Chapter 156 One-sided battle!
Chain ball bullet, which is a kind of naval gun shell unique to the era of great navigation. This kind of hammer bullet is actually two shells tied together with a chain. After firing, the chain ball bullet will naturally stretch with the distance. In the battle of the ship against the ship, especially against the other party's mast, various buildings and soldiers on the deck. Soldiers have great lethality and destructive power that cannot be underestimated.
Eight 18-pound naval guns began to turn. Brother Li Pao smiled and stuffed the dark and heavy hammer bullet into the muzzle. With a command, all the guns were ready to be targeted.
Brother Li Pao chewed the tender grass stem that had just been pulled up from the ground with his back alveolar teeth, squinted his eyes, and measured the distance between the three hundred iron horses and these cannons. At this time, the Zheng pirates who were running on horseback had seen that the distance between themselves and the enemy was getting closer and closer, and they couldn't help roaring excitedly. They had stood up from the horse's back and let the vigorous wind flutter on their faces. Their eyes were full of blood-eating red light, and the snowy sword in their hands was raised high. In the light of the sun, it seems that there is a snowy and ferocious sword jungle on the ground.
Although there are only three hundred iron horses, it gives people a kind of power that thousands of troops can easily avoid. This is the cavalry, a declining arm in the era of firearms, but at least now, the cavalry is still a terrible existence.
Brother Li Pao's one-eyed blinked quickly, and his evil eyes were full of sin and death, just like the powerful one-eyed giant in Western mythology and legend. At the moment when the knights raised the sword, Brother Li Pao's hand waved down fiercely and roared: "Reld!"
Eight 18-pound naval guns trembled at the same time, and the dark barrel spewed out the blazing white tube and white smoke. The hammer bullet was as fast as electricity, flying towards the Zheng family's cavalry. The distance came in an instant. The heavy hammer bullet easily smashed the first object it touched, and the rest of the momentum was not consumed. Swinging forward, a Zheng cavalryman saw a dark shadow rushing at him. He subconsciously leaned on one side and felt a strong wind passing in front of his nose.
"Dodged!" The Zheng cavalry turned this idea with regret, but at this time, he suddenly felt that his body was light, as if someone had driven himself in the clouds and flew to the sky... The faces of the cavalry next to him showed a dead white. He saw a cavalry in the horse position in front of him, and his head was hit by the hammer in an instant. The bullet stirred up the sky. After running a few steps like a headless knight, the headless body twitched and fell off the horse's back.
Eight hammer bullets, after shooting the cavalry group obliquely, were like eight sharp knives burning in the stove. Among the Zheng family's cavalry, several staggered straight lines were easily cut out.
The sad screams, the dull sound of fractures, the broken arms of the broken limbs that were smashed head-on and smashed, and the splashed blood, poured on the gray land.
The people around him turned over, and the heartbreaking roar almost stopped Zheng Lianping's heart. He tried to put his body close to the horse's back, and tried to beat the horse's thigh with the back of the knife in his hand. A little faster, faster. In any case, he didn't want to die aggrievedly before he had no way to cause casualties to the enemy.
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"A little faster, you can have another shot!" Brother Li Pao opened a filler, loaded the gunpowder at a faster speed, and then stuffed a hammer into the barrel.
The sound of cannons came one after another, and the hammer bullets still relied on their way of flying like grasshoppers on a rope to arbitrarily harvest all the fresh life that could be harvested on their way forward, whether it was people or horses. Wherever they go, they will not leave a complete human body or a running horse.
Those war horses and pirates who have not yet died can only struggle and hiss on the ground in despair, or lose their lives by the flying iron hooves of the running horse galloping behind them. Fortunately, they can only watch the blood in their bodies step by step and wait for the arrival of death.
Only two cannons, no matter how fast and proficient Brother Li Cannon's movements are, they can only quickly radiate two cannons. The shells projected by the eight 18-pound naval guns in the center of the position could not cause a devastating blow by the three hundred iron horses. However, their horrible killing also disrupted the cavalry's charge. Rhythm and line.
After three hundred rounds of artillery, there were still nearly two-thirds left. They tried to calm down the horses on their bodies and continued to run forward, less than 300 meters ahead, where there was a shooting line composed of 400 Liang pirates.
At this moment, they are all wearing a kind of dark helmet, like a small iron pot, which looks more and more stupid than one. However, after Master Liang's death order and the ability to protect their heads with this kind of thing on Crab King Island, these soldiers, whether willing or not, put on This kind of iron helmet, which they nicknamed the pot helmet.
Bai Shusheng also wore such a thing on his head. At this moment, he stared at the horse team galloping in front of him without blinking. He tried to widen his eyes, paying attention to the gradually shortening distance between the two sides, and roared loudly: "Hold the gun, aim, prepare! ...Play!"
A hundred flat-held foreper rifles spewed out a dense stream of white smoke, and at the same time, the sound of pulling the trigger was dull and strong. Those cavalry who had rushed forward and seemed to have seen the hope of victory suddenly bowed back, the sword in their hands was out of the control of their fingers, and a terrible blood hole appeared in their chest.
Before those cavalrymen who were not hit by bullets could celebrate their good luck, there was another dense gunshot. A row of bullets roared over and plunged into everything that hindered them.
The first row of Liang pirates has run to the last row. They are cleaning up the chamber of the gun quickly and skillfully. They took out the paper medicine bag from the ammunition bag, bit one end, poured the inlet on the firing hammer, and then stood up the gun, bit the other end, and poured the gunpowder and bullet into the gun... The gunfire seemed to be endless. The white smoke formed by the gunpowder even shrouded the rushing cavalry in the fog like a thick fog. Some cavalrymen didn't know whether they had lost their sense of direction or pulled out their horse's head because of their inner fear and tried to rush in other directions, but they were hit hard by the cavalry who broke into the smoke behind them and fell to the ground together.
Short, all this happened in a very short time. Zheng Lianping had rushed out of the smoke, and a row of guns shot at this time. He felt that his abdomen was shocked and a stream of heat gushed out of his body.
He ignored that such injuries had been used to such injuries for more than 30 years. He only needed to get close to the distance where he could cut off people's heads with a knife. However, these damn platoons seemed to never stop. The war horses on his body only rushed out a few steps, and another row of shots came, and he felt that the running horse on his body. With a setback, followed by a cry of grief, he was thrown away, and his heavy body was thrown forward more than ten steps away.
The impact on the ground made him spew out a mouthful of blood that had been swallowed in his throat for a long time. His left hand had been twisted and deformed, and there was a blood hole in his thighs and abdomen. However, he was so strong-willed that he did not faint. When he shook his head and raised his face, he saw one of his companions, a lift. With a war knife, the cavalry roaring and twisting faces just rushed not far in front of him.
Seeing this scene, a glimmer of hope rose in Zheng Lianping's heart. Unfortunately, it was only for a moment, and then the cavalryman's face seemed to have a red dot. His head suddenly leaned back, and a stream of red and white slurry came out to the rear, and the cavalry's body fell directly and was directly softened by the madness. After the running horse dragged forward for a few steps, the people and horses were beaten into a honeycomb by those vicious platoons.
"Ring up! Kill them all!" Zheng Lianping was about to break his liver. He didn't know where his strength came from. He stood up with the sword in his hand and rushed to the pirates of the Liang family close in front of him, roaring, as if summoning his companions who had not yet fallen into hell to fight to the death.
Just more than 20 steps in front of him, Bai Shusheng raised the short fire in his hand and slowly aimed at the face of the old pirate who was as strong as a bull and had a strong vitality.
"Wooh!" After a dull and monotonous sound, Zheng Lianping's head was raised high, and the sword in his hand unconsciously waved a few times to the sky. Then, it fell to the ground like a heavy sack. There was no movement. His right eye had turned into a deep blood hole, and his left eye was flying fast. Blinking, blinking, gradually, between half-closed and half-closed, no longer moving.
In the thick smoke, there are still the sound of horses' hoofs, and there are still desperate and helpless roars of people. However, the Liang pirates have stopped shooting. They gasped. They have been smoked into three-faced by the gunpowder, but they can't hide their cheerfulness. The corpses of the people and horses in the ground are still moored with blood. The fishy smell seems to prove their achievements.
Four hundred musketeers, no one was killed in the battle, and only three unlucky people just left their feet when they moved backwards after shooting. Such a fool's injury made Liang Pengfei really unable to laugh or cry.
Each of them fired three shots and 1,200 projectiles. Although they only harvested 200 lives, don't forget that the other party was a cavalry. Even in the era of firearms, it still occupied an important position.
If it hadn't been for more than half a year, the heinously harsh shooting training mode had made them integrate their movements into their instincts. Even in the face of the running horse, they would not panic and hesitate. If they shot calmly, it is likely that they would not only hurt three unlucky people.
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Perhaps it was because the gunpowder smoke on the flank blocked the sight of the Zheng pirates who hit the front. Perhaps, they were the dead who had put their lives out of their lives. The fierce battle on the flanks did not affect their rapid footsteps. Although it was a little far away, they began to charge from two miles away, and even some people were After running for more than a mile, they simply stood still and gasped, but most of them rushed to the front of the position. However, at this moment, they were greeted by the 18-pounder cannon, which had recalibrated the direction of shooting, and the 32-pound heavy cannon, which was also equipped with stray bullets, overflowing warm greetings.
Once the filled shotgun of the 32-pound cannon is ejected, it is enough to cover more than 200 meters ahead, with a width of at least 30 steps. That is to say, each cannon is enough to turn an area close to the size of a football field into a thorny hell.
And those 18-pound cannons broke out again, and before the battle, the musket team led by the white scholar who had been transferred back to the position still maintained a light and bright shooting rhythm. The gunfire and platoon were like piano and guitar playing a strange and harmonious death song.
The pipe flames and small iron balls spewed out by the heavy cannon made the pirates of the Zheng family taste the taste of the steel storm. Those life-threatening shotguns and musket lead bullets did not need to aim at the task at all. They could easily hit these pirates of the Zheng family who were exhausted after running nearly two miles. On top, they created blood eyes and deep holes on their bodies, flying blood, the roar of bullets, the roar of artillery, and the screams on the verge of death, just like a magnificent symphony.
This kind of fierce gun on the face instantly confused these poor insects, and some people even quickly lay on the ground, trying to escape the crazy rain of bullets in this way.
The footsteps of the pirates who were lagging behind in the rear changed from running to jogging, and then still, and now they have begun to flee in a hurry.
Because they desperately found that their side was easily cut in two pieces by those sharp gum-like guns, and their companions were regarded as weeds.
Zheng Wenxian stood on the castle. His face was so bad that he could not be worse, and his hands holding guns and swords were also trembling. In the front, the battlefield covered by artillery fire and smoke had made them understand that the pirates of the Liang family opposite were definitely not a mob, let alone anything. An easy opponent to solve.
Now, the only thing they rely on is the ten-meter-thick tower and city wall, as well as more than 50 guns above. Cheer up. Just two heavy guns. Let them bombard them. I don't believe it. How long can they bomb? Don't forget that our castle is more than ten steps thick. My father will soon receive the news from here. At that time, we can annihilate these bastards who want to copy our red flag's nest in one fell swoop!" Zheng Wenxian raised a short fire, and his roar looked so pale, but at least it made these people see hope again.
However, what they didn't see was that there were a few more hands on the high cliff on the right side of their castle. Soon, a few heads appeared. It was Wu Qianjin who finally came up after they used their energy to eat milk into the bridal chamber!
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(to be continued)