Chapter 93 Shooting the Old Thief and the Infantry
All the hungry soldiers fled all of a sudden, and Ma Shouying's face was ashen. Although these hungry soldiers were not strong enough to fight, they were also the seedlings of the future old thieves. Maybe one or two of them could be trained into the old thieves' infantry. Now the hungry soldiers were all gone.
They all escaped, and the losses were considerable.
However, if you can defeat the army in front of you, some of these hungry soldiers will return for food. As long as you defeat this small army of more than a thousand people, you will not lose too much strength.
Ma Shouying hid among the Tangma cavalry and shouted: "Speed up the march! The officers and soldiers only know how to use firearms! If we charge forward, we will win!"
The old thieves' infantry and pond horses, who had been beaten to pieces by the shells, stopped chasing the fleeing hungry soldiers, regrouped, and quickly killed the officers and soldiers one mile away.
Seeing that the hungry soldiers of the bandits were defeated, Li Zhi was in a good mood and asked the artillerymen to fire one more time with solid bullets.
The thieves and soldiers walked one hundred and fifty steps, and were two hundred steps away from the officers and soldiers, when they were shelled once again.
Another forty rounds of artillery shells roared in, all of which smashed into the bandit army of more than 7,000 people. As soon as the bandit soldiers heard the roar of the artillery fire, they fled in all directions, and suddenly they were no longer in a queue. But even in such chaos
The fleeing rebels could not reduce the lethality of the artillery in the slightest. At a distance of two hundred steps, the six-pounder was already firing directly, with astonishing power. Forty shells roared and pierced through the ranks of the rebels, and in an instant, another hundred people were cut.
Fifty lives.
More than a dozen artillery shells fell into the Tangma team, killing dozens of valuable rebel cavalry.
When Ma Shouying heard the whistling sound of the cannonball, he panicked and subconsciously huddled on his horse. A cannonball whizzed past him a few feet away, piercing the mounts of two cavalrymen and knocking those cavalrymen off their horses.
He fell down and was half dead.
Ma Shouying took a breath and secretly thought that the firepower of the officers and soldiers was too fierce. He even hesitated to rush forward. The power of the shells made him subconsciously want to escape.
But in the end, reason prevailed over emotion. Ma Shouying rode on his horse and shouted loudly: "Come on, you will win if you charge forward."
Seven thousand nine hundred bandits mustered up their courage and rushed towards the vanguard selection group with loud shouts.
Two hundred steps away, the ranks of the officers and soldiers in front could already be clearly seen. There were only more than a thousand officers and soldiers, standing in a semicircular formation on a raised mound, with forty cannons arranged on both sides.
Ma Shouying firmly believed that as long as he charged forward, he would win.
Three thousand pond horses are the most precious, so they are naturally used in key places and cannot be used to charge into the formation. Ma Shou should let the five thousand infantry rush up as quickly as possible and directly attack the front of the small group of officers and soldiers. The five thousand men attack more than a thousand people.
, Ma Shouying felt that his old thieves and infantry would definitely be able to overwhelm the official army in one go.
But he didn't understand at all how powerful the firepower of the selection team was.
Li Zhi saw that the rebels had rushed two hundred steps away and stopped the bombardment with solid artillery shells. The solid artillery shells had dispersed Lao Huihui's rebels. The strategic purpose had been achieved and it could be over. He ordered all six-pounders to be fired.
Quickly load up the shotgun and prepare to bombard the enemy's charge.
The musketeers stood in formation and prepared to fire in three stages.
Three hundred meters, two hundred and fifty meters, two hundred meters, five thousand thieves holding broadswords and swords shouted and rushed to the front of the selection group two hundred meters away.
Li Zhi waved his sword and shouted: "Rifle fire!"
The orderly shouted loudly, and 380 Mini riflemen took aim and pressed the trigger.
The fire was radiating, and the crackling sound of shooting was heard continuously, creating hundreds of choking black mist on the small mound. Three hundred and eighty rounds of bullets roared towards the oncoming bandit soldiers.
At two hundred meters, the hit rate of a shooter who has been trained for several months using a mini rifle is almost 90%. The charging speed of the rogue infantry is limited, and when they charge head-on, they are like fixed targets.
The bullets fired knocked down three hundred people.
The bandits were suddenly hit hard and couldn't react immediately, so they rushed forward with their heads covered.
"shooting!"
Only seven seconds later, the second batch of riflemen in the three-stage attack came to the front and began the second massacre.
There were more than three hundred gunshots, and countless smoke filled the air, shrouding the entire raised mound in smoke. The hungry bullets flew out of the gun barrel and rushed into the naked display in front of the gun without mercy.
In the body of the thief, the high-speed rotating bullets broke through the thief's skin and flesh, and stabbed left and right in the body where the internal organs were placed, turning those organs into a ball of flesh and blood.
The more than 300 infantrymen who rushed at the front fell down with blood spurting from their wounds and vomiting blood.
The few hundred foot soldiers at the front were the bravest, and they all fell down in one fell swoop. The thieves at the back were stunned. They slowed down and looked at the small mound shrouded in smoke in front of them with fear.
But before they hesitated, the third shooting started.
"shooting!"
The flying bullets flew towards the thieves like raindrops, slamming into their bodies, breaking their ribs and shattering those fragile organs. Even if they were lucky enough not to be hit in the torso, only their hands and feet.
The bones of his hands and legs were immediately broken, and he fell to the ground and lost his fighting ability.
In just one round and three batches of shooting, more than 900 old thief infantry were killed and injured, and fell in a pool of blood. Only 4,000 old thief infantry were still alive.
However, the bandits still held on to their last glimmer of hope. They speculated that after this round, the officers and soldiers on the hillock would have to reload their ammunition and matchlocks, and there would be no time for a second round. As long as they charged up, they would win.
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With fear, they rushed to a distance of 120 meters from the selection team.
However, their fantasies were soon broken by the cruel reality. After only a seven-second pause, the selection team on the small mound began to shoot in three rounds again.
One hundred and twenty meters away, the bullets seemed to have eyes, piercing the thieves' chests one after another, shattering the heart, stomach, lungs, kidneys, and everything they encountered.
These murderous old thieves were kicked into hell.
In the blink of an eye, another 350 thieves fell to Minnie's guns.
These are not official troops, these are heavenly soldiers! The front is a death zone, and rushing forward will lead to a dead end.
Twenty-five percent of the personnel losses have exceeded the endurance limit of the old thieves and infantry. No one’s life is chosen. Who is willing to use his own life to fill this death penalty area? The bravest ones rush to the front.
All the old thieves had died, and the remaining ones were not so brave. The ones running in front slowed down, hoping to let the ones behind them fill up to block them, while those running behind just turned around and ran away.
The escaping person immediately took the others with him, and finally everyone turned around and ran away.
They turned and fled in panic, throwing away all the swords and spears in their hands, hoping to run faster.
Amidst the firing sound of rows and rows of forward-selecting regiments, the old thieves' infantry abandoned their helmets and armor and fled in all directions.
During the escape process, the vanguard group was still shooting, and the old thieves who fled in panic dumped more than a thousand corpses in front of the vanguard group.
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