Imperial Master of the Ming Dynasty

After saying that, Zhu Yong waved his hand, and although he was still a young man, his tone was exactly like his father's: "Listen to me! Today, we are going to beat these bastards to death!"

With the obstruction of the city defense force composed of Coast Guard soldiers, the White Lotus Thieves were unable to rush over for a while, and the Fire Gun Team was able to line up calmly on the street.

The moonlight is bright tonight, and there are fires rising into the sky in the city. Although the light is a little worse than during the day, it does not affect the formation of the three-stage attack of the soldiers.

According to their daily training, the fire gunners skillfully filled the primer pot on the right side of the matchlock gun and closed the lid of the primer pot. Then they unfastened the fixed small bottle from their waists and twisted the gun. Open the wooden cork and pour the propellant into the matchlock gun from the mouth of the gun.

Finally, the lead is stuffed in, the purge rod is pulled out from under the barrel, the projectiles and propellant are compacted, and the ignition rope is ignited.

All this sounds slow, but in fact, for well-trained professional soldiers, it is just a matter of a few steps. After several months of high-intensity training, muscle memory has already been formed.

The fire gunmen each stood waiting for Zhu Yong's order, while some of the sword and shield men equipped with cold weapons still guarded both sides of the fire gun array to prevent being surprised by the enemy.

"How you usually train, do it now!"

Zhu Yong looked at the gunmen beside him: "Brothers, did you hear clearly? This is our first time to fight with real guns, don't embarrass me!"

"Don't worry, head!"

The military music officer of the Western musketeer formation usually uses drum beats to remind the army to maintain the formation. When traveling to the East, it is natural to use musical instruments with a distinctive oriental style.

For example, suona.

Suona is a solo instrument with Chinese characteristics. It has the characteristics of loud volume and bright timbre. Even on a chaotic battlefield, it can still drown out all kinds of noisy sounds.

As Zhu Yong issued the order, a sad music suddenly sounded on the long street.

The suona player puffed up his cheeks and played the instrument in his hand with all his strength.

When the suona sounds, parents raise money in vain.

"woo woo woo woo……"

As the sound of the suona grew further and further away, the originally noisy battlefield around them gradually became silent.

In fact, not only the city defense troops, but also the White Lotus thieves knew what kind of music it was.

The actual military song of the Yan Army was adapted from the classic song by Li Shimin of the Tang Dynasty.

——"The Music of King Yan Breaking the Formation"!

The rhythm of the music is extremely distinct, and the sound waves are louder than the last.

The city defense troops in front saw friendly troops behind them coming for reinforcements. Although they had never seen a gunman in battle, they could no longer hold on at this time, so they naturally retreated to both sides to rest and recuperate.

Seeing that the friendly troops in front retreated, the fire gunners advanced dozens of steps and adjusted their formation, lighting the match ropes in their hands. The match ropes were designed to be fixed on the match rope clamps. Since the lid of the primer pot was closed at this time, There is no need to worry about the sparks from the match rope igniting the primer and causing a fire.

The White Lotus thieves looked at each other. They had never seen this strange army lined up in three rows, and they had no idea what the other party wanted to do.

However, according to the instinct of the White Lotus thief, since the opponent's Ming army has formed a formation, it is natural for them to have a fierce battle with real swords and guns.

"A vacuum hometown, a birthless mother."

Chen Wenliang, the helmsman of the White Lotus Sect, rushed forward with hundreds of followers, shouting loudly at the same time. Each of their eyes was red, as if they were going to devour all living things in front of them.

“When we meet on a narrow road, the brave one wins!”

"Kill..."

The White Lotus thieves roared and pounced forward. As the elite of the White Lotus Sect, they mostly used simple and crude long-pole weapons such as broadswords, spears, and axes, but few long-range means such as bows and crossbows. Therefore, their fighting The method mainly focuses on close combat.

Of course, these people are the elites of the White Lotus Sect who have been raised with a lot of money. They are naturally different from the grassroots bandits who roam the mountains and forests on the front line of Taihu Lake. There is no doubt about the tactical quality of these White Lotus thieves. At least, during the charge, they also maintained relative stability. Complete formation, this is already something that most rebels cannot do.

From a distance, it looks like a moving fortress.

They know very well that as long as the distance is shortened, no matter how powerful the Ming army is, they can't do anything to them. For them, the Ming army usually has the advantage of powerful crossbows, so only close combat is the safest and most labor-saving attack. Way.

However, what surprised the White Lotus thieves was that the opponent did not choose to release the crossbow from a distance.

The other party seems not to realize the advantages and disadvantages of both parties at all!

Perhaps, the other party's courage has been frightened? !

Thinking of this, the White Lotus thieves became even more excited. They kept approaching and running wildly, hoping that the weapons in their hands would attack their opponents mercilessly until they were forced into a desperate situation.

"Brothers, rush with me!"

Chen Wenliang had a loud voice and liked to personally direct battles. He held a machete and took the lead in charging forward with five or six personal guards. He even wore a pair of iron armor.

Chen Wenliang's personal guards were all orphans he had gathered since childhood and rescued from beggars' dens. Therefore, they all looked like desperate men. Even if they were stabbed, they would grit their teeth and follow him forward.

"Ah ha... kill!"

Chen Wenliang took the lead and danced with machete like a tiger.

However, what made Chen Wenliang's heart skip a beat was the cold eyes of those Ming soldiers dozens of steps away.

Something doesn't feel right?

The Ming army standing in neat formation on the opposite side did not seem to be frightened.

But when Chen Wenliang realized this, it was already too late.

"aim!"

After Zhu Yong finished speaking, he took the lead in raising his gun and aiming.

"emission!!!"

Zhu Yong roared and pulled the trigger.

All gunners pulled the triggers at the same time. When the match rope fell, the lid of the primer pot was opened, the primer ignited the propellant, and the projectile roared out along the barrel of the gun.

In order to prevent the gunpowder from burning the eyes and the glare of the fire, the gunner closed his eyes at the last moment of shooting.

But that doesn't affect anything.

"boom!"

The dull sound of gunfire rang out.

Chen Wenliang saw the head of the White Lotus thief closest to him explode, with blood flying everywhere, red and white.

"Bang bang bang!"

Dense projectiles burst out from the muzzle of the Yongle First Year style matchlock gun, sweeping towards the group of White Lotus thieves like locusts crossing the border.

Pfft, pfft, pfft.

Blood spurts out, and flesh and blood fly everywhere.

One after another, holes were punched into the bodies of the White Lotus thieves.

"Brothers, kill those bastards!"

The other fire gunmen in the row behind also shouted angrily, pulling the triggers, and the match rope guns spit out tongues of fire one after another.

The long street was filled with the sound of gunpowder, the smell of gunpowder was strong, and the air was filled with gunpowder smoke.

Blood spurted out from the White Lotus thief who charged in front of him, and his screams continued incessantly.

Although those White Lotus thieves can be said to be well-trained, how can they withstand the fire suppression of the elite fire gunners of the fire gun team?

In just over ten steps on the road, dozens of people were killed by gunshots. They fell to the ground as weakly as wheat. In an instant, the streets were dyed red with blood, and the strong smell of blood filled the air, which was nauseating.

On the other hand, the fire gun team led by Zhu Yong, although there were few people, was equipped with the most advanced firearms at the moment, and had sufficient and hard training. The White Lotus thieves suffered heavy losses in one round of shooting, and they hurriedly avoided it.

Seeing that the opponent's momentum was blocked, the gunmen in the first and second rows could not contain their excitement while reloading gunpowder and lead bullets.

"Haha, what a pleasure!"

A soldier shouted excitedly: "Brothers, load up the gunpowder quickly and kill these idiots!"

"The ones we beat are these White Lotus thieves!"

The soldiers behind him were equally excited.

"Are these guys so powerful?"

The White Lotus Thief Zuo Protector Niu Zhen, who was supervising the battle behind him, looked at the two parties fighting on the street in the distance and couldn't help but frown.

There is no doubt about the strength of these White Lotus Sect elites. Even if they are not as good as the Ming army, they will not be much inferior. Unless the opponent's number exceeds theirs, Niu Zhen has this confidence. The opponent is definitely not their opponent, but Zhu Yong's performance just now is To his shock, a single volley of firearms cost them dozens of casualties.

Unlike those ordinary White Lotus thieves who don't know what the opponent is using, as Zuo Zhen, Niu Zhen certainly knows that it is a fire gun.

"Hmph, I didn't expect that the Ming army also prepared fire guns. Unfortunately, you can only fire one volley. When you get close, what will you use to fight me?"

Niu Zhen gritted his teeth as he looked at the White Lotus Army that was gradually approaching the Ming Army's formation.

"Is this Jiang Xinghuo's trump card? But even so, you can't even hope to save this city tonight."

Niu Zhen's eyes showed coldness, and he immediately ordered: "Everyone listens to the order, immediately moves forward to reinforce, and in one go, kill this Ming army that dares to block the road!"

When the hundreds of White Lotus thieves around him heard this, they immediately formed a formation and moved forward for reinforcements.

At the forefront of the long street, Chen Wenliang, who directed the battle of the White Lotus Thieves, luckily escaped the first salvo, and the lead bullets fired in the second salvo were also blocked by his iron armor and silk lining.

Despite this, Chen Wenliang still felt as if his abdomen had been hit by a battering ram, and the pain was excruciating.

This group of Ming troops had a strong will to fight.

He endured the pain and commanded: "Give me the order to divide into three groups! Attack from the left and right! On the left and right, you guys go and entangle these Ming troops!"

"yes!"

The remaining guards around them gestured, and the hundreds of White Lotus thieves began to disperse their formation.

I have to say that Chen Wenliang's decision was very correct.

Because spreading the charge in this way can not only hit the weak flanks of the Ming army, but also effectively prevent personnel from being killed by intensive firepower.

However, the guards soldiers who got a moment of respite next to them saw the right opportunity and stopped the White Lotus bandits from dividing their troops on the two wings.

As a result, the more than 200 White Lotus thieves in the front showed a situation of going deep alone.

"Bang bang bang!"

The sound of the suona became more and more shrill, the fire gun team began their rampage, and the white lotus thieves fell in pieces.

Not only that, when the fire gun team took turns to shoot, it was clear that there was a shooting gap, and the White Lotus thief finally saw the hope of approaching the melee area.

--However!

There was also a special force of eighty people who attacked from the flank!

They are charging light cavalry composed of more than a hundred war horses (military horses + pack horses). These Ming soldiers hold scimitars, galloping horses, and suddenly appear on the battlefield like lightning.

"kill!"

With a roar, Wang Bin took the lead, holding a scimitar in his hand, and slashed at the White Lotus thief.

A big head flew in the air. After a breath, it hit the ground heavily, causing a burst of dust.

"Come on!"

Amidst the roars, the charging cavalry rushed into the group of White Lotus thieves like arrows, their sharp blades flying in their hands, harvesting their lives like wheat.

The screams caused by the scimitars piercing the flesh and the horses trampling them resounded through the night sky.

The cavalry charged forward without hesitation. Wherever they passed, the White Lotus thieves were caught off guard and corpses were everywhere.

Screams came one after another, coming from all directions.

Some of the White Lotus thieves even began to flee in panic, as if they were scared out of their wits.

"Can't retreat! Can't retreat!"

Chen Wenliang wiped the blood from his face, managed to stand up, stabilized the formation of the White Lotus Thieves forward, gritted his teeth and continued to charge forward.

Seeing the general charging forward with a machete in his hand, these White Lotus thieves, who had been hit hard by the gun and cavalry teams one after another, mustered up their last courage and continued to charge.

In fact, these White Lotus thieves can really be called "elite" if they can survive this casualty ratio without collapsing.

However, this was indeed their last breath.

Because in the consciousness of these White Lotus thieves, the Ming army, a long-range force, cannot fight in close combat.

Therefore, as long as they rush to the front of the Ming army and drag the war into a close-quarters fight, they will surely win the final victory with their rich experience and reckless recklessness!

However, they were wrong. After paying a frightening price of more than thirty lives, what greeted them was a forest of spears!

However, to be precise, it should be the blunderbuss sword array!

"The Fire Gun Team is ready to meet the enemy!"

"Blade and Shield Hands prepare to attack!"

The junior officers in the Ming army also roared, and they ordered their men to draw up their posture and prepare for the attack.

At this time, many people among the White Lotus thieves had fallen, and the formation had become very sparse, but the remaining people still did not stop charging while fanatically shouting "Vacuum Hometown, Wusheng Old Mother".

Even if they have already seen it now, ahead is the steel forest composed of the Ming army's blunderbuss.

However, is there any way out at this time? In other words, in the face of life and death, who would care too much? !

Soon, from both sides of the Ming army's front, there were screams one after another.

Immediately afterwards, corpses fell into a pool of blood.

In hand-to-hand combat, they were also no match for the Ming army.

The last belief in the White Lotus Thief's heart was shattered, and his morale suddenly dropped to the lowest point.

Under such a desperate blow, no matter how brave the White Lotus Thieves were, they could not escape the fate of being annihilated.

At this time, Chen Wenliang finally felt desperate. He knew that his army was finished...

At this time, there were not many people around Chen Wenliang.

He cast his peripheral vision around him. Except for the dozen or so comrades around him, the rest basically fell to the ground. Some of them had broken arms and some had lost their legs. All in all, they were all in pain. The ultimate look.

Seeing this scene, Chen Wenliang suddenly felt deep regret in his heart.

This was his first opportunity to lead troops in battle as a general. He originally wanted to use this meritorious service to take a further step in the White Lotus Sect, but now he could only watch his brothers fall one by one, and he was powerless.

"Brothers, follow me, let's go to Wu Sheng's old mother to report!"

Chen Wenliang drew his sword and chopped off a gunman in front of him, and roared at the White Lotus thief beside him.

However, just when this group of White Lotus thieves took a step forward and tried to continue to attack the Fire Gun Team's blunderbuss forest needlessly, they suddenly felt the air trembling violently.

It was not the sound of cavalry charging. These cavalry bypassed them and were blocking the White Lotus bandits behind them.

Chen Wenliang raised his head, and a cannonball passed over his head and flew behind him.

Just when the cavalry and the White Lotus bandits coming up from behind were about to collide, suddenly, a majestic and vast force swept around.

In an instant, the originally noisy street became extremely quiet.

At this time, a distant voice came over.

"boom!"

Several bronze field cannons roared and fired one after another.

Amidst the terrifying loud noise, a huge projectile tore through the air and hit the ground.

"Boom!!!"

With a loud noise, the fire burst out, and the nearby house suddenly collapsed. A huge boulder fell down, crushing a few unlucky people.

Another shotgun hit the group of White Lotus thieves.

In an instant, wails filled the field, and clouds of blood mist spewed out.

Not far behind the Fire Gun Team, National Master Jiang Xinghuo, riding a small gray horse, appeared on the long street, personally leading his bodyguards.

This scene instantly boosted the morale of the musketry team, the cavalry team, and the city defense army composed of guardsmen.

When the city defense troops who were beaten were in a state of embarrassment, their eyes widened with ecstasy, and some even couldn't help shouting excitedly.

"The Imperial Guard is here with reinforcements!"

"Is it a miracle to be invincible with one shot?"

"This power is simply incredible."

The White Lotus Sect reinforcements led by Niu Zhen in front were torn apart by several bronze cannons.

The guardsmen, who usually made a living by fishing and farming, looked at this scene in shock. Their hearts were filled with shock and they could not calm down for a long time.

"Hahaha, so happy, so happy."

Zhu Yong looked up to the sky and roared, excited.

"The Imperial Master is indeed here. If I had known that the White Lotus Thief could be defeated so easily, why would the Imperial Master be allowed to temporarily avoid the edge?"

At this time, Zhang Anshi also came back. He said with a smile: "The Imperial Master said, let him avoid the edge temporarily? It must be the White Lotus Thief to avoid our edge!"

"From now on, who dares to look down on the actual combat effectiveness of our Fire Gun Team?"

"We will prove it to the whole world!"

Zhang Anshi became more and more excited as he spoke, and couldn't help but want to beat his chest: "I will definitely win this battle. Anyone who dares to stop me will be killed by me."

Zhu Yong laughed and commanded the fire gunner to eliminate the enemy in front of him. Under the guidance of the suona, he pressed forward with neat steps, and then continued to fire at the White Lotus Thief.

At the other end, civil servants such as Song Li and Huang Ziwei also rushed over.

"Master Imperial Master!"

Jiang Xinghuo sat on his horse, admiring the scene of lining up to kill with satisfaction.

When Jiang Xinghuo ordered the destruction of the statues today, something deep in his heart seemed to emerge, or in other words, became more alive.

——This is the war that pleases him!

To deal with enemies, the efficiency of using cold weapons to eliminate them is simply too slow.

When developing science and technology, what you enjoy is the pleasure of dimensionality reduction.

"No need to pay homage, let's take a look. Can you tell any secrets?"

A group of local civil servants in Songjiang Prefecture saw a row of gunmen on the street from a distance, raining down bullets on the White Lotus bandit at the end of the street.

"hiss----"

Seeing this scene, even though Song Li had seen fire guns before, he couldn't help but take a breath.

"How come these firecrackers are so powerful?"

"How can they fire so many projectiles at the same time and still hit them so far and so accurately?"

Huang Ziwei, the prefect of Songjiang, looked at this scene with dumbfounded eyes, feeling very unreal.

You know, the fire blunderbuss he had seen before had an extremely slow firing speed and a range of only twenty steps. They also needed to be equipped with very heavy projectiles, and they needed to be controlled with extreme caution when using them, otherwise they would easily explode. .

But Zhu Yong and the other musketeers acted like magic. The three platoons took turns shooting, and no one exploded. It seemed that the shortcomings of the previous fire muskets had no impact on them at all.

"What are their backgrounds?"

The Shanghai magistrate couldn't help but gasp.

He had heard of the name of the Fire Gun Team under the National Preceptor. It was said that it was an elite force specially trained by the imperial court with money, and it had good combat effectiveness.

But he never thought that the other party would have such terrifying lethality!

The combat effectiveness they currently display is not weaker than any of the Ming Dynasty's most elite troops.

At this moment, facing the remaining White Lotus thieves, Zhu Yong and the others had completely gained the upper hand. Matchlock muskets were pouring out bullets like poisonous snakes spitting messages.

Not only that, the city defense army nearby also organized crossbowmen to throw arrows wildly at the White Lotus Thief. For a while, the arrows roared across the sky, taking away many lives.

Although some of the White Lotus thieves were protected by armor, they did not dare to risk resistance in the face of the overwhelming rain of iron filings and arrows. They hid behind the houses and tried to counterattack later.

"Damn it, you idiots! You actually learned to avoid it!"

Zhu Yong cursed angrily, and immediately ordered to the guards around him: "Tell the imperial master to fire the cannon and blast the motherfucker!"

"yes!"

Several personal guards agreed and quickly found Jiang Xinghuo and told the frontline commander's request.

"good."

Jiang Xinghuo looked at the smoke and flames of war in front of him, and the pride deep in his heart also emerged at this time.

He personally helped pull the bronze field cannon transported by mules and horses and moved it forward to the appropriate position.

Then, he stretched out his thumb and measured the distance.

The surrounding artillerymen were all carefully watching the National Division's personal demonstration. In fact, these people had all heard about the theoretical and superb artillery skills of the National Division.

Jiang Xinghuo lit the torch with his own hands.

The rope that ignited the artillery began to burn crazily, followed by a loud "bang".

The cannonball accurately hit the crowd. In an instant, countless shrapnel fragments rose up, devouring the nearby White Lotus thieves, and countless lives were robbed.

Jiang Xinghuo drew his sword, looked around, and shouted loudly at the soldiers around him.

"Put down the thieves today!"

PS: I wonder how the battle is written? The author is not very good at this aspect. I have been writing for a long time and I always feel that I am not as good as the masters of war scenes. Please take a look and give me some feedback. If the writing is not good, please criticize me! I will work hard to improve learning combat descriptions.

PS: [Important reminder (there is no charge for this content)] Chapters 316 to 356 are about the rectification of officialdom and the suppression of rebellions in Jiangnan. They do not contain any theoretical knowledge. They are all practical content. If you are not interested, you can jump directly to Chapter 366. "Class" will contain theoretical knowledge content from now on.