"Bang! Bang! Bang!" After entering a distance of 150 meters, the two sides of the war launched fire at almost the same time, and the smoke of gunpowder suddenly spread throughout the battlefield. The 48 muskets in the front row of Liao Meng's detachment fired nearly 80%. Unfortunately, the accuracy of the flintlock rifle was not very good at this distance. Only a few people fell from the infantry formation of the Spaniards opposite. The Spanish's accuracy was also outrageously poor, and they could not even knock down one person on this side.

The sharp copper whistle sounded again, and the first row of soldiers who had finished shooting stopped in place to load. The second row of soldiers passed through the first row from the gap and fired another volley under the command of the officers. Several more people fell from the Spanish formation.

The flintlock gunmen who had finished shooting were still loading bullets, but their flintlock gunmen had not yet reached their maximum range. Therefore, these musketeers carried muskets and silently crossed the flintlock gunmen who were still loading bullets, and continued to make great strides.

"The third row, walk! One, two, one...one, two, one..." The Spaniards paused their shooting, and the crossing crowd ignored these. The soldiers in the third row drove up as soon as possible.

"Stand up! Raise the gun!" Crazy, 48 muskets were lifted up almost at the same time.

"Aim!" The musketeers aimed the barrel roughly at the Spanish infantry phalanx.

"Prepare... let it go!" The musketeers closed their eyes and pulled the trigger in their hands. Their shoulders were shocked almost at the same time, and the 18mm-caliber lead bullet flew towards the opposite Spaniard at an unstoppable speed in the choking smoke. This time the distance was closer, and more than ten Spanish people fell from the forward musketeers and spears.

"Recharge! The fourth row, walk... one, two, one... left and right... stand firm!" The battle continued, and the Spanish infantry were getting faster and faster. They had to narrow the distance between the two sides as soon as possible. As long as they entered the launch distance of the mesh gun, they could fight back. However, the distance between the two sides caused by the weapon gap was enough for the crossings to shoot several rounds of volleys. Especially as the distance between the two sides was constantly shrinking, the damage caused by the volleys of flintlock guns was also increasing at an astonishing rate. This short distance of dozens of meters was destined to be covered with flesh and blood.

The Spaniard artillery fire came again, and two iron bullets fell into the crowd. One of them made a bloody road in the crowd. At least six spearmen died under the iron ball. The other one bounced back on the ground and knocked down two or three musketeers in a row. The thick armor on the musketeers greatly offset the kinetic energy of the iron ball, which made the damage caused by this shell far less than expected.

The brothers of the artillery whistle would not let the Spaniards be beautiful in front of them. In the roar, 12 artillery fired the deadly projectiles at the Spanish infantry phalanx, causing huge damage to the Spanish. Among them, a magical jumper jumped up and knocked down a war horse, causing a poor Spanish officer to be crushed under the horse.

The fifth platoon of soldiers had already completed a round, and the first platoon of soldiers came to the front again. The distance between the two sides was less than 80 meters. The Spaniard's mezzanine gunmen stopped. While nervously, they began to load the musket and recharge the bullets, blowing the fuse clamped on the fuse clamp to ensure that the fuse did not go out.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!" The first row quickly fired a volley. The Spaniards suffered a lot of losses, but the people behind him quickly made up under the command of the officer to ensure that the firepower of the first row was not weakened.

Lan Guo watched the movements of the Spaniard opposite him nervously. The sound of rapid breathing was filled with the helmet. He felt that he was not breathing smoothly and simply turned the helmet up, which made him feel a little better. "Second row, raise the gun... aim... prepare, let it go!" Lan Guo leaned forward, and while blowing the copper whistle, he swung the three-two-year-old command knife tightly in his right hand.

Both sides opened fire almost at the same time. Lan Guo leaned forward and waved the saber, but suddenly felt the arc-surface steel armor on her chest being hit hard by a high-speed object. The huge kinetic energy tilted the center of gravity forward and he was soaring straight backward that he almost fell to the ground.

It was a 19mm lead bullet. The lead bullet shot from the front right, and after hitting Languo's steel armor almost completely deformed and concave, it rebounded to the ground. The terrified Languo realized that he was shot at this time. Fortunately, the lead bullet fired by the enemy did not seem to be able to penetrate the bulletproof plate armor he was wearing at a distance of 80 meters. At this moment, Languo was really grateful to the arsenal of the vest from the bottom of his heart. The three-year-old full-body armor they produced perfectly proved his quality in actual combat.

The casualties of both sides were very heavy in the first round of shooting. Nearly twenty people fell on the crossing crowd, while the Spaniards, who lacked armor, fell more than thirty people. This was the case when the frontal firepower of each row of the Spanish was nearly twice that of the crossing crowd. The real exchange would probably make the Spanish even more unbearable than seeing it.

The gunfight between the two sides continued. The high firing rate of the flintlock rifle was fully reflected at this time. The musketeers of Liao Meng's detachment had a rate of two to three shots per minute that exceeded the rate of one to two shots per minute. As a result, the 450-person Spanish musketeers' ammunition projection per minute was only a few dozen more than the 240-person crossing flintlock rifle. Moreover, this gap was still decreasing rapidly with the continuous casualties of the Spanish musketeers, and finally even began to hang upside down.

The musketeers shot in the air, while the spearmen arranged in the middle of the two sides had already started a close-range battle. The Spaniard's 3-meter spears were originally a big advantage in this kind of battle, but the spearmen who traveled through the journey were all wearing full-body armor with excellent protective performance, which was more than one level stronger than the Spaniards with only breastplate. They met the Spanish's sharp spear without fear, and then stabbed the spear in their hands hard towards the enemy opposite.

The spear tips of the spears entered the flesh, shouting, scolding, crying, screaming, screaming, and screaming. The spearmen on both sides used sharp cold weapons to stab the enemy, and the battle almost entered a white heat from the beginning.

Liao Mengqi observed the battle situation on a mixed horse. In general, his side had the advantage at the moment, and this advantage gradually increased over time. On the battlefield between the two wings, the Spanish musketeers were defeated step by step, with heavy casualties; in the middle battlefield, four hundred spearmen on both sides fought together, and after the initial persistence, the Spanish began to retreat slowly but irreversibly. It seemed that a defeat was inevitable.

The only thing that makes people feel unpleasant is the four small cannons of the Spanish. The shells emitted by those cannons are constantly causing casualties in their own troops, which is very annoying.

"Lt. Xu, take your troops immediately to take down the Spanish artillery positions. Pay attention to the Spanish cavalry, they may come to intercept you." Liao Meng turned his head and ordered Xu Yu.

Before the war, the cavalry battalion in Xu Yu urgently added the Ukrainian Cossacks that had just immigrated more than 30 months ago, and has now returned to the scale of nearly 90 cavalry. After receiving the order, he immediately made a loud order, and after a little formation, he led his troops to rush towards the Spanish artillery position behind the battlefield.

Nearly a hundred cavalrymen who had crossed the river saw this and began to intercept them. Under the leadership of the officers, they rushed straight towards Xu Yu's cavalry battalion. Most of them seemed to be Gao Qiao people. Their formations were loose, and they seemed to be quite afraid of the pistols of the cavalry passing through the journey.

The distance between the two sides quickly approached. As usual, the officers and soldiers of the cavalry battalion took out their pistols and fired for one round. The Spanish cavalry fell down by about twenty. Their deliberately dispersed formation could not stop the cavalry battalion troops attacking. The 90 cavalry easily broke through their interception, then held up their saber, circled around and slashed hard at the panicked artillery of the Spanish. During this process, the Spanish cavalry had not effectively stepped forward to interfere. These Gao Qiao people seemed to have lost their courage in the battle a few days ago, and their performance at this time was worse than those of the girls.

Xu Yu smiled contemptuously, walked around and returned to the back formation, loaded the pistol while counting the damage, and then rushed forward again. This time their target was the enemy's musketeers.

"Rise the gun... aim... prepare, let it go!" Lan Guo kept whistling the copper whistle, and the saber in her hand had been inserted back into the scabbard. At this time, she changed the pistol and pinched it in her hand. The sound of the explosive guns kept ringing on her side. The musketeers actually no longer needed officers to command. They were skilled in playing the rhythm and quickly poured their firepower into the square formation where the enemy on the opposite side had begun to become chaotic. They could cause a large number of casualties every time, but the enemy's counterattack seemed a bit intermittent, and the firepower was also rapidly weakening.

The artillery continued to bombard, and 12 artillery pieces began to hit the musketeers who bombarded the Spaniards, and there were screaming iron bullets falling among them. The Spanish, who suffered heavy casualties, could not hold on anymore, some were still bravely insisting on shooting, while others began to try to turn around and escape, and the formation became chaotic.

The one who gave them a fatal blow was Xu Yu's cavalry battalion. They rode tall war horses and rushed into the Spanish musketeers who were lacking the protection of spearmen from the flanks. They waved their sabers and wanted to kill the musketeers who were fleeing in panic. After breaking the right square formation, they then rushed to the left, inserted diagonally from the rear of the Spanish musketeers, making their formation mess.

At this time, less than thirty cavalry of the Spanish rushed towards Xu Yu's cavalry battalion. After being shot by the broken cavalry with a series of pistols and sabres, the cavalry was finally completely eliminated. The remaining forty or fifty cavalry of Gao Qiao actually watched from a distance from behind. After seeing that the cavalry battalion had rushed into the Spanish infantry formation and slashed, the group simply ran directly to the crossing bridge and retreated!
Chapter completed!