The order to shoot came again in the team.

So, another row of fire guns made a loud noise.

At the beginning, Zhu Qizhen used three strikes in Tumu Fort.

That is to say, the team is divided into three rows, using the first row of shooting, the second row of the third row of gunpowder is loaded, and then everyone takes turns to shoot to ensure that the bullets in the queue can continuously shoot and kill the front enemies.

However, as the equipment increases, the shooting speed becomes faster and has been changed to two-stage strikes.

Of course, this is also closely related to the training of Sanqian Camp on weekdays.

The most important thing in using a musket is to be well-trained.

A poorly trained army is actually useless even if it is given a powerful firearm.

If the same flintlock rifle is placed in the hands of an ordinary army and requires half a incense to be charged for one round, the Three Thousand Battalions can reduce this time to 30%.

Not only that, in order to reduce time as much as possible, all gunpowder is quantitative granular gunpowder, wrapped in oil paper in advance to ensure that the dosage of each pack of gunpowder is consistent.

What the team members have to do is to take out the projectiles directly, tear them away quickly, and then stuff them into the musket. Then, they can be compacted with a special iron bar to shoot.

Therefore, after the second row of shooting was completed.

The original first row was loaded, and they quickly stepped forward and shot again.

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

The sound of the musket sounded like fried beans, with continuous firepower and suffocating.

In these short thirty steps, it never stopped.

Especially the cooperation between the two rows of members was almost at an instant. Everyone knew what they were about to do in the next moment. They advanced almost like conditioned reflexes, lifted their guns, and shot, and then quickly retreated, leaving the shooting position, loaded medicine, put in the projectile, moved forward, lifted the musket, and continued shooting.

This series of actions has almost reached a uniform level.

And these, they have already undergone countless drills in the school field on weekdays.

Even when dreaming, someone dreams that they are loading gunpowder.

During these days, in the Jiangnan garrisons, an important part of training was the use of new muskets.

The whistling cavalry thought they were sure to win.

Especially when they rushed to thirty steps, they had a proud smile on their faces.

But they obviously never expected that these short thirty steps would be as long as ascend to the sky.

Shooting round by round, the people who rushed to the front fell one by one.

The cavalry's advance began to slow down, and then the rear team rushed up again, still unable to resist the dense muskets shot out.

People keep falling down, and people are wailing everywhere...

The fallen people and horses have formed roadblocks, making it more difficult for the people in the back team to sprint.

Their speed slowed down, but the members of the 3,000 battalion did not slow down their shooting speed.

They still kept loading medicine and shooting mechanically. In just half a cup of tea, the iron cavalry, like a whirlwind, rushed forward for only twenty steps, but left two hundred corpses.

At this time, the entire Jinan Wei was on the verge of collapse.

Even the person who rushed to the forefront was already scared at this time.

They knew clearly that as long as they advanced ten more steps, rushed into the formation, and then killed these musketeers.

But……

It seems like a distance of only ten steps.

At this time, some people have begun to shake.

However, the troops behind him have already been pressed up, and even if they want to retreat, they have no way out.

As for Qin You, who was leading the way, was knocked into pieces from the beginning and was trampled by the war horse behind him. He had long been dead and could not die anymore.

Cai Jinkui obviously saw the situation, and he immediately realized that things were worse than he thought.

So he cursed Qin You, the wine bag, but had to hold the knife directly and shouted: "Kill!"

With a command, all the elite cavalry beside him rushed away.

The remaining infantry naturally rushed forward.

Of course, Cai Jinkui knew that if he did not put all his troops in, the vanguard's army would definitely collapse.

Perhaps because of the new force, the person who rushed to the front was frightened, but he still gritted his teeth and persevered desperately.

The biggest problem now is that it is one's own people.

The countless corpses of people and horses on the ground were everywhere, and in some places, there were even corpses piled up like mountains, which instead blocked the cavalry's sprint.

Not only that, some people who fell to the ground crawled on the ground crying and screaming, and were terrible.

There were also some injured horses running around the battlefield.

Because there was a pungent smell of gunpowder in front of him, many unowned war horses turned around and ran around.

For a moment, people were overturned again.

Cai Jinkui was stunned this time.

He suddenly realized that he underestimated the enemy.

If you have plenty of time, arrange tactics in advance and cooperate with favorable terrain, this may not be the result.

But now, even if I regret it, it's too late.

The vast cavalry and infantry were still sprinting continuously.

No one looked contemptuous, and they looked frightened, as if they were facing a great enemy.

Seeing that his morale was low, Cai Jinkui roared, "If you don't kill these people today, no one will want to live tomorrow. Moreover, all the young and old in your family will be implicated. Kill me and die together!"


Chapter completed!