A Beiyang flag army fell.

The hundreds of households holding the flag at the front of the queue touched their chests and abdomen, and only felt the smooth curve of the breastplate and the braided pattern.

Of course, my heartbeat was also pounding.

Too scary!

Across a hundred and fifty steps, several guns shot towards the military formation. The back of Baihu, who was standing in front of the queue, was so majestic that he actually had a lot of sweat on his hands holding the flagpole.

Fifteen steps behind him were two general flag officials holding flags, one left and one right. Five small banner officials holding flags on the left and right. Only when they saw them standing alone in front of the formation like themselves, could the hundred households feel a little comforted.

At this time, Baihu was very envious of his deputy. He tried Baihu, deputy flag, and five other small flag officials and military doctors were on the back of the long snake formation, so they didn't have to get shot.

'Shief Chen's formation is extremely unethical. Although the officers, accompanied by the propaganda officers in the formation, can ensure that the formation does not collapse to the greatest extent... but the officers are likely to collapse first!'

Baihu walked forward in a very strange posture, practicing the standard flag-end posture countless times by the Beiyang Military Mansion, holding the triangular dragon flag with its chest straightened, and taking big steps forward according to the drummer drum beats in the military formation, but his head was tilted backward, glanced to the left and the right.

He looked at it three times and there was indeed only one flag army falling down. The flag army behind took big steps to make up for the empty space in front. The military doctor behind the army quickly looked forward to see the injury. He would not care about it if he died. He did not die and untied his armor and scraped it with wine, bandaged it with medicine, and then did not have to go forward and follow the team.

Because it is stated in the Beiyang military doctor's calligraphy that casualties will not be cut off during the battle, and the military doctor just needs to continue to look for the wounded and bandaged.

The distance between the two sides' troops was slower than expected. The Ming army kept moving forward without firing guns. The attempt of the hybrid legion was parallel to the Ming army. The two behind the two square formations moved south, and only the first small square formation was shooting at the Ming army.

The front row musketeers took two steps back to the rear after firing, and took advantage of the gap between the queue to retreat to the end of the musketeers loading medicine next to the spearman. The spearman then took a step back. The musketeers in the second row continued to retreat, and continued to pour firepower towards the Ming army's Hundred Houses Team.

This makes their firepower very coherent. Although they are extremely inaccurate at long distances, the coherence of firepower is maintained at maximum.

The Ming army advanced faster than their retreat, and the distance between the two sides continued to shorten, and extremely strange situations appeared on the battlefield, which made both sides very uncomfortable.

The Ming army's Hundred Houses were constantly being shot by the Spaniards. Although the Spaniards had few muskets and poor long-range accuracy, it was still very anxious to fall one or two subordinates from time to time.

The mixed-race children were even more uncomfortable. The Ming army Hundred Houses, which unified the dark blue military uniform and wearing breastplate and armor skirt, brought too much oppression to people. Sometimes, even though they saw bullets hitting the other party, they just let Chidun move forward.

Even if someone was shot on his face and fell down on his back, the entire army had no sound or fear. Everyone continued to move forward without changing their faces, holding muskets but not firing. No one even shouted while walking, like a group of devils, with only drums.

It is not music, there is no tune, only a strong and coherent sound that seems to be swaying silently forward with the rhythm of the heartbeat.

While they began the battle, the Baihu teams in the south ran north behind the fighting Baihu team under the command of Shao Bianjiao, trying to press the Spanish formation to the southeast river, which was the direction where the only small bridge was located.

The four hundred-house teams were left behind by Shao Bianjiao, and stood in a formation. Under the leadership of the engineer, they took out a short shovel from the carrying gear hanging from behind and dug up the lying pit on the spot.

The rider who ran over could not deceive Shao Bianjiao. Even if he was surprised that the Spanish Legion did not show any defeat after the rockets were bombed. If there were defeated soldiers from all directions, he would believe it, but it was only west, and west. When the Western Army left the three companies in the morning, he could see clearly with his adoptive father with a telescope on the mountain.

Herrera retreated a hundred steps eastward. Obviously, the Western Army wanted to attack them. For Shao Bianjiao, there was a conflict in the combat thinking between the two sides. Even if he knew that this was a trap for attack, he had to jump in.

He wanted to oppress Herrera from northwest to southeast, and he had to oppress Herrera from northwest to southeast. Only in this way can the Western Army retreat to the other side when it was at a disadvantage. At that time, the Western Army would no longer have formations of Black Cloud Dragon cavalry there.

Herrera retreated for 200 steps, and all three companies entered the combat position. More than ninety musketeers on the front joined the shooting, and a volley could fire thirty shots.

Fortunately, there were four hundred-house teams on the Ming army. Although there were few people, the battle width of the Ming army, which had a thinner depth, was close to the square formation composed of seven or eight hundred people in three Spanish companies.

Now that the Western Army can fall down two or three flag troops in one volley, Shao Bianjiao tested the distance between the two sides with his eyes, and it was already very close to forty steps.

Shao Bianjiao wanted to fire a gun at thirty steps. There were less than 200 Spaniards with more than 800 guns. His four front rows had less than 400 guns, but more than 300 guns. He could knock down nearly 100 people with one round shot at thirty steps.

If they continue to retreat, they can knock over more than fifty people in the second round of shooting; if they do not retreat and retaliate, in addition to the three hundred-man teams in the north, there are three hundred-man reserve teams behind them, and five hundred guns can also hit them back.

But the plan cannot keep up with the changes.

At seventy steps, a general flag was shot in the chest by a lead ball. He patted the dent of the flag army behind him and continued to lead the team forward like nothing happened. This greatly boosted the morale of the flag army and made everyone move forward more excitedly.

But at the fifty steps, the general flag was too unlucky and was shot overturned by a musket again. This time he did not stand up again. Although he was only injured, it brought great psychological pressure to the flag army behind him.

Not only was the spirit of the mixed-race boy who had been retreating, but the spirit of the Beiyang Banner Army was almost collapsed.

Shao Bianjiao quickly walked from behind the front line and pulled out his waist knife to the right front of the front line. The musicians in the army played the suona. The sound of the suona changed and the sound of drums of each team stopped abruptly, and the footsteps of the flag army stomped.

Another short sound of suona, the bird gun carrying it on its shoulders was lowered, and a row of bird guns with ammunition were raised and aimed forward.

The drum sound suddenly stopped, and the Ming army's action even paused the three small Spanish phalanxes on the opposite side, as if they could not walk without the drum beats.

When the third suona sounded, the neat gun sounded across the battlefield, and a piece of gunpowder exploded in front of the Ming army commander's formation. The front musketeer of the Spanish army formation, and the spearman on the side fell down.

Dong... Dong!

With two drum sounds, the bird gunner who had been fired retreated, the second and third rows of gunners stepped forward, and the sound of suona sounded repeatedly, lifted the gun, fired, and then returned to charge the medicine.

The rhythm of the suona musician blowing the war trumpet is extremely accurate. He raises the gun every four breaths, shoots four breaths, and retreats four breaths, ensuring that the gunner has enough time to aim, shoot, load, and shoot again.

The Beiyang Banner Army's standard is to complete a round shot in thirty-six breaths. In terms of shooting speed alone, it is slightly slower than the Spanish's backward shooting speed, but it is more coherent. The key is... the same width, they have more guns and more fierce firepower.

One round shot, two round shots, three round shots!

Shao Bianjiao, who was not blocked by gun smoke on the right, was overjoyed. The Spaniards did not fight back or retreat, and stood there and got shot!

This is not because the Spaniards shot from such a long distance, and each round shot could make the Spaniards lie down dozens of people. The three round shots alone made the number of soldiers on the opponent similar to that of him. The Spaniards in the square seemed to be shocked and did nothing. Some people even fled to the Ming army's front.

He thought he could take this opportunity to defeat the enemy in one go. He turned his head and planned to use gestures to command the musician to change the tactics. The moment he turned to the left, his face changed color.

It turned from ecstasy with pride and full of ecstasy to terror, and even the fine hairs on the face exploded, as if a cold air was rushing from the sky toward the tail bone.

The extremely distorted face was stunned for a moment, and the hideous face shouted with the greatest strength of his life.

"Punch the gun!"
Chapter completed!