Villager of Daming

Chapter 327 The game of life and death is no joke (third update)
'Bang bang bang bang...' Regardless of whether the opponent stood up or not, the firecracker fired another round at the previous distance, turned around and ran back.

"Oops! I've been stabbed!" Some unlucky ones were stabbed by arrows falling from the sky.

The people next to him came to help fetch the arrows, and the others looked at each other, rest assured that the firecrackers were not accurate enough to shoot like this.

"There is no movement over there." Zhang Cundao looked back at the empty group of horses, showing a worried look.

"It's a big deal to wait for nothing, what if it happens!" Tang He was not worried.

At Broken Head Hill on the other side, 300 people walked towards the river with buckets, which is the place where the cavalry left before.

There was a small river there, not as deep as your knees and not more than twenty paces wide, clear to the bottom, and small fishes an inch long swimming in the water.

They went to the river, knelt down and shook the bucket to fill it.

At this moment, a cry of 'kill! 'The movement came.

On the east side of their way back, a group of people rushed out from the woods and bushes. The people who rushed out did not run towards them, but went west, trying to block their retreat.

They each had two buckets, and when they saw the people rushing out, their eyes showed a look of horror, and some people threw down the buckets and ran back.

Some people stood there in a daze, while others jumped into the river and ran to the other side.

The people running back and those rushing out were approaching. Seeing that they could rush over ahead of time, the people who rushed out stopped, and 300 people lined up in three rows in an instant.

'Papa...' The sound of the flintlock was carried far in the smoke.

People running back shouted and fell down, followed by another round of gunfire, and some people fell down.

If you can still run, don't turn around and run westward, and don't grab that road.

The people on the mountain watched from a distance, seeing their own being chased and killed, and then looking at the number of the enemy and us, the general shouted: "Come on! Save the brothers! Keep people on the mountain and watch the enemy cavalry."

A group of people rushed down, some rushed too fast, slipped on their feet, and rolled directly down the mountain.

The gunshots kept ringing, and after shooting those who were rushing for the road, they shot those who were in a daze, and the dazed ones hurriedly jumped into the river, wading across the water and running towards the opposite bank.

'Papa...' The third round of gunfire rang out, and those who walked slowly fell directly into the river, and those who had already reached the other bank were still hit.

The gunmen with three hundred flintlock guns glanced in the direction of the mountain, followed closely across the river, shouting to kill, and chased after the enemy ahead.

After chasing for a certain distance, the 300 people hurriedly stopped to reload, all of them staring at the people on the other side of the river, and the movements of their hands were not chaotic at all.

When the ammunition was loaded, the enemy troops who came to reinforce had not yet reached the river.

"One more round, get ready." The leader estimated the distance, gritted his teeth and ordered.

The three rows stood up again immediately, and with a sound of 'put', the first row opened fire.

The archers on the other side of the river also estimated the distance and prepared to attack across the river. Unexpectedly, they were so far away, and the firecrackers of the Ming army smoked again, and the people rushing after them fell down.

When the people behind saw it, they immediately fell down. They all knew how to hide from the firecrackers, and they also had firecrackers.

As long as you get down, the firecracker can hide, unless you are particularly unlucky.

"Reload." Daming's leader saw others lying down, and told the first row to reload, get down, see if you get up?
"Shield, charge!" The enemy's general didn't want to give the Daming Fire Gunners time to reload.

He rushed up holding a small shield, holding a shield in one hand and a knife in the other.

"Let go!" shouted the leader, and the second row of gunmen attacked, hitting them one round at a time, and all those who raised their shields fell down.

"I can't stop them, we can't stop their firecrackers." Someone fell to the ground, clutching his wound and shouting.

"It's too far away. Their guns are much farther than ours."

"I'm going to die, I can't do it..."

"Rush! Rush! There are few of them, and the firecrackers can't be used after they are fired."

Bei Yuan's soldiers shouted everything, and a group of people rushed to the river after all.

The gunners who finished the first round of firing had already loaded their ammunition. Without saying a word, they finished crackling and ran together along the river towards the woods they just came out of.

Some people in the Northern Yuan Dynasty waded across the river, while others chased after them on the other side of the river.

The general ran behind, angry, anxious and annoyed, and at the same time terrified of the firecrackers of the Ming army.

He did some calculations, and the firecrackers of the Ming army had a longer range, and the reloading speed was much, much faster than normal firecrackers.

Looking at it from a distance, it seems that the shape is different from the firecrackers that everyone normally uses. There is no big belly in the front, and there is no pole tied to the firecracker and clamped under the arm at the back.

The key point is that I didn't see the torch and the folds of the fire. How did I light the fire?
"Catch up, kill them, and take their firecrackers." Thinking of this, the general decided to go all out to get some.

The others also understood that they were yelling and chasing, the Bei Yuan soldiers crossing the river obviously started slowly, they were [-] to [-] steps away from the Ming army in front.

A twenty-foot-wide river is not so easy to ford. If you run too fast, you will fall into the water.

The people on the shore are fast, and some even go a little faster.

'Papa papa...' Just as they ran out of the woods, gunshots rang out in the woods.

There was another thump, thump, thud, human body being photographed on the ground, and a group of people fell down.

Three hundred flintlock gunners on the opposite side took the opportunity to go down to the river and waded forward from the river.

The gunfire continued, and 300 people ran out for a certain distance before turning to the woods and reloading when they entered.

"Assemble, form an formation, come back, come back quickly, don't rush like this."

The general watched the pursuers being shot one after another in front of the grove, staring and shouting.

After hearing the order, those chasing after crossing the river found that they really couldn't chase, so they hurried down the river.

At this time, the Ming army in the woods came out, and a thousand flintlock gunners, a hundred of them, pressed out in a row.

The gunshots were continuous, and the front ones reloaded after they finished shooting, waiting for the others to finish their shots. The ammunition had already been loaded and they fired again.

Bei Yuan rushed ahead and ran backwards, and someone was shot from time to time.

Their generals clenched their fists tightly, and their voice was hoarse: "Archers, musketeers, prepare to fight back, form an formation, shield hands step forward, run... hurry~~~"

"Boom, boom, boom..." The ground trembled as he shouted.

He turned his head and saw dust flying in the distance.

"General, the Ming cavalry is here!"

"Ming Dynasty cavalry is coming!"

"The cavalry is coming!"

The shouts of the observers left on the mountain also came, and many people who were gathering and running looked over there.

"Retreat, retreat quickly, and go up the mountain!" The general instantly lost his intention to fight against the Ming army's musketeers.

He yelled to run towards the mountain first, and the others also ran in disorder.

The fusiliers ran to give chase, the cavalry charged, sparing no effort, and the ground shook more and more.

The leading cavalry held their sabers in their hands, crossed the river with a few clicks, shouted "kill", the sabers fell, and an enemy soldier running behind fell to the ground.

More cavalry rushed over, and those in front swung their sabers at random, without slowing down at all. Sometimes the horses directly knocked the enemy into the air.

The general looked at the mountain in front of him, and turned his head again, showing a terrified expression. The chasing cavalry bent their bows and set arrows, whizzing... a rain of arrows fell.

(End of this chapter)