The chariots are very good at conducting full-time shooting training since childhood, but the size of the chariot is too large after all, and those who raise guns to shoot cannot effectively aim, and they only rely on the barrage of the volley.

When four horses drive a car, two horses die together.

The shooting nobleman fell from the car and was hit by a lead bullet on the upper part of his left arm, and his bones were broken.

The left hand that could have held the bow strongly, which never trembled, is now hanging weakly on his side. When he bent his bow out, he flew away to the distance.

He struggled to get up from the dry land and was good at shooting the nobles in the eyes of the nobles.

The frontier square had already been broken through the gap, and the unique slogans and shouts of the Si Shang army that merged Song and Qi dialects were echoed in his ears.

"Mozhe and the officer stepped forward and blocked the gap!"

In the smoke of gunpowder, you can see a figure holding a short spear holding squeezed from behind to the front row, struggling to stand firm at the gap where the horses or chariots rushed into.

A horse covered in wounds rushed into the formation, but the rider was stabbed down. Several soldiers who were hit on the ground were stomped down from the wide gap of the three people. The people behind him stepped on the body of the falling man and fought with the opponent who was intending to rush into the formation.

The ears of the nobleman who were good at shooting were buzzing, and from time to time, there were waves of gunfire sounds.

He shook his head, and the pain from the ninja's left arm looked around.

Thirty steps away from him was another square formation of the Mo family. A small cannon that was no longer under his care was on the side of the square formation. There were several people in the formation holding short guns. The style of the hat should be the gunners of this small cannon.

The cannon seized a good opportunity, and two chariots were destroyed.

The nobleman Shanshe saw the dead man who was hit by iron filings on his chariot, whose body was covered with wounds, and also saw the right hand holding a long spear and trying to stand up as if he was not bent, and his legs were broken.

The Mohist phalanx, thirty steps away, did not place the limited number of shots on those of them who had lost their combat power, but instead shot at the cavalry on the side.

The nobleman was good at shooting and did not look for his bow, so what could he do if he found it? The lead bullet at such a close distance directly broke his bones and had no hands to hold it. What could he do even if he was resurrected by the radicals?

He pulled out the short sword at his waist, a bronze sword with an orthodox style that suited the regulations, and was staggering towards the chaotic formation that was fighting.

After getting closer, the Mo family soldiers in the square also discovered him.

A young recruit who seemed to be only seventeen or eighteen years old was not yet at the age of the crown ceremony, was busy loading muskets.

The young recruit raised his head from time to time, and looked at the loose and residual nobles who were getting closer in horror. His arms holding the twig kept shaking. The short spear inserted at the muzzle seriously affected his loading. His trembling hands made the twig come out several times.

The shooting nobleman clearly saw the fear in the eyes of the young recruit, and thought to himself, if it were a bow, why would it be? The gun would not be like a bow after all.

At this moment, what he thought of was such a grand difference between orthodoxy and heresy.

When approaching the last few steps of the square formation, the young recruit still had not loaded up. The shooting nobleman took a few steps and wanted to rush into the square formation.

But he had just approached the recruit who was targeted by him, and a short spear next to him stabbed him in the abdomen.

Before the severe pain came, the body had already reacted, and the body, which was supported by the waist and abdomen, lost its strength in an instant.

There were several people lying down on the open space next to them. There were Mohist soldiers who were hit by horses or cut off, and there were also the last nobles who were like him, who were incompatible with the world in the future and adhered to traditional creeds.

The right arm holding the short sword was no longer able to fight. The shooting nobleman tried hard to stretch his lowered hands, but he could not do it.

Just as the second short spear that stabbed him was about to pass through his body, the nobles were afraid of danger and shouted before their death.

"If you are willing to kill the thief, why can't you do it!"

"Kill the thief! Kill the thief! Kill the thief!"

He called out three times in a row to kill the thief, intending to inspire the morale of the nobles and slaves who were still fighting, and finally his body was penetrated by three short spears at the same time.

Before he finally fell down powerlessly, he saw another volley shot in the distance.

The soldiers who followed the chariots to escape in all directions. One side of the phalanx had already rushed out of a gap by the chariots and cavalry. As long as the lowly soldiers rushed like nobles like him, they were not afraid of life and death, the phalanx could be washed away.

Even if it cannot be broken, it will be enough to cause chaos and lay a solid foundation for the next wave of cavalry attacks.

But no.

The lowly snatched the nobles, who were good at shooting, ran away, and ran away without looking back after another volley.

These merchants, craftsmen, farmers, and fief serfs recruited did not ignore life and death for the sake of other righteousness of the noble and humble people.

The last trace of clarity of the nobleman was seen, looking at the escaped vassals, a trace of ridicule appeared on the corner of his mouth, frozen on his already stiff face.

He thought that the noble will always be noble, the lowly will always be humble, and the world will be in a reasonable manner. Just like those lowly disciples, they escaped and refused to fight, and had no courage, and deserved to be humble.

The positions where those soldiers fled were the third of the ten square formations on the entire battle formation, and one of the three square formations that were shaking under the first wave of attacks.

The impact of the coalition cavalry was divided into three waves, and they wanted to use continuous impact to break through the square formation of the three brigades blocked by the Mo family behind.

The effect cannot be said to be bad. After two waves of impact, the three square arrays were completely dispersed.

The retreating Mohist infantry ran backwards, but how could they be able to escape the war horse?

In front of the fourth square formation, several soldiers holding guns shouted loudly, comrades who were running towards this side and were chased by the coalition cavalry behind.

"Hurry up!"

On the chaotic battlefield, such shouts are useless, and no one knows that they cannot hear them at all. As a comrade, they can only use such shouts to express their concerns in their hearts.

A young Mohist infantry was chopped to the ground by the cavalry chasing behind him, and then he was kicked by the war horses behind him and could not stand up at all.

When the soldiers who were running back were still forty steps away from the square formation, the commander of the brigade commander here came from the square formation.

"Rise the gun!"

Several ink masters around him immediately shouted: "Wait! They are about to run over!"

The coach of the brigade looked expressionless and pushed away the people who blocked him and shouted: "Rise the gun! Shoot! Otherwise, he would not be able to defend himself!"

Behind the fleeing infantry, the second wave of coalition cavalry was followed.

The brigade coach gritted his teeth and shouted the order. He took out his short gun and pointed it at the cavalry that was flying closer and closer.

The soldiers who were still calling for the comrades to be faster just now looked at the robe that was already close, and tried to stabilize their trembling hands, avoiding those comrades or comrades who were only thirty or forty steps away from hope, and aimed at the cavalry behind them.

Everyone knows that after shooting, there will definitely be running comrades who will be hit. Even if they are not aimed at them, the dense barrage will likely fall on them.

After finally waiting for the shooting order in his ears, the soldiers almost closed their eyes and hooked the trigger. In the smoke of gunpowder, they seemed to hear the shouts of their comrades who were only thirty or forty steps away from hope but were finally desperate.

After the brigade coach shot, he inserted the short gun back to his waist and drew out the iron sword.

The soldiers in the back row were still loading, and several cavalrymen rushed out of a gap, and the subsequent cavalry weakened by the barrage tried to rush in through the gap.

The brigade coach held the iron sword and shouted: "The ink moves forward and blocks the gap! Continue to load the back row!"

He took the lead, as if he was about to atone for his order just now, and was the first to rush to the gap and stabbed a coalition cavalry who had fallen off his war horse to death.

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On the side of the chaos, the light cavalry of the Mo family here has also gathered to unfold its formation.

The flanks of the coalition cavalry and chariots have been exposed, and the impact infantry has not completely rushed out of the infantry's phalanx, which has led to the coalition cavalry being stuck.

The Mohist cavalry, who had been waiting for a while, wanted to attack the flanks of the coalition cavalry while the coalition cavalry was attacking the infantry.

The division commander believed that those infantry comrades were enough to support them.

The deputy division commander Mi captured Mi in the first wave of this flank attack. This part of their cavalry attacked Dai Cheng and Chengkuang as a partial division. After joining the battlefield after joining the battlefield with the attack, they were arranged on the flank of Sanliu Society.

Unlike the battles that the gang captain Mi had experienced in the past, this was his first time participating in such a battle of thousands of cavalry.

The flag bearer beside him clamped the spear with a small flag under his armpit, and the sound of gathering and attacking echoed in his ears.

The light cavalry in the front row was holding a wooden spear as usual, and the prisoner Mi held an iron sword, and the trumpeter who followed him changed the trumpet according to his command.

The first wave hit the team, followed by the second and third waves.

Although these are the light cavalry of Si Shang, who are good at rushing and discipline, they are still very different from the coalition cavalry.

Taking the company next to Mi, as an example, the tactics of the Si Shang cavalry are to use the formation as a cage, grassroots officers, Mozhe and corporal Sima Chang as locks, and military flags as reassembly points.

The company representative will be in front of the center of the entire cavalry company and the company commander will be in the rear of the center of the entire cavalry company.

On both sides of the company, there are usually three Mozhes or corporals, with more than ten people apart and one corporal or Sima Chang.

The company's flag is in the center of the formation, and people from the Soldiers' Committee are usually used as the flag bearer, surrounded by a trumpeter and a corporal.

These officers, corporals, and over-service old volunteers formed the grassroots of the cavalry. Sima Chang or Mo, the corporals on both wings, will control the formation and ensure that the team can still be reorganized according to the military flag after several rounds.

The system of double commanders of the company representative and the company commander can ensure that one of the chief officers can still gather the team through the trumpeter and military flag after one of the chief officers is killed.
Chapter completed!