Daming: Grandpa Emperor, please get up and sit on my throne!

Chapter 1453

"Immediately form groups of three, spread out, and form ranks! Let's take them down!!!" Wu Zhenhai, holding a flintlock pistol, naturally had nothing to fear.

"Yes, sir!!" The thirty gunmen from the Divine Machine Battalion behind him immediately responded solemnly.

At the same time, they pulled on the reins to control the horses' heads, and the horses gathered together in groups of three as usual during training, forming lines and standing still.

And like Wu Zhenhai.

They knew the mission of pursuing the Prince of Yan was important, so they kept their guns in their hands and cocked them in advance. Their movements were uniform; they raised their guns and pointed them straight ahead, making aiming motions.

Wu Zhenhai stared straight ahead, his body radiating immense killing intent. He then decisively declared, "This time they outnumber us, and they're coming at us in an organized and targeted manner. They're not shooting at the horses, they're shooting at the men! It's all their fault for ambushing so many reinforcements beforehand!"

"Understood!" everyone responded in unison.

On the other side, Zhang Fu led more than a hundred soldiers from the Yanshan Three Guards forward. When they saw thirty dark "musket muzzles" pointing directly at them, they couldn't help but feel a jolt in their hearts.

Zhang Fu narrowed his eyes and immediately shouted, "Don't waver! Don't hesitate!"

"We're prepared to risk our lives anyway! With twenty or thirty gun barrels, do you think we, a hundred or so men, can't stop them? Charge—kill—!!!"

The people behind him nodded in unison.

Without saying much, he buried his head and followed Zhang Fu forward.

After a while.

"Bang—bang bang bang bang—" The ear-piercing gunshots rang out, soaring into the sky, followed naturally by bullets propelled by gunpowder at high speed!

Zhang Fu and the others subconsciously clenched their teeth.

Waiting for a hail of bullets that could be fired at any unknown location.

however……

"puff!"

"Puff puff puff puff..."

Led by Zhang Fu, the first ten men suddenly splattered blood. As they were rushing forward, the still-warm blood unexpectedly landed on the bodies and faces of many Yanshan Three Guards behind the wounded husband and others...

at the same time.

The ten men who were hit first fell off their horses, while their horses, seemingly oblivious to everything, continued to flee in all directions.

"Zhang... Vice General Zhang!?"

What just floated onto my face?

"Blood! It's their blood!!"

"What...what happened? How come so many people have been hit by muskets so early on?!"

"..."

Some were stunned when they saw Zhang Fu fall from his horse; others hadn't even realized what had happened before being splattered with blood; the calmer ones had already noticed that the first wave of musket fire from the opposite side consisted of only ten men, while on their own side... almost ten men had also fallen!

For a moment, all the Yanshan Three Guards who were rushing forward were thrown into disarray.

I had to suppress my fear and force myself to keep my mind from shutting down, mechanically continuing to rush forward.

and……

Under the threat of gunfire, they wouldn't have even the slightest time to think.

Since everyone had loaded gunpowder and bullets in advance, the Shenji Battalion's attack had no cooldown time.

The second wave of ten people seamlessly followed the first wave of ten, immediately taking their positions and pulling the trigger.

Ten more chilling gunshots rang out.

It was like the most stern, deadly voice in the world!

"puff……"

"Pfft pfft pfft pfft..." It was the same scene again, with ten people's blood splattering everywhere, and the same panicked fall from their horses!

If the first wave of ten shots came suddenly, leaving the Three Guards of Yanshan no time to react, then the second wave of ten shots... made many people realize what was going on!

"What are those muskets they have?!"

"How come I seem to remember seeing him use a musket without even needing to light it?!"

"Is it 100% accurate!?"

"Therefore... as long as the enemy fires muskets, it's not just a matter of us possibly falling off our horses, but a certain number of us will inevitably be hit by musket fire and fall from our horses!"

"How is this possible? Damn it! You can't play a musket like that!"

"..."

If they can no longer recognize the accuracy of the muskets in Wu Zhenhai's hands, they have no reason to call themselves the strongest army in Beiping.

And at the same time, they realized this.

A strange atmosphere immediately arose among the more than one hundred people—fear, apprehension, shock, and terror…

A musket that never misses!

Even if the other side only had about thirty men, it was enough to terrify them!

As this atmosphere spread, the charging formation gradually fell into disarray, and some soldiers even fell behind the main force...

Fortunately.

They were indeed from the Yanshan Three Guards, the strongest army in Beiping. Their willpower and fighting spirit were extraordinary. Even though their leader, Zhang Fu, had already fallen during the first wave of gunfire, someone still shouted from the front: "Hold on to their third attack! Although their muskets are inexplicably accurate, and things have exceeded our expectations, but... what is the loss of thirty lives to protect His Highness Prince Yan?"

That's right, they'll risk their lives to fill the gaps, they'll still risk their lives to fill the gaps!

The enemy can prepare in advance, but no matter how they calculate, they only have about thirty people. After this wave of shots is fired, the rest can still charge forward!

Someone pointed this out.

The others also snapped out of their daze, casting aside their fear and apprehension about the unknown, and focused their attention on charging forward, shouting, "Protect His Highness Prince Yan!!"

"Bang—bang bang bang bang—"

The third wave of bullets arrived as expected, and the first ten men fell again. However, based on the experience and deductions from the previous two attacks, this result was within the expectations of the Yanshan Three Guards. They remained calm and their gazes were as firm as ever. Many of them even secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

This is the moment they've been waiting for—after you've finished firing your muskets, you need to let them cool down, clean off the dust, and reload the gunpowder, right? —In that time, we'll conservatively take another volley of your musket fire before we can charge up to you!

Think of this.

The murderous intent in their eyes grew even stronger...

Before this, they had lost thirty comrades-in-arms in the blink of an eye!

These thirty men were hit by musket fire, fell from their horses, and were left behind. It was unclear whether they were already dead or still writhing in pain...