Ten pairs of armor that were used as targets were once again sent back to the Akito.

Mei Fuxi, who had already walked in front of the person, had a serious expression on her face, and reached out to grab a pair of armor and take a closer look.

Of course, the armor has not changed, it is still a good armor made of fine iron and cowhide, and the emblem of the left guard is still engraved on the inner lining. It's just that at this moment, there are a few more holes and traces of cracking and cracking on the nail surface.

Mei Fuxi slowly stretched out her finger and gently pressed it on the bullet hole, feeling the burr edge.

Then he stood up his armor. Sure enough, looking through the hole, there was also a hole in the back where the good armor had been pierced.

Counted carefully.

On his front, there were four bullet holes and a piece of armor that was about to shatter. These five wounds gave three holes to the back of the breastplate. In other words, Fang Cai's continuous gunfire hit five shots and pierced three shots.

Closing his eyes and slowly raising his head, Mei Fuxi looked up to the sky and let out a sigh At this moment, some of his inherent cognitions over the years collapsed.

Since the Mongols invaded the Central Plains, the cavalry had a fixed pattern against the infantry: peripheral harassment, impact temptation, archery, and continued harassment......

This cyclic pattern makes it completely impossible for the infantry to fight in formation.

Don't underestimate the Mongols who go around in circles at fifty meters, riding ponies and shouting to and fro. At this time, the army formation could not disperse to charge, and it was useless to shoot arrows into the air, because when the arrow array was organized and then shot into the air, the cavalry on the opposite side had already run away.

In this case, the infantry is like a bull torn by a wolf, and it is only a matter of time before it collapses.

The Mongols relied on this light cavalry model to defeat the Song Empire in array in the south, and defeated the slow European cavalry in the north, creating a large empire with an incomparably vast territory.

At the end of the Ming Dynasty, hundreds of years later, the situation still did not change much.

The elite Eight Banners of the Later Qing Dynasty not only inherited the cavalry model of the Mongols, but also introduced new Bayala white armor soldiers wearing two or even three layers of heavy armor on this basis, which could break straight into the Ming army array at a critical moment, slash and kill, and quickly destroy the opponent's formation.

And the Ming army, like their Song Dynasty ancestors, still had no good way to deal with it: the three-eyed gun and the bird gun were not a threat to the enemy wearing armor at a distance of fifty meters, and they were not as practical as the opponent's heavy arrows.

In this case, unless there are Western cannons weighing several thousand pounds in the array, they can hit the enemy...... This is also the fundamental reason why the Ming army quickly degenerated into a professional defender: in the field, the Ming army had neither mobility nor an effective way to kill and injure enemy cavalry in a large area from a distance of 50 meters.

For a long time, for the descendants of soldiers like Mei Fuxi, who have read military books, received experience from veterans of the war, and know the real situation of the war, the Ming army's tactical inability to fight the Tartar soldiers has become a fixed thinking.

This is a painful recognition of the fall of hundreds of thousands of elite border soldiers in exchange for more than ten years.

And this cognition was shattered by the iron armor in front of him today.

The moment the green jacket soldiers fired the musket medicine, they were really standing three hundred paces away. And now Mei Fuxi saw the gun hole, which really penetrated the excellent armor.

In other words, if the Tartars surrounded this group of green jacket soldiers, then at a distance of three hundred paces, the armored men would be killed on the horses, and it was useless to have a large number of people.

"With such a sharp weapon, who in the world can stop it? If you can't complain about this little bit of soldiers and horses, you dare to come north to King Qin! ”

While the cuirass circulated among the crowd, such words continued to come out of people's mouths. The originally lively school field slowly fell silent at this moment: the Ming people couldn't help but start whispering to each other, and there was a buzz above the stands.

There is the old guard who runs outside the entrance all the year round, and he has a strong sense of crisis, so he can't help but look around at the green jacket soldiers who are surrounding the school yard. These Ming people who didn't care about it before, when they understood the power of the firecracker, now reacted: this circle of seemingly sparse and ineffective southern soldiers can kill these thousands of heroes on the spot in a few breaths!

Many people feel a chill in their necks at this time.

.....................

After seeing that the atmosphere was almost brewing, Wu Xiaoxiao, the host of the Dianjiang stage, opened his mouth again and happily announced the next program: solo target shooting.

This time no one was fooled again. The Ming people now know that this person who used a clever device to make a loud voice seemed to speak politely, but in fact he was just mocking them natives.

However, this so-called "show" still has to be watched, although I feel the pain of being despised. At this moment, all the Akito stood up, craned their necks, and watched as ten more new pairs of armor were placed on the table in front of them.

Immediately afterwards, a "flower-clothed man" dressed in a colorful beggar costume who had been ridiculed by everyone since he landed in Tianjin, stood in the firing position just now.

At this time, no mentally handicapped would dare to laugh at that flower dress. All the Akito on the field were holding their breath, looking forward to the show that would happen in the next moment.

The same distance, the same position, and the special combat team members more than three hundred meters away have only a small dot in the eyes of the Ming people at this moment.

The next moment, a fire whip came out of the strange gun in the hand of the flower-clothed man.

The 7.62mm armor bullet shot from the MK17 assault rifle is not at all comparable to the 28 large caps that fire lead bullets.

The first thirty rounds of bullets tore all the armor on the table, and the iron woven armor and cowhide were blown into the air.

After changing the magazines with great speed, the special operators continued to aim their scopes at the armor and fired a second round of bullets.

The fiery red warhead flew continuously in front of Akito's eyes, and the visual effect like watching a blockbuster movie stunned everyone.

The shooting time was still very short, still not more than half a minute.

When the loud gunfire stopped, the "wreckage" of the armor, which had been ravaged by two rounds of NATO bullets, was once again delivered to the Akito.

Ten pairs of tattered armor once again refreshed the cognition of heroes. Now when looking at the flower-clothed soldiers standing around the point platform, there is even a trace of fear in the eyes of the heroes.

After the target and face slapping session called "Fun", which is actually a muscle-bright shot, the atmosphere on the school field became particularly strange during the rest of the lunch time.

The Ming people were not stupid, and they quickly figured out the "meaning of the gun": the general soldiers of the southerners really didn't need to use them as cannon fodder, they were just simply recruiting auxiliaries.

As a result, the hearts of some people who were not going to die began to come alive, especially those caravan guards.

The veterans of these merchants were reluctant to apply, because the cost performance of being this Rausch auxiliary soldier was too low: no matter how much silver you can earn, you have to spend your life, right?

However, after this scene at noon, it now seems that the cost performance of this job is very high, not to mention the fact that it can earn a lot of money, and the danger is still very small. Unless they encounter the main force of the Tartars, otherwise, those flower-clothed soldiers are afraid that they can easily kill all the Tartar cavalry with less than 1,000 people.

Besides, the magnanimity of this surnamed Cao is already a real hammer, so the one person and two horses promised to everyone before will definitely have ...... If you really meet the Tartar brigade, then the brothers can also turn around and run away, right?

So after a whisper and analysis of the pros and cons, the situation was reversed in just one lunch time. Many of the guards changed their minds: since they didn't have to go into battle to die, and there were still a lot of money to be made, why not take a trip to the north?

You must know that these people usually work hard for the merchants and masters, and they only earn a few dozen taels of silver when they go to the mouth of horse thieves and bandits everywhere.

In the afternoon of the same day, there was a gratifying increase in the number of people who went to the rostrum for re-registration. By the time of dinner, Cao had recruited a total of 320 qualified cavalrymen.

That's a lot close to the target. All you need to do is recruit a little more tomorrow, and you're done.

That night, Mei Fuxi, who was very worried, came to her father's study and described what she had seen and heard today.

In fact, the moment she saw the broken armor, Mei Fuxi's blood became hot. He was young and old before, and that was because he couldn't see hope...... But whoever can see hope, who doesn't want to kill the Tartar?

Mei Fuxi still didn't sign up after all. He is different from those guards who say they will leave, he is the only son in the family, and he must go back to discuss such a big matter with his father.

After asking in detail, Father Mei still didn't agree: There are no eyes on the battle array, even if the southerners' weapons are sharp, what if there is a mistake? The Mei family is not short of that bit of silver.

After communicating with her father hopelessly, Mei Fuxi went to the school again to watch the excitement the next day.

Today's school is much less crowded. Yesterday, the signs that didn't pass the customs were all taken back, so today's arrivals, except for some newcomers, most of them are the same as Mei Fuxi, who meet the conditions but did not sign up.

After discovering that there were still a lot of hesitant elites like Mei Fuxi, he had some ulterior and long-term plans for this recruitment, and finally had to come up with a killer all-cattle banquet.

In the muddy field just outside the side gate of the school field, more than a dozen Mongolian cattle were tied two miles away.

Then several special operators who simulated an encounter rode to the side door. The team then began to stop their horses, dismounted, and unloaded their horses: the M2 heavy machine gun.

...... Needless to say, how it will end.

In short, when the Ming people saw this light "big gun" that could accompany the cavalry, dismembering all the cattle two miles away, they all made a noise. In the afternoon, the recruitment process was greatly improved, and the total number soon reached 500 people.

Mei Fuxi was the last to be recruited at the cauldron beef banquet that night.

The recruitment process is simple. When Cao Zongbing, who was wearing a red official robe, came to toast his newcomers with a wine bowl, he and Mei Fuxi replied to each other like this: "You little brother has the ability, why don't you want to kill the Tartars with the general?" ”

"My lord, there is no shortage of silver in Fuxi."

"Oh, what if Ben will take you to kill the Tartar with your own hands, and then repay you afterwards, so that you can fight for a wife and a shadow in the future?"

"Fuxi dare to disobey orders?"