"Hold up your gun and aim! Stand by!"

On Maoer Mountain near Yantai, Ma Xiaosan led a team of more than 30 people and was ordered to suppress the bandits. A few miles behind them, Zhu Zilong rode on Xiaobai with a modern telescope in his hand. Several maids from behind fanned him, holding fruits, and watched the battle in the style of an old man.

"Kill the officers and soldiers!"

There were more than a hundred bandits entrenched on Maoer Mountain. From a distance, only about one-third of the officers and soldiers who came to attack were not even interested in running.

The bandits rushed down the mountain in a noisy manner. The leader was a tall bald bandit with a thick-backed machete in his hand, and he was the only one riding a horse. He shouted loudly: "Brothers, kill those officials and seize their weapons, so that they can know how powerful we Maoershan heroes are..."

Their number is three or four times that of the officers and soldiers, and they are on the territory they are familiar with, and they have certain advantages in the condescending situation. In addition, they have all seen blood and have several lives in their hands. How could they take Ma Xiaosan's team seriously?

"The Ming army is all shoddy soldiers, don't be afraid, they will disperse as soon as they rush... Everyone is quick to deal with them at once." The bald bandit leader shouted loudly.

In his memory, he had led his brothers to attack the formation of hundreds of Ming army (a thousand households nearby). Many times, the Ming army soldiers were dispersed before they rushed to the front. Even if some generals led the lead and brought some powerful servants, they could not save their fate.

This time, the number of officers and soldiers is smaller than that of my own, so I can still win it?

Not only the bandit leader thinks so, but the more than a hundred bandits around him think so. Thinking of this, the bandits are even more confident. They are brave and brave. I think these officers and soldiers are not their opponents!

Why fear!

On the mountainside, Ma Xiaosan sneered.

Among the more than 30 regiments next to them, there were a few who had never seen blood before. They were obviously a little panicked, and one of them subconsciously wanted to escape. However, the overall military formation was good, and the last bit of cowardice in everyone's heart also disappeared in front of the tightening of their companions and the confidence of the captain Ma Xiaosan!

As Ma Xiaosan shouted loudly, the retreating person would be killed, and his family would be implicated. Everyone was ashamed, holding weapons in their hands to prepare for battle.

Not long after!

Seeing the bandits approaching within seventy steps, Ma Xiaosan shouted: "Open the fire!"

Bang, bang, bang, bang...!

The smoke of gunpowder spread everywhere in the team, with a silence rate of 15%, which is normal. Moreover, several people even issued secret orders, but the first shot was not fired. So only more than twenty shots were fired, and the lead bullets were fired at the bandits with the trajectory of fireworks.

"ah!"

A scream came, and immediately more than a dozen of the bandits rushing over were shot to the ground.

More than twenty shots hit nearly a dozen people, with a shooting rate of only 65%. Zhu Zilong nodded behind and thought, it was OK.

Of course, this has to do with most of the bandits not having armor pierced, and they only have the leader and have horses. Other bandits run through with their feet, and as long as they hit, they will be half dead.

The first time the gunshots were fired, more than a dozen of them fell, which made some bandits feel fear and hesitant.

Immediately, the bald bandit encouraged with a strong voice: "Brothers, don't be afraid. Bounce over and increase your efforts and you can immediately rush to the front of the official army. I know the bird gun. It takes a long time to fire one shot, and it will explode after a few more shots."

This bandit leader, Comrade Qiang, seems to be quite sensible.

Zhu Zilong cracked his mouth behind him. His hearing was abnormal. He could hear the bandit leader's voice a few miles away. He thought to himself that you are still an expert?

But this time, you, an expert, will definitely miscalculate. The gunpowder guns in other Ming army units do only need to fire one shot per minute on average, and the shooting distance is not far. After firing a few more shots, there will even be a 30% chance of blowing up the chamber, which is difficult to make people feel scared!

However, my products are not those defective products, and they are far more than those of the melee guns.

According to the old idea, you are so rushing over without armor or horses, and you are just over a hundred people, which is really not enough to see.

"Bang, bang, bang!"

The next second, the scene happened as Zhu Zilong expected.

Under the strong supervision of Ma Xiaosan, more than 30 regiment training soldiers were orderly and had completed the second reload in a sloppy manner.

Although the qualities and abilities of these thirty regiments in training are not as good as those of Zhu Zilong's Salt Han Personal Corps, the 200 men are also qualified musketeers.

After only twenty or thirty seconds, they completed the second loading, and then raised their guns to aim. Oh, there should be no need to aim.

At this time, the bandits running down were already at forty steps (about 50 meters). With a little aim, they could easily hit it.

This time the fire silence rate is even smaller, less than 10%.

The fire was successfully fired for about 30 shots, with a direct hit rate of about 85%.

On the spot, about 30 bandits in the bandit group about 50 meters screamed and rolled to the ground, just as the bandits rushing in front were blurred (smacked directly in the face), and many people rolled on the ground with their heads and faces covered and shouted shrillly.

There are about eighty remaining bandits. The unexpected attack in the second round will make them terrified.

However, when they saw that they were about to rush to the Ming army, the remaining eighty bandits rushed over with red eyes, holding their weapons, and shouting.

"Kill, they have no chance to shoot, kill them all and avenge their brothers." The bald leader of the bandit shouted on the horse.

The Ma Xiaosan opposite laughed and thought to himself, you bandit leader, TM's horse rushing over, with such a big target, never being shot. Do you really think that he is good at skill and has strong luck?

If I hadn't ordered me not to hit you first, and I would have to hit your subordinates first, so that the bandits would be without leaders from the beginning and would run away in scattered places. Can you survive until now?

At this moment, more than 80 bandits who were rushing towards him were less than thirty meters away from Ma Xiaosan and others.

Some bandits' arrows began to shoot one after another, and Ma Xiaosan shouted: "Listen to my order, put down the musket, pick up the strong man, fire continuously, and fire freely!"

The next second, the arrows that were brushing were rushing towards the group of more than 80 bandits like rain.

Puff, puff, puff, puff, puff, puff, puff, puff sound kept ringing.

The strange sound of arrows entering the flesh makes people feel frightened. The bandits fell to the ground like wheat harvested in autumn, with their faces full of pain.

The No. 80 bandits fell by more than fifty, just like the bald strong bandit leader, they immediately became the key target of attack.

At the same time, more than a dozen arrows were stabbed, almost becoming a hedgehog, and of course, the poor horse under his butt.

The 20-shot modern Xiaoqiang is fired by more than 30 people, which is 600-700 arrows. The effective and accurate distance is exactly 40-50 meters, which is not as good as a professional archer, but the focus is on the large quantity and the ability to produce qualitative changes.

Seeing that 80% of the brothers next to him were dead, the twenty or so crippled bandits were immediately disheartened and turned around and ran back desperately!

In ancient times, wars often ended in defeat. If an army's casualty rate reaches 20-30%, it would be an elite army. If the casualty rate reaches 30-40%, it would definitely be considered an elite iron army!

If the bandits on Maoer Mountain had fired forty or fifty people, they would definitely run away early, and it would not be easy to complete the target of complete destruction.

And the second time, 30 of them were killed at close range. If their leader hadn't died, they would have rushed to the front of the officers and soldiers. In normal times, these bandits would have scattered and ran away.

Of course, the point is that at the beginning, Zhu Zilong asked himself to fight more with less, which made the bandits feel confident, which was also a major foreshadowing.

Now, this continuous plan has played a huge role.

Zhu Zilong first ordered the team to show weakness with fewer people, Ma Xiaosan again showed the distance control and the number of shots. After that, he kept the bandit leader and finally killed him. After a three-step turn, he finally made a magical turn. At thirty or forty meters, everyone suddenly took out a suppressed continuous force, and destroyed the bandits with a speed of lightning!

Well, what?

You said there are twenty bandits?

There is no such thing as: I didn’t see Ma Xiaosan and the others cleaning the battlefield over there. Haha, I ran within thirty meters and ran back again!

With one pair of feet, you want to run beyond the range of the musket?

How is this possible!

So, at this moment, the remaining last twenty bandits were solved perfectly after the third time Ma Xiaosan team loaded.

At this point, more than 100 killing bandits in Maoer Mountain were wiped out in five minutes and thirty seconds.

"It's a pity for that horse!" A few miles away from behind, Zhu Zilong took the grapes sent by the maid with his mouth, and said to himself.
Chapter completed!