Myanmar has a very superior geographical location on the Indochina Peninsula. At this time, the Western powers had not yet conquered the vast Indian subcontinent, and had to do business with China. Therefore, they had no desire to attack Myanmar, and they also needed to supply ships, transfer goods, and purchase local products in Myanmar. Therefore, Myanmar obtained a lot of firearms from Portugal, Spain and the Dutch. The quality of the muskets was good and the quantity was quite considerable...

After hearing the order of Baiya Jian, a large number of Burmese soldiers holding muskets ran to the position and were preparing to shoot at the Ming cavalry that was coming. The Burmese army had already seen the defeat of the central army and knew that the commander had fled to their side. The soldiers were not like their commanders. The soldiers had a very poor understanding of the entire battle situation. At this time, many people were panicked and at a loss, and could not figure out what was going on. How many Ming army had there? After seeing a team of Ming cavalry coming towards him, many Burmese soldiers were frightened.

Since the officer ordered the fire, the musketeers rushed to the front of the position and quickly pulled the trigger, fired a random shot in front, and took two steps back and reloaded the ammunition again.

Deng Mingzheng led the team to run quickly. He first saw the fire on the opposite position, then clusters of white smoke rose, and then heard the continuous sound of gunfire.

"So many muskets." Deng Ming raised his hand to signal the soldiers to stop. One hundred and fifty Ming knights stopped their horses and stood hundreds of meters away and quietly looked at the enemy in front of him.

More and more Myanmar soldiers have arrived at the shooting position. The Ming army heard the Burmese gunshots, as dense as a sudden rain. The smoke on the opposite side gradually became thicker and thicker. The flames ejected from the muzzle were not as clear as they could see at the beginning, but appeared in the smoke, like lightning hiding in the dark clouds.

"The enemy has no experience," after listening for a moment, an officer said to Deng Ming: "They do not have unified command, they all attack their own, and the bullet replacement is not fast enough, and they are far from comparable to the standing army of the capital."

"Yes." Deng Ming nodded slightly. His views were exactly the same as this officer. Not only did the Burmese soldiers lack experience, but even the officers obviously did not know how to use firearms. Deng Ming has seen in many movies that the correct way to use muskets is to fire volleys, and the closer they are to the enemy, the better. The officers of the Ming army have been trained by decades of large-scale wars. Although they have never watched the movie, they have heard of the field use of firearms. At least they know that they cannot let the soldiers shoot randomly on their own, and they cannot open fire blindly at such a long distance.

"Do you start a charge?" Many officers under Deng Ming were eager to try. The speed of the bullet replacement of the mezzanine was not fast. Even the well-trained regular military musketeers in the Dufu had a chance to fire the second shot when the cavalry charged at high speed. The Burmese soldiers on the opposite side were obviously even more unable to do it. The only thing they had to worry about was how much damage the opponent's first shot could cause to their side. Now it seems that the opponent's soldiers had a poor grasp of the effective killing distance.

"No." Deng Ming shook his head. Although the opponent's shooting was very scattered, it could still lead to a group of Ming troops being hit during the charge: "The war with the Burmese people has just begun, so we must try our best to avoid losses."

Ming Jun stood there and waited for a while. Deng Ming noticed that the gunshots seemed to be sparse, so he ordered the Ming Jun in the front row to prepare for a feint attack: "After listening to my order, everyone shouted in unison and raised their swords to move forward, but after rushing out twenty steps, they would turn back. Pay attention to saving horsepower, so you might as well raise the sword high."

Opposite Deng Ming, a Burmese musketeer was slowly cleaning the barrel. This weapon purchased from the Thais is so powerful, much stronger than traditional crossbows, and even the power of the steel knife is far from comparable to it. The great-grandfather of this Burmese soldier is a military household, so his grandfather and father are also in the army. Now the identity of the soldier has been passed on to him. When he was stationed in Awa, the Burmese soldier also received firearm training, and the main thing in daily practice is the filling exercise. The filling of the cotwire gun is too complicated and very large.

The danger is that if you accidentally blow yourself to death; every time you take off the fuse and carefully clean the fire pool, the Burmese soldier must confirm that the fuse has indeed been dealt with safely - this will undoubtedly further slow down the loading speed, but many companions who think they are extremely skilled in their movements and do not need to be inspected specifically were blown up by gunpowder. This Burmese soldier once witnessed several unlucky comrades lying motionlessly on the ground, and their entire face was burned by gunpowder and could not even identify their identity - so he must check it again and again.

In addition to loading practice, every Burmese musket soldier has also shot the target. If he were on the shooting range, no one would fire at such a distance now, because everyone knew that the projectile would fall to the ground if it could not fly on the target. But the problem is that today is not a threatening scarecrow, but a Chinese cavalry holding a shaky sabre and trying to rush over to cut off your head.

Therefore, the Burmese soldiers, like their companions, fired a shot forward without thinking as long as they loaded the bullets, and did not pay attention to whether the distance was appropriate. At least actual combat proved that their tactics were valuable. Now the Ming cavalry has been suppressed by their own firepower and cannot break into the Burmese army's formation.

The noise of shouting on the side became louder and louder, as if the collapse of friendly forces in the direction of the central army was getting wider and wider. A nervous Burmese soldier accidentally touched the gunpowder bag hanging on his body while untiing the rope. Suddenly, a string of firecrackers suddenly exploded in the queue. The Burmese soldier's whole body was on fire. After a burst of noise, the soldiers and their clothes were burned and fell to the ground. Although his companions around him dodged in time, they still formed a circle and looked at him from afar with lingering fear.

Reloading is a work that is highly mentally stressful and can easily lead to fatigue. After this accident, many Burmese musketeers slowed down. The slightly calmer officers and soldiers planned to carefully observe the accurate distance between the enemy and us.

"The thief rushed up!"

The Ming army on the opposite side suddenly pointed the saber into the sky and made terrifying shouts.

"Fight!" All the Burmese officers shouted at the same time and issued shooting orders. The Burmese musketeers who were frightened by the officers pulled the triggers at the Ming army, regardless of the situation. Some of them had not had time to complete the loading, and some had hurriedly pulled the fuse before they had been loading, and some had fired empty guns at the Ming army. Some of them had forgotten, while some of them just wanted to scare and stop the Ming army; some of them had already completed the loading, but because they were calmer, they did not rush to open fire as before, but planned to take a breath, and now they were busy firing.

The Ming army obviously could not resist its own fierce firepower. The Burmese soldiers saw the Ming army lower their heads before the intensive fire guns and retreated like a tide. After seeing this scene, the Burmese officers and soldiers all smiled relaxedly, and the sound of breathing was everywhere on the positions.

However, although the Ming cavalry retreated, the threat had not been lifted yet. They flashed to both sides, revealing a row of cavalry behind them. The Ming soldiers raised their sabers neatly and took the same posture as the group of Ming cavalry just now. Soon another shout came from the same voice, and the Ming army launched the second round of charge.

"Fight!"

"Fight!"

Suddenly, another loud roar was heard from the Myanmar army. The officers were anxious and urged the musketeers who were loading their heads.

The continuous fire of muskets once again repelled the Ming army's attack. In front of more than 14,000 officers and soldiers on the right wing of the Burmese army, more than 100 Ming cavalry were divided into two teams and repeatedly tried to approach the Burmese army. The Burmese army blocked the Ming army's cavalry with its fierce firepower, causing the Ming army to launch more than ten charges, but returned in vain again and again.

The elephants were already led to the formation. Although they were far away from the front line, the sound of muskets still made these big guys feel a little uneasy, and the riders had to do their best to comfort them.

"If the musket is not stopped, how can the war elephant be brought up?" An officer said dissatisfiedly: "How can the elephant be brought up if he does not allow the elephant to go up?"

"Now, it's all up to the muskets to resist the thief cavalry. What if the muskets are stopped and the thieves are rushed in?" another officer argued.

While speaking, they turned their eyes to the judge of the banner, General Baiya Jian. Baiya Jian was also in a dilemma at this time. The central army seemed to have completely collapsed, and the Ming cavalry over there would turn around and attack him sooner or later; and the more than 10,000 Burmese troops on the right wing were dragged down by the Ming cavalry team in front of them. If the muskets were stopped and the lineup was disrupted by these Ming troops, the situation might not be able to be cured. If the elephant was not sent to block the enemy, how could the army calmly retreat to its camp?

Bai Yajian noticed that whenever the Ming cavalry raised their swords and shouted, the Burmese officers and soldiers around him changed their faces. They seemed to see not more than a hundred enemies, but more than a hundred people-eating tigers. When the Ming army rushed up, the officers and guards around Bai Yajian couldn't help but take two steps back. If they were really rushed to the front of the Ming army, Bai Yajian would probably have the same fate as the right wing and the central army.

Fenya Jian thought of this method by replacing the musketeers with hand-to-hand soldiers with elephants, but he lacked confidence and didn't know if he could control the entire process - since the musketeers could block the Ming army, then continue. Let's wait and see, the Ming army's aura may be exhausted in a while.

The north wind kept blowing smoke into the Burmese army, and the entire army was shrouded in this choking air. However, the Burmese military officers secretly thanked that if there was no such gust of north wind and their vision was completely covered by smoke, the situation would have become even more terrifying.
Chapter completed!