Zhong Feng led 2,500 sharpshooters to break away from the large army, marched southwest from Sachahewei, and went to Zheng Kaicheng's Tamuwei to find the Tartar armourers. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Li Zhi's killer weapon against 15,000 vest soldiers is these 2,500 marksmen.

The 2,500 sharpshooters were the troops that followed Li Zhi all the way at the beginning of the Northern Expedition, and formed an army earlier than the other 2,500 sharpshooters commanded by Li Xing -- the production of scopes was limited, and sniper rifles could only be assembled into the troops month after month, and more than 2,000 were installed every month.

The 2,500 sharpshooters don't seem to be many, and they walk in a small patch of the road. For the Manchu army, which was often counted in tens of thousands, this army looked very vulnerable.

As for the sophisticated sniper rifles used by this unit, the Tartars without binoculars could not be spotted from a distance.

Even if they found it, the Tartars didn't know what it was. Although the Tartars had envoys in the Jiangbei Army, it took at least a month for the news to enter Beizhili from Shandong, and then cross the Great Wall to Alchuka. Li Xing's sniper showed his might in Xinzhou, and the Tartars didn't know about it yet.

The 2,500 sharpshooters were like deadly decoys, walking alone in the treacherous Northeast Wasteland.

When this force entered its tower, it was quickly discovered by fifteen thousand horsemen.

Azig, the British prince of the Manchu Qing Dynasty, stood on a small mound on horseback, looking at the pitiful queue of sharpshooters from a distance, and couldn't help but bite his thumb.

This small force of 2,500 men was too tempting. Two thousand five hundred men seemed so small that they could not withstand a charge from fifteen thousand horsemen. Although Azig was assigned the task of harassing the grain team this time, seeing that such a 2,500-strong Tiger Army infantry was isolated and helpless, Azig really wanted to eat it in one bite.

What is even more heartwarming is that there is not a single cannon in the small force of 2,500 people.

Without artillery, it was easier for the cavalry to rush in.

Azig looked at his lieutenant Abatai and asked for Abatai's opinion.

Abatai was the seventh son of Nurhachi, and since he was a child, he followed Nurhachi in the southern and northern wars. Compared with the forty-year-old Azig, Abatai was already in his fifties at this time, and he could be said to be a veteran general in the Manchu army. Among the Manchu nobility, Abatai was known for his good warfare.

However, even Abatai, in front of Li Zhi's 2,500 sharpshooters, couldn't help but have the urge to take the bait.

It's not that Azig and Abatai are impulsive and reckless, it's that the bait is too tempting. An infantry without artillery would obviously be defeated if it was attacked by six times the number of elite Manchu cavalry soldiers. Maybe if you eat these 2,500 people, the loss of Azig will not exceed 3,000 people.

The morale of the Manchu soldiers who fled all the way north was very low and they urgently needed a victory to boost their morale. Abatai looked at the line of sharpshooters in the distance and did not speak, but the greed in his eyes had already expressed his opinion without doubt.

Azig saw Abatai's greed, shook his hand and said, "It's done! Let these Nannu see the warriors of my Qing Dynasty! ”

Abatai nodded, immediately turned his horse's head, and went back to mobilize troops and horses to kill the Tiger Army.

In a short time, fifteen thousand murderous vest soldiers crossed the wasteland and slaughtered towards Zhong Feng's sharpshooter camp.

Zhong Feng's scouts saw the horse armor soldiers who had come over, and rode their horses to inform Zhong Feng of the news.

Zhong Feng laughed: "Ignorant Tartar, he really fell into the trap of the military commander." ”

The regiment commander Jiang Chong said with a smile: "Division commander, as long as this horse armor soldier is disabled this time, our grain road will not be harassed in the future." That's a great achievement! ”

"After all, it still depends on the commander's marksman." Zhong Feng looked at Jiang Chong, waved his hand and shouted, "Swing back to the formation to meet the enemy!" ”

Two thousand five hundred sharpshooters formed a circular formation, but unlike the three-row round-firing formation of ordinary soldiers, the sharpshooters no longer used a round-firing formation, only a thin layer. Each marksman occupies half a meter of the width of the battlefield, and each side of the Formation is about three hundred meters.

Marksmen have a faster rate of fire, and free fire allows them to be more lethal.

Soon, the cavalry of the Tartars rushed to the front of the Circle.

Seeing that Zhong Feng's army had no artillery, Azig decided to attack Zhong Feng's Retroform Formation from the left, center, and right directions at the same time - after experiencing the Battle of Jinzhou, the Tartars knew that Li Zhi's Retrofitting Formation would continue to fight in the rear after the front was broken. Instead of breaking down the front of the Formation Formation and continuing to attack the soldiers in the flanks and rear, it is better to directly crush the Tiger Ben Army from three directions.

The iron hooves of 15,000 cavalry rolled and rushed towards the thin layer of 2,500 people.

Zhong Feng looked at the Tartars' vest soldiers and shouted, "Fight when you get closer, don't scare the Tartars!" ”

At a distance of four hundred meters, three hundred meters, Zhong Feng's sharpshooters did not shoot. If the slaughter of the Tartar armourers began at a distance of 400 meters, perhaps Azig's soldiers and horses would immediately turn around and flee. In that case, it would be easy to win the battle, but Li Zhi's strategic intention to eat this horse armor soldier would be frustrated.

Therefore, Zhong Feng has to get closer and fight again, so that the fooled Tartar has no way to escape.

With the sound of thunderous horses' hooves, the Tartar cavalry had already attacked two hundred and fifty meters away, shaking the ground under the sharpshooter's feet trembled slightly.

Zhong Feng assigned three hundred sharpshooters with the most accurate marksmanship in advance to shoot and kill the Tartar officers.

Unlike regular rifles, a rifle with a scope is a sniper rifle that can kill enemies at a distance of up to 400 meters. And by this time the Tartars had already rushed to two hundred and fifty meters, and the sharpshooters could naturally carefully aim at the officers in the Tartar cavalry.

The gap between the cavalry and the cavalry was large, and from the front you could see several layers of cavalry behind. However, the cavalry in the rear was often partially stopped by the cavalry in front. Ordinary rifles can only shoot at large targets at the front at this distance. The sharpshooter's sniper rifle, on the other hand, can be aimed at a Tartar officer who is only half exposed in the back.

Zhong Feng finally gave the order to shoot, and a "woo" horn sounded, and the sharpshooter in front began to shoot.

"Smack! Syllable! Syllable! ”

A steady stream of gunfire rang out, and the marksman opened fire.

Three hundred officer snipers are the elite of the elite, and they are also unmissable at a distance of 400 meters, let alone a sniper at 250 meters?

Three hundred officer killers fired bullets. In the Tartar array, the tall officers who commanded the nearby soldiers in battle seemed to be named, and one by one they were hit by rifle bullets. Even if these officers were hiding behind ordinary soldiers, with one or two vest soldiers in front of them, they would not be able to stop the tricky sharpshooter bullets in the slightest.

Strong, Niu Lu Zhangjing, get a share of the Shku, these Tartar officers fell under the horse one by one. The officers who rushed to the front were completely wiped out in an instant.