When the first artillery sounded at the head of the Bay Castle, the rhythm of the battle was suddenly accelerated.

The two-jin cannon and the five-jin cannon fired at the front of the enemy at the same time. The powerful shells drew across the parabola and fell into the formation. The shells cut through the long halberd, head, arms on the route like sickles, through the chest, rolled their legs and feet, and finally fell heavily in the turf that was mixed with blood and flesh.

After only a brief silence, the French breech guns also launched bombardment on the Xiyong Battalion. They were still immersed in the "inertia" that was regressing. The sudden fire from our own side made them temporarily dull. They followed the enemy's shells and flew over, and Juan's square formation was almost broken by several small shells.

Fortunately, Carlos, behind, ordered the square formation to take twenty steps forward in time, and held Juan's three square formations, and there were friendly troops on both wings, which allowed the company that had lost several good players to stop the chaos.

The orders of military orders sounded among the various platoons in front of the two armies. The French military formation held up weapons and continued to advance, preparing for the next breakthrough battle. During this process, the Fran machine cannon next to the platoon continued to shoot at the Xiyong Camp.

In Chen Jiujing's eyes on the city wall, everything was moving very fast. The artillery not far away was only projecting three rounds of artillery fire on the enemy formation, and the French infantry phalanx had already launched fire.

Muskets, steel crossbows and longbows fired alternately on the way forward, and the eight square formations of the front army also used a comb-rope gun and crossbow to fight back at a "far" distance of 200 steps apart.

The most eye-catching thing is naturally that the two armies quickly approached while spraying smoke, until they narrowed to an extremely cruel distance, a spear.

Musketeers and crossbowmen outside the spear formation on both sides fired guns and arrows in the direction where the spear could reach. The veterans in the front row of the company were fleeting like consumables. Then, the spearmen with insufficient war experience were indistinguishable from the tension of battle, poking over the enemy or being stabbed by a spear, lying on the ground waiting for their comrades or enemies to step over.

During the battle between soldiers and generals, the French commander found that he had taken the four companies in the middle of the battle.

There are no enemies in front of them, and they can drive straight into the enemy formations under the bastion, and they can also divide their troops and support the confrontational phalanx.

It seemed that Chen Jiujing was deliberately leaving a blank space in the central army, and the two count commanders of the French army noticed that they changed their usual tactics of circling the two wings with knight squadrons waiting for an opportunity to destroy the flanks. The scattered knights gathered again to the central army, and then followed the four companies without enemies in front of them to the middle of the battlefield.

"General, the enemy cavalry moves... What are you doing?"

Korean guerrillas came from the fort protruding to the right of the bastion to remind Chen Jiujing, who seemed to be indifferent to the gathering of enemy cavalry. As a result, when he ran over a hundred steps in a hurry, he found that Chen Jiujing was lowering his head and painting on the city wall with a charcoal pen!

Hearing his shouts, he looked serious with thoughts, and he walked around his chest with his left hand and raised his palm to him to signal not to speak.

At the same time, his right hand kept writing something on the battlements. Huang Xi could not see what was painted several steps away. He only knew that there were Chinese and pictures, which was very complicated.

Seeing the Western cavalry assembled and slowly advanced towards the central army, the more the enemy advanced, the more anxious Huang Xi was in his heart. As the enemy infantry crossed the center of the battlefield and continued to advance, even sweat flowed down the gap of his helmet from his forehead.

Even though he was not very clear about the Europeans' fighting methods, the current situation on the battlefield was clear at a glance. The various phalanxes that fought with the enemy were already stuck together like candy, and they could not retreat even if they wanted to retreat.

At this moment, a three hundred-man phalanx belonging to the Juan mercenary group on the left wing of the front army was completely defeated during the continuous flank bombardment of two Franco machine cannons. The spearmen behind dropped their weapons and ran backwards. The soldiers who were still resisting in front were killed in a blink of an eye. Some musketeers simply raised the musket over their heads and knelt on the ground to beg for mercy.

The same plot is about to happen to two companies on the right wing, and the soldiers in the back of the company are already showing signs of running away.

All the enemy infantry platoons had already fought, and next to them were their own military formations. They could no longer provide support to the infantry by relying on parabolic ballistic artillery, while the enemy's Fran cannons, which were following the phalanx, could fire directly from the flank.

The form of war is very unfavorable to them. It is only a matter of time before the defeat continues like this. Even if you obtain heavy artillery support, you have to wait for the seven companies of the front army to defeat the entire line. What else can they use to fight against the French who are facing the army?

Just as the second company began to defeat, Chen Jiujing suddenly took a deep breath, raised his hand and sucked over the battlements, wiped all the traces away, turned to Huang Xi and said, "One thousand one hundred steps, all artillery cannons will be adjusted to the firing angle of 1,100 steps, and listen to my order."

After saying that, he said to the messenger waiting beside him: "I ordered Kangguru to get on the horse, open the city gate, and order the two wings of the Franco cavalry to prepare to encircle the brigade, and the Jurchen infantry in the Baishan Camp went out of the trenches."

Huang Xi was stunned for a moment, and without asking, he immediately ordered his subordinates who followed him to shout in Korean language. The North Korean musketeers carrying bird guns rushed to the left and right, and sent orders to the artillery soldiers who were carrying artillery one by one.

The entire city wall came alive with small caliber and high firing angles and large caliber and high firing tails.

The messenger waved the flags twice at the top of the city. Kangguru, who had been waiting at the bottom, buckled his helmet and shouted twice. More than a hundred Jurchen warriors boarded their horses one after another, waiting under the city with their spears. The city gate creaked slowly and opened.

Chen Jiujing's eyes crossed the moats under the city and the neatly arranged Carlos square formation, and looked at the four French military teams that were about to reach the expected distance in the distance. The slowly walking knights had gradually dispersed in the middle of the battlefield. Their intentions were obvious - to spread from the center to attack the flanks of each square formation to achieve a victory on the entire line.

"To the left of the central army, the nearest French phalanx, sixty-four gates are ready to aim."

The order was conveyed mechanically, but Huang Xi's mind was still confused. Hearing the general's opinion... he wanted to use sixty-four cannons to fire the magic square formation?

There were only 300 people in that square formation!

The general understood the judging and hesitation of the order, but the soldiers did not. The artillery that had already adjusted the shooting angle on the battlements aimed at each other for a moment, and the calls for each artillery were ready came one after another until Chen Jiujing waved his hand holding the flag, and the messenger behind him shouted in unison: "Let it go!"

boom!

The huge and continuous rumbling cannon sounded like the sky had collapsed.

Various types of artillery of different caliber sizes were fired almost at the same time on the east wall of the bastion toward the same target in the distance. The recoil of the volley of many artillery fired made people feel shaking through the thick and high walls under their feet. The Jurchen cavalry and horses under the city stood up uncontrollably.

Countless sounds hit the ears, and even if the artillerymen stuffed cotton into their ears, it didn't work. They were so shocked that their heads were hurt, but they could see the flag still waving, and the order to reload and aim at the right half an inch.

Chen Jiujing, who covered his ears, looked at the place where the shells landed on the square formation that once stood, showing an unparalleled expression of joy and innocent smile. Although the left ear hurts so badly, it did not prevent him from opening his mouth to speak to himself with a smile.

At this moment, no matter how loud he sounded, no one on the city wall could hear him for a while, but he was still saying it.

"None of you can escape. Grandpa has calculated your escape speed and the loading speed of my cannon. You can't escape my cannon range."
Chapter completed!