Prodigal Son of the Ming Dynasty

Chapter 1276: Encounter on a Narrow Road

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The Spanish infantry quickly set up their positions.

Their fighting style is convenient and simple.

Just like when they swept the world and defeated the French and Swiss mercenaries.

At this time, the Spaniards were at their peak militarily.

In the past hundreds of years, Franji Continent has never stopped. There are a few dozen a year, and a big one every three years.

This made all the countries of Franz realize the necessity of the military. Just like in the Warring States period, countries put almost all their resources into the military in order to rise and compete for supremacy.

Any military theory will inevitably be eliminated within ten years, and then a new military theory will re-emerge, and then, it will be imitated by other countries.

Once every weapon is tested and effective in war, all countries will use all their resources and best craftsmen to imitate it.

If you go out, you will be invincible to foreign patients, and the country will perish.

These words are the true portrayal of Franji.

And right now, after this high-intensity competition, the master is the Spanish Army.

They absorbed all the war essence of Franji at present, they recruited and hired the strongest soldiers, and their weapons, in Franji, were almost half a generation ahead of his neighbors.

And this Spanish infantry regiment dispatched to Ming Dynasty is the elite of the elite.

At this moment, the arquebus soldiers were ready, and the drums sounded.

Following the rhythm of the drums, the soldiers quickly became compact and dense from a loose formation.

Their oval steel helmets were stuffed with feathers, and their half-body armor protected their vital positions. Then, their leather boots stepped on the mud, shouting, and lined up.

Two thousand people, the order is the same, as one person.

The royal banner representing the royal family was already flying, and the officer wearing the medal held his rapier and shouted in Spanish.

Under the sun, the beautiful armor shone with silver light.

The soldiers reloaded quickly, and quickly adopted the latest iron bars.

Their latest gunpowder is extremely powerful. This is the best gunpowder ratio preserved after countless war experiences.

The iron pellets were stuffed into the firecracker.

Not far away, the artillery has been recalibrated, aiming in the direction of Changpingwei.

The soldiers formed a phalanx.

Spearmen guarded the left and right wings vigilantly.

Sir Francisco is majestic, he still wears his three-cornered hat, the feathers on the hat are extraordinarily dazzling, like a peacock with its tail open.

"Our Father, may your name be renown, may your will be done among men, on every continent, and on every island, may your children triumph over the heathen, may we be your shield, your sword, conquer this fertile soil overflowing with honey and milk!"

Sir Francisco drew his rapier: "Forward!"

Wow... Wow...

Countless soldiers began to march forward in neat steps.

The gunners are ready, and they have started to calibrate, shape the bullets, and boom...

The earth is trembling...

...

Changping Wei was unmoved.

Although the cannons were rumbling, they had already formed a queue.

They are different from the Spaniards. Except for the artillery team, almost everyone in Changpingwei uses firecrackers.

Even for the Spaniards, their arquebus soldiers only accounted for 60 to 70%, which is a high enough proportion.

Daming's Shenji Battalion is also a professional firearms army, and its firearms account for only 40%.

But here, everyone holds muskets.

A well-made musket adopts the breech-loading flint firing technique of a short revolver.

The gun body of the musket is long and narrow, half the height of a person, which abandons the advantage of bursts of short guns, but greatly improves the range and accuracy.

The inner wall of the barrel is still rifled.

As a result, its effective range is more than double that of ordinary muskets, and its accuracy and power are astonishing.

At the front of the muzzle of the musket is a bayonet connected to the muzzle.

now……

With a bang, a shell smashed into the Changping Guard's team.

The two unfortunate soldiers fell to the ground.

But... the entire queue was fairly stable, and there was no confusion.

Zhu Houzhao rode his horse, concentrating on it. He and Fang Jifan pressed the battle. Zhu Houzhao shouted: "Don't mess up, come according to the drill time, and prepare...the artillery in the rear team, why haven't they responded yet?"

This time, Zhu Houzhao appeared very calm.

This is a brand new way of fighting, be steady!

Fang Jifan galloped back and forth, yelling, his throat was about to smoke. He eagerly observed the formation of Changping Guards, fearing that the black sheep would appear and cause chaos in the team.

"Slaughter these Franji Tartars, I, Fang Jifan, will bring you a good year. Have you ever eaten beef? I will let you eat it for three days."

"Take a step back." Fang Jifan yelled: "But don't blame me for being rude, let the tricks be clear, we, Fang Jifan, are not afraid of death, go forward, go forward."

More than two months of drills were enough to ensure that the army had a certain degree of organization, and they began to move forward.

Spaniards' artillery rumbling

Noisy, constantly shooting towards here.

Zhu Houzhao was very annoyed. Changping Wei's reaction was still slow, and the artillery team hadn't been calibrated yet... This is a big loss.

…………

And at this time...

In the city of Tianjin.

The stunned defender frantically went to report.

After that, Emperor Hongzhi appeared on the tower.

"I knew it, I knew it..." Emperor Hongzhi was speechless.

Although it was a decree, Emperor Hongzhi was clear about his son's virtues.

"Your Majesty, it's dangerous here, please Your Majesty..." Xiao Jing stepped forward, a little anxious.

"Go away." Emperor Hongzhi watched the artillery fire outside the city, and the two dark teams gradually began to approach.

Emperor Hongzhi gritted his teeth, at this moment, how could he go back to the city with peace of mind.

All the officials followed Emperor Hongzhi to stand on the tower, trembling one by one.

The tower still has traces of artillery fire.

If at this time, the Fran robot turned the muzzle...then...

Someone looked down at the city cautiously, almost fainting.

Sure enough, they are the prince's men.

At this moment, almost everyone was praying in their hearts, praying for His Royal Highness to have more military talents, although before that, everyone was still worried and contemptuous about the prince leading troops.

Thieves are menacing.

Not to mention, once the army is defeated, His Royal Highness and Duke Qi are afraid that their lives will be lost.

And once the Spaniards continue to attack the city, God knows whether the Warriors Battalion can withstand it.

Even if they have confidence in the Warrior Battalion, the matter is of great importance, not trivial.

What worries them the most is that His Royal Highness is bringing Changping Guard. Among the armies of Ming Dynasty, Changping Guard is really like an ant. big expectations.

Emperor Hongzhi said: "The matter is urgent, immediately order the Warrior Battalion to prepare for the attack."

"Your Majesty, don't open the gates of the city. Once you open the city for a decisive battle, what should you do if the Spaniards enter the city? Your Majesty is the body of gold, and there is no room for any mistakes."

"Yes, Your Majesty... must not enter the city."

Emperor Hongzhi trembled with anger.

He felt that he might die soon.

Sooner or later, Zhu Houzhao will be pissed to death.

He gritted his teeth and stared at the city.

The Spanish artillery, like a rain of bullets, fell into the formation of Changping Guard.

Every time it fell, Emperor Hongzhi's heart skipped a beat, God knows if it hit Zhu Houzhao's head.

But at this moment...

rumbling...

The Changping Guard Artillery began to fight back.

Although they practiced day and night, they were still a little panicked when they encountered such an emergency. Dozens of artillery roared.

At this moment, the earth seemed to be trembling.

Emperor Hongzhi's heart jumped even more.

In mid-air, the shells with tail flames headed towards the Spanish phalanx.

Immediately afterwards, the shells fell.

bang...

flower bomb...

After landing, the explosion exploded again.

The nearby Spaniards were instantly thrown away by the air waves, gunpowder smoke and shrapnel, and dozens of them fell to the ground.

The power of this explosive bomb caused some confusion in the formation of the Francobots.

The power is too great, killing one piece at a time.

Fortunately, Changpingwei's artillery is not accurate enough. It seems that it needs to be recalibrated.

rumbling...

The artillery was still roaring.

At this moment, Sir Francisco began to frown, and he sensed a bad feeling.

"They can continue to attack despite our artillery fire. Your Excellency, what's going on? Didn't you say that their army will collapse at the first touch?"

The foundation of the army lies in its organization. A well-organized army can be calm in times of crisis, attack in an orderly manner, and accomplish its own goals.

Therefore, some armies will disintegrate as soon as they come into contact and suffer casualties. However, the elite army can still maintain a neat formation under the environment of heavy artillery fire.

Sir Francisco realized at this time that the Ming army in front of him was not simple, he turned his head viciously, and roared at Wang Xizuo.

But found behind...

"..."

Francisco Peerless was a little confused.

He actually started to be in a trance.

people.

He was still here just now, a fine living person.

Now... where did he go.

"..."

Sir Francisco first went from being puzzled to furious. Then, he gritted his teeth and let out a curse that was not commensurate with his status. He raised his binoculars and looked around. Then, he saw More than two hundred steps away, a figure running faster than a rabbit.

"..."

"Damn liumang, liar!"

At this moment, Sir Francisco was in despair.

But in reality, he is no longer allowed to continue to pursue Wang Xizuo.

Because... the infantry on both sides have already begun to touch each other, getting closer and closer, and they can almost see each other's faces.

One hundred and fifty steps!

The Spanish infantry are still marching forward

After entering, they began to taste the power of Changpingwei's artillery. After the first test firing, they recalibrated, and the artillery began to become more and more proficient.

One hit and one accurate!

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