Chapter 247： Six queued to be shot in the battle of Pittburg

"Xu Jin shoots alternately!"

"preparation!"

Bryce yelled, and he rode his horse and walked with the officers and soldiers. Many generals of the coalition army went to battle with their own troops, not because they were so brave, but because they were afraid that if they were not present, the soldiers under their command would collapse.

There was a clattering sound, and the Arda army of 1,000 people lined up in three neat rows. After hearing Bryce's order, the first row immediately leveled their guns and pointed their guns at the Kent army in front.

At this distance, the Arda soldiers could already see the eyebrows and eyes of the soldiers on the opposite side.

Bryce raised his hand and waved down heavily: "Fire!"

From the perspective of the Kent army, there was a sudden burst of smoke from the opposite side, followed by weird explosions and the "swish" sound of something rubbing against the air.

Then many people will be unlucky! Especially the spearmen standing in the first row to protect the archers.

Seeing the people of Arda stop, they judged that the other party was about to launch a "fire crossbow", so they kept swinging their spears according to their past experience in dealing with bows and arrows, hoping to knock down those things that might be similar to crossbow arrows shot in midair.

But this set has no effect in the face of the deadly metal projectiles that are quickly fired.

When the first row of gunshots sounded, the spearmen standing in front of the archers fell to the ground almost neatly. Only a few sporadic people continued to wave their spears in a daze, and they hadn't realized what was going on.

Arda soldiers equipped with flintlock guns lined up very closely, and at a distance of 50 meters, the smoothbore barrel could also guarantee a certain degree of accuracy. Moreover, the spearmen opposite them were lined up very closely, even if the bullets missed the target, they could still hit the people around the target.

Moans of pain soon sounded throughout the right-wing front of the Kent army. The soldiers who fell on the ground twisted and struggled, and many of them lost their breath after moving slightly.

"Shoot! Shoot!"

"Suppress the Arda people remotely!"

The officers on the right wing of the Kent army kept calm and immediately urged the archers to counterattack.

While the opponents were in a panic, the first platoon of Arda's army stayed put to reload, the two platoons behind passed their comrades in front, and then the new first platoon was ready to fire.

They suffered another wave of arrow rain, but this time it was much sparser, causing few casualties.

Bryce gave the order: "Fire!"

There was another burst of gunfire on the battlefield. This time it was the archers of the Kent army who were unlucky. After falling down many people, they became terrified. Many archers began to retreat and hide behind others. Anyway, don’t let yourself stand in front. They have already seen that the long-range weapons such as the "Fire Crossbow" do not project in a curved line, but attack the target directly in front of them in a nearly straight line, so the probability of unlucky people standing in the first row is higher.

So the right flank of the Kentish army slowly began to move back.

But as far as the overall situation on the battlefield is concerned, the form of the coalition forces is not good.

The Kent army has more cavalry, a larger total number, and a higher armor rate. The balance of victory is gradually tilting towards them.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Earl Parker demanded that all the generals who were proficient in martial arts go to the field in person. Regardless of his age, he led his personal guard cavalry to charge left and right.

The appearance of the generals encouraged the officers and soldiers at the bottom, and their morale rose a bit, but it was not known how long it could last, after all, the essential balance of power remained unchanged.

"We must end the fighting on the left flank as soon as possible, and then go to support other friendly forces."

After looking at the overall situation, Bryce called Joyce to discuss and make the above decision.

At this time, Arda's army had fired four times, causing huge casualties to the Kent army on the opposite side. The enemy didn't break up yet, they just ran far away, but the arrows they shot were also greatly reduced in power, and they were scattered and chaotic, out of scale.

"Salvoe ready!"

With an order, the soldiers in the first row immediately knelt on one knee, and the soldiers in the three rows pointed their guns at the enemy in unison.

"Fire!"

Three platoons of soldiers pulled the triggers simultaneously.

In an instant, there was a loud noise, so powerful that it even shocked other people on the battlefield.

The two sides that were fighting stopped at the same time, and looked in the direction of Arda's army.

A scene of lions fighting rabbits is being staged.

The power of the three rows of musket salvos was enormous. Not only did it successfully sweep down a large group of archers who were bending their bows and nodding their arrows, but it also completely broke down the psychological defenses of the remaining archers.

"Father in heaven!"

An archer yelled in dismay, turned around and ran away. The comrade standing in front of him just now was hit by a stray bullet. His head split open like a watermelon, and his skull hit him backwards.

This shout was like the last straw that broke the camel's back. Driven by him, the surrounding Kent soldiers also turned and ran back. Although they were slowly retreating before, the basic order was still maintained, but now it is completely chaotic, and everyone wishes they could grow two legs.

Bryce drew out his saber and pointed forward: "Assault!"

"kill!"

The three rows of Arda soldiers suddenly burst into shouts of killing, and then rushed towards the collapsing Kent army archers with bayonet-mounted muskets.

The few who still insisted on archery saw the enemy rushing towards them, and quickly turned around and ran away.

The archers of the Kent army have long lost the protection of the spearmen, and their own melee equipment is only a dagger, which cannot resist the bayonets of the soldiers of Arda, let alone they are still falling apart No one stood up to organize them to fight back. The officers were frightened by their own courage, and they didn't know where to flee.

…

Joss held a bayonet and followed Sergeant Makarov closely.

In the past, whether it was fighting cavalry or archers, they used muskets to strike the enemy from a distance. And this time, they're going to fight the enemy face to face... well, actually face to back, because the enemy is now on the run.

Sergeant Makarov caught up to an enemy soldier and thrust his bayonet cleanly into his back.

Seeing that they were chasing after them, several other enemy soldiers turned around and drew out their daggers, each with fierce eyes.

"Ah ah ah!"

Not knowing whether it was to intimidate them or to embolden themselves, the archers shouted strangely, and then charged forward together holding their daggers.

Mark Love gestured behind him, raising his bayonet to block the front dagger.

Joss and another comrade-in-arms confronted the archer rushing from behind, and the comrades pushed aside the opponent's dagger vigorously. Taking advantage of the opponent's stagger, Joss accurately stabbed the bayonet into his left rib, just like the usual training So accurate.

No hesitation, no mercy, who would think so much at the moment of life and death.

However, if I think about it carefully after the battle, it might be...

The other Kent soldiers who were trying to fight back saw that their comrades rushing forward were easily killed, their bodies went limp, and their daggers fell to the ground.

"Forgive me! We surrender!"

They knelt on the ground with their buttocks in the air, and their bodies kept shaking.

Similar scenes are constantly being played out on the right wing of the Kent Army.

"Congratulations, Lieutenant Colonel, a textbook defeat!"

Joyce, the commander of the third battalion, said this to Bryce with satisfaction.