I am the prince of the Ming Dynasty, I don't give up

Chapter 547: Elegy (Part )

Jiang Bin's face became even gloomier. He already had few soldiers. If the soldiers still didn't take action out of consideration for their feelings, then he would have no chance of defending the city.
He grabbed the drumstick from the soldier who was beating the drum next to him, and then started beating it directly, and the sound of his drum became more urgent.
Shi Wanshan listened to the increasingly rapid drumbeats, gritted his teeth, and shouted, "They are rebels! We are fighting for His Majesty!"

"Fight for His Majesty" This voice echoed in the wilderness
".Fight for His Majesty!"

".Fight for His Majesty!"

This slogan was continuously shouted as the order was passed.
Some soldiers began to shout along, and more and more soldiers followed suit. This slogan had an extraordinary magical power, brushing away the confusion and hesitation in the hearts of every soldier.
Every soldier in the Guards shouted this slogan, and they shouted it more and more in unison. This slogan seemed to give them a backbone and a reason to move forward.
The Guards' column moved forward.
Xia Yingyong was still in a daze. When he came to his senses, he was already a few steps behind the team. His sense of responsibility and his instinct from training made him catch up with the team. He was in the second row.
Everyone who was watching the battlefield was nervous again. As the two teams got closer and closer, everyone held their breath.
If you look from the air, you can see two red lines standing out on the snow, and they are getting closer and closer.
The atmosphere on the battlefield was extremely solemn, and everyone was living a miserable life. But what surprised everyone was that time passed so quickly, so quickly that before they could react, both sides were at a suitable shooting distance.
Ma Desheng nervously calculated the distance between the two sides. When the guards were 200 meters away, he ordered: "Raise your guns!"

All the Old Guards were hesitant, and only a few chose to raise their guns.
"Fight for His Majesty!" Ma Desheng chose to copy the homework directly
"Fight for His Majesty!"

"Fight for His Majesty!"

Shouts arose from the ranks of the Old Guards, perhaps because of the magic of the slogan, or perhaps because of the pressure brought by the advancing ranks of the Guards.
Guan Dali stood in the first row. He shouted slogans and woodenly fired the hammer, raising the musket. The cold gun body lowered the temperature of his brain a little.
Xia Songshan was standing next to him, also in the first row, and he also raised his musket.
The rest no longer needed Ma Desheng's command, the officers of each platoon would choose the right time to open fire.
"Fire!" When the Guards' column approached the Old Guards' column 100 meters in front of the Old Guards' column, the officers in the front row of the Old Guards decisively ordered
But to everyone's surprise, not a single shot was fired.
"Fire!"

"Fire!"

The orders continued to be given, but no one responded.
In fact, the officers in the front row also had muskets in their hands, but they just gave orders mechanically, and no one fired. Everyone knew that firing would cause a chain reaction, and the first person to fire at friendly forces was destined to overcome an extremely huge psychological barrier.
While the Old Guards were in a dilemma, the Guards also raised their guns, but they did not obey the order to fire.
An extremely strange scene appeared on the battlefield again.
"Fight for His Majesty!"

"Fight for His Majesty!"

"Fight for His Majesty!"

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Both sides shouted the same slogan, they were cheering themselves up and building up their mental strength through this slogan.
The atmosphere on the battlefield became increasingly tense. Everyone knew what would happen when that critical point arrived. Everyone was aware of the enormous power of the Zhengde Sixteen-style Infantry Gun at this distance.
Xia Yingyong also kept shouting this slogan. The two sides were about a hundred meters apart, so close that he could clearly see the spit and white air flying from the opponent's shouting, the dense black muzzles, the expressions of fear, tension, or numbness on his opponent's face, and the
Can see clearly.
Xia Yingyong was so shocked that he put down his musket. He saw a man in the front row opposite him, a man he was very familiar with.
He thought he had seen it wrong, that he was hallucinating, so he rubbed his eyes vigorously and confirmed again that he had not seen it wrong. He even matched the badge of honor on his chest.
He felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar, and his heart was filled with a huge sense of absurdity.
The next moment, he dropped his musket and ran forward, pushing aside the people in the first row, ran out of the queue, and ran to the opposite side.
"Dad!" he shouted, and his shout seemed to instantly drown out the voices of everyone else shouting slogans.
A man suddenly rushed out of the three-mile-long queue, and the soldiers in the front row noticed him immediately.
His appearance also became the last straw that broke the camel's back for many people.
"Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang -"

The entire battlefield seemed to be swept by a violent storm.
Under the flickering firelight, the people in the neat queues on both sides fell down like wheat being cut, and instantly became incomplete.
The advancement of technology has also greatly improved the efficiency of killing.
The spurting hot blood created blood holes of various sizes on the snow, and the pure white snow was instantly dyed red.
The teams on both sides were instantly enveloped by thick white smoke, the pungent smell of gunpowder, and the sweet smell of blood.
Even the sun in the sky hid behind the dark clouds, as if it couldn't bear to see such a scene.
But the battle continued. After everyone's psychological defenses were breached, it became much easier to fire the next shot. Those who were not fallen mechanically reloaded their muskets. Their bodies and faces were splattered with the blood of their comrades. Their brains had lost their ability to think, and only the muscles left over from their usual training were guiding their reloading movements.
The flames kept flashing and the smoke kept increasing.
The soft lead bullets were sharper than sickles under the violent thrust of gunpowder, and a large hole was torn in the solid plate armor. A guard soldier on the opposite side tilted his body, staggered back two steps, and fell to the ground with a bang.
Guan Dali made a sound of "Ah Ah" and gasped violently. He put down the musket and stood it up. He was not injured in the shooting just now. He took out a medicine bag from his waist and poured it into the muzzle of the musket.
As a result, he noticed a figure crawling up from the corner of his eye. The figure was staggering and about to rush forward. Guan Dali's heart moved, and he didn't care about anything else. He threw the musket aside and hugged the man's legs directly. The man fell to the ground.
"My child! My son!" The man fell to the ground and continued to crawl forward frantically, making shrill cries as he crawled.
That man was Xia Songshan. When Xia Yingyong rushed out of the queue, he recognized his son at first sight and heard Xia Yingyong's last cry. He collapsed. He didn't expect that father and son would meet under such circumstances. He threw down his musket and rushed forward, but he was tripped by something under his feet and fell to the ground.
Guan Dali beside him also noticed all this, and immediately understood everything, and hurried to stop Xia Songshan.
(End of this chapter)