Prodigal Son of the Ming Dynasty

  Chapter 1301 Meeting on a Narrow Road

  The Spanish infantry quickly set up their positions.

   Their fighting style is convenient and simple.

   Just like when they swept the world and defeated the French and Swiss mercenaries.

   At this time, the Spaniards had reached their peak military power.

  Franji Continent, for hundreds of years, has never stopped, a small dozen a year, a big dozen every three years.

   This made all the countries of Franz realize the necessity of the military. Just like in the Warring States Period, countries put almost all their resources into the military in order to rise and compete for supremacy.

  Any military theory will inevitably be eliminated within ten years, and then a new military theory will rise again, and then, it will be imitated by all countries.

   Every weapon, once it is tested and effective in war, all countries will use all their resources and best craftsmen to imitate it.

  Out of the country is invincible to foreign patients, and the country perishes.

  These words are the true portrayal of Frangji.

   Right now, after this high-intensity competition, the master is the Spanish Army.

  They absorbed all the war essence of Franji at present, they recruited and hired the most robust soldiers, and their weapons, in Franji, were almost half a generation ahead of his neighbors.

   And this Spanish infantry regiment dispatched to Daming is the elite of the elite.

  At this moment, the arquebus soldiers were ready, and the drums sounded.

   Following the rhythm of the drumbeat, the soldiers quickly changed from a loose formation to a compact and dense formation.

  Their oval steel helmets were stuffed with feathers, and the half-body armor protected their vital positions. Then, their leather boots stepped on the mud, shouting, and lined up.

  Two thousand people, the order is the same, as one person.

  The royal flag representing the royal family has been raised, and the officer wearing the medal is holding his rapier and shouting in Spanish.

  Under the sun, the beautiful armor shone with silver light.

  The soldiers reloaded quickly, and quickly adopted the latest iron bars.

  Their latest gunpowder is extremely powerful. This is the best gunpowder ratio preserved after countless war experiences.

  The iron pellets were stuffed into the firecracker.

   Not far away, the artillery has been recalibrated, aiming at the direction of Changpingwei.

  The soldiers formed a square formation.

  The spearmen vigilantly guarded the left and right wings.

  Sir Francisco is majestic. He still wears his three-cornered hat. The feathers on the hat are extraordinarily dazzling, like a peacock spreading its tail.

"Our Father, may your name be renown, may your will be done among men, on every continent, and on every island, may your children triumph over the heathen, may we be your shield, your sword, conquer this fertile soil overflowing with honey and milk!"

  Sir Francisco drew his rapier: "Forward!"

   Wow... Wow...

  Countless soldiers began to march forward in neat steps.

  The gunners are ready, and they have started to calibrate, shape the bullets, and boom...

  The earth is trembling...

  …

  Changping Wei was unmoved.

  Although the cannons were rumbling, they had already formed a queue.

  They are different from the Spaniards. Except for the artillery team, almost everyone in Changpingwei uses firecrackers.

  Even if it is the Spaniards, their arquebus soldiers only account for 60 to 70%, which is a high enough proportion.

  Da Ming's Shenji Battalion is also a professional firearms army, and its firearms account for only 40%.

   And here, everyone holds muskets.

  A well-made musket adopts the rear-loading flint firing technique of the short revolver.

  The barrel of the musket is long and narrow, half the height of a person, which abandons the advantage of bursts of short guns, but greatly improves the range and accuracy.

  The inner wall of the barrel is still rifled.

   As a result, its effective range is more than double that of ordinary muskets, and its accuracy and power are amazing.

   At the tip of the muzzle of the musket is a bayonet connected to the muzzle.

  At this moment...

  With a bang, a shell crashed into the Changping Guard's team.

   Two unfortunate soldiers fall to the ground.

  But... the entire queue is fairly stable, and there is no confusion.

  Zhu Houzhao was riding a horse, concentrating on it. He and Fang Jifan pressed the battle. Zhu Houzhao shouted: "Don't mess up, come according to the drill time, and prepare...the artillery in the rear team, why haven't they responded yet?"

   This time, Zhu Houzhao looked very calm.

  This is a brand new way of fighting, be steady!

  Fang Jifan galloped back and forth, yelling, his throat was about to smoke. He eagerly observed the formation of Changping Guard, fearing that a black sheep would appear, which would cause chaos in the team.

   "Slaughter these Franji Tartars, we, Fang Jifan, will bring you a happy new year. Have you ever eaten beef? I will let you eat it for three days."

   "Take a step back." Fang Jifan yelled: "But don't blame me for being rude, the recruiter is clear, we, Fang Jifan, are not afraid of death, go forward, go forward."

   More than two months of training was enough to ensure that the army had a certain degree of organization, and they began to move forward.

  The Spaniards' artillery rumbled and kept shooting here.

  Zhu Houzhao was very annoyed. Changping Wei's reaction was still slow, and the artillery team hadn't been calibrated yet... This is a big loss.

  …

   And at this time...

  In the city of Tianjin.

   The stunned defenders frantically went to report.

   After that, Emperor Hongzhi appeared on the tower.

   "I knew it, I knew it..." Emperor Hongzhi was speechless.

  Although it was a decree, Emperor Hongzhi was clear about his son's virtues.

   "Your Majesty, it's dangerous here, please Your Majesty..." Xiao Jing stepped forward, a little anxious.

   "Go away." Emperor Hongzhi watched the artillery fire outside the city, and the two dark teams gradually began to approach.

  Emperor Hongzhi gritted his teeth. At this moment, how could he return to the city with peace of mind.

  Hundred officials followed Emperor Hongzhi and stood on the tower, trembling one by one.

  This tower still has traces of artillery fire.

  If at this time, the Fran robot turned the muzzle...then...

   Someone looked down at the city cautiously, almost fainting.

   Sure enough, they are the prince's men.

  At this moment, almost everyone was praying in their hearts, praying for His Royal Highness to have more military talents, although before that, everyone was still worried and contemptuous about the prince leading troops.

  Thieves are menacing.

   Not to mention, once the army is defeated, His Royal Highness and Duke Qi are afraid that their lives will be lost.

  And once the Spaniards continue to attack the city, God knows whether the Warriors Battalion can withstand it.

  Even if they have confidence in the Warrior Battalion, the matter is of great importance, not trivial.

What worries them the most is that His Royal Highness is bringing Changping Guard. Among the armies of Ming Dynasty, Changping Guard is really like an ant. big expectations.

  Emperor Hongzhi said: "The matter is urgent, immediately order the Warrior Battalion to prepare for the attack."

   "Your Majesty, don't open the city gates. Once the city is opened for a decisive battle, what should we do if the Spaniards enter the city? Your Majesty is the body of gold, and there is no room for any mistakes."

   "Yes, Your Majesty... must not enter the city."

  Emperor Hongzhi trembled with anger.

  He felt that his death might not be long.

   Sooner or later, Zhu Houzhao will be **** to death.

   He gritted his teeth and stared at the city.

  The Spanish artillery, like a rain of bullets, fell into the formation of Changping Guard.

  Every time it fell, Emperor Hongzhi's heart skipped a beat, God knows if it hit Zhu Houzhao's head.

  But at this moment...

  Boom...

  The Changping Guard Artillery began to fight back.

  Although they practiced day and night, they were still a little panicked when they encountered such an emergency situation. Dozens of artillery roared.

  At this moment, the earth seemed to be trembling.

  Emperor Hongzhi's heart jumped even more.

   In mid-air, the shells with tail flames headed towards the Spanish phalanx.

   Immediately afterwards, the shells fell.

  Boom...

  Flower bomb...

   After landing, the explosion exploded again.

  The nearby Spaniards were instantly blown away by the air waves, gunpowder smoke, and shrapnel, and dozens of them fell to the ground.

  The power of the flower bomb caused some confusion in the formation of the Franc robot.

  The power is too great, killing one piece at a time.

   Fortunately, the Changping Guard's artillery is not accurate enough, it seems... needs to be recalibrated.

  Boom...

  The artillery is still roaring.

   At this moment, Sir Francisco began to frown, and he sensed a little bad feeling.

   "They can continue to attack despite our artillery fire. Your Excellency, what's going on? Didn't you say that their army will collapse at the first touch?"

  The root of the army lies in its organization. A well-organized army can be calm in times of crisis, attack in an orderly manner, and accomplish its own goals.

   Therefore, some armies will disintegrate as soon as they come into contact and suffer casualties. However, the elite army can still maintain a neat formation under the environment of heavy artillery fire.

  Sir Francisco realized at this time that the Ming army in front of him was not simple. He turned his head viciously and roared at Wang Xizuo.

  But found behind...

   "..."

  Francisco Peerless was a little confused.

  He actually started to be in a trance.

   people.

  He was still here just now, a living person in good condition.

   Now… where did he go.

   "..."

Sir Francisco first went from being puzzled to furious. Then, he gritted his teeth and let out a curse that was not commensurate with his status. He raised his binoculars and looked around. Then, he saw More than two hundred steps away, a figure running faster than a rabbit.

   "..."

   "Damn LIUMANG, liar!"

   Sir Francisco was in despair at this moment.

   But the reality is that he is no longer allowed to continue to pursue Wang Xizuo.

  Because...the infantry on both sides have already begun to touch each other, getting closer and closer, and they can almost see each other's face.

   One hundred and fifty steps!

  The Spanish infantry still marched forward. They began to taste the power of the Changpingwei artillery. After the first trial firing, they recalibrated and the artillery began to become more and more proficient.

   One dozen one quasi!

  (end of this chapter)