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Chapter 638

The heavy pressure and rocket launchers were lined up on the opposite bank, and the artillerymen adjusted the elevation and angle, loaded the ammunition, and waited to fire and bombard.

Dozens of ships set off first, divided into two teams, and moored on both sides of the sandbar where they landed. A Fran cannon pointed at the shore obliquely, providing medium and short-range fire support for the landing troops.

The sound of war drums rumbled, and the assault troops began to move. Nearly a hundred ships were rowed fast, carrying thousands of Ming troops and heading straight to the opposite bank.

Xu Hongyu stood at the bow of the ship, staring coldly at the front. Before the battle, his mentality was unusually stable.

Victory is unquestionable, it is only the size of the casualties.As a qualified commander, you must not only win, but also try your best to let your soldiers return with victory.

The bows of the boat plowed into the sand one after another, and the soldiers jumped down before they could stop, wading up to the sandbar in knee-high water.

The forwards in the commando, the elite among the elite, only had 500 people, but they rushed forward quickly and formed a battle line, blocking the junction between the sandbar and the land.

The empty ship retreated, and the sailors paddled desperately to return to the opposite bank to pick up the next batch of soldiers who landed.

The sandbar protruding into the river is surrounded by water on three sides, and only one side is connected to land.For the Burmese army, there was only a frontal attack to repel the Ming army and drive them across the river.

As for the frontal impact, it has to bear the bombardment of the Ming army's medium and long-range artillery fire.There is no way to solve this, and it is also the reason why the Burmese army dare not occupy the sandbar first, or approach the shore.

The huge gap in weapons and equipment made the Burmese army only rely on local strength advantages to resist the Ming army with limited landing forces.

The sound of horns and war drums sounded from the Burmese army camp, and the Burmese army launched an attack from a wide front. The sparse queue was compacted as it advanced, forming a group of arrows, and slammed towards the sandbar.

Three hundred, five hundred, one thousand... Ships carrying Ming troops landed continuously, and the battle formation became tighter and thicker.

Facing the overwhelming enemy, the soldiers of the Ming army were busy but calm, with heavy muskets erected on both wings and flintlock muskets pointing forward.

In the battlefield of muskets, what is tested is the will and composure of soldiers.The effect of firing at a hundred meters is completely different from firing at tens of meters, but it is not easy to do it.

In the face of menacing enemies, being able to keep your mind steady, not rushing to shoot, and having a strong psychological quality is not easy to develop.

The drill code of the musketeers of the Ming army clearly stipulates that without the order of the officer, the musketeers are not allowed to put their fingers on the trigger.

This maximizes the uniformity of fire launch and avoids the possibility of nervous misfires.You must know that tension is certain on the battlefield, and fires due to tension often happen.

Xu Hongyu's boat was quite tall, and it was moored near the sandbar. He could have a clear view of the battlefield by holding up the binoculars.

"Solid bullets, the left artillery is ready!"

"Solid bullets, the artillery on the right wing is ready!"

The messenger observed the flag and reported to Xu Hongyu.

Holding the binoculars, Xu Hongyu just pursed the corners of his mouth, but did not give an order immediately.

The Burmese army has started shooting, and clouds of white smoke rise up in the formation.According to the range of the musket, this distance is indeed lethal, but the accuracy cannot be guaranteed at all.

According to a well-known military expert, if you shoot a gun from a hundred meters away, God knows where you can hit it?
The battle formation of the Ming army was silent, and the officers held their sabers in their hands, waiting for orders, ready to swing their sabers forward, and ready to hear the roaring gunshots.

On the river, the boats were still shuttling back and forth, two to three hundred people at a time, and the number of Ming troops on the sandbar was constantly increasing.

"Left and right wings, fire!"

Xu Hongyu put down the binoculars, gave orders in a deep voice, and looked at the messenger with majestic eyes.

The flag was sent out quickly, and in less than ten seconds, the artillery spewed out flames and let out a roar.

The Fran cannon fires solid shells, and the range can reach 300 meters; if it is shot..., the effective range is only about [-] meters.

Shells the size of lead balls shot out of the chamber and flew towards the Burmese army from the two wings.Although not as penetrating as the Hongyi cannon, the Burmese soldiers hit by the shells were all bloody, with broken bones and tendons.

As soon as my brother just glanced at it, he felt his stomach churning, fear permeated his whole body, and his legs were a little weak and trembling when he moved forward.

A Burmese soldier who was hit by a shell fell to the ground, his chest and abdomen were bloody, and his internal organs and intestines flowed all over the ground.

The screams and wailing sounded in the formation, shaking Ge Gang's eardrums.

After walking a few steps, the person in front stepped aside, and a corpse with a head turned into a rotten watermelon fell to the ground. My brother hurriedly looked away and jumped further away, for fear of stepping on the blood splashed on the ground.

The two rounds of solid ammunition strikes were just a deterrent to the Burmese soldiers. The Fran's machine guns stopped, replaced their nests, and prepared to launch... shell bombardment.

Hierarchical strikes, the Ming army has mastered this advanced tactic.From artillery rockets more than 1000 meters away to bayonets for close combat, they are all within the strike range.

As soon as the solid shells of the Fran's machine gun stopped, the roar of heavy muskets sounded from both sides of the Ming army's musketeers array.

An officer of the Burmese army fell straight amidst the flying flesh and blood, right next to Ge Gang, who had just heard his password "forward".

It was already the charging distance, and at the same time that the Burmese soldiers began to speed up their pace, the Fran machine gun roared again.

Hundreds of lead bullets swept over in a fan, and the Burmese soldiers in front were like felled wheat, screaming and falling down.

The field of vision was empty, and I just saw the battle formation of the Ming army in front of me, as well as the countless black hole muzzles after simply rejecting the horse.

The sound of cannons continued, and the Fran's machine guns bombarded crazily with the rate of fire until all five broods were wiped out.

The roar of heavy muskets also continued, and the Burmese army officers were knocked down one by one, and the charge just about to be launched was stopped.

But the battle formation of the Burmese army is still heavy, and the casualties in front are just the beginning of the counterattack. Urged by the drums and horns, the Burmese soldiers rushed forward with shouts.

The flag on Xu Hongyu's ship swayed violently, and the heavy pressure and rockets on the other side rose into the air, skimmed the battle formation of the Ming army, landed and exploded 300 meters away from the front of the battle formation.

Clouds of black smoke exploded in the Burmese army formation accompanied by flames. Dirt, rags, flesh and blood, and broken knives and guns were all thrown into the air, and then fell one after another.

According to the accuracy of the artillery rockets, the artillerymen really did not dare to put the distance too close, so as not to accidentally injure friendly troops.

This is another tactic that the Ming army has mastered, blocking.Separate the enemy's battle formation, make its attack unsustainable, and relieve the pressure on the infantry.

The Burmese army in the front was still charging, but those in the middle suffered heavy losses. Under the intensive bombing, they couldn't even maintain the integrity of the battle formation.

"Fire!" "Fire!"...

The gunshots were as dense as popping beans, and in the rising white smoke, countless lead bullets flew out, shooting towards the enemy.

(End of this chapter)