"Haha, is this the so-called 'Spanish Phalanx' or 'Trinity Regiment'? It doesn't look good at all. Who of you is going to clean them up?"

On board the Zhenhai, Wang Bing couldn't help but shake his head with disdain as he looked at the Spanish military formation in the port, which was outside the range of Ming naval gunfire and had already been prepared.

Speaking of which, although this so-called 'Spanish Grand Phalanx' was boasted by some guys with degenerated knees in the original historical time and space, in Wang Bing's view, its principle is just to use long gunmen to cover musketeers.

It is just a military formation in which weapons cooperate with each other.

Although this kind of military formation is acceptable in the land of Xiyi, it is far different and extremely crude compared to the Yuanyang formation of the Qi family army, which also uses hot and cold weapons to cooperate with each other.

It can be said that even if this so-called 'Spanish Grand Phalanx' faced the 'original' Mandarin Duck Formation of the Qi Family Army before the military reform, it would only be defeated. If it faced the current military reform after

Not to mention the Qi Jiajun or other Ming armies with upgraded equipment.

There is no way, why is this so-called 'Spanish Grand Square' formation not mobile and flexible enough, and it is too dense!

You know, whether it is the Qi Jiajun or other Ming armies, after the military reform, although the fusillade rifled muskets have not been fully equipped like Yulinwei and Shenjiying due to production capacity reasons, light artillery such as the Tiger Crouching Cannon

, but they are all heavily equipped.

Therefore, the dense formation of the so-called 'Spanish Grand Square' was nothing more than a living target for the squatting cannon in front of the Ming army!

"Third brother, our Shenji Battalion has just finished changing its equipment, and its firepower is not inferior to that of the Yulin Guards. How about we take on this battle? I promise..."

Upon hearing Wang Bing's inquiry, Qi Zhenzong, the commander of the Shenji Battalion, immediately stood up and looked at Wang Bing expectantly.

"Tsk, tsk, they say that a married daughter throws water away. This is absolutely true! After all, Lao Qi, you were also 'married' by our Yulinwei, and now you don't think about your mother's family at all.

'...When did our Yulin Guards fail in this first battle?"

Glancing at Qi Zhenzong, before he could finish his words, Zhang Weixian and others who had stayed in the Yulin Guard had given up and immediately stood up to fight him for this 'first battle to enter Europe'.

"Uncle, dear uncles, the Crown Prince's Guards need to be trained in actual combat. Why don't we let our Crown Prince Guards fight this first battle? Otherwise..."

Well, let alone the Shenji Camp, even Wang Hui lowered his posture in the end, bowed his hands and started snatching away from a bunch of ‘seniors’.

"Get out of here, little brats. When will it be your turn? If you want to take the lead, wait until we can't walk anymore! Besides, there are just a few hundred of you..."

Seeing that a group of 'little brats' actually dared to come and 'steal' for credit from themselves, Qi Panzong, Zhang Weixian and others, who had been fighting over each other just now, immediately fired their guns at the outside and immediately dismissed Wang Hui as the 'young marshal'

It was blown aside.

"Father, when you, the Yulin Guards, first fought, weren't you about the same age as us..."

Wang Hui, who was pushed aside, could only turn to his father for help in the end.

"Okay, okay, there are only six or seven thousand Xiyi ghosts. What's there to fight for? You all go and do some activities. The Yulin Guards and the Shenji Battalion each sent out two thousand-man teams, and the Prince Guards also went to fight.

, Lao Zhang, you will be in charge!"

Looking at Wang Hui's expectant eyes, Wang Bing finally mixed up the mud, and it was like "the rain and the dew were both wetted".

"The last general takes command!"

"Brothers, get ready to harvest the crops, hahahaha..."

…

"Third brother, you are really willing to give up. Why did you send out all these young men?"

Seeing the members of the Prince's Guard led by Wang Hui heading to the shore with excitement on their faces, Li Chengming couldn't help but look at Wang Bing with concern.

"Why, now that you have become a hereditary prince, you are timid and reluctant to let go? When we first went on the expedition, we were about the same age as them, right?"

Seeing Li Chengming's worried eyes, Wang Bing couldn't help but tease Li Chengming with a teasing expression.

"How can this be the same? What we dealt with at the beginning was just Tatars armed with scimitars, bows and arrows. These Western Yi ghosts also have fire blunderbuss..."

After observing the Spaniards with the telescope again, Li Chengming expressed what he was worried about.

"Haha, don't worry! Although these Xiyi ghosts are also equipped with fire blunderbuss, they are just matchlock blunderbuss. The flintlock rifled blunderbuss in our hands has a much longer range than theirs. And you didn't notice it.

, their musketeers only account for about half..."

Speaking of which, when it comes to the equipment rate of fire blunderbuss, before Wang Bing, the "shit-stirring stick", appeared, these Western Yi ghosts were much higher than the Ming Dynasty.

Thinking about it, even the Qi family army, which was equipped with the largest number of firearms, did not have more than half of the gun equipment, which was far lower than that of the Xiyi Fangui at the same time.

But for the same reason that the Ming Dynasty cannot popularize flintlock rifled muskets in the entire army, and because of the constraints of production, technology and financial resources, the current Xiyi Fangui, except for a small number of troops, are all cold and hot.

Weapons are coordinated with each other, and there are very few armies equipped with all firearms.

And unlike the Ming Dynasty, which had already phased out matchlock muskets, since these Westerners used wheeled flintlock guns with lower reliability, they were mainly equipped with matchlock muskets.

In addition, the propellant used was also black powder, and the shooting distance of its muskets was far lower than that of the Ming army.

Therefore, facing the Spanish army, which was significantly lower than the Ming army in terms of quantity and quality of firecrackers, Wang Bing was naturally very relieved. After all, every inch is stronger!

…

"The entire army is in a three-stage attack formation. The firing range is two hundred steps!"

While Wang Bing was still discussing the disadvantages of the Spanish army with Li Chengming, Zhang Weixian and the others had successfully completed the landing, arranged their formation, and began to slowly press towards the Spanish army on the opposite side.

Compared with the Spanish's large square formation, the Ming army's formation was much simpler, just a simple horizontal three-row skirmish line.

"Haha, it seems that these Xiyi ghosts will wait until our people are out of the shooting distance of the naval gun before they move!"

Looking at the motionless Spanish sergeants on the Zhenhai, Deng Zilong, the deputy admiral of the Royal Navy, couldn't help but pat the breech gun in front of him with a proud look on his face.

There was no way, the Spaniards were very aware of the weaknesses of their 'grand phalanx'. So in order to avoid being bombarded by the Ming army's naval guns, they could only temporarily stand still and wait for the Ming army to escape the fire support range of the naval guns.

.

However, what they didn't know was that even without the fire support of naval guns, these Ming troops who landed themselves still carried artillery, and they were the most important front-line firepower supplementary artillery.

There is no way, how could Zhang Weixian, who was an "artilleryman", forget his "starting" capital? What's more, due to Wang Bing's "infection", the Ming army has already generally suffered from "synthetic phobia of insufficient firepower".

Therefore, despite the fact that Wang Bing sent 4,500 troops to land, the number of tiger crouching cannons among them was a terrifying 500.

Think about the scene of five hundred tiger squatting cannons blasting barrage after barrage at the densely arranged "Spanish Grand Formation", tsk tsk...

"The whole army stops, the tiger crouching cannon is ready!"

Soon, when he discovered that the Spanish military formation on the opposite side also started to move, Zhang Weixian knew without looking that he was out of the range of naval gun fire support.

"Hiss! A fusilier-style all-muscle battalion? Send an order to the entire army to speed up the charge and reduce the firing range to sixty steps!"

Just when Zhang Weixian ordered the Tiger Crouching Artillery to prepare for firing, the commander-in-chief of the Spanish army on the opposite side, the Chief Sheriff of Seville, Juan, after discovering that the Ming army on the opposite side was equipped with flintlock full muskets, he immediately tolerated it.

I couldn't help but take a long breath of cold air.

There is no way, compared with the matchlock gun, the shooting speed of this flintlock musket is much faster.

You know, every second counts on the battlefield. Even if only one of the several rounds of fire is fired, it is likely to determine the outcome of a battlefield!

Therefore, seeing that he could not beat his opponent in terms of firing speed, Juan simply shortened the firing distance from one hundred Spanish steps to sixty steps, which is equivalent to about thirty steps of the Ming Dynasty, hoping to exchange for a higher speed.

’s starting hit rate.

But what he didn't know was that the Ming army's fire blunderbuss not only had a flintlock ignition method that was faster and more reliable than matchlock blunderbuss, but even its barrel was a rifled tube that was more advanced than a smooth bore. What's more, the Ming army used

Or is it a quick and easy way to load paper shells?

Therefore, his plan to sacrifice distance in exchange for hit rate can only be said to be a waste of effort.

"Four hundred steps, fire!"

Just when the Spanish army was rapidly pressing towards the Ming army in a dense square formation, following Zhang Weixian's order, there were still more than 400 steps between the two sides, which was equivalent to a distance of about 800 steps in Spain.

In the army's military formation, the five hundred Tiger Crouching Cannons that had been loaded began to roar in the same three-stage attack.

"The cavalry speeds up and charges forward!"

At the same time as the Ming army's squatting cannons were speaking, under Juan's order, more than a thousand cavalry on tall horses in front of the Spanish 'grand square' once again accelerated their charge.

However, no matter how fast a charging horse on four legs is, can it be faster than the speed of projectiles?

Just when the Spaniards' horses were just speeding up, a barrage of dense projectiles was already rushing towards them.

"Puff puff puff puff..."

"Herodus..."

"Ah~"

Facing the barrage ejected from the Crouching Tiger Cannon, the proud plate armor of the Xiyi Fangui was now like paper. It did not play any protective role and was pierced by the dense projectiles.

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Then, as strings of blood shot out, a shrill neighing and wailing sound of war horses suddenly sounded on the battlefield filled with the smell of gunpowder smoke.

Just kidding, if you really want to fight against the projectiles fired by firearms, the best solution is the cotton armor equipped by the Ming army.

However, how can this concept of 'conquering strength with softness' be understood by these Western Yi ghosts who only know how to 'contact head-on'?

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