"You can actually build a wooden wall!"

Standing at the edge of the forest, Li Fugui stared at the wooden wall and wooden tower in front of him, and his heart was full of doubts.

These savages are really unusual.

Not only wooden walls would be built, but also wooden works would be built - such as the watchtower.

Could it be the remnants of cheap slaves?

At this moment, Li Fugui's whole person became excited. That's the only kind of thing that can be cultivated.

Despite his inner excitement, he still seemed relaxed.

Not only him, but even the students who held their breath seemed extremely relaxed, but there was some excitement and excitement in this relaxation. However, compared to them, Yu Wenjie, who is a school teacher, seems a little nervous.

"Li, Instructor Li, this, this, do we really want to fight?"

Yu Wenjie is a scholar, as a teacher of the Invalides Academy, he is responsible for teaching students Chinese culture, in fact, he is not willing to go north with the students, what does this "staff trip" have to do with him? When I went to the exam, I didn't suffer enough crimes?

However, some things are not subject to his will, after all, staff travel, also need to take Chinese studies classes, and also need him to teach poetry and articles along the way.

But he really didn't expect to fight.

Even if you know that you may encounter wild people, but that is only possible, when the real thing is coming, how can you not be afraid, no, it is worry.

"What, Mr. Yu is scared?"

"Harm, what are you afraid of? I, I think, should also be civilized to the savages, after all, ......"

Before he finished speaking, Sun Fatzi on the side grinned and said.

"Mr. Yu, if the education is useful, then the Jiannu will not rebel against the Ming Dynasty and kill so many Han people. Instructor, what are we going to do next? ”

Although his face was nervous, Sun Fatzi looked eager to try.

Most of his classmates were like this, they might be young, but they were just as eager to fight.

"Instructor, I think these savages may be different from the savages in the book, you see that in addition to building wooden walls, they also have guard towers, and those wooden sheds, no matter how you look at them, they don't look like Jurchen houses."

The cat came to the instructor with his waist bent, and Song Yu said as he introduced what he had observed.

"Not a Jurchen?"

Li Fugui's brows furrowed.

"And they still have muskets."

Muskets, watchtowers......

It doesn't matter who they go, everyone else in this place deserves to die except for the Han Chinese!

As the bishop, Li Fugui looked at Zhao Guoliang and Wang An'an, and they all set their eyes on him.

"Is the cannon ready?"

Just in case, the cadet corps carried two nine-pound mountain howitzers.

"Report to the instructor, the artillery is ready!"

"Hmm,"

After pondering for a moment, Li Fugui looked at the students around him and said.

"You are going to study in the Army and Navy Academy in Dalian next year, and this battle will be used as your graduation gift!"

Then he commanded.

"Li De'an, you lead the chasseurs, pay attention to the gunners of the enemy army at designated points, Song Yu, you lead a detachment, and the forward ...... deployed"

As one order after another was issued from Li Fugui's mouth, soon, the three hundred and sixty-two cadets were in place under the command of the instructors.

For Li Fugui, who hadn't smelled gunpowder for a year, he was also a little nervous, after all, this was also the first time he had directly commanded a battle.

Although the trajectory of the nine-jin mountain howitzer is relatively curved, but it is separated by 400 meters, there is no need to aim at all, but the trainee who operates the artillery still aims carefully, and the gunner sitting on the gun carriage gently rotates the screw until he repeatedly confirms the angle of fire.

"Aim!"

"Put!"

The sudden sound of artillery broke the silence of the mountain forest, and at the moment when the cannon sounded, Boyarkov, behind the wooden wall, saw the suddenly startled birds in the southern forest, and the next moment, the sound of artillery came.

"Shelling ......"

Before he could react, he saw a violent explosion on the wooden wall in the south, and the sawdust from the explosion roared in the air like a flying knife, burrowing into the Cossacks who were originally basking in the sun.

"Shelling, quick, quick, pick up the musket! The natives are attacking us! ”

These Cossacks who came all the way to the East from Europe reacted very quickly, although they were robbers, but it was precisely because of their robbers that the speed of reaction was even faster than that of the regular army, whether it was the Cossacks bathing by the river or basking in the sun, they all hurriedly picked up their knives and guns, and rushed in the direction where the cannon came from, just when a group of Cossacks had just rushed by, I saw an iron ball whistling and flying over, at first, no one took it seriously, that is, in the eyes of Boyarkov, The iron ball was just a solid iron ball, and there was no one in front of it, but in the next moment, the iron ball that didn't seem to be fast, the moment it hit the ground, there was a sudden violent explosion, accompanied by a black cloud of smoke, hundreds of cast iron fragments, whistling and flying around with the dirt, those Cossacks who had just picked up arms, and before they even understood what was going on, they were cut into a pile of minced flesh by the whistling fragments, and the damage caused by the fragments of the shells to the human body was completely different from bulletsWhen those fragments of different sizes penetrate the human body at the speed of sound, they are like a sharp blade with a serrated handle, twisting the limbs and organs of the person to pieces, and the shredded limbs and internal organs are carried to all directions by the shock wave, and for a while, in the smoke of the explosion, there is a blood mist sprayed, and even Boyarkov, who was standing in the distance, fell into blood, and when he looked up at the sky for some reason, he found that the blood was dripping from the stump in the sky.

Devil!

Subconsciously, such a thought came to Poyarkov's heart. Except for the devil's weapon, he had no idea what weapon could bring such great damage.

Just as Boyarkov was speechless in astonishment, Stanovoev shouted as he rushed with a tomahawk in his hand.

"Quick, quick, go to the south, go to the south, the Tatars are in the south! Don't stop! Moving on......"

Starovoyev shouted loudly at the top of his voice, urging the Cossacks to form a loose three-column horizontal formation, and lined up on the side of the southern wall where a gap had been blasted.

Without Stanovoev's continued order, the Cossacks who rushed to the wall immediately stuck the arquebus bracket into the ground, and then quickly flattened the musket loaded with ammunition and put it on the stand. And a Cossack ran up to them with a torch and shouted.

"Quick, light the arquebus!"

Just as the Cossack was lighting the torch for the others, Li De'an, who was holding a Liao 13 rifled gun, was already aiming at a chaotic enemy.

The arquebuses they used!

When he found that the enemy was lighting the fire rope, Li De'an pulled the trigger.

The moment the gun rang out, through the smoke of the muzzle, he saw that the enemy had fallen, and the torches had fallen to the ground. After he fell, another man picked up a torch and continued to light the rope for the others.

These bandits, who had come from all over Europe, knew very well what would happen if they fell into the hands of the natives. So they will do their best in every fight.

Although the people who lit the arquebus were constantly knocked down by guns, they were of course desperate to light the arquebuses for the others.

"Where are the Tatars?"

Starovoyev, who lit the firerope, shouted loudly.

"In the woods to the south!"

Looking into the woods to the south, there were clouds of white smoke spewing out there, and it was a musket!

"Fat!"

Despite the distance of more than a hundred powers (1), Starovoyev still roared, and the musketeers around him pulled the trigger at the same time, followed by a roar of arquebuses. In an instant, a burst of white smoke shrouded in front of them, and at this time, clouds of smoke suddenly erupted from the trees opposite, accompanied by the whistling sound of bullets, and the Cossacks, who were originally loading, suddenly fell down a dozen people, and there was a scream all around.

(1) The ancient Russian unit of length, about 0.71 meters