When the Ming army general Huang Shaoming, who was in charge of commanding the mercenaries in the Netherlands, saw that the British army was running and the drum sounds were getting louder and louder, he decisively ordered in advance: "Fire!"

then.

The Dutland mercenaries standing in front suddenly squatted down and began to aim at the first row of British soldiers.

The Netherlands mercenaries behind him stood there and fired.

The last mercenary was standing low and even ready to rush forward to shoot at any time.

Bang!

With the first sound.

There were constant gunfires behind.

Many English soldiers died on the ground because of this.

Even the British soldiers running in the first row fell down half, like wheat waves being overturned by the strong wind.

The British soldiers behind were stunned!

Although they are well-trained troops and have a high degree of organization, they are still shocked when they see so many soldiers in the front row fall to the ground, and then an instinctive sense of fear appears in their hearts.

Among the three-person mercenaries in the Ming Dynasty, the only soldier who did not shoot in the first round of shooting and was holding his body down immediately ran to the side after the two soldiers in the same group of soldiers in front fired, and looked up and shot at a British soldier.

The reason I ran to the side was naturally because smokeless gunpowder had not been realized yet.

After the soldier fired, two Dutch soldiers from his group also followed and pulled the bolt up, becoming the second and third picks.

The whole process is completed in a blink of an eye, forming a very thorough cooperation.

Under such circumstances, gunfire continued, and British soldiers fell to the ground.

British soldiers could not maintain a dense formation when they could keep shooting continuously, and their shooting accuracy was very high and their range was far higher than themselves. When the British soldiers at the forefront saw a large number of comrades around them being shot dead, they could no longer bear the threat of death psychologically when they were alone at the guns. They lost their courage and instinctively fled back, and some even threw down their flintlock rifles.

This also caused the British soldiers behind them to flee.

Seeing this, Huang Shaoguan decisively ordered: "Blow the charge!"

Doudou!

Doudou!

As the charge rang, the Netherlands mercenaries on the Ming army immediately continued to rush forward in groups of three.

The reason why it is still a group of three is naturally convenient for each other to protect each other during the charge.

However, the training of the Netherlands mercenaries in this area is still lacking, so the 33 formation is not maintained well enough, and sometimes in order to maintain this formation, their charge speed is limited, which is much worse than that of their ancestor Mingjun.

This made the main force of the Ming army behind him directly surpass them when he heard the charge and rushed forward, and he also fought against the fleeing British army first.

Medena saw the Ming soldier He Lian rushed forward with his own eyes, and then two people followed like a gust of wind!

And they shot very quickly, and they all attacked as fast as a cobra.

In the blink of an eye, Medena discovered that the Ming army soldier He Lian and his comrades-in-arms had killed the British soldiers who were anchored by themselves, and could also provide cover for the other party while advancing rapidly, killing the British officers and soldiers who had the courage to take the opportunity to sneak attack their comrades-in-arms.

Lonshall also saw this scene, and therefore, his hands holding the telescope were trembling: "It's so terrible! The Dutch people in front of him are already terrifying enough, and these Oriental people are even more terrifying than them! We are at least a hundred years behind them! They are simply unbeatable devils! I can't think of how to deal with such a tactic! Retreat, retreat, retreat quickly!"

Lonshale hurriedly turned his horse's head, not caring about his officers and soldiers.

But at this time, Ronshale suddenly felt that someone had hit his back.

Not long after, Roncharle felt a sharp pain in his back, and then he fell from his horse with weakness.

The Ming soldiers not far from him had taken back the rifle that had just fired at Lonshall and rushed forward with their comrades.

Another British naval commander, Kroger, was also pulled back and was stabbed to death by the Ming army rushing over, and then fell to the ground unwillingly.

After seeing the British army's fall from the horse, the morale of the troops was even more disintegrating, no longer had any will to resist, and ran around in even more chaotic ways.

The Netherlands mercenaries burst out with strong combat power, and began to chase these British troops regardless of their formation.

Some Dutch mercenaries even chased hundreds of British troops alone.

At this time, these Dutch mercenaries all showed great courage, and even seemed to be even more brave than the Ming army.

At this time, Medna was chasing dozens of British troops, and he was chasing them so that they knelt on the ground and begged for mercy because they could not run. They were stabbed to death one by one by one. Only then did he end the pursuit and collapse to the ground.

However, after slumping to the ground, Meadner realized how crazy he was just now, and couldn't help but open his mouth.

Kingslin Port City was successfully captured by the Ming Dynasty.

Zhang Mingzhen, the general of the Ming Dynasty who was responsible for commanding all landing soldiers and finally arrived in the northern suburbs of London, also got ashore and entered Kingslin City in a steam chariot.

The rest of the Ming army had already entered the city.

After entering the city, Medna saw He Lian, the main soldier of the Ming army leaning against a stone staircase. He quickly changed the fierce aura of killing gods, and piled up a flattering smile, ran towards He Lian happily, then knelt in front of He Lian on one knee, took the initiative to take out a cigarette made from his pocket, and asked He Lian with a match made in his mouth, and asked in Chinese in a stuck manner: "Master, will you come?"

He Lian glanced at Medna, and saw that his white face was covered with blood and looked quite ferocious, but his blue eyes were full of charm. The cigarette in his hand was also his favorite brand, so he nodded with a smile.

As if she was favored, Medna hurriedly lit a cigarette for He Lian and said, "Just just now, I saw you and other heavenly soldiers charging forward. She was so fast, her marksmanship was accurate, and her reaction was so agile. I admire her so much! I just don't know how you did such a great thing, as if your eyes were on your comrades-in-arms, and you knew when your comrades-in-arms needed support at any time."

He Lian smiled and spitted smoke and said, "If you fight too many battles, you will get used to it!"
Chapter completed!