To be honest, the flintlock in this era might not be as useful as the matchlock. At least the matchlock could be mass-produced, but the flintlock could only be made by hand. Not only was the production low, but the cost was also very high, making it difficult to equip. For the mainstream European armies that had just familiarized themselves with the matchlock, it was a torture. Therefore, the European generals and soldiers hated the flintlock.
Even the smooth-bore flintlock was rejected, let alone the rifled one. Although the accuracy and range of the rifled gun far exceeded that of the smooth-bore gun, the rifling was really troublesome. Moreover, the rifled gun had special bullets, and it was very inconvenient to load them. Some special bullets had to be hammered into the barrel, and the time to fire a shot was much longer than that of the matchlock.
However, the accuracy of the rifled gun was good. If it was against an important person, one shot was indeed enough. Xiao Ruxun once guessed that the legendary sniper was born at this time, because what he had to do was similar to that of a sniper. The Burmese prince sat on an elephant, which was taller than his mount. He didn't want to risk his life by jumping on the back of the elephant and fighting with Min Qide for 300 rounds.
Holding the gun in his hand tightly, Xiao Ruxun galloped on his horse. With the cavalry in front opening the way for him, he smoothly rushed into the firing range. However, in order to ensure accuracy, Xiao Ruxun decided to rush a little further ahead, a little further ahead, and a little further ahead.
Xiao Ruxun could already clearly see the panic on Min Qide's face.
This guy is actually in a daze on the battlefield, is he an idiot?
Xiao Ruxun raised his gun and aimed at Min Qide not far away. He didn't know if he could hit him, but at this moment, he suddenly had a strange feeling, as if someone was telling him to shoot, shoot, shoot, this is the time to shoot, you can definitely, definitely hit that guy!
Min Qide seemed to have expected this. He did not know who reminded him to shift his gaze. He shifted his gaze and saw a general in a military uniform riding a horse with a gun raised. He used a strange posture to aim the gun at him.
At this time, Min Qide suddenly had goosebumps.
He could clearly see the muzzle and body of the gun emitting a cloud of white smoke, and then ….
His forehead felt a little painful and cold, and then …
In Xiao Ruxun's vision, Min Qide had been shot in the forehead. The bullet had shattered the back half of his head, causing it to shatter like a smashed watermelon. Only the front half of his head remained intact. His tall body swayed a few times, then he fell off the war elephant and fell to the ground.
The first scream of fear came from the bodyguard closest to Min Qide, followed by the second, third, and fourth. Very quickly, all of Min Qide's bodyguards noticed the horrifying scene, and they all screamed out in fear. This time, no one could suppress their fear, the last pillar of support in their hearts had collapsed, and the most elite army of Myanmar that had fought till the end had also collapsed.
The horn of destruction was blown at this moment.
Xiao Ruxun successfully killed Min Qide and released a green signal flare into the sky. Yuan Huang saw it from afar and immediately ordered the drummers to beat the drums.
The drums rumbled.
The order to attack in full force was issued. The brave and skillful Southern soldiers and the bloodthirsty Wolf soldiers heard this beautiful sound and no longer held back. They attacked in their own battle formations and surrounded the Myanmar troops who were defeated by fear and panic. They defeated them one by one. Roars and screams were heard everywhere on the battlefield. Countless soldiers fell to their deaths and were trampled to death. Blood splattered everywhere, and broken limbs flew everywhere. The sound of cannons and gunshots filled the eardrums. It was like an extremely cruel war symphony.
Na Ruixuan, who was shocked by the battle of the Ming Army, only came back to his senses at the last moment. He hurriedly commanded the Siamese army to kill the Myanmar soldiers who had lost their will to fight. They ate some leftovers, but the Ming Army had already crossed the dense forest and hills and entered the main camp of the Myanmar army. They once again wreaked havoc in the camp after the rebellion of the odd-job soldiers and seized everything that could still be used. All the Myanmar people that they saw, regardless of whether they were soldiers or not, were all captured. Those who dared to resist were all killed.
The small combat team of the Ming Army came in handy at this time. It could be said that it was a simplified version of the firearm formation. When tens of thousands of troops clashed on the battlefield, they would use the complete version. This was similar to street fighting mode, but they would use the simplified firearms formation. It was still a combination of different types of soldiers. The stragglers were no match for the well-trained Ming Army. Occasionally, one or two defeated soldiers with weapons would bump into the small Ming Army team. They would be taken care of in a few moves, and their heads would be chopped off as they waited for the reward.
The main camp of the Myanmar army was too big. After all, it was a camp of two hundred thousand people. It stretched for dozens of miles, but the real essence was in the center. The rest of the camp was either a straw shed or a few pieces of wood to block the rain. Only the combat soldiers could live in tents. The odd-job soldiers were treated poorly, so they directly rebelled and escaped after the chaos.
Before the Ming Army defeated the main force of the Myanmar army on the battlefield, the main camp of the Myanmar army had already been wreaked havoc. Tens of thousands of odd-job soldiers formed groups and escaped with food and weapons. The Ming Army was unable to chase after them, and they did not intend to chase after them. It was best for these people to run back to Myanmar. They would directly become a huge pressure on the Myanmar people, and it would be a fatal blow to the weakened Myanmar government.
These people were basically war captives captured by the Myanmar people. Their country and tribes had already been destroyed by Mang Yingli. What would they do when they returned to their hometown? Or what would they do to the Myanmar government, which was greatly weakened and did not have enough power? Perhaps they did not even need to wait for Xiao Ruxun to lead the troops to attack. The Myanmar people would collapse by themselves.
The big battle ended in the afternoon, and the sporadic small battles did not completely end until sunset. The burning clouds in the sky and the burning camps on the ground formed a perfect contrast. Under such a contrast, Xiao Ruxun had an impulse to compose a poem. However, he quickly realized the fact that he was a dabbler, so he gave up the scholarly style of composing a poem after a big victory with a bitter smile.
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