"Hey, I'm just a master! Thousands of cavalrymen want to charge in front of me. They don't take us seriously!"

Seeing the Spanish cavalry falling like wheat in the dock square amidst the roar of the squatting cannon, Zhang Weixian, a British duke who had just attacked the lord just two years ago, couldn't help but have a look of disdain on his face.

There was no way around it. Although the horses of these Westerners looked much taller and more majestic than the horses of the Tatar cavalry, they were too few in number after all.

You know, the Yulin Guards made their fortune by fighting the Tatar cavalry. They are used to seeing the Tatars' large-scale cavalry charges involving thousands or tens of thousands, but now the Spanish cavalry charge with only a few thousand people is really hard.

It cannot arouse any psychological fluctuations in Habayashi Wei.

"Brothers, quickly clean up these meat horses for me, they are disturbing people!"

Finally, after glancing at the Spanish cavalry who were still trying to charge, Zhang Weixian couldn't help but wave his hand with a look of 'disgust'.

"Zhang Weixian, you loser, these are all my war horses!"

Just when Zhang Weixian ordered the cleaning of those Spanish 'meat horses', on the Zhenhai, the 'big steward' Li Chengming couldn't help but jump in pain.

No way, these tall European horses look much better than the relatively short and stocky Tatar war horses.

Therefore, Li Chengming, who had already regarded these horses as his trophies as soon as the opponent's cavalry appeared, could not tolerate Zhang Weixian's 'wasteful' behavior.

"Haha, I said Cheng Ming, isn't it just a few war horses? When the battle is over, how many good horses do you want?"

Seeing the pained look on Li Chengming's face, Wang Bing shook his head in an unusual manner.

Speaking of which, although these tall European horses seem to sell better than Tatar war horses, in Wang Bing's opinion, as a large-scale military horse, it is obvious that Tatar war horses are better.

After all, in addition to being stronger than the Tatar war horses in short-distance sprinting, these tall horses are far worse than the Tatar war horses in terms of endurance and feeding costs.

For the Ming army, whose proportion of firearms and equipment was getting heavier and heavier, war horses were just a means of transportation, but they did not need to rely on their explosive power to engage in hand-to-hand combat.

Therefore, Wang Bing, who has always loved horses, was not as concerned about the death of these horses as Li Chengming was.

Of course, it is still very appropriate to get some good horses and use them as horses for private use. After all, they look good!

…

"Speed ​​up, use the cavalry as cover, and speed up the charge!"

Just when Li Chengming was still in pain for his 'own' war horse, seeing that using the speed and mobility of the cavalry to increase the lethality of muskets was not working, Juan, as the commander, simply made a move and directly killed these beings.

The cavalry stopped by the Tiger Crouching Cannon were used as human shields.

Therefore, for a while, although the Spanish cavalry suffered heavy losses, but taking this opportunity, their infantry phalanx rushed forward several hundred steps, reaching the maximum effectiveness of the Ming army's fusillade rifled muskets.

range.

"Beep beep beep beep..."

As soon as the Spanish phalanx entered the distance of about 400 steps, which was the distance of 200 steps of the Ming Dynasty, bursts of rapid wooden whistles sounded in the Ming army's formation.

"Three sections of attack, three rounds of rapid fire, fire!"

After the whistle blew, Zhang Weixian, who was the commander-in-chief of this battle, waved his arm fiercely again.

"Bah, bah, bah..."

"Boom boom boom boom..."

The moment his arm was waved down, accompanied by the crisp sound of gunfire and the dull roar of artillery, a wall of barrage fire that was denser than before suddenly appeared in front of the oncoming Spanish square formation.

And pounced on him fiercely.

"Ding ding ding ding..."

"Puff puff puff puff!"

Just like the Spanish cavalry who had died in battle before, under the fierce firepower of the Ming army, these Spanish infantrymen who were charging in neat rows were like wheat, falling down in unison again. And as their

Opponent, so far, the Ming army is still in a state of zero casualties.

There is no way, this is an unequal war caused by the technological gap. At this distance, whether it is the Ming army's flintlock rifled mates or tiger crouching cannons, they can be used leisurely. And the Spaniards, let alone theirs

The spearmen, their musketeers, have not yet reached the maximum shooting range at this moment!

Therefore, facing the Ming army's attack, they had no other choice but to resist forcefully.

"Oh God, what bastard is it that the Chinese army has backward equipment and low combat effectiveness..."

Seeing the large phalanx advancing bit by bit under the ferocious and precise firepower of the Ming army at the expense of human lives, Juan, as the commander, couldn't help but roar in his heart.

"Focus on attacking their gunmen, don't let them get within 150 steps!"

Just as the Spaniards were struggling to advance, Zhang Weixian, the commander-in-chief of the Ming Army, once again issued an order to stop the enemy 150 steps away.

"Uncle Zhang, why don't you move them closer? We still have useless grenades, hehe!"

After hearing Zhang Weixian's order to stop the enemy at 150 steps, Wang Hui, who was in the center position, skillfully loaded the gun in his hand and asked Zhang Weixian without raising his head.

"You kid, don't always think about getting addicted to your skills. These Xiyi ghosts are not those Tatars who only have scimitars, bows and arrows. Put them so close... Even if you are not hurt by their muskets, you will still be hurt if you go back."

I have to skin you!"

As Wang Hui said, if the enemy is brought closer, under the triple firepower of squatting cannon, firecrackers, and grenades, the Spaniards' casualties will definitely be faster and greater. But correspondingly, the Ming army's casualties and battle losses will definitely be

It will also increase in the same way.

Therefore, knowing that Wang Bing, the coach, was most concerned about the casualties of his soldiers, Zhang Weixian certainly could not make such a low-level mistake.

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"Mr. Colonel, the Ming people's firepower is too fierce! If we don't fire and still insist on charging to sixty steps before shooting, I'm afraid we will have no chance to fire again..."

"In addition, our formation is too dense. We need to spread out and work in small groups..."

Just as Zhang Weixian ordered to block the enemy at a distance of 150 steps, behind the Spanish square, Antonio, as the deputy commander, was anxiously requesting Commander Juan to change the battle plan.

There was no way, the Ming army's shooting speed and the range of the muskets were far beyond the Spaniards' estimates. If the battle plan was not changed, under the strong firepower of the Ming army, it would be no different from death.

"I will do as you say, disband the formation, and use each squadron to organize an assault under the cover of sword and shield hand..."

Seeing that the casualties of the densely packed large phalanx were too great, Juan no longer cared about the first hit rate at this time, he just wanted to end this situation of being beaten without being able to fight back as soon as possible.

"Haha, you think you are a Tatar skirmisher! You want to break through my defense line with your two-legged skirmish charge? Send the order, except for the artillery, the other units will use the general flag as a unit to fire freely!"

As the saying goes, when soldiers come, they will be blocked, and when water comes, the earth will come! Looking at the Spanish square formation on the opposite side that suddenly fell into pieces, Zhang Weixian couldn't help but sneered, and then issued a new combat order.

The Ming army had ten people per small flag, and five small flags constituted one general flag. A combat unit of fifty people could not only maintain a relatively strong firepower output, but also ensure flexibility, but it was more powerful than the Spanish's twenty-five people.

A team of thirty people is much more powerful.

Therefore, when the Spaniards broke into pieces and changed from a large square formation to a small team charge, they found that except that the Ming army's musketry was not as orderly as before, their casualty rate did not seem to have any big improvement.

The soldiers were still falling down one after another.

Of course, because the order to fire after sixty steps was lifted, the Spanish musketeers could finally fight back.

However, at a distance of more than 300 steps, the light matchlock "hollow bow" in their hands could barely hit the Ming army, but at this distance, let alone the accuracy, even its lethality was nothing more than

It’s like trying to embolden yourself!

No, during the Spanish musketeers' counterattack, except for a few unlucky ones on the Ming army who were hit on their exposed faces and injured, the rest of the bullets were all blocked by cotton armor padded with steel sheets.

It didn't stop them from continuing to kill the enemy.

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"Major, let the soldiers withdraw first. We will go back and fight with them in the streets!"

Looking at the troops who suffered heavy casualties because they were suppressed and beaten by the Ming army from beginning to end, Juan finally couldn't stand it any longer, and immediately gave the order to retreat to his deputy commander Antonio.

There was no way. In less than an hour, nearly half of the troops had been killed and wounded, and most of them were musketeers. How could we continue to fight this battle?

Therefore, at this time, even if he was unwilling to do so, Juan had to bow to reality.

However, the battlefield is not a game. If he wants to withdraw his troops and fight in the streets with the Ming army, it depends on whether the Ming army agrees or not!

"Blow the charge horn and the whole army will attack!"

No, before Huan's order to retreat was conveyed, the Ming army saw that their opponent's gunmen had almost been lost, and Zhang Weixian also issued the final order for a general attack.

"Tick-tick, tick-tock..."

"kill!!!"

Accompanied by the loud sound of the bugle, in just an instant, murderous shouts of killing roared out from the mouths of the Ming soldiers like tigers descending from the mountain.

"Charge in formation!"

Facing the Ming army that was actively charging towards them, Juan, who had just given the order to retreat to his adjutant, suddenly couldn't help but look happy. He immediately changed his previous order and gave the order to charge in formation again.

Just kidding, melee combat has always been the weak point of the Musketeers. Now that the Ming Army has given up its advantage and wants to fight with itself in close combat, how could he let go of such a good opportunity?

Speaking of which, these Spanish phalanx troops are worthy of being a powerful force that shocks Europe. After being suppressed and beaten and losing nearly half of the entire army, facing the Ming army's general attack, not only did they show no signs of collapse, but instead

With a face full of joy, he straightened up the five- to six-meter-long spear in his hand and came forward, ready to fight for "blood and shame"!

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