Fei Yu's comrades fled, right in front of him.

The deserter is difficult to stop and difficult to stop, and there is the first one, there is the second one.

And often, it appears before the two armies confront each other and then set up the victory... Many battles cannot be fought at all. One side charges, and the other side enters the brink of defeat and defeat.

Fortunately, the formation of the Rakshasa army troops was in their favor.

When the chargers in the muddy wetland reached a certain distance, the convex gunners were sent to carry muskets and walked forward with big steps at large distances. The infantry and cavalry behind them separated from the middle and detoured from the two wings like running water.

Fei Yu first heard the gunshots not far away, then watched the person who was running away in front of him paused, covered his chest and was almost knocked over by the impact. Then he knelt on the ground and moaned, struggling - crawled back on his knees.

He couldn't stand up anymore, Fei Yu and his companions dragged him back to the front, this was a lucky person.

Just now, almost at the same time as he was hit, several people fell from the military formation. Some people were directly penetrated by muskets in the chest, and they were the most powerful heart protection mirror position and died immediately.

‘The bird guns used by the enemy seem to be different.’

Fei Yu thought so in his heart. Yu Guang saw that the enemy formation was gradually dissipating, the shooting postures of the Rakshasa musketeers seemed to be different. Some people had muskets, and the muskets were mounted on them, while others were shooting with muskets.

Their panic did not last long. Although the musketeers in the first row had retreated, a row of arrows shot towards them, and there was a jingle of jingling sound in the military formation, no one seemed to be injured.

Immediately afterwards, their earthen turrets started to fire, and more than a dozen Franco cannons fired in all directions. There were few sparse numbers on the front, probably three or four. Immediately, the musketeers who were carrying muskets turned and changed positions, and the musketeers who were just planning to go forward to make up for the position.

If it weren't for these guns, Fei Yu and the others would not be able to withstand the fear of being shot by muskets and would probably have taken the lead in charging.

Even if they wear the best armor, muskets are not crossbows after all. They do not rely on human power. The meaning of existence is to break the best armor.

In Spain, people built heavy-duty combs to pursue attack power; in the Ming Dynasty, where gunpowder is more wealthy, people chose a simpler and more crude way, and three cents of gunpowder cannot break the armor? Well, twice the charge, six cents.

These two methods occupy one, so it is difficult to have an indelible armor in the world.

At this moment, the Rakshasa musketeers were Spanish heavy muskets bought from English merchants.

But with artillery support, that's another story.

This thing has a much bigger blow to morale than a musket.

The front row musketeers were shot over and rarely were killed directly. Their wailing in front of the formation became the most stunning death knell.

The musketeers who were rotating behind were timid, and some people were left behind and dared not go forward to shoot again. The officer held the moon blade axe and cursed and barely gathered out a row of musketeers, but this time the volley shot was very problematic.

At least in Fei Yu's eyes, there was no more row of gunpowder smoke rising from the enemy's position, but intermittent white smoke, and there were much less lead balls projected to the front line. Only one unlucky guy was hit by the calf, and was pushed by friendly forces to rest under the earthen base turret.

Maybe they forgot to pour the medicine into the drug pool when they were nervous, maybe they forgot to stuff the projectile into the chamber when loading the projectile, or maybe they didn't pull the trigger, in short, there were many problems with the enemy's musket.

The two armies were not far away. Fei Yu, who was in his throat, even felt that his calf opposite him was trapped in the mud, and the iron officer covered in the plate armor was extremely clear.

He would never hear the wailing battlefield. All of them were sounds he had made up for, but this was very useful.

The enemy's anger slightly calmed Fei Yu's tension and excitement.

However, as soon as he woke up, he noticed that Yu Guangli, the flank under the fort was being attacked by enemy infantry and cavalry, and they were defeated step by step. Their square formation was constantly squeezed, as if they were exhausted.

And the army that passed them and headed straight for the central army had already met with the nomadic soldiers, and shouts of killing sounded from behind them. At this time, they were powerless. Their commander was still standing firmly on the fort and supervising the artillery's repeated textbook loading movements.

Fei Yu felt that the enemy on the front line should not be able to withstand the next shelling. He clenched the steel mace in his hand, carried it on his shoulders, and prepared to deal with the enemy when the close forces were in contact.

The enemy did not wait for the next bomb to explode. After the musketeers, countless infantry rushed up. They carried all kinds of weapons and various armors. Some people did not wear any armor, only a fur coat or even wool or robe, just like water at high tide.

Flowing in.

The one who rushed to the front was a herd of turtles on the back of horses.

They are generally wearing plate armored clothes, and their arms and legs are made of plate armor, and they are carrying weapons that look very heavy at first glance. There are also a small group of guys wearing plate armor, and the plate armor on their chest and abdomen are erect, which looks like they are coming to fight with a big belly.

But no one dared to underestimate them. Chen Ce, the commander of the porter, had previously popularized them with scripts. Even if you break the armor on his belly, it is still difficult for people inside to kill the person inside, unless they use firearms.

What's more, infantry naturally have a sense of fear of cavalry.

That is, the battlefield was full of mud, making it difficult for war horses to run, which made the turtle men on the horses look less terrifying. Otherwise, the general reserve team in Qi Jiguang's mind would be scared away before the battle.

A noble young man stared at Fei Yu in his narrow vision of the pig's mouth helmet.

In fact, as long as people see him, it is difficult not to target him. This man stands on the front line and looks as tall as a hill. Others wear armor and look rectangular, while his legs are stuck in the mud, looking square.

The land you occupy in the military formation is wider than others. Who else can you hit if you don’t hit him?

The nobleman on the horse carried a five-pound big sword, and the overwhelmed horse ran towards him in the mud. The sword that approached its owner was already hungry and thirsty, so he simply jumped off the horse's back with his sword. He was indeed a man with superb martial arts skills, and he landed steadily.

However, after landing, he took two steps before he found that he was running in the mud that was beyond his ankle, but it seemed that things had come to this point and he could not lose his momentum. So he simply carried the big sword and ran towards Fei Yu.

When he approached, he twisted his hips, turned his waist, swung his arms, swung his big sword with both hands out of a semicircle on his head, and slashed towards Fei Yu with unparalleled power.

He could even see the horror in his opponent's eyes through the gap in his helmet. Although this person's steps were steady, his hands and eyes were not in the same place. He was obviously not good at martial arts, and he even wanted to raise his weapons to block the sword that was slashed... Humph, it was simply a joke.

A two-handed big sword was born to kill infantry. Even if it is a spear formation, as long as the offensive tactics are properly cooperated with friendly forces, a big sword can cut the spear formation out of the gap, which is not something that the stick can resist.

But the weapons fought each other and his great sword flew away.

The steel mace also swung the top of Fei Yu's head for half a circle. He took a step forward and slashed it from top to bottom like a shaving hammer.

The empty-handed knight had no time to retreat and could only raise his arms to block it.

The next moment, the arm armor was bent, and seven or eight rivets were flying around with bone stubble.
Chapter completed!