Late Ming Dynasty: Conquering the world starting from riding and cutting

Less than a hundred steps away, the natives were already starting to get a little impetuous!

Less than eighty steps away, the Dutch soldiers could no longer control the agitation of the indigenous soldiers.

Less than fifty steps away! Several indigenous soldiers in front of the formation couldn't help but rush out of the team, but were suppressed by their compatriots who were still conscious around them.

Finally, wait until the distance is less than thirty steps!

"Bang! Bang!"

Two dull musket shots rang out, but two black Dutch soldiers in the camp couldn't bear the pressure and pulled the triggers in their hands. The projectiles flew over the crowd and flew to no one knows where.

"Bastard, who fired the musket without my order?!" Lieutenant Noble roared mercilessly at the two black soldiers like an angry lion.

But before he could finish venting, things took a turn for the worse.

These two unintentional gunshots became the straw that broke the camel's back. The breathless indigenous soldiers, who had been suppressed by the pressure brought by the advancing Keelung army, finally found a way to vent their anger.

Since they couldn't escape, they simply fought to the death. At this time, the blazing fire in the hearts of all the indigenous soldiers was helplessly ignited.

"kill!"

A soldier took the lead and let out a strange cry, then rushed out with a spear in his hand!

Following his figure, hundreds of indigenous soldiers let out strange screams. The shrill and strange screams echoed in the ears of the Keelung soldiers, making them shudder.

"Fire!"

Following Shi Shi's command, the soldiers of the Armed Guards, who had been indifferent to the clamor of the native soldiers, took off their muskets from their shoulders with dazzling movements, raised their waists, and held them flat in their hands.

In an instant, hundreds of densely packed muskets appeared in front of the queue.

"Bang! Bang! Bang bang!"

A series of muskets sounded incessantly, and in the ears of the people of St. Ansburg, they were as loud and crisp as firecrackers during the New Year.

The musketeers, almost shoulder to shoulder, fired a beautiful volley.

The dense rain of bullets, at a distance of less than thirty steps, clearly demonstrated the shooting effect on the bodies of the indigenous soldiers who had only a layer of cotton clothes or even naked bodies.

Streams of blood arrows sprayed out on the body, and the projectiles carried blood and broken bones and rotten flesh. They shuttled back and forth between the bodies that were still unfinished. It was not until the kinetic energy imposed on them by the gunpowder was consumed that they could carry the hot liquid. Blood rolled to the ground.

A row of muskets fired in a volley, mowing down almost half of the more than 200 indigenous soldiers who were rushing at the front. The remaining people continued to rush forward with their guns drawn and shouting wildly.

"The second column comes forward, the third column comes up, prepare to shoot!"

Shi Shi sneered, preparing to give these desperate creatures a taste of their power. He became fierce and concentrated the remaining two-thirds of his muskets to launch a volley!

The muscle memory formed by the convenience of custom-loaded paper tube ammunition and rigorous training was only a short time when the indigenous soldiers were only a few steps forward. These more than a hundred musketeers had already loaded their muskets and were ready to shoot at their comrades. Then he continued to use a hail of bullets to give these students a hot bath!

The remaining indigenous soldiers continued to come with long guns. Their attack without any formation or queue was undoubtedly self-destruction in Shi Shi's eyes.

The only thing they deserve praise for is that this group of indigenous spearmen rushed over with strange screams. In addition, they have dark skin and are thick and strong, which also gives people a barbaric and terrifying aura!

If what they encountered this time was not the well-trained Keelung Army, but the officers and soldiers from the mainland of the Ming Dynasty, then they would definitely have a great victory today, killing people until they were weak.

Unfortunately, the enemy in front of them happened to be the Keelung Army. Their roars were as ridiculous as children playing house in the eyes of the armed guards. Even the horses pulling ammunition behind the formation were not deterred by this.

Their wishful thinking of relying on intimidation to break through the formation was self-defeating.

"put!"

As Shi Shi's command sounded, a burst of intense and deafening musket shooting sounded!

White smoke rose instantly over the musketeers' queue.

Through the smoke, groups of indigenous soldiers could be seen rolling and groaning on the ground. Just before the muskets sounded, they were still charging towards the enemy on the opposite side with their long guns in their hands.

But within this distance of less than thirty steps, they were unable to advance even half a step and encountered a natural chasm.

The Keelung Army's Type 1627 flintlock gun can already penetrate a breastplate made of 55 mm steel. This thickness is the plate armor data of tanks during World War I.

Even if a new type of weapon had just emerged during World War I, the tank was not a small weapon.

Even the plate armor of a light tank can be penetrated, not to mention these indigenous soldiers who wear a cotton robe and wrap their heads with colorful cotton cloth?

The fired projectiles merrily went in and out of one body after another, creating wailing and moaning sounds one after another, which was chilling but extremely enjoyable.

In a short distance of thirty steps, corpses and wounded were piled up heavily. Blood and groans filled people's sight and hearing. Many injured indigenous people who were shot but were not killed were rolled to the ground by the huge impact of the projectiles. On the ground, they felt huge pain, making them cover their wounds and howl in agony.

The earth trembled, and the birds neighed.

I don’t know whether it was the bloody scene that inspired the aggressive genes in their blood, the desire to avenge their tribe, or the religious fanaticism. These indigenous soldiers did not retreat but advanced, holding guns crazily. Dao continued to rush forward without fear of death.

"Well done!" Shi Shi shouted, not knowing how much he hoped they could press forward. These are all military achievements, and they can be won by just pulling the trigger, so why not do it.

"Prepare!"

As usual in training and combat, after the two rows of musketeers fired their ammunition, they immediately retreated quickly to make room for the first row of musketeers who had been ready behind them.

They retreated to the back of the queue, then quickly and nervously cleaned the gun barrels with a purge and loaded ammunition, just like electronic workers on an assembly line.

The musketeers in front of the queue, under the orders of the armor commander and captains, raised more than a hundred muskets and aimed at the indigenous soldiers who were rushing towards them like wounded beasts more than ten steps away.

Without any dullness or compassion, a burst of white gunpowder smoke rose into the sky.

Amidst the deafening sound, another group of indigenous soldiers were knocked to the ground. Facing such dense ammunition shooting from this distance, the possibility of avoiding it was as difficult as winning a 100 million lottery ticket.

No one was spared, most people died on the way forward, a few people received broken limbs, and only a dozen people were left with the ability to move for a short time.