and slower.
The short distance of one hundred meters now seemed like an insurmountable gap.
"Pap-pap-pap-pap!"
The sound of gunfire on the battlefield was continuous. A thousand Jin-style breech-loading rifles on the east and west sides had at least the effect of four thousand Mini rifles, completely dominating the valley. Soon, the bravest ones rushed forward with their heads down.
The warriors were all slaughtered. They stepped over the corpses of their comrades, charged, and then fell down after being shot, rolling like sandbags on the sloping river valley.
The samurai who were shot by the steel-core lead shell of the breech-loading gun had no chance of survival. The steel-core lead bullet was originally designed to break armor, but the killing effect was equally terrible. If shot within a hundred meters, the bullet would even completely penetrate
The samurai's bodies were pierced with two holes at a time. The rotating bullets would tear apart any human organs they passed through during the puncture process, causing incurable wounds to the body.
The shot warriors screamed and groaned loudly on the ground, rolling and struggling on the rugged ground near the river valley. From time to time they hit sharp rocks, and from time to time they fell down from a steeper place, screaming and falling to a lower place.
But no matter what, he couldn't stop the blood from the wound and couldn't save the life he was gradually losing.
The corpses in the river valley were densely packed. The noble samurai who once ruled the country of Japan were now like the cheapest consumables, like livestock piled on the ground in a slaughterhouse, waiting for the butcher to come in and disembowel them.
Blood, a large amount of blood flowed out from the corpse, flowing in the valley area sloping towards the river, gradually forming a bloody trickle.
When the warriors rushed 40 meters in front of the Tiger Army, one third of them had already been killed.
The breech-loader is a ruthless massacre. He does not consider who is the brave warrior and who is the timid coward, he just slaughters. Whoever rushes in front will die.
The old Nobuyuki Sanada was sitting in the forest with his eyes wide open.
If the rifled guns the Tokugawa family received from the Dutch were jackals and tigers that devoured life, then this breech-loading gun that could shoot once in five breaths was the devil that harvested lives in batches.
If Nobuyuki Sanada was still confident that the samurai could defend the mountainous areas of Koshinetsu, now he has begun to waver in his thoughts.
Even if they are ambushed in the woods with only a few dozen meters of sight, this breech-loading rifle can kill several samurai before hand-to-hand combat. As long as the Ming people are not afraid of casualties, the tens of thousands of samurai gathered in Koshinetsu will not be able to stop the Ming people.
The iron-blooded pace.
The old Nobuyuki Sanada trembled.
The situation on the battlefield became increasingly unfavorable to the samurai, and Sanada Nobuyuki suspected that he would lose the war.
However, Nobuyuki Sanada could do nothing. He was already very old and could not rush to the front line to charge into battle. Commanding this force with the help of his nephew was all he could do.
Gritting his teeth, Sanada Nobuyuki watched his warriors collapse.
One-third of the brave warriors who were not afraid of death had died, and the only ones left in the valley were the wanderers who were trembling with fear from the massacre.
Already frightened by the breech-loading guns, how could these warriors have the ability to break through the last forty meters? Their forward speed was not even half that of those warriors who died in battle.
"Pap-pap-pap-pap!"
A row of deafening gunshots rang out, and another group of warriors fell on the slope of the river valley, rolling on the hillside.
Finally, the warriors collapsed.
A samurai who rushed at the front yelled, discarded his ancestral samurai sword, turned around, and fled back in a panic.
The other warriors looked at the fleeing warrior in horror and were silent for a second.
However, in just one second, the breech-loading gun roared and killed hundreds of front row warriors.
The psychology of the warriors collapsed in an instant. Almost at the same moment, the thousands of warriors in the front row no longer rushed forward, but all fled to the back. They were like a group of mice that encountered a cat, scattering in all directions, panicking and choosing their way.
He fled into the mountains and forests.
Jiang Chong looked at the fleeing Japanese warriors and breathed a sigh of relief.
But he was not prepared to let these desperate Japanese go.
"Keep shooting!"
"shooting!"
Bullets were like devil's scythes, continuing to pour towards the defeated Japanese's backs. Blood flowers bloomed from the Japanese's backs one by one, mixing the blood of cowards and the blood of brave men.
The fleeing warriors jumped among the corpses of their companions and fell down one after another with screams. The corpses were piled on top of the original corpses, making the already bloody ground even more cruel.
After countless corpses were left on the battlefield, the warriors fled into the mountains and forests.
The more than 20,000 warriors who originally attacked the third regiment were completely defeated, with less than half of them remaining.
Seeing the embarrassed Japanese fleeing into the mountains and forests, the soldiers of the Tiger Army laughed. They excitedly raised their breech-loading rifles and cheered loudly.
