I, Zhu Youjian: the first prodigal son of the Ming Dynasty

Chapter 70 Eighteen Musketeers
Twenty landmines killed 43 Jiannu cavalry and nearly a hundred horses.

For a siege battle, the casualties were not large.

But the problem is, they suffered such a heavy loss before they rushed to the iron gate, released an arrow, and didn't even see the faces of those "waste Ming soldiers". The Jiannu cavalry were in a bad mood.

Especially Niu Lu Ezhen, the two leading the team, their faces were ashen, and they urged their horses to rush to the front.

Fortunately, their riding skills are excellent, and their combat experience is very rich. After triggering twenty mines, they finally forcibly stopped their rushing momentum.

There are still eight or nine hundred steps away from the iron gate.

How many 'landmines' are still buried on the road ahead?
The two Niu Lu Ezhen looked at each other, and raised their eyes to look at the iron gate not far away, secretly regretting in their hearts.

According to the conventional combat method of Jiannu, when attacking the passes and cities stationed by the Ming army, the most common way is to first capture a group of Han people and let them open the way in front, followed by their own cavalry far away, using bows, arrows, and machetes. Coercing those Han Chinese who are not as good as pigs and dogs...

This time... sloppy.

"Golden Bull Record Ezhen, what should I do?"

"This gang of Ming soldiers are so vile, they even planted fire mines to blow people up!"

"How about I take people to catch some Han pigs and drive them to open the way ahead? I passed by two or three villages before, and I knew I should catch some..."

"Time is running out," Niu Lu Ezhen, surnamed Jin, shook his head and said, "What's more, these Han pigs and dogs are obviously on guard, and the nearby villagers should all run away."

"Let the horse charge a wave!"

The two Niu Lu's faces were really ugly, and they almost gnashed their teeth and roared angrily: "After breaking through the iron gate, all the Chinese pigs and dogs with a radius of a hundred miles will be slaughtered!"

Driven by several cavalry, seven or eight horses began to rush forward.

Sure enough, another landmine was triggered, blowing up the two war horses into a pile of rotten flesh, which was thrown into the air, and a burst of blood rained down.

The Jian slaves gasped.

On the previous battlefield, they had seen the mines and firearms of the Ming army before, but they were just a ball of blazing fire that overturned soldiers and horses within four or five steps, and the lethality was not very terrifying.

Obviously, this kind of landmine should be a "new type of firearm" that the Ming army ordered...

Several war horses ran back and forth twice, but no landmines were triggered again. It seemed that the road ahead should be safe.

"Bowmen get ready, release arrows after 120 steps!"

"A team of ten, attack!"

In the end, it was the elite slave-builders who had been on the battlefield for a long time. They quickly adjusted their state and began to attack in an orderly manner.

Because it was harassment and containment, they didn't need artillery bombardment at all, but just shot and killed the Ming troops on the top of the city like shooting targets.

In their subconscious mind, it was impossible for the Ming army to fire the firecrackers in such wet, cold and windy weather.

And at a distance of one or two hundred steps, the bows and arrows of the soldiers of the Ming army were not accurate at all, and could be whipped away with just a whip...

……

On the pass, when they heard the deafening explosion of landmines, the student soldiers were so excited that they looked out one after another.

"Don't probe!"

The student sentinel scolded in a low voice: "Don't expose the firepower!"

The student soldiers shrank their heads quickly, holding a musket in their arms, their faces full of bewilderment.

During the training in the Daming Lecture Hall, everyone was in high spirits, thinking that with a gun in hand, the world was mine, and they often discussed and laughed at those Ming troops who had lost battles at the border in private.

But once he was on the scene, he panicked.

Even the crotch of some student soldiers was wet!
"Gawazi, don't panic. If you panic, your hands will shake." A nearly fifty-year-old soldier grinned and said, "It's okay. The guy in our hand is good, but the waist is hard. Just aim at the opponent's body, and you can do whatever you want." Just fire one shot."

"Yes, don't just think about aiming at the opponent's head and face." Another veteran soldier shrank his neck, peeked out of the wall, and said with a smile: "We used lead bullets, and we only need to hit the Jiannu beast's stomach. , thigh root..."

The dozen or so student soldiers nearby all laughed.

The flustered mood calmed down in an instant, and he began to hold the musket tightly, waiting for the sentry officer's order at any time.

Accompanied by the sound of a rough and long horn, a muffled sound of hoofbeats came from afar, hitting the cold and hard ground heavily, which was suffocating.

The battle has begun!

"All ready!"

The sentinel finally gave the order.

The student soldiers uniformly probed, raised their guns, and began to aim. The movements were quite standard.

Even the eighteen old soldiers nodded secretly, and finally took a high look at these baby soldiers.

"At five hundred steps, take a deep breath!"

"At 150 steps, ignite... ahem, pull the trigger!"

This is the normal use of old-fashioned firecrackers.

There was a crisp sound of "bang".

Before the student sentinel gave the order to shoot, the musket in the hands of an old soldier fired.

A high-speed spinning bullet flew straight out.

The Jiannu cavalryman who rushed to the front was hit by an oncoming bullet. He felt a sudden cold in his nostrils, and a red and white thing sprayed out from the back of his head.

Under the impact of a strong force, the cavalryman's body flew upside down and fell off the horse, and was trampled by dozens of iron hooves behind him, turning into a puddle of mud in a blink of an eye.

Behind the wall, the student sentinel was furious, and was about to yell at him.

Bang bang bang!
Another seventeen shots were fired, and the two groups of slave cavalry rushing to the front were shot one after another, and no one was spared!
"Suppress firepower, don't let the archers approach within 150 steps!"

A veteran soldier let out a loud roar, and ejected the cartridge case casually. There was a crackling sound, and after some skillful manipulation, the second bullet was loaded into the chamber.

The student sentinel opened his mouth, paused for two breaths, and roared with a livid face: "Do it like this!"

On the battlefield, it is often who has the final say on who is the official.

Under normal circumstances, the behavior of the veteran soldier would definitely be beheaded and convicted.

Battlefield disobedience, that's fine!
However, seeing a group of child soldiers who have never been on the battlefield, they are holding the most advanced firearms of the Ming Dynasty, with an effective range of about [-] steps, and they are actually firing according to the operation method of the matchlock gun...

What a waste of money.

Eighteen veteran soldiers, like eighteen old heroes, each fired three shots with a look of sternness on their faces.

More than forty Jiannu iron cavalry were shot dead before they could clearly see the figures on the city wall, and the bows and arrows in their hands were thrown away like waste...

Not to mention that the Jiannu cavalry who were charging were stunned.

Even the student soldiers behind the wall were blank.

The musket, is that how it was shot?

No, in the Daming Lecture Hall, when everyone is training, the most advanced "Breech-Firing Needle Shenwei Gun" also needs to replace the ammunition and iron sand after firing a shot...

"Your Majesty... isn't a human!" Someone muttered.

This new musket is terrifying!
So, under the demonstration of eighteen veteran soldiers, the student soldiers finally overcame the excitement and fear of going to the battlefield for the first time, tremblingly pressed their spears against the city wall, and slowly aimed.

Facing the chests, stomachs, thighs, etc. of those slave cavalrymen——

Pull the trigger!

(End of this chapter)