The sound of the gun was like a commander.

In an instant, the calm on the position was broken.

This gun was fired by Xu Jie. It seemed that the Warriors camp had held their strength. When he ordered, there were enemies carrying swords everywhere, densely packed, looking at it, and the scalp was numb. These countless people made people feel chilled deep in their hearts.

But now... the order has finally been issued.

A rapid whistle sounded on the position.

All the people who were holding their energy suddenly smiled. They raised their eyebrows, and the cells all over their bodies seemed to be excited.

beat!

The Italian cannon was the first to open fire.

In fact, these dense rebels were almost a short distance away. The Warriors camp could clearly see them slapping, holding swords one by one, and hearing their roars. The people in front of them were obviously ignorant of power, so at this time, their blood was boiling, and even... excited. In their eyes, they were all greedy, like a group of robbers rushing into the treasure, and the time to divide the spoils was about to come.

But next, something broke their dreams.

Dada dada dada dada dada...

A rapid voice came out.

The charge rebels had little response.

They just felt that this slap sound almost broke their eardrums, and the sound showed almost no sign of stopping, and the slap sound was as if even their hearts were about to jump out.

In front of them, the muzzle of the Italian cannon quickly spit out the flames, and immediately afterwards, the person who rushed to the front quickly fell down like a piece of wheat.

Italian cannons behind sandy cranes were fired at the same time.

Fifty cannons fired hundreds of bullets in just one suck.

The dense crowd had almost no cover. They thought they could rush over in the rain of bullets in the Warriors camp, but soon, they were disappointed.

Because... they realized that this was simply futile.

Then, the muskets protruded from behind the sand lane also began to fire. Someone threw out his hand bullets, and the roar began to sound. With the never-ending clatter, these dozens of steps almost formed a natural barrier. Although dense crowds of people flocked to it, whenever they only got closer, those bullets that had no accuracy at all rely on their crazy firing rate to form an insurmountable fire network, and no one was spared.

One person after another fell down.

Especially since the caliber of this Italian cannon is not small, it instantly caused a huge wound when shot on a person. It is more like a blood hole than a blood hole.

In just a moment, there were already mountains of corpses in front of the position.

Since the fire started, in just half a stick of incense, fifty Italian cannons fired more than tens of thousands of bullets, which was almost disastrous. The rebels felt crazy. They were only a short distance, but they could never rush over. Seeing their companions lying in pools of blood, wailing everywhere in Shura hell, deep in their hearts, fear spread instantly.

Not only did the charge show no sign of progress, it began to retreat on a large scale, so that there was no living person within sixty steps from the position.

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Zhang Chang was shocked.

He opened his eyes wide. Although he did not really see what was happening in front of him, the tragic wail and the continuous sound of guns made his body shudder.

He began to see that the charge team began to stagnate.

He heard the crying sound and the many whine that he dared not dare to die when death came.

The generals behind him became in a mess instantly, and someone whispered: "What happened? How many people are there?"

Yes, how many people there are and how many people can make such dense sounds of muskets? It was originally estimated that it was obviously wrong. I thought that the other party had only a thousand people, but now, based on the sound alone, the other party's people are afraid that they will not be around five thousand people.

Five thousand well-trained Warrior Battalion officers and soldiers, carrying new muskets, had they known that this was the enemy's strength, the generals would not have been very confident about this rebellion.

"I'm afraid it's not below five thousand."

"I don't think it's below eight thousand."

Everyone felt fear, as if bad luck had come.

Many people began to feel at a loss, and the joy of victory was suddenly turned into endless fear.

It is absolutely unforgivable to misjudge the opponent's strength. If it is wrong at other times, it is wrong, but now... it means losing everything.

"Mr. Zhang, now...what should you...go...will you throw yourself into the cavalry immediately? You have to throw yourself into the cavalry...or...or...or..."

"It's late..." Zhang Chang actually felt very funny, like a drama. He had just appeared on the stage, but ended with a funny laugh and crying. He looked ahead from afar, and the military horses with a rainbow of morale had been completely shaken.

It was a ghost to be unshakable. I thought it could be decided in one go, and the soldiers also made sacrifices. After all, rebellion is a rebellion, and rebellion will implicate the family. Any rational person knows that he would rather die than win. Only in this way can he protect his family.

They really thought so, but when they really arrived at the battlefield and saw what terror was. When they tasted the taste of despair, their instincts finally began to reveal themselves.

The retreat has begun.

Moreover, the entire line retreated. With only one stick of incense, and without even one stick of incense, he saw countless defeated soldiers, and they threw away their armor like crazy. The people in the back team were so shocked by the front team that they were so shocked. The personal soldiers who were holding crossbows in their hands wanted to force the defeated soldiers to the battlefield, so they flew together, but the rain of arrows still could not stop the trend of defeat. So, after shooting dozens or hundreds of defeated soldiers to death, even these shooters began to shake. They looked at the angry defeated soldiers, and they were frightened one by one, and finally began to retreat quickly.

The cavalry on both wings had sharpened their swords before. They were waiting for the final sprint with their breath to give the warriors a fatal blow. Many people were full of confidence. After all, most of the people who could become cavalry were the confidants of military officers, and their loyalty to military officers was far higher than other infantrymen.

But now, when the continuous sound of terrifying guns sounded, the horses sitting down began to roar uneasy, and the cavalry were still comforting the horses, without any timidity. They only started to be afraid when the entire line collapsed in front of them.

One stick of incense, only one stick of incense, tens of thousands of soldiers were defeated like a mountain.

I’m afraid that even the most shameless storyteller can’t tell such a story. What does this... mean?

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