Prodigal Son of the Ming Dynasty

  Chapter 1302 Slaughter

at this time.

  Changpingwei stopped advancing.

   This sudden movement made the Spaniard on the opposite side feel strange.

  Next, they all raised their guns.

  Uncle Fang's 1512 enhanced muskets were all held up.

  The muzzle of the swarthy gun was aimed at the Spanish infantry on the opposite side.

  Sir Francisco has long realized that the opponent also has powerful firearms.

  This added another haze to his trip to Ming Dynasty.

  However... Sir Francisco heaved a sigh of relief when the opponent raised his musket at such a distance.

  The opponent is a little too hasty, this is not within range at all.

  You must know that the fastest-firing matchlock guns use iron bars to load bullets, and matchlock guns also take a few minutes to load bullets.

   Therefore, this firing is a precious opportunity. An excellent commander will often order to fire when he accurately judges that the opponent has reached his best range.

  The Ming army is still not proficient enough.

  Sir Francisco thought so in his heart, he shouted loudly: "Soldiers, move on."

go ahead!

  The artillery fire has stopped. After all, the two sides are getting closer and closer, and rashly firing will cause accidental injury.

  But at this moment...

   slap slap slap...

  Uncle Fang’s 1512 musket sprayed flames from the muzzle.

Do not…

   The really powerful thing is not this.

   Instead...the soldiers in the first row get down.

  The soldiers in the second row squatted on the ground.

  The soldiers in the third row have cat waists.

  The soldiers in the fourth row stood up straight.

   Four rows of soldiers fired simultaneously.

   There are more than two thousand people, neatly arranged in four rows.

  Countless bullets were shot out.

   The smoke filled the air.

  In an instant, the Spanish soldiers who were a hundred steps away fell down like cutting wheat.

   In an instant, hundreds of people were killed or injured.

   "..."

  Sir Francisco was dumbfounded.

   Is there such a fight?

   Shouldn’t it be that the first row shoots, the second row reloads, and the third row continues to reload... Then, take turns shooting.

  The reason for choosing this method is because of this, the matchlock guns have a long time to reload ammunition, and only in this way can they ensure their continuous output of firepower.

   Just like the Spaniards, they have more than a thousand arquebus soldiers, but each salvo can only maintain a scale of three or four hundred people.

  But... the opposite side actually came to shoot directly.

   Awwhhhhhhhhh

   Ugh...

   Around, there are wailing everywhere.

   Countless people wept bitterly.

  Francisco never expected that the opponent's musket had such a long range.

   At this point, the queue has become even more chaotic.

  These brave soldiers suddenly realized something.

   Immediately afterwards, the opponent did not give the Spaniard any respite.

  The soldiers of the Changping Guard in the fourth row quickly pulled the bolt, loaded the bullets that had been prepared into the bomb bay, pulled the bolt, and then...

   This is a suffocating operation.

   slap slap slap slap...

   Before the Spaniard could react, another round of volley was fired.

   More people fell.

  The Spanish soldiers panicked completely.

  The enemy has not yet entered the range of his own, and the opponent's bullets will continue to shoot.

  The crackling gunshots were like a reminder.

  Some Spaniards start to lie down.

  Someone tries to back off.

   There are still people moving forward.

  The entire phalanx was in total chaos.

  What people fear the most is the unknown. Unknown enemies are extremely scary, because you can never figure out the opponent's routines, and you don't know how the opponent will play their cards.

  This is what happened to the Spaniards now.

   Before he could get close, he was beaten up.

   There was a lot of gunfire.

   Sir Francisco was frightened.

  He looked at the enemy ahead in disbelief.

  This short distance of dozens of steps is like a natural moat to him.

   And the other party... is crazily venting bullets.

  Uncle Fang’s 1512 musket, the most terrifying thing about this kind of breech-loading flintlock gun is that it can be easily loaded.

   As a result, countless Spaniards fell in a pool of blood, and the rest subconsciously began to look for bunkers.

   And once they find cover, then... this already means that they are completely finished.

The most fatal weakness of the matchlock gun is that it requires front-loading gunpowder and bullets. Since most barrels of matchlock guns are extremely long, when loading, you must use an iron bar, that is, use an iron bar to insert into the barrel. Compact the gunpowder.

  It is very troublesome for a person to reload ammunition while lying down. In other words, the length of a person's arms is limited, and it is impossible to do this at all.

   At this time, the crackling gunshots continued.

  Under Zhu Houzhao's order, Changping Guards began to move forward. They moved forward step by step, reloading and shooting.

   Sir Francisco did not realize until this moment that he had seen a ghost.

  He thought of Wang Xizuo.

  Thinking of Wang Xizuo's simple and honest smile...

  Soldiers around were constantly being shot.

  The bullet hit the ground, splashed stones, raised dust, pierced through the bodies of countless people, and spattered blood.

   It's over.

   No one is immune.

   This was a one-sided massacre, because...Francisco realized that even if he wanted to retreat, it was impossible.

  He despaired, and roared: "Go on..."

  It's a pity... no one dares to move forward anymore.

  ...

  Emperor Hongzhi looked down the city with a telescope.

  From sweating at the beginning, and then...Emperor Hongzhi's expression began to become weird.

   What he saw was not a battle at all.

  It's like a group of sheep, locked up by lions, and then slaughtered unilaterally.

  Everything...like a dream.

  He saw that in the Spanish phalanx, a person fell down and blood flowed like a river.

  So...he hurriedly turned his direction and looked at the soldiers of Changping Guard.

   What the soldiers are carrying is a long and narrow firecracker... because it is too far away, it can't be seen clearly.

  However, Emperor Hongzhi was almost certain that this was a very sharp weapon.

  Before that, they were just a group of sheep-like Changping Guards, but now they have been completely reborn.

  They kept moving forward, shooting and killing people who tried to stand up and run away.

   So that fewer and fewer Spaniards stood up, and occasionally a Spaniard stood up, and soon became a hornet's nest.

   And just then...

  He saw a heroic figure.

  In the situation where muskets were shooting everywhere, a man, riding a horse, rushed to the front of the queue like a heroic knight with a long knife in his hands.

  That is...Fang Jifan...

  Looking at Fang Jifan's heroic appearance...Emperor Hongzhi was suddenly moved.

   Jifan is still very... heroic.

  As Changpingwei approached step by step.

  They stopped shooting, and after that, they raised the bayonet on the musket, the bright bayonet...

  The Spaniards on the ground also tried to stand up and fight the approaching Ming army.

  But...the soldiers of Changping Guard did not give them any chance, and stabbed them fiercely with bayonets.

   Soon, the body of the person on the ground who wanted to stand up began to shake, and finally... there was no more sound.

   "Come on, old man, take a look, old man, take a look."

  Behind him, someone was holding a binoculars, and someone wanted to **** the binoculars in his hand.

  But the person holding the telescope refused to give it, and grabbed his own telescope stubbornly.

   "Scholar Wang, why are you so stingy?"

  The person holding the binoculars was Wang Bushi. Wang Bushi said, "I bought this binoculars from Mr. Xiao. It's one thousand taels of silver. Why did you grab it if you didn't buy it yourself?"

  The man showed a look of shame on his face, but he was not convinced, and he was probably muttering in his heart, is it great to be rich, hmph.

  The rest of the officials couldn't see what happened below, but they all looked at Xiao Jing with resentment.

Xiao Jing smiled and groaned: "Yes, yes, there are only one thousand or two silver, yeah, so wonderful, so exciting, you can't see anything, this ... it is really eye -opening, this is simply ... it is simply ... simply…"

   As he spoke, he also raised a telescope and looked down the city.

   All the officials felt as if they were scratching their hearts when they heard it.

  But... one thousand taels of silver, on the market, a telescope is only three taels, how about grabbing it?

   Shen Wen couldn't hold back anymore.

  My son-in-law is still under the city, and I don't know what happened. And...the son-in-law still owes him money, and he doesn't know if he will pay it back in the future. He stomped his feet anxiously, and was reluctant to buy a telescope, so he said, "Your Majesty..."

  Emperor Hongzhi held up the binoculars and seemed to be fascinated by the sights, and made strange sounds like 'eh' and 'ah' from time to time.

   "Your Majesty, Eunuch Xiao, he is simply messing around, Your Majesty, you don't care about it." Shen Wen is a relative of the emperor, and he is not afraid of Xiao Jing, so he will inevitably speak up.

   All the officials nodded one after another, although they were silent, but their eyes seemed to say, yes, Xiao Jing, this old dog, is not a good thing either.

  Emperor Hongzhi was still unaware, and made a tut-tsk sound: "Okay, okay... Great work, great work... Not good... Jifan, Jifan..."

  After hearing the word Jifan, someone finally couldn't help it.

   "I'll buy it." It was Ma Wensheng.

   Ma Wensheng said, "I owe you."

  Xiao Jing cheered up: "It's okay to owe, the interest rate of Xishan Bank."

  Wensheng Ma: "..."

   Fortunately, a few days ago, Ma Wensheng earned a fortune in the shares of Xingfu Group. He is the Minister of the Ministry of War, how could he be indifferent to the war happening in front of him.

   Finally gritted his teeth: "Okay."

   Xiao Jing snapped his fingers, our **** brought a new telescope.

   Ma Wensheng took it, sighed inwardly, and hurriedly held up the binoculars and looked down.

   Sure enough...he saw Fang Jifan at a glance.

  Fang Jifan is so outstanding, everyone else walks, only he is riding on a horse, wielding a saber in his hand, galloping screamingly... huh? What about the Spaniards?

   When he lowered his head, he realized that the Spaniards were lying on the ground, almost powerless to fight back.

   "Duke Qi, you are really brave. From this point of view, I don't know how many beheads he has beheaded."

   This time, Emperor Hongzhi seemed to hear the truth, and said with great interest: "Seventeen."

  Shen Wen was angry, and immediately said: "Your Majesty, I have something to do..."

   "Ah... tsk tsk tsk..." Emperor Hongzhi started to wander again, making a weird sound.

  (end of this chapter)