Reborn as a Cube Man in the Late Ming Dynasty

The distance between the two sides has been reduced.

The Jin cavalry had already regarded Liu Er and his men as reinforcements, and without the slightest hesitation, they drew their bows and arrows.

The bowstrings were drawn back, and with a shout from the lead Later Jin cavalryman, everyone simultaneously released their bowstrings.

Arrows rained down from the sky.

These arrows were not thrown randomly; each one was clearly aimed, heading straight for Liu Er and the others' chests, faces, and horses.

He was a seasoned warrior who grew up on horseback, and his horsemanship and archery skills were superb.

Arrows rained down, threatening to turn everyone into pincushions, but the men in the front row were already prepared, raising several shields.

Arrows struck the shield repeatedly, but none could penetrate it. Even the few arrows that were aimed at the gaps were somehow blocked by the edge of the shield.

The Later Jin cavalrymen opposite were clearly taken aback. They looked down at the bow in their hands, then at the unharmed group of people.

He simply assumed it was because he hadn't touched a bowstring in a long time and was out of practice, never considering the shield as a possibility, and had no idea that this shield was far more than an ordinary one.

The Later Jin cavalry fired several more rounds, but found that none of them could penetrate the shields. Realizing that their arrows were useless, they simply put away their bows and charged forward.

As the distance closed again, Dang Shousu and the others took out their muskets and began loading them efficiently.

The Later Jin cavalry on the opposite side saw this scene but only sneered.

"Another musket."

"Have we not seen enough of these firearms from the Ming army?"

One of the cavalrymen grinned and said, "They make quite a show of force, but actually hitting someone won't be that easy."

They had naturally witnessed the power of firearms when they attacked the capital.

Even they dared not withstand a single volley of bombardment from the cannons atop the city walls.

But a cannon is a cannon, and a musket is a musket!

Whether it was a three-barreled musket or a matchlock musket, these battle-hardened Later Jin cavalrymen considered it no real threat.

As long as they spread out on horseback, their horsemanship will make it difficult for the enemy to hit many people even if they fire their guns.

Even those heavy cannons couldn't really scare them off, let alone mere muskets.

"spread!"

The cavalrymen spread out, and their originally somewhat concentrated formation quickly dispersed into several groups, some even several feet apart.

Although they spoke with disdain, their actions were anything but hesitant.

Those who have survived the battlefield to this day would naturally not risk their lives to test Ming Dynasty firearms.

This is an instinct they developed through countless battles.

I'd rather put in more effort than become a sitting duck for a group of musketeers.

"They're just some muskets."

"Once they finish this round, we'll rush in."

"One reload from them is enough for us to wipe them out once."

Dang Shousu and the others did not rush to fire, but simply held their muskets quietly, adjusting the muzzles as the horses moved.

No one panicked; they just watched them approach.

The Later Jin cavalry sensed something was wrong.

The Ming soldiers before him seemed somewhat different from those he had encountered in the past.

They didn't bring any cavalry for a charge, fearing they'd be thrown into disarray.

Dang Shousu's hand was raised.

His eyes narrowed suddenly only when the group of Later Jin cavalry had entered the optimal firing range.

"First team, fire!"

Click!

A series of clicking sounds rang out.

A cavalryman's chest exploded with blood, and he fell off his horse.

Another person staggered, his bow and arrow flying from his hand, tumbling and falling into the mud. Two warhorses, wounded, neighed and reared up, throwing their riders off.

"What?"

The Later Jin cavalry stirred up a commotion.

They instinctively turned around to look.

In this single round, several members of the team of dozens of riders had already fallen.

"This gun is wrong!"

Unlike the muskets they had seen before, the aim was off.

"Don't panic!"

The lead cavalryman shouted sternly.

He was a seasoned veteran and quickly realized what was happening.

"They just finished a round!"

"Let's rush over there now!"

What is the biggest weakness of the musket?

Loading.

As long as they rushed forward while the Ming army was reloading their guns and ammunition, even the most skilled musketeers would become lambs to the slaughter.

But Dang Shousu raised his hand again.

"Second team."

"shooting!"

Bang bang bang!

Another roar.

Flames erupted again from the crowd, and the expressions on the faces of the charging Later Jin cavalry froze.

This time, it was even more precise than the last round.

Several cavalrymen were hit by bullets and fell heavily to the ground, disrupting the charging formation.

"Scatter!" the leader shouted.

But it was too late.

"Third team, prepare."

Click.

The sound, upon reaching the ears of the Later Jin cavalry, was like the Grim Reaper, the devil who would claim their lives.

They had originally planned to rush up and wipe out the Ming soldiers, but who would have thought that in just a few exchanges, they would lose most of their men.

If I stay any longer, I'm afraid I'll end up getting myself killed.

Seeing that most of the squad he had sent had died, Boshiku, who was still chasing the Ming army, dared not gamble any longer.

They fled with the remaining cavalry without looking back.

Dang Shousu and his men did not give chase. They put away their muskets and rode their horses to the Ming army.

The Ming soldiers, who had been fighting desperately just moments before, now gathered together, each bearing injuries of varying degrees, and couldn't help but hiss.

After carefully looking around, Dang Shousu had a clear idea of ​​what was going on.

Although the injuries varied in severity, none of them were life-threatening on the spot.

These superficial wounds can heal completely in less than a few seconds by simply taking out food.

But of course they couldn't do that.

"Brothers, are you alright?" Dang Shousu asked as he dismounted.

The leader gritted his teeth, forced himself to stand up, clasped his hands and said, "Thank you for saving us, brothers. If you hadn't come, our group would probably be in grave danger."

"May I ask which unit you belong to?"

Dang Shousu replied naturally, "The troops from Yansui Garrison who came to the aid of the emperor are under the command of Li Chengshan."

The Ming soldier was quite surprised and said, "So it's you! We've heard a lot about you along the way. We heard that whenever you encountered Jurchens, you would chase and kill them."

"Everyone says that the loyalist corps in Yansui Town doesn't even want credit; they just kill the Jurchens whenever they catch them."

"He was quite famous among the loyalist troops."

The leader, a captain, asked curiously, "Is it you?"

"I just happened to run into them and dealt with it on the side," Dang Shousu said.

Although the mission was to carry out a beheading, the Jurchen raids on villages along the way, or the current situation, made it impossible to ignore them.

As for reporting credit, that's another matter entirely.

In the Ming army, if a soldier was to claim credit for a head, he would usually cut off the left ear and leave the scalp on to prevent someone from killing innocent people and claiming credit for it.

These things were of little use to Dang Shousu and others.

If that's the case, why waste time?

Dang Shousu casually asked, "By the way, how did you end up running into them?"

The captain sighed, "Don't even mention it. We were originally ordered to come and scout out the situation."

"I heard a few days ago that there were Later Jin troops active in this area, and some people said that a Jurchen of considerable status seemed to have arrived nearby."

"The higher-ups were worried, so they sent me with some men to check it out. Who knew that what we found would almost cost us our lives?"

"How so?" Dang Shousu raised an eyebrow, intrigued, and took out a bag of candy, pouring it into his mouth.

The officer, who had been speaking, was suddenly drawn to that direction.

"sugar."

Dang Shousu chewed a couple of times, took out a bag, poured out some, and handed it over, saying, "Have some, don't be shy!"

Ba was somewhat stunned: "For me?"

Dang Shousu laughed and said, "It's just a few pieces of candy, not gold or silver."

The captain didn't dare to actually reach out and grab it, but carefully picked up a single grain.

The sugar granules were pure white and fine, falling into the palm of my hand like tiny pieces of white jade.

He stared at it for a long time before putting it in his mouth.

The sweetness melts on the tip of the tongue.

Open your eyes wide.

So sweet.

He instinctively reached for another grain, but stopped halfway through his hand.

The captain coughed lightly, put it in his pocket, and planned to keep it.

This is a really good thing, very precious. If you take it to the city, you can exchange it for a lot of grain!

He glanced at Dang Shousu's overflowing pockets and felt a pang of envy.

Luxury, knowing how to enjoy life.

The captain continued, "The place was heavily guarded. We initially thought it was just an ordinary Later Jin cavalry, but we realized something was wrong when we got nearby."

"The patrols, scouts, and sentries were layered upon layer, and the armor and weapons worn by those people were much better than those of ordinary Jurchens."

He still looked a little scared: "With so few people, we were no match for them at all. We were scattered as soon as we started fighting."

"Many of our brothers died or were wounded. We barely managed to fight our way out and escape here."