Don't waste a shot.

For heaven's sake don't waste a shot.
Now--one--two--three, fire!" Fire we did into the dense mass of men who had dismounted and were running up to the doors to burst them open.

At that distance we could scarcely miss and the magazines of the repeating rifles held five shots apiece.

As the smoke cleared away I counted quite half-a-dozen Fung down, while some others were staggering off, wounded.

Also several of the men and horses beyond were struck by the bullets which had passed through the bodies of the fallen.
The effect of this murderous discharge was instantaneous and remarkable.
Brave though the Fung might be, they were quite unaccustomed to magazine rifles.