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"Give me some sand~"
Outside the capital of Higo Kingdom, thousands of samurai and warriors from the Otomo family quickly rushed towards the Ming army. The leading spearmen were holding long spears and carrying flags. Their short stature and this long The spear looks even dwarfed in comparison.
"The distance is 400 feet~"
"The distance is 300 feet~"
Huo Yun was holding the musket, with sweat on his forehead. All the muscles in his body were tight. His eyes were fixed on the Japanese who were charging ahead. The cold light on the spear was shining. There was no doubt that once he was stabbed, he would be killed. He must be able to stab himself through.
Huo Yun could clearly feel that the people around him were very nervous just like him. It was their first time on the battlefield and they had only been training for a few months. Even though they had fired muskets many times, every target practice was done. , Huo Yun¡¯s results are very good.
But when it came to actual combat, he still couldn't help but tremble. He could hear someone's teeth chattering continuously. Especially as the distance got closer, he could clearly see the facial expressions of the Japanese. At this time, everyone became more nervous.
"Hold still, no one is allowed to fire without orders~"
The person responsible for directing the shooting was Zhang Lun, the grandson of the British Duke Zhang Mao. He had been on the battlefield and had killed pirates and Japanese pirates when he followed the fleet to Ryukyu. Although he was nervous at this time, he was much better.
His voice was very loud, he held a sword in his hand and was wearing an officer's uniform. He looked very calm.
"The distance is 200 feet~"
"The distance is 100 feet~"
Finally, the Japanese rushing in front will soon enter the shooting range. The new flintlock musket has an effective range of nearly 50 feet, which is a distance of almost 150 meters.
This distance is naturally insignificant compared to the guns of later generations, but in this era, it is definitely a very terrifying range. You must know that the range of ordinary fire guns is only a few dozen meters, and it is difficult to exceed a distance of 100 meters.
Being able to exceed a distance of one hundred and fifty meters means that it has a great advantage in war and can have more distance to shoot and kill the enemy.
"The distance is 50 feet~"
Soon, the Japanese, who were shouting slogans and attacking continuously, came within shooting range, but Zhang Lun was not in a hurry to open fire.
At this distance, the accuracy is poor and the power is limited. Firing will only waste bullets.
"The distance is 20 feet~"
Everything about the enemy is clearly visible. The short stature and thick thighs look a bit funny. There is also a warrior wearing armor next to him, holding a Japanese sword, and he looks extremely fierce.
"First team, aim~"
Zhang Lun shouted coldly. When Huo Yun heard this, he immediately aimed at a samurai holding a Japanese sword.
"Fire~"
As soon as Zhang Lun's voice fell, the flag bearer waved his flag heavily.
¡°Bang~¡±
Almost instantly, a thousand soldiers in the first echelon opened fire instantly, and billowing smoke rose into the sky.
"Wow~"
The charging Japanese were like a wave hitting a solid rock. Hundreds of Japanese who were charging at the front instantly fell down, with blood splattering everywhere.
"Second team, aim~"
"Fire~"
Zhang Lun had no expression on his face and gave the order coldly. Soon another burst of smoke rose, and a thousand lead pellets were ruthlessly shot at the Japanese who were attacking, and they were again released into hundreds of people.
Immediately, the entire charging Japanese army became sparse. Two rounds of shooting took away hundreds of Japanese, and the total charging army was only more than a thousand people.
While Huo Yun was reloading quickly, he also looked towards the Japanese army. The warrior he was targeting fell in a pool of blood, with a hole in his chest and blood flowing out. This made him couldn't help but smile.
"Team 3, aim~"
"Fire~"
Zhang Lun shouted mechanically.
As he finished speaking, a burst of intense gunfire rang out, and the number of Japanese who rushed over was reduced by several hundred.
For such an intensive charge, for them, there is no need to aim at all, they only need to shoot at the place where the opponent is crowded.
Like waves of wheat, the thousands of charging troops were harvested by muskets in three waves, and all the Japanese were immediately stunned.
"Look at the fallen Japanese around you. They are bleeding and corpses are everywhere. There are small holes in their bodies. Some of them are still in painNot even the hors d'oeuvres.
Throughout the capital city of Higo Kingdom, the sound of fighting continued, but it soon subsided. The Ming army that rushed in was like locusts and began to continuously search for Japanese people throughout the city. As long as they saw Japanese people, they would kill them without hesitation. Go up.
The ordinary Japanese have already left, and the remaining ones are all members of the Otomo family, or samurai, soldiers, etc. who are loyal to the Otomo family.
After killing the Japanese in Dayou's family, the Ming army began to look for valuables such as gold, silver, jewelry, antique calligraphy and paintings like crazy. This was also what Liu Jin acquiesced to.
Anyway, if these things are not taken away, they will be burned to pieces. In this case, it is better to take advantage of our own people. After all, this time, the number of people in the Dayou family is too small, and it is not enough to appetize them. Most of the Ming Army companies Not a single head was caught.
"I'm really poor, I haven't even found anything decent~"
Teams of Ming troops continued to search houses one after another. However, except for the house of Dayou's family, there was nothing valuable in the houses of other Japanese people. The Japanese people in this era were similar to the Ming people, and ordinary people were poor. , even worse than the people of Ming Dynasty.
The billowing smoke began to rise continuously, and the raging flames began to engulf the houses in the entire city. Teams of Ming soldiers carried large and small bags, talking and laughing with each other with contentment and smiles on their faces. (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com