Three hundred meters, two hundred meters, getting closer and closer. Zhu Pingan noticed that the Japanese pirates had rushed to about 150 meters. He knew that the Japanese pirates would use the same trick again. He shot arrows at about 100 meters to cover the Japanese pirates in front of him. So he shouted to remind all the soldiers, "Raise your shields, lower your heads, and be careful of the Japanese pirates' projectiles and arrows."
"Raise your shield and keep your head down! Watch out for bullets and arrows!"
Officers at all levels of the Zhejiang Army, from battalion commanders to sergeants, followed suit and shouted, reminding their subordinates to raise their shields and lower their heads.
After this period of training, the Zhejiang Army soldiers had already ingrained obedience to orders in their bones. When they heard Zhu Ping'an and officers at all levels shouting, they all lowered their heads. The soldiers in the back row raised their shields at an angle to protect themselves and the soldiers in front.
Just two breaths after the Zhejiang army soldiers raised their shields, the Japanese pirates, who rushed to a hundred meters away, began to draw their bows and shoot arrows and open fire.
Among this wave of 4,000 Japanese pirates, there were more than 1,000 archers and more than 100 musketeers.
In an instant, feather arrows mixed with bullets like hail flew towards the Zhejiang army formation like a torrential rain.
Ding ding ding… bang bang bang…
The arrows and bullets hit the shields and cotton armor with a dull metal collision sound.
"ah… ".
Occasionally, there were a few muffled groans and cries of pain.
-With more than a thousand arrows and more than a hundred bullets, there would always be some that slipped through the blind spots of the shields and hit the Zhejiang Army soldiers. The muskets were especially powerful. Although they were more than a hundred meters away, a few muskets performed exceptionally well and were extremely powerful, piercing through the shields. Fortunately, all the Zhejiang Army soldiers were wearing armor, and the cotton armor had a large protective area and high protective performance. Even if there were arrows that slipped through the net, they would not kill people.
More than a dozen Zhejiang soldiers were injured by the Japanese pirates' rain of arrows and bullets, most of them were slightly injured. Only one person was unlucky and his injuries were slightly more serious, but not so serious that he had to leave the front line.
Under the cover of this round of rain of arrows, the charging Japanese pirates advanced to a distance of 80 meters in front of the Zhejiang army.
Then, the Japanese pirates fired another round of feather arrows. Since they had no time to reload their muskets, this round was all fired with bows and arrows.
This round of rain of arrows also caused several minor injuries to the Zhejiang army, and the Japanese pirates also advanced 60 meters in front of the formation under the cover of the rain of arrows.
At this point, the Japanese pirates who had been shooting arrows also put away their bows and arrows and followed the charge. The Japanese pirates in front were too close to the Zhejiang Army's position, their archery skills were not yet up to the point of perfect accuracy, and the arrows did not have eyes, so they could not distinguish between friend and foe. If they continued to shoot arrows, many Japanese pirates would surely be injured by mistake, so they had no choice but to put away their bows and arrows and follow the charge.
"Ready! Fire!"
When the Japanese pirates were fifty meters away from the enemy's formation, Zhu Ping'an raised his right hand and ordered the Zhejiang army to prepare to open fire. When the Japanese pirates were about thirty meters away from the enemy's formation, he waved his right hand vigorously and ordered to open fire.
"Bang, bang, bang..."
At Zhu Ping'an's command, the Zhejiang army's muskets fired densely and in unison, as if opening the gates of hell.
The Japanese pirate who was charging at the front felt as if his body was hit hard by a hammer, and his whole body fell backwards uncontrollably. When he fell to the ground, he saw a flower of blood blooming on his chest out of the corner of his eye.
Strength left the body, temperature left the body, even consciousness left the body...
Fear, regret, unwillingness, helplessness... In the last moment before they lost consciousness, they were deeply trapped in fear and regret. Why did they become pioneers? Why did they become pirates? If they had another chance...
But there are no ifs, they can only end their short and sinful lives in fear and regret.
The Japanese pirates in the front fell down in large numbers like wheat being harvested by a sickle, raising a cloud of dust.
"Oh, it hurts so much..."
"Help, save me, save me, I don't want to die..."
Some of the Japanese pirates did not die on the spot after falling to the ground, but let out heart-wrenching howls of pain.
The scene was so horrifying that all the Japanese pirates who participated in the charge had never imagined that there would be such a way of death on the battlefield. The Japanese friends fell to the ground and died one after another like wheat being cut. No matter how brave, fierce, or good at fighting they were, in front of the Zhejiang Army's muskets, they could not escape the result of falling to the ground with a scream.
No matter how good your martial arts skills are, your body is made of flesh. It is useless even if you wear armor. The Zhejiang Army's muskets are too powerful, and they can fire within thirty meters. The armor on their bodies is as thin as paper.
"Shit, be careful!"
After the Zhejiang Army opened fire with their first round of muskets, the Japanese pirates had not yet recovered from their fear and shock when they heard someone shouting in terror. Looking up, they saw that in the Zhejiang Army position in front of them, the Zhejiang Army in the front row who had just fired retreated, and the Zhejiang Army in the back row moved up to become the first row. The switch between the front and back rows was as natural and smooth as flowing water.
Then, they saw sparks bursting again in front of the Zhejiang army's formation, and the sound of neat and dense musketry rang out.
Deadly projectiles flew out from the sparks.
It was as if the god of death had swung his scythe once again, and groups of Japanese pirates fell to the ground like they were being mowed down in the wheat fields.
Those who died on the spot were considered lucky, as once dead, all was lost. The Japanese pirates who were shot but not killed fell to the ground and screamed like pigs being slaughtered.
The screams sounded like those of evil spirits in hell whose tongues had been pulled out and who were thrown into a frying pan. They were extremely creepy and frightening.
After two rounds of musket fire, the Japanese pirates who were charging in the front were cleared out, leaving a vacuum zone and blood flowed like a river.
It's so horrible.
My scalp was numbing and my heart felt like it was being gripped by a demon, beating so fast that I could hardly breathe.
Every Japanese pirate who was still charging truly felt the horror of death. They trembled all over, their legs became weak, and they could hardly move. They could only rely on inertia to rush forward, but their speed was much slower than before.
Especially now that they were in the front row, stepping on the bodies of the fallen pirates in front of them, they felt even more deeply, and their fear was several times greater than that of the other pirates. They knew that they would be the next. Their faces were pale, their mouths opened wide, but what came out was no longer shouts of killing, but hoarse screams...
"Bang, bang, bang..."
The Zhejiang Army's neat and dense musketry sounded again, as if hell had once again sounded the horn of harvest.
Amid screams, the Japanese pirates once again fell in large numbers like wheat being cut, dying in droves.
"Oh my god, I'm going to die, I'm going to die..."
"I don't want the reward or the woman, I just want my life. Run quickly, or it will be our turn. The Zhejiang Army's firearms are too powerful, and we will die if we are hit."
The great terror between life and death made many Japanese pirates who were charging, especially those in the front row, unable to bear the fear in their hearts. They shouted loudly in terror and turned around to run backwards.
They were Japanese pirates, a mob with little discipline. It was like an epidemic. If one of them deserted the battlefield, ten would be infected, and ten would infect a hundred. Soon the Japanese pirates were in chaos.