One person shot ten shots!

Is it that simple to fight a war?

No.

But sometimes, it is also very simple. For Sun Ermao, every time he pulls the trigger, he feels that the thieves are like rabbits under the gun, just like hunting hares in the fields after the autumn harvest, but at that time they used bows, but now they use muskets.

However, even the muskets were still in a silence. When the trigger was pulled again, even though the fire hat exploded, he did not have the familiar back seat. He was stunned and did not react for a while.

What's going on?

Before he could react, he heard the captain beside him shouting.

"He has pig brains, and he uses a single pass to shoot more than a dozen shots. There is residue in the barrel and it blocks bullets..."

Obviously, it is not a person who encounters such a problem.

Although the flammable paper shell fixed-loading bullet can be directly stuffed into the chamber when used, the flame generated by the fire cap will ignite the flammable paper shell and gunpowder, which will accelerate the firing speed, and also bring about another problem - the gunpowder residue hanging in the chamber.

This is because the Minie bullet is only slightly smaller than the barrel caliber. If the chamber is smooth, it can naturally fall to the bottom of the chamber with the help of gravity. Even if there is a little residue, weighing the butt stock on the ground can make the paper shell fall to the bottom. But the problem is that after a long time of shooting, as the residue increases, the bullet may be stuck in the middle of the barrel. The flame of the fire cap will naturally not ignite the flammable paper shell, and the gun becomes mute.

The only way to solve the problem is to use strips to install cloth strips for every ten shots, and wipe off the residue on the barrel of the barrel. But the problem is... many people only care about firing, but also care about cleaning the barrel.

After one after another, the captains naturally started to curse. Amid the captain's scolding, Sun Ermao hurriedly picked up the strip inserted into the ground and stuffed it into the muzzle. By compacting the bullets, he cleaned the barrel.

After a while, he pulled the trigger again.

When he quickly loaded the bullets on the tiles into the barrel, he looked up and saw the thief waving a big knife in the distance, trying desperately to squeeze through the gap between the deer fort. He quickly picked up the gun and aimed at the guy.

"kill……"

Before he even finished calling, Li Dahu felt that his chest was hit by a hammer. His whole body became soft and he fell on the deer fort. Blood foam gushed from the corners of his lips, and his eyes were full of unwillingness. He didn't even see the appearance of the official army clearly, and he was hit by a bullet.

As the consciousness blurred, only one thought remained in Li Dahu's mind.

Steamed bun!

If I could eat a bite of white flour steamed bun, how many would it be!

Just hanging between the forts, his life slowly passed, and more people around him died under the fire and bullets, and one thief after another fell down.

"Kill, kill, kill the officials, eat big meat, eat..."

Before a eyebrows could finish shouting, a shell that fell nearby overturned him to the ground. The fragments of the shell directly cut off one of his thighs, and for a moment, blood flowed like a pillar.

"Master Mei, Master Mei..."

An old camp soldier shouted, and as soon as he ran towards him, the old camp soldier fell heavily to the ground and a stray bullet hit his head.

"Hurry, hurry, protect Mei Ye..."

The guard beside Yimei wanted to carry him back, but before he could retreat quickly, he was blown into pieces by the shells.

After several rounds of artillery and rifle fire, the vanguard team of tens of thousands of thieves was killed, and the rest fled back desperately, but so many people squeezed into the narrow passage between Luzhai, and everyone squeezed into a ball to make the scene fall into chaos. The Ming army in the trenches did not even need to aim. They just aimed at the crowd and would definitely hit an enemy. Sometimes, a shell fell into the crowd, which would immediately cause a bloody storm, and the broken limbs flew in the air, heartbroken, broken arms, and splattered meat everywhere, while more were wounded struggling in the pool of blood.

The sound of gunfire and cannons echoed in the air. Amid the sound of gunfire, some lucky people escaped. They fled back in horror, but the shells and bullets continued to attack from behind like eyes. Many people fled halfway, and were still bombed into the sky or hit by bullets.

Finally, when the guns and cannons stopped, only the bodies on the ground were left, and the bandits who were half dead and wailing and struggling on the ground.

Liu Fangliang and others who were watching the battle behind the formation were all shocked by the scene in front of them. They had fought a war, and more than once, they had attacked dozens of cities, but the scene in front of them still made them feel cold on their backs and even sweated coldly.

"Didn't it be so cruel at Ningwu Pass..."

Liu Fangliang couldn't help but say.

In Ningwu Pass, 70,000 people died in Shunjun, only a few days later. How much time has it been before, these dog officers and soldiers are so fucking powerful!

Yizhimei died, and even the madman escaped in horror. His body was covered with blood, all of them belonged to others, and even a piece of minced meat hung on his shoulders. He, who used to be a madman, said with a pale face.

"This, these dog officers' firearms are so powerful. The lead can make a blood hole as big as a fist when hitting a person. I, after fighting for so many years, I have never seen such a powerful thing. Once the cannon hits, Fangyuan can't see a living person for dozens of feet..."

While talking, Chuantang Crazy shivered with lingering fear. He survived by chance. Even until now, he has never forgotten the scene when the shells blew the people around him when they killed Luzhai before. If it weren't for someone in front of him, his life would have been left there. When he stood up from the pile of dead people, his body was covered with blood. All he saw in front of him were broken limbs and broken arms, and wounded soldiers who were struggling in a pool of blood.

Even though he was used to death, he was still shocked by such a tragic situation.

Looking at Chuantang's crazy look, despite his shock, Liu Fangliang just smiled and said.

"It doesn't matter, it's just a test. When will we take it down in the war?"

After saying that, Liu Fangliang stared coldly in front of him. Through the telescope, he saw the Ming army behind Luzhai walking out, with spears in their hands walking around Luzhai.

What are they doing?

Clean the battlefield.

He walked to the pool of blood between the Luzhai with his guns, and looked at the thieves struggling and wriggling in it. They either lost their arms or their thighs, and even many people lost their legs and arms. They struggled in the pool of blood like fish. When they saw them coming, the thieves cried loudly.

"Please, make up for it, make up for it..."

As a thief, how many people are real thiefs? Most of them are just cannon fodders. From the beginning, their fate was destined...

Zheng Sen, who was standing on the city wall, just quietly looked at the battlefield in front of him. It was more like a slaughterhouse than a battlefield. Just as he was about to ask about the casualties of his side, suddenly, a soldier shouted loudly.

"Arson! The thief fired!"
Chapter completed!