Cutting over the end of the Ming Dynasty: a dog-leg knife at the beginning

Chapter 684 Kyushu Battle 8
The Japanese samurai who came out of Kaicheng had distorted faces, brandishing samurai swords and cross-guns, letting out hoarse roars, and rushed towards the deep trench that had besieged them for half a month.Each of these samurai is the elite of the elite. The Shimazu retainers who stayed in Kagoshima City did not treat them badly even when there was not enough water to drink. Food and drinking water always gave priority to them to ensure that each of them Be able to eat and drink enough, have plenty of physical strength and a strong desire to fight.When these warriors who had been recharging their strength for a long time opened the city and fought out, all the residents of the city came to the city gate to see them off, with ardent expectations written on their faces.Warriors die for their confidants, and they bear the trust and hope of the residents of a city. Naturally, these outstanding warriors put all life and death aside. Those with horses ride on horses, and those without horses gallop on foot. They move forward indomitably!

The Dutch musketeer watched the Japanese samurai rushing at high speed nervously, sweating on his forehead.I don't know why, these warriors who are more than one size smaller than them make them feel a lot of pressure, maybe it's because their murderous aura is too strong!Soon, the charging Japanese samurai were less than 100 meters away from the Dutch position. The commander of the artillery battalion gave an order, and several small-caliber front-mounted smoothbore guns fired at the same time. One steel ball gushed out from the muzzle, like heavy rain, strong wind, and flying sand, sweeping across the front line of the Japanese army!

The Japanese samurai continued to rush up, and in a blink of an eye, the gap made by the grape bullets was filled, and the bowstring trembled one after another, and hundreds of thick and short sharp arrows poured out of the surging crowd and shot towards the Netherlands people's positions.Most of the sharp arrows were inserted into the parapet in vain, but some of them still hit the target. The screams also sounded one after another in the Dutch position. Some Dutch soldiers were shot at the front door by the sharp arrows. The arrowheads of the guns were heavy, and the lethality was very impressive. The Dutch soldiers who were shot fell down immediately, and there was no way to save them.The angry Dutch soldiers responded with fierce volleys of guns to those damned Japanese longbowmen. Thousands of tongues of flame and large clouds of gunpowder smoke burst out from behind the long parapet. Lead bullets flew across the air, and the Japanese samurai also tried their best to throw a sharp arrow towards the head behind the gunpowder smoke, and the two sides fought together.

At the same time, the Japanese allied forces, which were mainly attacking the Ming army's positions, also advanced within the effective range of the bird guns. The commander gave an order, and all the bamboo bundles stopped and moved closer together. The iron artillery team was divided into three rows, and the first row went up The front poked the muzzle of the bird gun through the cracks in the bamboo beams, aiming at the defense line of the Ming army.However, they couldn't see anything. There was only a quiet parapet lying there tens of meters away, and there was no figure of the Ming army at all.The Japanese warriors gritted their teeth, the damn parapet completely blocked their sight, they couldn't see the Ming army at all, how could they fight?
Do you want to push it a little further?
Or send a team of people to test it first, and wait for the Ming army to respond before opening fire?
The commander was a little hesitant. He had never encountered such a situation, let alone such a weird fortification. There was always a feeling that he was fighting with the air and could not use his strength.Before he could decide whether to let the Iron Cannons fire to test it, hundreds of things with wooden handles and iron heads flew out from behind the parapet, like a flock of ominous crows, flying towards them with hissing smoke, smashing into them middle!The weight of these things is not light, someone hit the head, and immediately his head was bleeding, and he was smashed and screamed!The Japanese samurai who was hit stared in horror at the things that fell at his feet, and screamed: "They are smoking! These are the firearms of the Ming army!"

Nonsense, of course it is the firearms of the Ming army. Can you still expect the Ming army to throw you something delicious, delicious, and fun?
The Commander also dropped one at his feet. Seeing that it kept smoking, he didn't seem to be in any danger, so he picked it up and thought about it in confusion.This thing weighs about one catty. It has a long wooden handle, a black iron head, and the buttocks are constantly smoking. Other than that, there is nothing unusual about it.This thing will neither blow up nor hurt, and it won't even move. How can it hurt the enemy if it is thrown over? Could it be that the Ming army wanted to smash the enemy to death with it?But if you want to smash people to death, its weight is too light! ?
boom!
A ball of orange fire exploded in his hand, and the commander's arm holding the grenade was shattered with a loud bang. Dozens of shrapnel were nailed into his body, and it flew into the air like pieces of paper.The grenades that fell on the ground rushed to explode as if they heard the starting gun. Centered on the bamboo bundles, a dazzling explosion belt suddenly appeared on the Japanese front line. The fire expanded and the hot shrapnel shot out in all directions at explosive speed. , wherever it went, blood splattered everywhere!The bamboo bundles that could effectively defend against arrows were vulnerable to the violent explosion. They were easily overturned by the explosion shock wave and even burned. The Japanese samurai who was hit by the shrapnel screamed in pain like a beast and looked at his own body in horror. body, and then saw in horror that his legs were broken... The thousand musketeers were the most unlucky. They stood at the front and suffered the most grenades. After a violent explosion, nearly half of the musketeers fell in a pool of blood. Among them, either dead or injured!

Mao Li Yuanhui's war horse neighed wildly and stood up, almost throwing him off the horse.His mung bean eyes widened, looking at the smoky battlefield, hissed: "What's the matter? Did the Ming army fire explosive bombs from the cannon?" Somewhat frantically, he grabbed the horse's mane and shouted sharply: "That's not right, Even if the Ming army used cannons to fire flowering bombs, it is impossible to have such power, they don't have so many cannons!"

Shimadzu Nushi also turned pale, and said: "The firearms of the Ming army are very powerful!"

Before the words fell, another row of grenades flew out from the back of the trench and landed in the middle of the Japanese army. More violent explosions followed, clusters of furious flames swelled out, and the explosion shock wave rushed away wrapped in gunpowder smoke. At the beginning, the broken samurai swords, naginata, cross spears, back flags, arms and even thighs were thrown high up, and then fell like raindrops.After being hit so violently, the Japanese army fell into complete chaos, and some of them shouted frantically: "Demons! The Ming army is all demons!" They fled regardless.Not only them, but even the samurai who had been practicing martial arts since they were young were in a mess, yelling and scrambling to escape, and ended up huddled together, trampling on each other, screams and cursing resounded across the battlefield!

At this time, the Ming army finally emerged from behind the parapet, and together with them came rows of terrifying array-breaking crossbows. The extremely sharp triangular arrowheads were aimed at the Japanese fleeing like headless flies. The samurai gave an order, and the palpitating metallic trembling sound exploded like a thunderbolt, buzzing endlessly. Thousands of crossbow bolts shot out violently, piercing the not burly body of the Japanese samurai fiercely, and the screams were earth-shattering. The sound sounded, and the Japanese samurai who were hit by the crossbow fell to the ground, twitching in pain. The crossbow pierced through their bodies, leaving a hole the size of a thumb, and bloody arrows were pumped out of it as they breathed, taking away their blood. vitality.This was just the beginning. Before the high-pitched and pitiful screams subsided, the second row of crossbow arrows came over again, mowing down more people.The Ming army was like a cold killing machine, divided into three rows and fired in turn. After the first row finished shooting, it immediately retreated, wound up, and gave way to the second row to fire. The arrows rained endlessly.The battle turned into a one-sided massacre. The Japanese army with a low armor rate issued desperate howls in the dense arrow rain. Their superb martial arts, agility and tenacious will were useless in the face of the howling arrow rain. The crossbow arrows kept flying, piercing their bodies and knocking them to the ground. They had no way to resist and had nowhere to escape. They could only wait for death!Surrounded by screams one after another, corpses piled up on the ground, this scene is undoubtedly extremely terrifying, every Japanese samurai is heartbroken, no one knows when it will be their turn, they can only pray that this moment will come later !
Shimadzu Nushi was dumbfounded.

Maori Yuanhui was stunned.

Hosokawa Yukiji was dumbfounded.

Ashikaga Kogoro was dumbfounded.

Who would have thought that such an inconspicuous fortification hides such a terrifying murderous intent?
Who would have thought that the powerful crossbows of the Ming army could be so terrifying?
Who would have thought that the Ming army had no intention of engaging them in hand-to-hand combat at all, and used a strong crossbow to play non-contact combat with them?
Who would have thought that the Ming army would have such a terrifying and light firearm?
Who would have thought...

No one could think of this, so the thousands of Japanese soldiers were rashly pushed to the slaughterhouse, and they could only desperately welcome the baptism of crossbow arrows with their flesh and blood!

On the Dutch side, the sound of gunfire was also earth-shattering. Guns were fired one after another, and Japanese samurai fell in clusters.The crossbow arrows fired by the Japanese samurai are also constantly refreshing the number of Dutch casualties, but bows and arrows can never fight muskets, not to mention that the Dutch have a parapet as a cover, and they are exposed to the Dutch fire without any cover !Under the turns of volleys of guns and grape bullets, more than half of the hundreds of Japanese samurai were quickly killed or injured.But immediately, another group of thousands of Japanese troops rushed out of the city and joined the attack, shooting sharp arrows at the breastworks like rain.Soon, the parapet was densely filled with arrows, like weeds. More and more Dutchmen were hit by arrows, and most of them were hit on the head and neck. The arrows are really accurate!Colonel Mace took a sharp breath: "Damn it, so many people have died, why are you still rushing? These guys are not afraid of death at all!"

It is not known whether the Japanese samurai are afraid of death. Anyway, the Dutch soldiers are a little afraid of death. Seeing the Japanese samurai pounce on them like moths to a flame, they instinctively feel a burst of fear, and shooting and reloading become a thing of the past. There was some hesitation, and the firepower became chaotic.The Japanese didn't waste this good opportunity. Hundreds of cavalry suddenly rushed towards the position of Colonel Metz. Good guy, I want to play beheading!It's a pity that a trench with a width of three meters stood in front of them. These Japanese cavalrymen stabbed the horse's belly with spurs, and the painful horses jumped up and jumped over the deep trench. Most of them were not capable of jumping so far. After jumping over the deep trench, he was also blocked by the 1.6-meter-high parapet, so he could only hiss and roll into the deep trench desperately. The sharp stakes and bamboo sticks inserted in the trench pierced his body, and the screams of the men and horses were extremely shrill. It was also mixed with howls full of unwillingness, which made people feel chills all over!

This seemingly simple fortification is clearly a death trap, a tomb that cannot be filled!
(End of this chapter)