Relying on the observation from the rear, the infantry at the front were able to grasp the movements of the Turks in a timely manner through banners, so that they would not have to respond hastily.

"Hurry, hurry up, re-repair your chest wall!"

Under the command of the officers, the soldiers in the trench were preparing for combat, using shovels to repair the blown chest wall. After simply repairing the chest wall, the soldiers rely on the trenches and the chest wall was waiting for the enemy's attack. They still used the ten-style three-rift rifle, which was a rear-loaded rifle, although they still used the old-style flammable fixed-loading bullets and had to be loaded with fire caps, but their firing rate was unparalleled. At least in this era, there was no rifle that could be compared with it.

The soldiers who raised their rifles were all standing in the trenches, with the rifles leaning against the chest wall. They aimed in front of them and at the top of the protruding earth slope.

At this time, the sea breeze blowing from the sea blew away the smoke on the battlefield, and allowed the Ming army officers and soldiers who had been bombarded for a long time to see clearly. At the beginning, they could not see anything. It was not until a few black shadows appeared on the top of the slope, and after a while, they could see clearly what was happening there.

In an instant, everyone took a breath.

In front of them, the Ottomans formed one horizontal lineup after another, and walked towards this side, like a tide!

How many people are there!

After counting, Zhao Dongzhe couldn't count how many horizontal teams there were, at least dozens of battalion-level phalanxes, with almost tens of thousands of people!

OMG!

There are too many people!

The dumbfounded Ming soldiers all opened their eyes wide and looked at the Turkish officers, holding Turkish scimitars in their hands to lead the soldiers forward, carrying rifles on their shoulders, like rows of bushes, and the tips of the bayonets reflected dazzling light in the sun.

The distance between the horizontal teams is not big or small, but in the eyes of the Ming army, this battlefield is almost filled with Turkish soldiers!

In everyone's sight, there was a scene that the Ottomans seemed to have covered the earth and filled the plain, and rushed like a tide coming from the sea.

"Look, do you think it looks like a wild duck in the reeds by the river!"

Chen Sen, standing on the tower, pointed to the Ottoman formation and said in a relaxed tone.

"If the prince saw this scene, he would definitely be very happy. His favorite thing was to go to the river to hunt ducks."

"When it comes to hunting, in the capital, who doesn't know the name of the town?"

Unlike the Ming Dynasty's nobles in the past, the Ming Dynasty's royal family and nobles are keen on hunting. Whether it is the Laoshan Mountain in the north of the Yangtze River or the reed marsh by the river, some people even go to Changbai Mountain to hunt. When they come back, they specially invite people to attend the "Tiger Banquet".

Chen Sen is also a famous "good hunter" in the capital. In his opinion, this battlefield is no longer a battlefield, but a hunting ground. As a good hunter, he certainly knows how to hunt.

"Well, pass the order and let the Turks enter 200 meters before firing!"

Turning around and giving instructions to the General Office of the Army under his command, Chen Sen said again.

"The artillery did not have my orders, so we were not allowed to open fire. Let them get closer and then hit them hard!"

"Yes, sir!"

He responded and then issued an order.

Chen Sen's plan was very simple, which was to put the Ottomans closer and then attack. When the Turks entered 200 meters and were trapped in bullet rain, even if they retreated, they had to be hit by a rain of bullets before they could retreat, so as to achieve the goal of severely damaging the Ottomans. In fact, to put it bluntly, it was to use the advantage of firepower to completely defeat the Ottoman attack.

This tactic was the most commonly used tactic in the battle against Jiannu in the past. When the enemy was exhausted, they would then join the new force to launch a counterattack and defeat it with a frontal charge. It was just a simple textbook-style fighting style!

Seeing the Turks getting closer, Zhao Dongzhe, who was in the trenches, heard the captain not far away open his throat and shouting, "Put the Ottomans closer and beat them! Everyone must wait for them to enter within 200 meters before they can fire... Aim at their officers to fight!"

Although the effective range of the Type 13 rear-mounted rifled rifle can reach 1,000 meters, at that distance, it depends entirely on luck to hit people. Putting the enemy closer will have higher accuracy and easier hitting the target.

In fact, for the Ming army, the biggest problem is no longer the enemy, but smoke, because the black gunpowder used by the musket can easily form a large amount of smoke on the battlefield, blocking the soldiers' sight, which will not only reduce the shooting accuracy, but will even affect the soldiers' sight, making them unable to shoot calmly.

"God bless you, let the wind be stronger!"

Zhao Dongzhe occasionally turned his head to look at the streamers on the wooden poles. The streamers didn't move much, and the wind was not strong... This was obviously not a suitable weather for war. If the wind was a little stronger, the smoke would easily be blown away, and they could shoot openly.

But now... I hope there will be no fog!

The horizontal lines of the Azap infantry were constantly moving forward like a tide. In addition to the rhythmic sound of snare drums, the officers made loud shouts. In the middle of the rows of horizontal lines, or in the front, there were many Ottoman hunters who were aiming at the Ming army from time to time to fire. Most of these hunters came from Albania. They had been hunting with muskets in the mountains for many years. Now they used long-barrel flintlock rifled rifled rifled from China or could not catch up with the Ming army's rear-mounted firing guns, but with their extraordinary shooting skills, they always brought some damage to the Ming army at a long distance.

These experienced hunters were like assassins, taking the lives of some Ming soldiers from time to time, but the Ming soldiers ignored such harassment at all. At most, they sent hunters to counterattack. They were still squatting in the trenches very calmly, leaning against the chest wall in front of the trenches, waiting for the enemy to approach.

The Azap infantrymen who were lined up, no matter where they came from, even the black slaves from North Africa were extremely brave at this time. They lined up in an orderly manner with the commands and supervision of the officers, maintaining a steady pace. From the beginning, they could only see a line, and now, when they could almost see clearly the figure behind the chest wall of the trench, they saw that the Chinese seemed to have picked up rifles!

The most dangerous time has come!

At a distance of 200 meters before the Turks arrived at the defense line, the captains of the Ming army commanding on the front line pointed the saber in their hands straight ahead, and loud shouts burst out from their mouths.

"Aim to shoot!"

When the lingering sound of the command was still echoing in the air, a ball of fire flashed on the Ming army's position, and the flames expanded and turned into smoke!

This is a volley, just a volley after accurate aiming!

This is the tactic that the Ming army is best at. Once upon a time, it was also Jiannu, bandit, the natives of the South China Sea, and the nightmare of the natives of the Indians.

The neat gunshots were like the thunder of summer. In the thunder, thousands of lightning burst out from the smoke at the same time. Everything happened in an instant. The Azap infantrymen who were advancing in a horizontal line suddenly fell down a large area as if they were suddenly hit by lightning!

Most of the officers walking in the middle of the team or flanks were knocked to the ground, and of course the worst was the soldiers in the front row. They fell in rows like leeks. At a distance of 200 meters, the lead-made bullets could even penetrate the bodies of the front row soldiers, break their ribs and get stuck in the flesh. When the dead fell, the injured also fell. For a moment, screams were everywhere on the battlefield, even overshadowed the sound of gunfire.

At least thousands of people fell down this time.

But even so, it cannot stop the Turks!

The deaths and injuries of thousands of people are not worth mentioning for the Azap infantry. In the era when the gun queuing team was shot, one-third of the talents who were not damaged were embarrassed to say hello to others.

"The Prophet is Great!"

As the Azap infantrymen stepped past the dead bodies and continued to move forward, the sound of their cheering for themselves sounded in the crossroads.

"Send them to death!"

Although he couldn't understand what the Turks were shouting, the officers in the trench shouted loudly to cheer up the brothers.

The Ming army in the trenches kept firing. They kept loading bullets, and even put the flammable paper shells in front of them to speed up the loading speed. After filling, they closed the shutter door, installed a fire cap and continued to fire. The bullets fell like raindrops. Every time they shot, a large number of Azap infantry fell down, and the neatly horizontal formations were like old people's teeth. There were fewer on the left and fewer on the right, and there were fallen corpses everywhere on the ground.

However, these Azap infantry are indeed the most competent cannon fodder!

Although they suffered heavy casualties, they still lined up and continued to move forward. When the front line was knocked down, the soldiers in the back line immediately made up. In this way, they charged towards the Ming army in the rain of bullets, facing the scorching lead bullets.

"The Prophet is Great!"

It seems that at this time, everyone has become steadfast believers. Perhaps they believe that they will definitely get seventy-two virgins after their death today, as well as countless wealth and slaves.

The Ming army opposite them was able to understand their eagerness. Just as they continued to move forward, when the distance was close to more than 100 meters, and when they could even see the appearance of the Ming army, a loud thunder broke out between the earth cage guardrail behind the Ming army!

The 32 9 kilograms of mountain torches and 9 kilograms of field guns that had been holding on to the 32-door 9 kilograms of mountain cans were fired at the same time! The moment the shotgun wrapped in the iron can was pushed out by gunpowder gas, the iron can disintegrated under the drag of the air, releasing nearly two hundred lead-made projectiles, like raindrops, and directly slashed the Azap infantry like a sickle, knocking them over to the ground. Thousands of shotguns swept across their bodies like sickles, and while raising up a mass of blood mist, they immediately made bloody gaps in their horizontal lineup!

War is actually not complicated. To put it bluntly, it is to kill the enemy as much as possible. In front of the online gun and shotgun, such a horizontal lineup is indeed the best "dssert".

In fact, in the era of queuing, the way of war was simply a battle of will. Both sides stood in line and were shot. The soldiers fell down and died like insensible wood, and then ended with the collapse of one side.

will!

It is not unfamiliar to the Azap infantry. It can even be said that they are one of the strongest soldiers. In fact, to be more precise, they are the most insensitive soldiers.

Insensitive...it's just a good soldier!

After suffering thousands of casualties, these Azap infantry not only did not retreat, but even continued to move forward as if they were unresponsive, falling down the front row and filling up the back row.

Crossing the mountain of corpse, crossing the sea of ​​blood, falling down towards the enemy... and dead. But the living people continued to move forward. Their persistence seemed worth it. As the battle continued, the battlefield was soon covered by thick smoke. The trenches of the Ming army were filled with thick smoke. The smoke erupted from the muzzle of muzzles even completely blocked their sight. After the sight was blocked, the soldiers' fire rate slowed down. Even the cannon bombardment was no longer as straightforward as before.

The fog of war enveloped the battlefield. While affecting the Ming army's shooting, the Azap infantrymen smiled on their faces. This was the moment they had been waiting for for a long time.

Bless the prophet!

"The prophet is the greatest, rush up and kill all the pagans!"

Almost as their words fell, they suddenly heard a roar from their heads, and a raindrop-like shell fell beside them, immediately causing a bloody storm. The use of instant fuse grenades was fatal to the infantry's strike. They didn't even react, and stood there straight to welcome the violent explosion. In the violent explosion, steel fragments roared across the Turks' bodies, tearing their flesh and blood, smashing their bones, and blowing the fragments of their limbs to the sky.

This is the bombardment of the six-year light mortar, which is rapid and violent. This structure is similar to later mortars. The light artillery that fires tail stable grenades has been loved by the Ming army since its introduction, and even far exceeds the 9 kilograms of mountain howitzer. After all, its weight is less than 200 kilograms, and its firing rate is much higher than other artillery.

After a rapid shelling, the Turks' formation became a little chaotic. They were all stunned by the dense explosions. After they were still in shock, they even looked up at the sky in horror, fearing that another shell would fall.

In the choking smoke, the Turkish officers who had returned to their souls shouted again, driving the Azap cannon fodders back in line.

continue!
Chapter completed!