Compared to the muskets from before, flintlocks could adapt to all kinds of weather.
The speed and convenience of loading had also been greatly improved.
It took a minute or even longer to shoot a musket, but a flintlock could shoot two shots in a minute.
It was also thanks to the flintlock that the three-section attack was able to unleash its greatest power, officially ushering in the era of line infantry.
It was also the era that everyone often talked about.
However, queuing up meant that both sides were using the same tactic.
Slave Jian was different.
They could only be said to be at the peak of the current cold weapon era, and when faced with the line formation, they also revealed the decline of the cold weapon era.
They were facing more than 10,000 soldiers.
The soldiers lined up in a horizontal formation were fearless.
When they had already crossed the 200-meter warning line, they were shocked.
The heavy-armored infantrymen at the front pulled the triggers of their heavy flintlocks.
"Bang bang bang…"
White smoke rose from the muzzle of the gun, and the choking smoke immediately filled the firing position.
However, this was nothing to the soldiers who were already used to it.
The bullet from the heavy flintlock hit the body, and its potential energy was very strong.
Those who were hit were all sent flying with flesh and limbs, and a three-finger-sized hole appeared on their cotton armor.
It was impossible to block the shots of such heavy bullets.
The cannonballs and muskets greatly stimulated Slave Jian's nerves.
At the same time, it also stimulated their bloodlust. Each and every one of them charged forward with bloodshot eyes, disregarding life and death.
It had to be said that Slave Jian's fighting spirit was very strong.
It was not without reason that the Ming Dynasty's army had never won a battle in the wild.
The 50-meter distance wasn't far. When they crossed the 150-meter line, they were shocked.
The line of infantry opened fire.
"Release!"
"Bang bang"
The sound of bullets reverberated in the sky outside Guangning City.
It was as if the soldiers in the front row had encountered an invisible wall of air, and they were all knocked to the ground.
The concentrated volley of arrows instantly turned the place into a flesh mill.
The soldiers in the first row retreated to the third row to restock.
The soldiers in the second row squatted forward and pulled the trigger.
White smoke had already filled the entire square formation.
However, this still could not stop the soldiers from shooting.
Slave Jian's infantry fell again.
After the soldiers in the second row finished firing, they retreated to the third row.
The soldiers who were originally in the third row took over their work.
When the soldiers in the third row finished firing, the soldiers in the first row had finished reloading.
This was the essence of the three-section attack tactic.
This would ensure the continuous output of firepower and give the enemy the greatest blow.
Rows of Slave Jian soldiers fell down like wheat being harvested, as if they were waiting to be shot.
However, the soldiers of Slave Jian immediately filled the gap in front and waited to be shot.
Their shields were like paper in front of Brown Bess 'flintlock, completely useless.
They had lost more than 2,000 men just to advance 50 meters.
At this moment, the line formation had also entered the shooting range of their arrows.
The archers began to draw their bows, and arrows rained down on the line formation.
However, the line formation of soldiers wearing iron helmets and heavy cotton armor made it difficult for their bows and arrows to be used.
Only a small number of soldiers fell under the arrows.
Their infantry archers had become the target of the cannons.
The cannons on the city wall were loaded with heavy cannonballs, which dealt a heavy blow to the archers behind Slave Jian.
The dense iron bullets fell like hail.
Although it was not as powerful as a bullet, it was not something that a light armored archer could block.
The soldiers within ten meters of the cannon could only fall to the ground and wail.
The 60 light howitzers distributed in the square formation also played a big role at this moment.
They also began to shoot at high intensity.
Under the control of a skilled gunner, the maximum firing rate of these light cannons could reach 7-10 rounds per minute.
The maximum firing rate of a 6-pounder cannon could reach 4 rounds per minute.
Under such a terrifying firing speed, Slave Jian's casualties were obvious.
The volley of gunfire and the dense cannonballs made Slave Jian, who had gone crazy from killing, gradually wake up.
When they looked at the corpses around them with red eyes, their tense nerves broke.
Some soldiers could not withstand such a deadly charge. Under the despair and fear in their eyes, they turned around and ran.
At this moment, the casualties of Slave Jian had reached more than 4,000. It should be known that this battle had only been going on for less than an hour.
It was difficult to stop the collapse under the domino effect.
However, Tudor was a man of great character. After sending out the supervising team, he managed to stop the first wave of defeat.
Now, the soldiers in the front row were less than 50 meters away from the enemy.
As long as the two sides engaged in a chaotic battle, the other side's cannons would be crippled and they would not dare to shoot at all.
As for chaotic battles, the soldiers of Tudor and Slave Jian were never afraid of anyone.
Everyone knew that Hou Jin's riding and archery skills were invincible, but how could they not know that their infantry combat skills were also invincible?
At a distance of 30 meters, both sides could clearly see each other's faces.
At this moment, heavy grenades flew out from the rear of the formation.
It was the throwers at the back of the phalanx who had started throwing grenades.
The grenade made of gunpowder was not very powerful, but it caused a lot of noise.
"Boom boom…"
After the grenade fell, the shrapnel turned into a sickle, mercilessly reaping the lives around it.
After the dense grenades fell, there was a dense volley of gunfire.
The defeat happened again.
Even the tenacious Slave Jian couldn't bear such a blow.
This time, even if a Perfected Golden Immortal came, he would not be able to stop this defeat, let alone Tudor.
"Cavalry charge, cover the retreat!"
Daishan roared with red eyes.
"Kill!"
The cavalry on the two flanks began to charge. Daishan knew that if he did not attack, a greater defeat would spread throughout the entire battlefield.
Slave Jian's cavalry charge forced the line formation to stop their pursuit.
They had already begun to change their formation. The horizontal formations directly turned into hollow formations.
They were well-trained and didn't panic during the change of formation.
When the cavalry approached, a new round of attacks began.
The warhorses neighed and fell under the barrage of bullets.
Daishan didn't want to continue fighting. After blocking the other party's pursuit, he was finally able to stop the other party.
The cavalrymen turned a corner and retreated.
In this battle, Slave Jian had once again lost more than 6,000 men.
In two days, their casualties had already exceeded 10,000.
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