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Chapter 438 Yes!
After Pan Wu finished speaking, everyone fell silent.

He stood there and thought carefully about Pan Wu's idea.

"Zheng Jiu, you know the Ming Army's artillery best here. Why is the range of their artillery so different from what you said?" The speaker was Ruan Fanggui, General Qin Wang who came from Taiyuan Prefecture.

"Eh? Ruan Fanggui, what you are asking about is that theirs is far different from what I said. Did I make their cannons or did I command their troops? I have fought against them once. I How do you know so much?"

Zheng Jiu became impatient as soon as he heard this. Pan Wu didn't care about scolding me, and his grandson also came to question me.

"Your intelligence was wrong, which resulted in heavy casualties on our side! Can't I ask?"

Ruan Fanggui also choked with Zheng Jiu, holding his neck!
"Say it again!?" Zheng Jiu's eyes widened and he felt confused.

"enough!"

A physical conflict was about to break out in front of him, and Pan Wu yelled at the two of them.

"Just do as I say! The troops form a fan-shaped encirclement and disperse their firepower! Go forward at full speed! Tell the soldiers below to capture a Ming soldier's head ten taels of silver! If you capture three, you will be promoted to a higher rank!"

"Yes!"

Everyone should be.

They are not good at asking them to come up with ideas, but they still have no problem executing orders.

Why?

Because executing orders does not require responsibility for failure.

Among them was Zheng Jiu. In fact, he wanted to suggest sending elephant soldiers to charge, but seeing that everyone was silent, he stopped talking.

Anyway, he is not the person in charge of this war. He only has one or two thousand remnant soldiers under his command. They are all afraid of the Ming army to death, so they just follow suit.

Aren't you Pan Wu awesome? Just find a way on your own.

Zheng Jiu looked at Pan Wu's back in the distance and thought silently.

Pan Wu's order was well executed. The soldiers dispersed and gathered in a fan shape from the east, north and west directions. As soon as Pan Wu gave the order, everyone rushed towards the Ming army.

After the recent shelling, all the soldiers had understood the power of the Ming army's artillery. Each soldier suppressed the fear in his heart and tried to numb his nerves with generous military merit rewards.

"go ahead!"

But as soon as Pan Wu finished speaking, there was another strange sound in the sky.

The soldiers subconsciously looked up to the sky.

What the hell!

If it could be dubbed, this would probably be what everyone wants.

Cannonball, here it comes again!

boom

Another hundred artillery shells exploded in their camp, and the screams rang in the soldiers' ears again.

"What's going on? Isn't their artillery range only two miles? It's almost two and a half miles, how can they still fire?"

Such thoughts emerged in the minds of all the generals.

Everyone looked in Zheng Jiu's direction involuntarily.

what are you looking at me for?

How the hell do I know what's going on?

I didn't make the artillery!

Still in a daze, the second shell came again.

But because their formations were spread out a lot, the firing of artillery shells was also relatively scattered.It is no longer as dense as before where no one can move forward.

Seeing the opponent's artillery fire non-stop, Pan Wu also knew that it was no longer time to consider the issue of how far they could shoot.

"Full speed ahead!"

We can't wait any longer. If we wait any longer, we will become a target.

At least there are still people who can break through the blockade of artillery shells. They just need to rush forward and start a melee. With several times more troops than the other side, the two sides fight fiercely together. If the city provides a little support, they will be exhausted, right?
"Come on!"

Not only Pan Wu, but everyone saw this problem and rushed forward with their soldiers.

Even if the artillery of the Ming army pointed at where to shoot, it would take time to adjust the muzzle, right?

In fact they were right.

The fast rate of fire of a mortar is based on fixing a target. If you hit a moving target and adjust the barrel back and forth, the speed will inevitably slow down.

But fortunately, Zheng had more soldiers, so he fired seven or eight rounds before he needed to adjust the muzzle.

The frequency of the shells also slowed down, which just confirmed their suspicion.

"Speed ​​up. Their artillery has stopped! As long as we go fast enough, their artillery shells can't hit us!" A fat general shouted.

He was sweating profusely and panting, but he still struggled to lead his soldiers forward.

Because at this time, in their understanding, only rushing over would have a greater chance of surviving.

At this time, they were less than two miles away from the Ming army.

Zheng Jun rushed forward about 100 steps, and a new round of shelling began again.The first shell exploded at the front of their team, accurately, and still very powerful.

The soldiers could even hear the occasional sound of broken shrapnel passing by their ears, followed by the screams of their comrades.

No one thought about stopping to check on their teammates for injuries, and no one was wondering whether it would be their turn next.

Some just walked mechanically, struggling to move forward on the slippery road.Maybe he won't survive later, but at least he won't die now.

If you take a bird's eye view of the battlefield, you will find that this is a very strange battle.

A group of people and horses ran forward with all their strength, just to avoid the pursuit of death.

The other side was still, except for a row of gunners in the middle of the formation who kept stuffing shells into the barrels.

As for the crisp sound of weapons clashing and the trembling shouts and curses from both sides, they were completely absent.

Pan Wu gritted his teeth and watched his soldiers fall one by one. The screams eroded his eardrums, and anger built up little by little in his heart.

He knew that many people would never see the sun tomorrow again, but there was nothing he could do.

Because even if you don't take the initiative to attack, you still have to bear the artillery fire from the Ming people.

And he still has a bold idea hidden in his heart.

Akito's artillery is powerful, but it is also controlled by humans.

If they could win this battle or get some artillery, wouldn't they be invincible?If this is the case, his status will be completely stabilized, and his descendants will live together with the country!

One mile!
There’s still a mile to go!

More and more soldiers rushed over!As long as you persevere, the dawn will surely appear!
"Come on!"

Pan Wu couldn't help but roared again.

They are sitting and working hard for their own lives, and the Ming army is not idle.

He didn't seem to be moving, but he was ready for the battle.

Xu Zhi'an put down the binoculars he had been holding in his hand, and picked up the walkie-talkie.

"Attention Musketeers, prepare to shoot!"

"Roger that!"

The commander's calm voice came over the intercom.

What happened next made Pan Wu's nerves, which had been slightly relaxed, tense up again.

He saw the soldiers in the front row of the Ming army raising their muskets.

what happened?
There's still a whole mile left?
What are you lifting?

Can your fucking musket shoot a mile?

However, Ming Jun told him the answer with facts.

One word:

can!
(End of this chapter)