The darkness reduced visibility. When the cavalry appeared, the distance was only fifty or sixty meters. You could vaguely feel the warm sniff of the Hu Qi war horses spraying on your face. After all, people are not games. Mao Jue could even feel the nervous and commotional heartbeats of the children of the soldiers who had just entered the battle group beside him.

Mao Jue is actually unsure whether this small square formation trained according to military training standards can withstand the most fierce, strongest and cruel heavy cavalry charge in Northeast Asia in this era, but he has no choice.

Just like the Ming army in the Battle of Sarhu, they were obviously at a disadvantage in the siege. However, no matter Du Song on the West, Malin on the North, or Liu Ting on the East, they basically divided the small amount of troops into three battalions when they faced the battle. They were finally defeated by the Eight Banners with superior forces, and the 50,000 to 100,000 Ming troops were thrown away on the battlefield. These are the same truth.

The limitations of firearms in this era!

Tens of thousands of Ming troops were crowded together and could not exert the maximum power of their firearms. They had to leave enough room for their firearms. Similarly, the reason why Mao Jue did not dare to order the cavalry to fight was the same. Once Liu Chong treated the front gate as a battlefield, his firearms and personal soldiers could no longer play their roles. Jiannu came in a fierce and magistrate manner. Who knew how many combat soldiers were behind the cavalry? Once the vanguard was exhausted, the musket soldiers who had no distance were even more targeted for slaughter.

In fact, the greatest power of the cavalry is not how strong its impact is, but the intimidating force that is in the process of charging, as if he was watching a car hitting him, but he couldn't hide. He stopped Liu Chong, suppressed the huge fear in his heart, and Mao Jue shouted loudly.

"Don't panic, I'm not afraid of you being afraid of taking risks. In the first row, raise the gun and release it!"

The third row, which had not fired just now, was barely rotated to the front row. Fear made this round of shooting even more unstable. Some didn't even aim, pulled the trigger casually, and then fled backward like completing a mission.

But even so, a big wave caused a stir among the charge of Jiannu cavalry. The three most fierce cavalry shaking their swords in front of them fell off their horses. There was also a guy hanging his feet in the stirrups and was dragged forward and ran forward. He didn't die and let out a shrill scream.

In this era, the lethality of firearms is really limited. Many later generations of Liaodong Ming army have descriptions of whether they can't throw them into Jiannu's armor. Some even get dozens of guns in their bodies and still fight hard. It seems that the Jurchen cavalry charge against guns and bullets seems to be commonplace. Some Jiannu brave men deliberately galloped in front of the Ming army to seduce the Ming army to open fire in advance, clearing the way for the subsequent advancement of the light armor troops.

But this is not good for Mao Jue. Mao Jue hasn't built such a good musket in a short period of time. The personal soldiers used the best musket guns selected in the arsenal, but the bullet was replaced with a pointed butt hollow, peanut-like lead-mini bullet. The gunpowder that exploded when the bullet was fired can instantly spread the hollow rear of the bullet and spray it tightly against the gun chamber. At the same time, the sharp bullet's armor-piercing ability is much stronger than the spherical shape.

Although the rifled rifle can be used so that the power of the gun can reach the maximum, but now it is much stronger than other Ming munitions.

Immediately afterwards, a more chaotic second round of volley shots came out.

On weekdays, they have to train for at least one hour and two hours a day for a series of tactical actions. But when they really get to the battlefield, the tension and night are so declining that it is extremely reduced. Only about half of the people in the first row that was rotated back completed the loading, and the rest is just pretending, but the Eight Banners Iron Cavalry has killed about 30 meters away.

As the guns and fires flew, the surging cavalry was sprayed with evil firearms that were even banned by internationally banned. The cavalry in the middle section of the fire was even broken into a vacant gap, and the mountains below the mountain could be seen.

But at this moment, a scene that shocked and angered Mao Jue happened. It seemed too scary. The second row of soldiers who were supposed to fire the next shot were fired from the second row. Some soldiers fled back with the first row that retreated, which immediately triggered a chain reaction. The second row, which was isolated and helpless, had no courage anymore. They fled back with one shot. The soldiers who retreated also scrambled the original loading ranks. In an instant, the musket array actually collapsed.

"Son of a bitch!"

With just a time to let out an angry roar, Mao Jue was directly submerged in it by the galloping cavalry.

The cavalry charged at high speed was not covered, just like a car hit. A personal soldier raised his shield to block the knife that was chopped down on his neck, but he fell out like a doll.

I don't know what he hit, but it seemed that his internal organs were smashing. Mao Jue felt his ears buzzing as if countless bees were roaring, and only stars appeared in his eyes. He breathed for a long time before he could breathe. Someone seemed to be shouting at him in his ears. After almost a few seconds, the sweetness in his mouth was sprayed out by him, and then he felt his mind suddenly come back.

But when he saw clearly, Mao Jue felt something was wrong at the first sight. He just hit his horse and got a big gun in the chest. He dragged the hundred households Shen Rong, who had emerged at some point, and neighed and turned to the side. However, the Jiannu Knight flipped off the horse's back. His armor was special, and he had been shouting and commanding just now. The man decided that Mao Jue was an officer, and the knife rushed towards his head.

"What a fucking fucking it!"

At this time, he even said something swearing between China and abroad. Facing the knife coming from the shop, Mao Jue, who was dying, did not retreat but advanced instead, and the shells crashed into the arms of the Jiannu cavalry like a cannonball.

With the muffled sound of puff, the two of them gathered together and flipped into the ditch next to them.

"Master General!"

Hun'er was almost scared and ignored the spear. Shen Rong turned his head and ran over. Wen Meng even staggered, almost a dog chewing shit. The two of them rolled down, but saw the Jiannu sitting up suddenly, and then he leaned to the side. Under the fire, blood was flowing from the corner of his mouth and a particularly ferocious face, Mao Jue kicked the body away, and shaking it with the revolver still emitting blue smoke.

On the Asian battlefield in World War II, the Japanese were very good at fighting bayonets, but they did not compete with the US military. The Americans relied on their hands and revolvers to destroy the majesty of these animals. They fought close-up battles, which was really fucking good.

"Master Jiang, are you okay?"

One of them went up to help him, Wen Meng and the child fell and patted him like that. He spitted blood in his mouth in bad luck. Mao Jue anxiously stepped back the two guys, and turned his head to look up the ditch, while shouting in anger.

"I'm fine, my army! Go back and fight with Jiannu!"

"Master General, Tartar, retreat!"

Mao Jue couldn't believe his ears, and looked at Wen Meng's sweaty horse face in surprise, and crawled out of the ditch with two strokes.

The Yuegu Village Gate, which had just condensed the smell of gunpowder and blood, was empty! The Jiannu cavalry, who had just moved forward, retreated, and could still see their backs running down the hillside. At this time, they were already sparsely like the old man's hair. At the place where the battle was fought, two injured horses were whining to the outside world. The big guns under Liu Chong were hanging blood on both sides. The eight Ming troops who were chopped over by Jiannu who had been in the outbreak were also lying there in a mess, some were still twitching and moaning.

The musketeers who escaped from behind also gathered again and looked out in shock.

After a pause for a few seconds, Mao Jue did not care about the pain in his chest and abdomen, and climbed up to the observation deck half of the village's mouth in two steps.

The moonlight was pretty good tonight. The bright moon valley was clear at a glance. Following the valley ditch, more than ten Hu cavalry had almost escaped from the valley entrance, without even a flag. No matter how you look at it, they were a little embarrassed and in a hurry. As for Mao Jue's concern just now, he had no shadow.

"Just such a small pinch?"

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When the sun climbed up the mountain again, the Yuegu, which was quite peaceful yesterday, was devastated at this time. The traces of the war were everywhere. The houses in the northeast corner were almost burned out. On the wheat threshing field in the middle of the village, the corner of Mao Jue's mouth kept twitching to the side.

The one who hit him last night was not the large army of Jiannu. There were about 30 cavalry attacking outside, and only about twenty cavalry were making trouble in the village, and less than sixty yuan was added. Just a little bit, he dared to attack him with thousands of heavy troops. Jiannu's arrogance and domineeringness can be seen.

However, these people really have this strength. They have more than 60 Jiannu, and finally ran away for 17 or 80 of them. Last night, they killed eighty or ninety soldiers, some of them burned to death, and were frightened and fled. In addition, a large number of minor and serious injuries. After just one day of going out, Mao Jue lost nearly two hundred soldiers, especially seven of them whom he had finally trained.

And there are a little more deaths now.

The dark and sequential dots looked particularly tall under the dizziness. With several generals with bitter faces, Mao Jue's face was particularly gloomy. More than a thousand Ming troops watched in a mess around the corpse. Kneeling under the dots, the five fishermen kept smashing their heads to the ground like kowtow bugs.

"Give me your life! I'm just confused for a moment!"

"For a moment of confusion?"

These are the personal soldiers who took the lead in the escape last night. If they didn't run away, the third round of shooting might defeat the Jiannu cavalry. Mao Jue's musket formation would not collapse. Seven people were killed and one seriously injured. He hugged his arms. Mao Jue sneered and roared angrily.

"I'm short of your food?"

"Is your salary a shortage?"

After all, it was from his own households, and Pang Dahai spoke involuntarily begging for love.

"Jiang Ye, they are also new to military affairs and are ignorant. Besides, with muskets, the Jiannu cavalry will be almost like a fire stick when they arrive. Give them a chance!"

But before he finished speaking, Wen Meng next to him was already humming with gloomyness.

"What is a personal soldier? Sharing life and death with the master general! On the battlefield, the abandoned general and fleeing dies! So much nonsense there?"

It seems that in this era, Mao Jue's heart has become much more cruel. Perhaps sometimes, all of this is still regarded as a dream by him. After these two sentences, he angrily scolded him, and before Wen Meng and Pang Dahai's words had cunningly roared out.

"cut!"

In an instant, the sharp sword slashed down, and five ghosts and howling, their heads with fear splashed out with red blood. Looking at the twisted corpses lying on the ground and the blood that was brightly blazed from their necks, the Ming Jun who was watching nearby felt cold.
Chapter completed!