The Ming Dynasty’s Prodigal Son - Chapter 1370

[1370. Chapter 1302 Massacre]

At this time.

Changpingwei stopped advancing.

This sudden movement made the Spaniard on the opposite side feel strange.

Next, they all raised their guns.

Uncle Fang raised his 1512 enhanced muskets one after another.

The dark muzzle of the gun was pointed at the Spanish infantry on the opposite side.

Sir Francisco had long realized that the other party also had powerful firearms.

This added another layer of haze to his trip to the Ming Dynasty.

However… when he saw the opponent raising his musket at such a distance, Sir Francisco breathed a sigh of relief.

The opponent was a little too hasty and was not within range at all.

You know, the matchlock gun with the fastest firing speed now uses iron bars to load bullets, and the matchlock gun also takes several minutes to load bullets.

Therefore, this firing is a precious opportunity. A good commander will often order firing when he accurately determines that the opponent has reached his best range.

As expected, the Ming army was still not skilled enough.

Sir Francisco thought so, and he shouted loudly: “Soldiers, move on.”

Move on!

The artillery fire has stopped. After all, the two sides are getting closer and closer. If they fire rashly, it will cause accidental damage.

But at this moment…

bang bang bang bang…

countless Uncle Fang’s 1512 muskets spurted flames from their muzzles.

No…

that’s not what’s really great.

Instead…the soldiers in the first row lay down.

The soldiers in the second row squatted on the ground.

The soldiers in the third row were squatting.

The soldiers in the fourth row stood up straight.

Four rows of soldiers fired volleys at the same time.

More than two thousand people, neatly arranged in four rows.

Countless bullets were shot out in a whoosh.

Smoke filled the air.

And in an instant, the Spanish soldiers a hundred steps away fell like wheat.

In an instant, hundreds of people were killed or injured.

“…”

Sir Francisco was stunned.

Is there anyone who fights like this?

Shouldn’t it be that the first row shoots, the second row reloads, the third row continues to reload…and then takes turns shooting.

The reason for choosing this method is that matchlock guns have a long reloading time. Only in this way can they ensure that their firepower can be continuously output.

Just like the Spaniards, they had more than a thousand arquebusiers, but each salvo could only maintain a strength of three to four hundred men.

But… the other side actually fired directly.

Ouch, ouch, ouch…

Uh-huh…

There were wailings everywhere around me.

Countless people cried bitterly.

Francisco never expected that the opponent’s musket had such a long range.

By this time, the queue had become even more chaotic.

These brave soldiers suddenly realized something.

Immediately afterwards, the other party did not give the Spaniards any chance to breathe.

Four rows of Changping Guard soldiers quickly pulled the bolts of their guns, loaded the prepared bullets into the magazine, opened the bolts, and then…

This was a suffocating operation.

Bang bang bang bang…

Before the Spaniard could react, there was another volley.

More people fell.

The Spanish soldiers were completely panicked.

Before the enemy enters his range, the opponent’s bullets are coming in a steady stream.

The crackling sound of the gun was like a reminder.

Some Spaniards began to lie down.

Someone tried to back away.

Others are moving forward.

The entire square was in complete chaos.

What people fear most is the unknown. Unknown enemies are extremely scary because you can never figure out the opponent’s tactics or how the opponent will play their cards.

This is what is happening to the Spaniards now.

Before he could get closer, he was beaten to pieces.

Gunfire rang out.

Sir Francisco was already frightened.

He looked at the enemy in front of him in disbelief.

This short distance of dozens of steps was like a natural chasm to him.

And the other party… was firing bullets like crazy.

The most terrifying thing about Uncle Fang’s 1512 musket is that it can be easily loaded.

As a result, countless Spaniards fell in a pool of blood, and the remaining people subconsciously began to look for bunkers.

And once they find a bunker, then… this means that they are completely doomed.

The most fatal weakness of the matchlock is that it requires front loading of gunpowder and bullets. Since most matchlock barrels are extremely long, when loading, an iron bar must be used, that is, an iron bar is inserted into the barrel. Tighten the gunpowder.

It is very troublesome for a person to load ammunition while lying down. In other words, the length of a person’s arms is limited and it is simply impossible to do this.

At this time, the crackling gunshots continued.

Under Zhu Houzhao’s order, the Changping Guards began to advance. They moved forward step by step, loading and shooting at the same time.

Sir Francisco didn’t realize until this moment that he had seen a ghost.

He thought of Wang Xizuo.

Thinking of Wang Xizuo’s honest smile…

the soldiers around him were being shot and killed one after another.

When the bullet hit the ground, it spattered stones and dust, and even penetrated countless people’s bodies, splattering blood.

It’s over.

No one is immune.

This was a one-sided massacre because… Francisco realized that even if he wanted to retreat, it was impossible.

He became desperate and roared: “Move forward…”

Unfortunately… no one dared to move forward anymore.

…………

Emperor Hongzhi held up his telescope and looked at the city.

From the beginning, he was sweating, and then… Emperor Hongzhi’s expression began to become weird.

What he saw was not a battle at all.

It’s like a group of sheep, locked up by lions, and then unilaterally slaughtered.

Everything… is like a dream.

He saw a man falling in the Spanish phalanx, with blood flowing into a river.

So…he quickly turned around and looked at the soldiers of Changping Guard.

What the soldiers were holding was a long and narrow firecracker… because it was too far away to see clearly.

However, Emperor Hongzhi was almost convinced that this was a very sharp magic weapon.

Just before, the Changping Guards were just a group of sheep, but now, they have completely changed.

They kept moving forward, shooting those who tried to stand up and escape.

As a result, fewer and fewer Spaniards stood up. Occasionally, a Spaniard stood up, and soon it became a hornet’s nest.

And at this moment…

he saw a heroic figure.

With muskets shooting everywhere, a man, riding a horse and carrying a long knife, rushed to the front of the queue like a heroic knight.

That was… Fang Jifan…

Looking at Fang Jifan’s heroic appearance… Emperor Hongzhi suddenly felt filled with anger.

The successor is still very… heroic.

As Changpingwei approached step by step.

They stopped shooting, and then straightened up the bayonets on their muskets, sharp bayonets…

The Spaniards on the ground also tried to stand up and fight with the approaching Ming army.

But… the Changping Guard soldiers didn’t give them any chance, and stabbed hard with their bayonets.

Soon, the body of the person on the ground who wanted to stand up began to shake, and finally… there was no more sound.

“Come, I’ll take a look, I’ll take a look.”

Behind him, someone was holding a telescope, and someone was trying to snatch the telescope in his hand.

But the person holding the telescope refused to give it to him and held on to his telescope tightly.

“Xueshi Wang, how can you be so stingy?”

The person holding the telescope was Wang Bushi. Wang Bushi said: “I bought this telescope from Eunuch Xiao. It costs one thousand taels of silver. You don’t want to buy it yourself.” , why are you here to rob?”

The man showed a look of shame on his face, but he was not convinced. He was probably thinking in his heart, “Is it important to have money?”

The other officials could not see clearly what was happening below, but they all looked at Xiao Jing with resentment.

Xiao Jing said with a smile: “Yes, yes, there are many telescopes, only one thousand taels of silver, ah ah ah ah, so wonderful, so wonderful, you can’t see anything, this… is really eye-opening, this is simply …Simply…”

As he said this, he also raised a telescope and looked down at the city.

When the officials heard this, their hearts felt like claws scratching their hearts.

But… one thousand taels of silver, a telescope on the market is only three taels, why not grab it?

Shen Wen couldn’t hold it in any longer.

His son-in-law is still in the city, and he doesn’t know what happened to him. Moreover… his son-in-law still owed him money, and he didn’t know whether he would pay it back in the future. He stamped his feet anxiously, but was reluctant to buy a telescope, so he said: “Your Majesty…”

Emperor Hongzhi held up the telescope and seemed to be fascinated by what he saw. From time to time he uttered Weird sounds like ‘eh’ and ‘ah’.

“Your Majesty, Eunuch Xiao, he is just fooling around. Your Majesty, you don’t care about it.” Shen Wen is a relative of the emperor, but he is not afraid of Xiao Jing, and he will inevitably speak out for justice.

The officials nodded one after another. Although they were silent, their eyes seemed to say, yes, this old dog Xiao Jing is not a good thing either.

Emperor Hongzhi was still unaware and made a tut-tut sound: “Okay, okay… It has great merits, it has great merits… It’s not good… Succession, succession, he…”

After hearing the word “succession”, someone finally tolerated it. Can’t stand it anymore.

“I’ll buy it.” It was Ma Wensheng.

Ma Wensheng said: “I owe you.”

Xiao Jing cheered up: “I owe you, the interest rate of Xishan Bank.”

Ma Wensheng: “…”

Fortunately, a few days ago, Ma Wensheng made a fortune from the shares of Xingfu Group. He is the Minister of War, how can he be indifferent to the war happening in front of him.

Finally, he gritted his teeth and said, “Okay.”

Xiao Jing snapped his fingers, and our eunuch brought a new telescope.

Ma Wensheng took it, sighed inwardly, and was busy holding up the telescope and looking down.

Sure enough…he saw Fang Jifan at a glance.

Fang Jifan was so outstanding. Everyone else was on foot, but he was the only one riding on a horse, wielding a sword in his hand, and galloping around… huh? What about the Spanish?

When he lowered his head, he realized that the Spaniards were all lying on the ground, almost powerless to fight back.

“The Duke of Qi is so brave. It seems like this, but I don’t know how many beheadings he has beheaded.”

This time, Emperor Hongzhi seemed to have heard the truth and said with interest: “Seventeen.”

Shen Wen couldn’t help but said immediately: ” Your Majesty, I have something to ask…”

“Ah… tut tut tut…” Emperor Hongzhi began to wander again, making strange sounds from his mouth.

(End of chapter)