Chapter 528 is obedient

"Sneer......"

"Da Da Da ......"

At this time, the slaughter ahead began again.

"Ahh

"Poof! Smack! ”

In the dense gunfire, the soldiers who rushed out of the smoke of gunpowder were shot one after another as soon as they appeared, and most of them rolled to the ground screaming miserably.

Some of those who were swept by the machine gun were either directly shot in the head, and the whole head popped open like a ripe watermelon, or there were a few more blood holes on their bodies immediately, and at most they snorted, and they didn't even have a chance to scream.

Spears were thrown to the ground, and there were more and more dead bodies, and in some places they were already piled up.

There were a few craters from the cannons, all of which were almost filled with corpses, and the bubbling blood stained the dry and hard ground into almost red mud......

However, driven by the swords and guns of Jiao Eryong's own soldiers, a large number of soldiers still rushed forward without fear of death.

This time, though, they learned to be obedient.

After waking up from their sweet dreams, some of the spearmen trained by Wang Jijun finally returned to reality, and they no longer huddled together and scrambled to send people to the head, but used the offensive routines they usually practiced.

Under the command of the petty officers, they habitually scattered along the battle line, scattered into many small units, hiding in bomb craters, bushes and other places where they could hide, and pounced on them at the slightest sight of the cold.

Behind them, the battle-hardened green campers soon followed suit, and they also dispersed, often a dozen or so sword players with seven or eight archers in a group, crawling towards the sand in front of them.

Under the cover of the archers, from time to time they burst out of the cracks in the pile of corpses, stepping on the blood-stained mud, jumping forward all the way......

The gun-bearers were not idle, they lay under the roots of the trees or on the edge of the craters, set up their guns and fired forward, regardless of whether they were able to reach them or not, mainly to distract the thieves......

"Made! These dogs are very learned! ”

He Shouxin scolded in a low voice.

He held the machine gun, stared at his eyes red from the smoke of gunpowder, and shot bullets one by one, constantly beckoning to the figure in the smoke.

"Pass the order, watch out for the archers behind,"

He cried out, "They must not be allowed to straighten up!" ”

He knows very well that his biggest weakness is that there are few people, and what he is most worried about is that the Tartars are rushing forward one after another, exchanging human lives for space, forcing the opponent's firepower to be unable to exert themselves, and they must not engage in non-white-knuckle combat.

Now that Tartar has taken the initiative to change his playing style, he feels that it is much less threatening.

In the face of a powerful network of firepower, this tactic of small assault is nothing more than a tactic of adding fuel - giving away lives in vain, and at most it plays the role of consuming ammunition.

In contrast, the Tartar archers were the main threat at this distance, and if they were allowed to release their arrows calmly, they would inevitably cause casualties.

"Yes!"

One of the communicators crouched next to him immediately ran away.

This correspondent is the half-sized man.

The kid was a little nervous at first, but now he was not afraid at all, and as the battle progressed, the severed limbs and blood became numb when he saw more, and his fear retreated little by little.

This is the growth path of new recruits - the soldiers who are cowardly, when they see a little blood, they will be sure......

After the little communicator left, there was only one deputy shooter and ammunition player left by He Shouxin's side.

At this moment, he held a carbine in his hand and nervously stared at the front of the gunsmoke.

The company commander became a machine gunner, and it was his duty to protect the company commander, and as long as a Tartar escaped from the net, he would not hesitate to shoot and kill.

Originally, the casualties of the shooter should have been replaced by the deputy shooter, but the company commander snatched the machine gun, and he had no choice but to squat aside as an assistant and guard.

The cartridge box had long been opened, ready to be reloaded, and the barrel had been changed again, and it was hot again......

"Dada...... Dadada......"

In the sand barricades on either side of them, the carbines in the hands of the soldiers of the scout squad roared from time to time.

Although the distance is not close, the field of vision is not very good, and the hit rate is not very high, but they rely on one long point after another to shoot and block the Tartar's charging line......

"Bang Bang ......"

Suddenly, the sound of flintlock pistols rang out again, and lead bullets continued to "whizz" overhead.

He Shouxin turned his eyes to see the gunfire coming from puffs of white smoke on the flanks, where there were some craters and small mounds.

"Whoosh!"

A stray bullet flew and burrowed into the sandbag with a "poof".

"Made, look for death!"

He Shouxin reflexively lowered his head, scolded indignantly, and the muzzle of the gun in his hand immediately turned over......

A Tartar with a cold blade in his hand is not worth mentioning, but a Tartar who can shoot is by no means a good Tartar and must be killed first!

According to Master Gu's introduction, he learned that among the Tartars stationed in Ximen, there was a "new army" of Ma Jinbao.

This "new army" is equipped with flintlock rifles that were obtained from nowhere.

To his surprise, it seemed that the group had a good level of firepower, not only with accurate guns, but also with a much better timing of fire than the Tartar firecrackers they had encountered before......

was beckoning the rain of bullets over, but He Shouxin found that thick white smoke was rising from several directions in front of him, some behind the pile of corpses, and some on the side of the bomb crater.

"These dog tartars, putting guns everywhere, are they ready to fight a positional battle?"

He Shouxin was a little puzzled.

"Watch out for cross-fire cover!"

His eyes widened with rage, and he shouted angrily, "Beat them!" ”

Judging from the sound of gunfire, all kinds of miscellaneous firearms mixed with Tartars are also on the battlefield, and the power of these things is uneven, but under the cover of gunsmoke, at such a close distance, it is not to be careless.

In addition, he had noticed just now that the bow of the Tartars was also loaded with a light Franc cannon.

This light gun was not so much a "cannon" as a heavy arquebus, which, despite its bulkiness, was not weak in terms of rate of fire and lethality.

If they break into range, the threat is even greater, and even a few shots can inflict a lot of casualties on the infantry with a spray of rubble and nails.

"Isn't it time to fight back?"

He Shouxin thought, he felt that it was a bit passive to fight like this.

Even if casualties are aside, once the soldiers' magazines are consumed by more than half, it will be a bit difficult to deal with the second wave of Ma Jinbao's impact......

"Company Commander ......"

At this time, someone ran over.

As soon as He Shouxin heard this, he knew that this was the messenger who had been sent out to ask for help earlier, and he turned his head and asked, "Has the reinforcements arrived?" ”

"It's here! Just arrived! ”

The communicator's face was alarmed, "But, the company commander ......"

"What's wrong?"

"The Tartars are up!"

The communicator raised his hand and pointed to the right wing, "Look over there......"

(End of chapter)