Anti-Qing: Starting from the Jintian Uprising

Chapter 271 Miller: The advantage is still mine!
Soon, the distance between the two sides was shortened to a certain extent.

"The enemy advances 100 meters, everyone must be killed!"

"Fire!"

Accompanied by a shout, Robert subconsciously followed everyone and pulled the trigger.

There was a series of crisp snapping sounds.

Under the effect of recoil, the butt of the gun hit Robert's shoulder hard.

A puff of smoke came out of the muzzle of the gun, and his vision was quickly obscured by the smoke.

Before his vision was completely blocked by the thick smoke, Robert keenly saw that more than a thousand Tang soldiers who were charging fell to the ground almost at the same time.

The battlefield in front of him was empty!
This scene almost made Robert unable to hold back and cheer with his fists.

However, while Robert was excited, he couldn't help but feel a little bit unbelievable.

When did the hit rate of the muskets in their hands become so high?
Robert had witnessed musket fire before.

But according to his experience, with the current distance between the two armies, a round of salvos from the British army would generally only kill dozens or hundreds of people at most.

In addition, the Tang army's formation was so scattered that it would be a great success if a round of volleys could kill dozens of people.

But how come more than a thousand Tang soldiers who were charging fell to the ground all of a sudden?
This is too strange!

Unlike Robert and other ordinary soldiers who were surprised, Miller, the commander of the British army, could not help but clench his fists, with veins exposed on the back of his hands and an extremely solemn expression.

Because he had just seen with his own eyes through the telescope that those Tang soldiers who fell to the ground were not knocked down by the British army's volleys at all.

Instead, they lay down on their own initiative!

……

"Everyone, get down!"

"Free Fire!"

"beat!!"

As the distance was shortened to a certain extent, the Tang army soldiers stopped, lay on the ground, and started shooting in a lying position.

Snapped! Bang bang!

The Tang soldiers lying prone raised their guns and aimed at the British soldiers in front of them, repeatedly pulling the trigger, reloading, and pulling the trigger again...

For a moment, crisp gunshots rang out.

Dense bullets were fired at the British troops in front of them.

The British army, advancing in a line formation, was a complete sitting duck in front of the Tang army.

After Robert fired the shot, he stood still and loaded the musket in his hand in an orderly manner according to the manual.

In his opinion, the first round of volleys from his side had definitely inflicted heavy damage on the Tang army in front of them.

Even if the Tang army has not retreated or been defeated, its morale is definitely not very high and it should be on the verge of defeat.

There is a high probability that you will not have the courage to keep moving forward!

If that's the case, then there's no need for him to rush around reloading the musket in his hand, right?
There's no harm in taking your time!

However, just as Robert was slowly loading the musket in his hand, a burst of chaotic gunfire rang out on the battlefield.

Robert couldn't help frowning.

"Shit, which unit is firing indiscriminately?"

"Don't they know that muskets must be fired in unison? How can they hit the target by firing randomly like this? This is simply nonsense!"

Charlie, who was also loading his musket nearby, also spoke up when he heard this.

"It sounds like the gunshots are coming from the opposite side. The Tang army is firing."

Robert heard this and nodded in agreement.

"These Tang soldiers are really a mob. They don't even know how to fire a volley..."

However, Robert had just said half of his words when he felt a pain in his chest.

Looking down, he saw a ball of blood blooming on his chest.

He could feel that all the strength in his body was being drained away. Then his feet went weak and he collapsed to the ground.

Robert, who was lying on the ground, had not yet died. He just tried to open his mouth wide and called for help in a hoarse voice.

"It's a pity, it's a pity!"

But the sound of gunfire on the battlefield became more and more frequent, completely drowning out Robert's cries for help.

Robert could only watch in despair as his comrades fell to the ground one after another.

No one came to rescue him!

"Why are the Tang army's gunshots so dense? Aren't there only more than a thousand of them..."

This was the only thought in Robert's mind as he lay dying.

As the Tang army soldiers continued to fire, in the blink of an eye, almost all the British soldiers in the first row of the line were replaced.

One lobster soldier after another fell to the ground, screaming in agony.

But even so, the lobster soldiers still insisted on fighting. They continued to reload and advance forward in neat line formations.

Snapped! Bang bang!

The lobster soldiers who had completed reloading fired another round of volleys.

However, the lobster soldiers' volleys posed limited threat to the Tang army who were lying down and firing.

Apart from making a sound, it has no other function.

Miller rode on horseback and looked at the entire battlefield. He saw that the Tang army's firepower was fierce, but his own counterattack was ineffective. He was so anxious that he kept turning around in place.

"We can't go on like this, we can't go on like this!"

Miller said this through gritted teeth, his expression inevitably a little ferocious.

Seeing the heavy casualties among his front-line soldiers, Miller finally couldn't hold back and decided to take a gamble. He pulled the messenger next to him and shouted angrily.

"Pass my order, stop the musket fire, and charge the whole army!"

"Launch a bayonet charge immediately and stab those damn Chinese in the ass with your bayonets."

Since he couldn't win the musket fight, Miller decided to fight the Tang army with bayonets.

It would be fine if they couldn't defeat the Tang army in a musket fight, but Miller didn't believe that they couldn't defeat them in a bayonet fight either!

Six thousand versus two thousand, this advantage is still mine!

As a burst of rapid waist drum sounds rang out, the British soldiers who received the order drew out the bayonets at their waists and stuck them into the slots of the muzzles of their guns.

The next moment, shouts and screams resounded throughout the wilderness.

"Kill!"

"Long live Great Britain, long live the Queen!"

"God bless you! Kill!"

"..."

The lobster soldiers raised their muskets with bayonets and rushed towards the scattered Tang army in front of them like a surging red tide.

He attempted to rely on his own military advantage to defeat the Tang army in front of him in one fell swoop and win the war!
……

As the British army charged, the Tang army, which was attacking in a skirmish line, immediately began to retreat.

They fled backwards, keeping their distance, while continuing to turn around and shoot.

The sound of gunfire continued to ring out!
However, because the Tang army soldiers needed to turn around and shoot from time to time, the distance between the two sides was obviously getting closer.

However, the British army's originally tight line formation inevitably became loose as they charged.

The neat lines quickly became crooked and then completely out of formation.

At this moment, the Tang cavalry, which had been wandering on the edge of the battlefield for a long time, finally moved.

Bao Chao seized the opportunity very quickly, drew the saber from his waist and shouted.

"Kill!"

"Brothers, follow me and kill the ghosts!"

After he finished speaking, he jumped on his horse, whipped his horse, and rushed towards the rear of the charging British army.

If the British infantry maintained their formation, Bao Chao would naturally not lead his troops to attack.

It is not a wise move to use cavalry to attack well-organized infantry.

But, isn’t the British army taking action now?

Since they launched a full-scale charge on the front battlefield, the formation would inevitably become loose because of the charge.

Moreover, the flanks and rear will be less guarded due to the frontal charge!
And this was the opportunity that the Tang cavalry had been waiting for.

Bao Chao jumped on his horse and whipped the horse to rush to the front. Breezes mixed with the smell of blood and gunpowder blew towards him, making Bao Chao even more excited.

He swung the saber in his hand vigorously and led the team to the front.

The rumbling sound of horse hooves seemed to crush everything.

The cavalry galloped, drawing an arc on the flank of the battlefield and rushing straight towards the rear of the British army.

A moment later, the Tang cavalry came charging in.

Bao Chao took the lead and rushed into the rear of the British army.

As the horse galloped, a British soldier who was blocking his way was knocked away.

He swung the saber in his hand, the blade flashed like a streak of light, the head flew away, and warm blood splattered all over him.

But Bao Chao continued to lead the team to charge without any concern.

The Tang army's cavalry was like a tiger among a flock of sheep, charging into the British army wantonly, their sabers stained with blood, and the triggers of the revolvers they carried were constantly pulled.

The Tang cavalry charged back and forth in the British formation as if they were in an empty space. Bao Chao, who was in the front, quickly killed a large number of people and horses.

As the Tang cavalry charged, the British army finally began to collapse. The proud lobster soldiers dropped their weapons and fled.

However, how could they escape from the four-legged cavalry with just their two legs!
A warhorse galloped past him, and with a light blow of the saber, the head flew off. The headless corpse ran several more steps under the action of inertia before falling to the ground.

The cavalry of the Tang army were simply killing crazy. They kept charging, charging, and charging again!
It was as if he wanted to kill all the enemies that stood in his way!
At the same time, the Tang army infantry who were originally retreating stopped retreating when they saw their own cavalry entering the field to reap the harvest.

"Everyone, put on your bayonets and kill!"

"Kill the ghosts and protect our hometown!"

"..."

A shrill charge sounded, and the Tang army infantry, holding their muskets with bayonets, rushed towards the British army that was in chaos due to the attack of the Tang army cavalry.

Charlie had collapsed, and he felt as if everything in front of him was stained red with blood.

The rumbling sound of horse hooves has almost become his nightmare.

Tang cavalry kept passing by him, and many of his familiar comrades turned into corpses in the blink of an eye.

Jason had half his head chopped off, with red and white brains splattered everywhere; Cyril had a large gash in his abdomen caused by a saber, with his colorful internal organs pouring out; Tom was knocked away by a warhorse, his chest collapsed as he lay wailing on the ground, and then his head was crushed by the hoof of a galloping horse...

Everything he saw was shocking.

Charlie stood there in a daze, not knowing what to do.

But at this moment, a burst of shouting and killing came from behind him.

When Charlie turned around, he saw several Tang soldiers rushing towards him with rifles with bayonets fixed, and one of them went straight at him.

Charlie subconsciously turned around to block, but saw a flash of fire from the muzzle of the rifle in the Tang army's hand.

Then there was a loud bang, and he was hit in the head by a bullet. The kinetic energy of the bullet was strong when shot at close range, and Charlie's skull was directly blown open, his brain burst, and he died instantly.

(End of this chapter)