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Yanguli's rear army finally arrived, and Wang Yue took a look, good guy, what a spectacular. Tens of thousands of people are indeed not a small number, it is a large area of black pressure, and compared with others, I am really pitiful.

Zhang Ziyun saw that there were a large number of Qing troops on the opposite side, and they were really waving their banners, swords and guns were like a forest, and the cavalry who gave orders were shuttling back and forth, and the horns were sounding one after another.

I can't help but worry again, this is too much, right? Even if you stand there and let you kill, you have to kill for a long time, not to mention so many cavalry.

She was just about to speak, when a call from a high-altitude scout came over the intercom: "Attention, please note, the artillery of the Tartars was found, about one and a half kilometers ahead." ”

Wang Yue also heard it, and he immediately took a high-powered telescope to look carefully, only to see that the position of the Chinese army on the opposite side gradually gave way, and groups of horses pulled sports cars and walked towards the front of the formation.

The Qing army has a lot of artillery, dozens of large and small, the largest Wang Yue guessed that it was the Franc machine gun, which he had done research and checked the information. Because the biggest threat to his army was the Franc cannon, because it had a long range. As for the red-coated cannon, he didn't worry, it weighed several tons, and it was usually a city defender.

There is no accurate data on the firing range of the Franc cannon in history, but according to the analysis of authoritative sources, its effective range is between one and three miles, and the maximum range can reach six to eight miles.

Of course, this smoothbore gun, which only carries a simple sight, will not be too high at a distance of a kilometer.

"Order the artillery battalion commander Wang Haokun, once the Tartars set up an artillery position, let him destroy it with eight mortars!" Wang Yue ordered.

Eight mortars are enough, ten shells per minute, and eighty shells hit the ground in one minute, and it is estimated that the Tartars will not have time to pull the artillery carriage away.

After receiving the order, Wang Haokun sent observers to keep an eye on the movements of the Qing artillery.

The artillery trucks of the Qing army did not stop until about a kilometer away, all of them were Franc machine guns, a total of 20 guns, and the rest of the small cannons were placed in front of the Chinese army.

Then the Qing army began to unload the horses, assign gun emplacements, move ammunition boxes from the wagons, and methodically prepare for the bombardment.

Wang Yue couldn't help but sigh that the artillery battles in this era were really interesting, and they all blatantly set up artillery positions under the noses of the enemy.

Abatai had already assigned tasks to each Gushan and Jiala, and while the Qing soldiers set up artillery positions, all the generals of the Qing army, large and small, began to do the work of the whole team. For a time, the command flag was waved, and the horn came and went.

Wang Zhuo guessed correctly, Abatai is going to attack with the whole army. In his words, this is called tiger fighting rabbit, the final word.

He dared to play this trick and pressed the whole army, which was to bully the regiment and train the small number of troops. He thought, I have so many cavalry, even if I step on you, I will trample you all to death.

He has seen the artillery trained by the regiment, it is accurate enough, powerful enough, and the range is long enough. Through the monoculars, I didn't see the other party's cannon for a long time.

The opponent's troops are small, but they put on a long snake formation, looking sparse. If it's a cannon, it's definitely not small, and you can't hide it.

He saw the two tanks in the center of the formation, and the Type 99 tank was big enough. He thought that maybe it was these two cannons, but in the battle just now, these two cannons had not been fired, which made him puzzled. Maybe these two cannons are used to bluff people, and the real threat is those small cannons.

Since I didn't see those small cannons, it means that there are not many small cannons on the other side.

Since it is a small cannon, then the firing range is definitely limited. The small cannon that can hit 700 paces is quite powerful, and I have to say that the firearms of the enemy on the opposite side are indeed excellent.

Abatai thought that the distance of 900 paces was safe, and no matter how far it was, the accuracy could not be guaranteed. Generally, when facing the enemy, the cannon has to be advanced to 500 paces and fired. Today's artillery firing from 900 steps away is really going to test the level of my Qing artillery warriors.

Just when Abatai was about to form a formation, the Qing army's artillery position was just halfway arranged.

Suddenly, a whistling sound was heard. This whistling sound was no stranger to Abatai, and he immediately judged that the enemy had opened fire.

He hurriedly observed with a telescope, a shell fell on the Franc machine artillery position, there was an explosion, several Qing artillery who were busy on the gun position were blown away, about ten meters away from the nearest artillery truck, the flying shrapnel did not cause damage to the Franc machine gun.

This was a correction shell, and the artillery battalion got more accurate data based on the landing point of this correction shell.

Seeing that the enemy's shells could reach a range of 900 paces, Abatai immediately said to the heralds: "Let them hurry up and open fire, they can fire a few shots!" ”

The herald blew the horn and informed the Qing artillery to open fire.

He knew that this was the closest his artillery could get close to the enemy, and if he dragged it any longer, he would have no chance.

"Lord Belle, since Minggou can hit the cannonballs here, the next step is to fire a salvo, let the cannons withdraw quickly, these cannons are not easy to come by!" Yanguli was a little anxious when he saw that Abatai was ignoring the safety of the cannon.

"Eh, as long as we defeat those Ming dogs, we will get better artillery, and the losses of these Franc machines will be recovered immediately. Quickly, take advantage of our army's artillery, and immediately prepare for an attack. ”

As soon as Abatai finished speaking, he immediately heard another whistling sound, this time much louder than before, and then heard the "tom" sound of the enemy cannon fire on the opposite side.

Ignoring the shells that came this time, he could inflict losses on his artillery, and held a monocular to check the position of the enemy's artillery.

Eight shells landed almost at the same time, and one after another exploded, and puffs of gunpowder smoke rose up, blowing up a Qing artillery position, and people turned over on their backs.

In just a few breaths, the whistling sound came again.

Yanguli exclaimed, "Oh my God! Not again! Minggou's cannon shot so quickly. ”

He pulled a herald as if desperately, and roared sharply: "Tell them to open fire, fire quickly!" Fast! ”

The herald hurriedly blew his horn again.

"I saw it, I saw the artillery position of Minggou! He is NN, it seems that there are a lot of cannons! No wonder I haven't seen it, their small cannon turned out to be colorful, I thought it was a tree stump! ”

Abatai said excitedly, as if he had seen a beautiful woman, waiting for himself to go up and possess it.

After he finished speaking, the shells landed one after another, and the artillery positions of the Qing army were in disarray. The artillery casualties were not counted, and the Franc machine guns were blown up in all directions.

Abatai only used the peripheral vision of his eyes to look at the miserable situation of his artillery position, and continued to observe the opponent's artillery position. He had now determined that the two cannons in the middle of the formation had not been fired, and the ones that had fired were all those small cannons.

Yanguli saw that the huge cannon he had worked so hard to drag was wantonly plundered by the Ming army, and his heart was like a knife.

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