Lord of Ming Dynasty

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It is necessary to approach about 30 enemy units, within about 50 meters, in order to inflict damage on the enemy. If all of them are matchlock guns, then about 80 meters to [-] meters can cause damage and panic to the enemy. It can break up the enemy's formation and create opportunities for defeating the enemy.

"Get up, you are right,"

"It was me who was wrong."

Zhang Qiang looked at the sky and said leisurely.

"My lord, Zhu Dayou is expected to be trusted by your lord, but the rescue is late, please punish me." Zhu Dayou still didn't get up.

Zhang Qiang said angrily: "Get up, do you want me to give you a solemn apology?"

"No, no, my lord," Zhu Dayou got up immediately, and stood beside Zhang Qiang in a panic.

"What happened next?" Zhang Qiang asked.

"My lord, are you asking, why are we late?" Zhu Dayou asked.

Zhang Qiang nodded slightly.

Zhu Dayou wiped the sweat from his forehead, "My lord, these people are too powerful. They blocked many of our troops with ten guns. After hearing the gunshots, the garrison battalion a few miles behind began to mobilize. A force of one hundred households defended the camp, and a force of one hundred households began to come here.

However, they were blocked on the small river in front of them. The enemy's muskets were so accurate that they couldn't get close. "

"Oh." Zhang Qiang was a little surprised. At this time, the matchlock guns were basically smoothbore guns, and they had to be ignited with matchlocks. Not to mention the speed, they were not accurate yet.

Chapter 179 Ambush 12

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Zhang Qiang is very surprised what kind of weapons can block his garrison troops. Those garrison troops are led by elite rebel soldiers. Hundred households are elite rebel soldiers. Among them, the tried and tested recruits and rebel soldiers who are much better than the incompetent guys like militiamen are regular army soldiers.

This kind of troops is the Ming Dynasty official army against the peasant uprising army, and the elite Qing Han army banner soldiers against the Ming Dynasty officers and soldiers. They were suppressed by the enemy for an hour and did not come to rescue themselves.

Even those militia units, in the eyes of the officers and soldiers of the Ming Dynasty, were qualified soldiers, much more powerful than those temporarily recruited, or the farmers who came from Latin soldiers, they were soldiers with the same combat effectiveness as the Green Camp of the Qing Dynasty.

The Green Battalion of the Qing Dynasty was reorganized by some surrendered officers and soldiers of the Ming Dynasty. Its main function was to garrison places, suppress the people and arrest bandits. It was set up later by the Qing Army Tartars. It was suggested by Hong Chengchou, who offered suggestions and tributes to the Tartars, destroyed the resisting officers and soldiers of Ming Dynasty through various conspiracies and tricks, and persuaded the officers and soldiers of Ming Dynasty to surrender.

Just such a troop, a troop with high expectations, was suppressed by the enemy and almost killed him.

Zhang Qiang felt that the person who organized the assassination was very intelligent and well-planned.

It's just that he didn't take into account the combat effectiveness of his cavalry guards and the number of soldiers nearby.

"My lord, when I arrived, I ordered them to charge regardless of damage. After all, they were few in number. Even if a Dutch captain Vasari came later and rushed out with some Portuguese heavy infantry, he almost defeated the garrison. In the battle situation, another hundred troops were invested. The arquebus gunners I brought from Jinhua Mansion, the professional arquebus gunners you trained, defeated them only once, and then the cavalry charged and surrendered. No one escaped. dropped."

"Okay," Zhang Qiang waved his clenched fist vigorously in the air.

Zhu Dayou only smiled a little at this time, and he turned his head to scan the battlefield.

The battle on the battlefield has ended, and the officers and soldiers of the garrison camp have arrived. Soldiers from the four garrison camps from the matchlock gun factory and the mountains behind and outside the mountains have all arrived.

The sound of horseshoes resounding through the valley can be vaguely heard, and the cavalry of the regular army holding the battle flag poured in like a tide.

The torches were lit, and the surroundings were dark, but the valley and more forests were lit up.

"Have the enemy's guns been seized?" Zhang Qiang asked.

"Oh, it's captured." Zhu Dayou agreed, and then shouted to the back.

A cavalryman fetched a rather stout, heavy gun from the saddle hook.

Zhang Qiang took it from Zhu Dayou, just started, and almost let go. This gun is heavier than the Portuguese arquebus made by François, but the barrel is shorter. The whole gun seems to be made of a lot of steel , Exquisite design, exquisite workmanship, engraved with many foreign languages, Zhang Qiang can't understand, it is probably not Portuguese, Spanish, or Dutch, in short, it is not important.

Under the light of the torch, Zhang Qiang carefully observed the gun.

This is undoubtedly a random shot from the materials I consulted for writing in my previous life.

Drums fire.

Pulled the trigger.

There is a sense of heaviness, and it takes a lot of strength to pull it.

The sparks from the friction of the steel wheels quickly filled the gunpowder compartment, and when the lid of the gunpowder compartment was lifted, there was actually a small thing like a bullet casing inside.

It's just that the gunpowder in the shell has been ignited and the bullet has been knocked out.

"Ah, so advanced!" Zhang Qiang exclaimed in surprise.

Iron shells, fixed gunpowder, fixed bullets, skip the steps of fixed ammunition sitting on paper tubes, fixed bullets, this is a little more advanced, but a big step forward, advanced for a century .

Zhang Qiang played with the gun repeatedly and couldn't put it down.

"How do I return the bullet?"

Zhang Qiang said to himself, fascinated by this gun.

Playing with it for a long time does not know how to deal with it.

"My lord, I see here." Wei Wuji's voice sounded.

"You're here," Zhang Qiang didn't even know when he arrived.

Following the point Wei Wuji pointed out, Zhang Qiang pressed it, and there was a sound of "clang--".

The iron shell, jumped out from the side, and then another shell was pushed into the gunpowder chamber on the other side.

"Huh?" Zhang Qiang called out again.

"It's so interesting." Zhang Qiang nodded with satisfaction.

This is somewhat similar to the clips and magazines of later generations.

"Get out of the way," Zhang Qiang shouted to the people around him.