In addition to the officer sniper, the other sharpshooters also fired. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info Ordinary Tartar soldiers were shot in large numbers. Those tall and seemingly formidable Tartars were also knocked down by the other marksmen one by one.

Unlike ordinary soldiers who fired a salvo, there were no officers who commanded the sharpshooters to shoot at the same time, so they did not fire in a salvo, but shot bullets unevenly. In this way, there is no problem of repeated kills with firepower, and each bullet is fired at the enemy who is not hit, making the Marksman unit more lethal.

At once, more than a thousand Tartars were killed by the marksmen at a distance of two hundred and fifty meters. The Tartar who was shot erupted with a column of blood mist. The battlefield was full of wounded Tartars screaming, groaning, and convulsing. These wounded soldiers, corpses, and horses stopped the cavalry behind, so that the cavalry behind could only make a detour, and the speed of the charge slowed down.

The Tartar was stunned at once. Being sniped at 250 meters was a bit of a surprise to them. However, what was worse was that the junior officers who commanded the battle were suddenly eliminated, and even the most fierce and charismatic warriors were killed at once, and the backbone of the Tartars was lost at once.

Without the shouting and supervision of the officers, the Tartars could only subconsciously rush forward.

However, the sharpshooters had a faster rate of fire than they had imagined.

The Marksman is the best elite selected, and the rifleman can reload faster than half. If the average rifleman takes thirteen or four seconds to reload, these marksmen only need twelve or three seconds.

In a hot weapon battlefield, this 10% different rate of fire increases the power of a firearm by 20%.

Just a short time after the first round of shooting, the battlefield was filled with crackling gunfire. Marksmen are selected elites, and they are more organized and disciplined than the average infantryman. Even without the command of the officer, they were still methodical, loading, aiming, and shooting as quickly as possible.

The two-hundred-meter area in front of the phalanx of sharpshooters turned into a slaughterhouse. The width of the battlefield occupied by a sharpshooter is about half a meter, while the width of the battlefield occupied by a Tartar cavalry is more than a meter. The Tartar soldiers in front were killed, fell off their horses, and the soldiers in the back advanced around the corpses of the Tartars in front of them, and within a dozen meters they were hit by another round of fire.

Every time they advance, the Tartars have to pay a terrible price.

After rushing forward for about a hundred and twenty meters, the Tartars had already killed thousands of people. In the short charge distance of more than a hundred meters, most sharpshooters fired three shots. The ground between two hundred and one hundred and fifty meters was piled up with the corpses of horse armor soldiers and war horses, and the war horses that had lost their owners ran in panic, even making it impossible for the cavalry behind them to charge.

However, there is another one hundred and twenty meters ahead.

The queue of the Tartars was confused.

Unlike the average Tiger Army, the Sharpshooters had three hundred elite soldiers in their ranks who specialized in shooting Tartar officers and white-armored soldiers. These elites were almost completely empty, and almost all the Tartar officers and white-armored soldiers who rushed to the front were gone. That is, in front of the Tartars, there were no living officers and white-armored soldiers.

The morale-boosting officers and white-armored soldiers who urged the soldiers to charge were gone, and the Tartar horse-armored soldiers who were trembling and afraid to flee backwards were unstoppable.

Not every Tartar soldier regarded death as home, and after being killed by a few thousand, many Tartars had panicked and lost their fighting spirit. If there were officers and white-armored soldiers, these soldiers who fled first could still be suppressed. But now that there is no one to supervise and encourage, many of the vest soldiers have fled after the march.

So the Tartars who charged forward and the Tartars who fled back in a panic collided. The corpses on the ground hindered the Tartar charge behind, and with the defeated cavalry in front, the scene was even more disjointed.

The bullets were like scythes for harvesting wheat, mercilessly harvesting these chaotic Tartar soldiers.

Abatai has always taken the lead in battles, and this time, as Azig's lieutenant, he also rushed to the front.

By his side, there were fifty guards to protect him. These guards can be said to be Abatai's meat shields, and in the face of ordinary firearms, Abatai's life will never be in danger.

This time, however, Abatai faced a sharpshooter.

While the Tartars in the front row were in disarray, Abatai was still shouting and rushing forward, trying to boost the morale of the rebels around him. The people in front were retreating, and Abatai was advancing, and inadvertently, Abatai's own soldiers squeezed to the front line.

Although there were three layers of guards in front of Abatai, there was a gap between them. The moment these guards showed their fine armor in the chaos, at least a dozen snipers noticed Abatai in the chaos.

Tall war horses, gilded armor, this is definitely a Tartar king.

More than a dozen bullets were fired at Abatai.

Most of the bullets failed to penetrate the three layers of cavalry, hitting the guards, killing the loyal guards. But one bullet passed through the guards and landed in Abatai's head, burrowing deep into Abatai's skull, and sending a brilliant flower of blood out of his head.

Abatai's eyes widened, and he fell under his horse without uttering a scream.

Abatai is dead.

The Tartars collapsed.

Without officers and white-armoured soldiers, the morale of the Tartars fell faster. Although a hundred and twenty meters further forward can rush to the front of the marksman's formation, there is no officer organization, and the front line of horse armor soldiers is a mess. Anyone with a discerning eye could see that because the sharpshooters had shot all the officers in the front row, the Tartars had lost their organization and could no longer be called an army.

At this time, seeing the county king Abatai killed in battle, where does the Tartar still have fighting spirit? All of them rode their horses and fled into the distance.

Azig, who was standing in the distance, was dumbfounded.

The battle was lost, with 15,000 elite vests losing to 2,500 infantry.

Abatai was killed in battle.

Abatai, a famous general of the Qing Dynasty, was easily killed by a small force of 2,500 men. Azig lost a half-brother, and Li Zhi killed another king of the Qing Dynasty, and Azig's body couldn't help but tremble.

It was the first time Azig had seen such a battle - the officer was killed as soon as he showed up.

Soldiers without an officer organization are a rabble, unable to launch a decisive charge. Even the brave Manchu warriors no longer had impact after losing their officers. The officers of the Manchu Qing Dynasty have always had a tradition of taking the lead, but in the face of this extremely accurate Tiger Army, this kind of taking the lead is simply looking for death.

Such an accurate firecracker can be said to have wiped out the advantage of the Great Qing Iron Cavalry.

The Tartars in the back row finally understood that this battle could not be fought, and stopped sprinting forward. They fled into the distance with the routed Tartar in front of them, trying to get away from the marksman's rifle bullets.

However, they did not understand that the Holocaust had only just begun. The range of the marksman is 400 meters, and the Tartars, who start to flee from a distance of 120 meters, need to flee another 280 meters if they want to escape.

The marksmen quickly loaded their charges, aimed them at the backs of the fleeing Tartars from their scopes, and pulled the trigger.

The crackling gunshots are like firecrackers during the Chinese New Year, constantly ringing on the battlefield.

One by one, the soldiers in the back row of the fleeing Tartars fell under their horses and fell like dominoes on the wilderness of the northeast.

If it was an ordinary Tiger Army soldier, the Tartars would flee a few dozen meters back and escape, and the Tiger Army would kill a thousand more people at most. However, this horse army encountered a sharpshooter army, and the distance of four hundred meters seemed like a light year. More than 10,000 Tartars galloped wildly, and they had fled extremely far, but they were still mercilessly knocked down by the conical bullets.

Fleeing a hundred meters, the Tartars left more than a thousand corpses.

The Tartars fled three hundred meters away, and the sharpshooters could still kill them one by one from the scope. The corpses that had fallen to the ground were scattered like sandbags across the field, everywhere.

After fleeing for another hundred meters, the Tartars left more than a thousand corpses.

Fear pervaded the hearts of the fleeing Tartars, who frantically stimulated their horses in their crotches with their spurs, stabbing them in the belly and dripping them with blood. However, the sharpshooters behind seemed to be divine soldiers, and even if the Qing army fled to 250 steps away, the Ming soldiers behind could still accurately kill and injure the Qing army.

As if they had encountered demons, the Tartars rushed forward frantically, just trying to stay away from them. The weapons in his hands and the horned bow in the saddle had long since been thrown away, and the Tartar only begged for the mount under his crotch to run faster.

Azig looked at the warriors fleeing in all directions, his face as dead as ashes.

Abatai, the king of Dorao Yujun, was killed in battle, and at least 70% of the 15,000 horse armor soldiers were killed in battle.

This elite team assigned by the emperor to harass Li Zhiliangdao has been completely disabled.