The attire of an officer and a soldier was different. In ancient times, there were no epaulettes. They could only use their attire to indicate their status. This gave the enemy a good target, and the enemy could quickly find the corresponding target and shoot accurately. This was especially true after the invention of firearms. Within a certain distance, this kind of shooting was even more effective.
A Spanish soldier working for Narexan was holding a flintlock in his hand. He squatted on a branch of a big tree and used the leaves and branches as cover to successfully avoid a round of intensive shooting. The shooting was really amazing. He didn't even dare to believe that he could dodge such a shot, but since he had dodged it, there was nothing more to say. Thank God for his blessings.
The gun in his hand was not an ordinary gun, nor was it an ordinary flintlock. Inside the barrel of his gun, there was something called rifling. He didn't know how this thing was made, but it was said that some craftsmen in his hometown used special tools to grind it out bit by bit. It took a lot of time and effort, so this kind of gun was very expensive. Not many people in the army used it.
In the eyes of the generals, things that couldn't be mass-produced were trash. So let alone rifled guns, even flintlocks were considered trash. Even though flintlocks were more convenient to load and fire than matchlocks.
The person who gave him this gun said that this gun could accurately kill a person from a relatively long distance. For this reason, there was a so-called shutter and crosshair on the gun. The Spanish gunner had tested it and was very sure that this thing was very effective. When he was experimenting, he accurately hit the target he wanted to hit.
It had to be said that the accuracy of this gun was really high, but the only thing that made people unhappy was that it was very troublesome to load the ammunition. A gun without rifling could be loaded with bullets in a few moves, but this gun required a lot of effort to load the bullets. Basically, after firing a shot, there was no chance of a second shot, unless someone helped to load the ammunition in advance.
Right now, there was no one to help him reload the ammunition. He was alone, with one gun and one chance to fire. Whether he could grasp it or not depended on himself. Anyway, he had not found the target that he wanted to kill. If he could not kill a strong enough target, the Burmese people below him would fall into chaos, and the chances of him escaping would be very low.
He didn't want to die in a foreign country. He came here for gold and silver. Before he earned enough money, he wouldn't die casually.
His sharp eyes scanned the Burmese army that was slowly passing by, as well as the Burmese officers who were obviously just low-ranking officers. These small fries were not even worth a shot from his gun. He needed to find a higher ranking officer, a bigger fish … Oh! He saw a big fish! He was dressed neatly in armor and even had a military helmet. There were many guards around him. He was at least a mid-level officer, right? If he waited any longer, he might not be able to meet the person he was waiting for. Therefore, it was more important to make a prompt decision to kill this guy and escape during the chaos.
He raised his gun and aimed at the man. The distance was relatively far, and there were more people protecting him. He couldn't guarantee that he could hit the head, but at least he had to hit the vital parts of the body. Hitting the head would definitely kill, but hitting other parts of the body might not be the same. Moreover, lead bullets were poisonous. If they hit the human body, even if they didn't die, they would have to be amputated. At least, there would be chaos.
Aim, aim, aim.
A little closer, a little closer, a little closer!
Now!
As an experienced gunner, he looked for the most suitable time and pulled the trigger. The hammer struck down, and the bullet streaked across the flame, bringing up a burst of sparks. The sparks ignited the fuse on the fire door and directly ignited the gunpowder. The intense burning of the gunpowder brought about a huge explosive propulsion force. This propulsion force directly pushed the bullet out of the gun barrel. It spiraled, pierced the air, and rushed towards the Burmese officer that he had his eyes on.
With the sound of breaking through the air, the bullet rushed at the middle-level Myanmar military officer at an indescribable speed and passed through the soldiers who were protecting him. The middle-level Myanmar military officer did not realize anything. Just now, when he was raising his hand and shouting some words that he did not understand, a bullet pierced through his head. Under the gaze of the bodyguards beside him, his body swayed like a pendulum twice, and then he fell to the ground and lost his life.
At this time, the Spanish gunner didn't know that his one-shot had hit Rochai. After seeing that the Burmese army below was in chaos, he thought of a way to leave and moved deeper into the forest. As he ran, he found that many Siamese soldiers and even his gunner companions were running in the opposite direction from him. They all looked very excited. He grabbed one of his companions and asked for the reason.
"Didn't you hear? Those savages escaped! It seems that their general was killed, so they ran away! Go and chase them immediately! If we can kill a few of them, we can get a lot of rewards! "
His companions kindly reminded him.
He didn't care. His heart was filled with joy, so he followed them to chase.
When Min Qide saw the corpses of his trusted generals in front of him, he was abnormally calm. He was so calm that it was almost abnormal. This made the people around him very worried. After losing a general in the previous night attack, he had now lost a second general. They hadn't even officially started the battle with Narexuan, but he had already lost two generals with outstanding military exploits. One of them was even his childhood friend. This was a huge blow to Min Qide.
However, unlike before, when he was so angry that he vomited blood, Min Qide seemed to be very calm this time. He just waved his hand and asked the bodyguards beside him to bring Rochai's corpse down and burn it. After that, he ordered the fifteen surviving bodyguards of Rochai to be killed and buried with Rochai. After that, he ordered all 77 cannons that could be mobilized to be pushed to the frontline. At the same time, he ordered the war elephant troops to prepare for the attack.
Now, the forest must be full of arrogant Siamese people. That must be it. Therefore, as long as they used the cannons to bombard them without caring about the consumption, they would definitely be able to drive them out of the forest. Then …
It wasn't that Min Qide wasn't angry, but that he was too angry. It was hard to tell that he was angry. He was already controlled by his anger. He no longer used his martial arts cautiously. He wanted to use an even crazier method to quickly destroy Narexuan and then fight to the death with the Ming Army.
The 77 cannons were divided into two rows and lined up opposite the forest. The black muzzles of the cannons were aimed at the forest.
The Spanish artillery captain raised the red flag in his hand and waved it down.
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