Chapter 470: The head of the group is to be cut

Before the performance of flowering shells and shotguns was not greatly improved, the lethality of artillery shells was not as great as people imagined, and a special person recorded on the battlefield that a nine-pound marine artillery, if it happened to hit the enemy's dense formation, the shells would fall to the ground and jump, and there would probably be 20 casualties, that is, the casualties generated by a company after the first round of horizontal firing.

The above data is still from the end of the 17th century, but the impression that everyone thinks that it is powerful has long been formed, and the sight of cannonballs falling on buildings and scattering earth and rock is certainly one of the important reasons. There is also the whistling after the cannon is discharged, which has caused a great shock to people's psychology.

This sound doesn't seem to come from the human world at all, how can many soldiers who can't even adapt to the sound of gunfire be able to endure it, so in the colonial war in the West, the cold weapon can resist the fire gun on the one hand, but after the artillery is used, it will be defeated and dispersed immediately.

When these people who came out of the "split" set up their tents, they put the door of the tent in the direction of the Golden Horde of King Obir Khan, and at night, they carefully set up the cannons, ready to fire the cannonballs, and the barrels of the cannons were already very clean, and the soldiers stuffed the medicine bags into it.

One of them was about to put a shell in both hands and was about to put it inside, and when the person who was correcting the angle of the muzzle saw it, he immediately shouted in a low voice:

"Quickly bring the one that has made a mark, it doesn't make a lot of noise!"

The man holding the cannonball looked at it by the candlelight inside, and immediately laughed quietly, and said:

"It's dark and it's wrong."

When I changed a shell, I saw that the top of this lead ball was artificially carved with a knife a lot of deep ravines, which looked quite ugly, according to common sense, the smoother and smoother the cannonball, the faster the speed, and the farther the range, the Golden Tent of King Obir Khan was still far from this tent, and the range of this three-pound cannon was difficult to hit, but why use such a cannonball.

Because the rougher the surface of the artillery, the louder the whistling sound in mid-air, the people who slowly operate the cannon have summed up their experience, and directly carved the criss-crossing lines on the artillery, in order to make a louder whistling sound and give the enemy greater psychological deterrence.

After the shell was put in, tamped with a wooden stick, the gunner took an awl and pierced it through the hole in the lead, punctured the medicine bag, and then stuffed the lead in.

The man at the door of the tent gently opened the door of the tent with a long stick, and shouted outside:

"What the fuck is this wine, it doesn't taste at all."

The voice suddenly spread far away, and then a few leaders scolded him back, and the guards near the tent, that is, a little attention, did not care.

It was quiet again, but there was a slight movement in the tents, and after this had happened, there was another man in the outermost tent who had to get up at night, with a torch in his hand, for he had set up a tent on a low slope.

Walking to the edge of the tent, the torch in his hand shook a few times at will, and others would not think it was a big deal, and in the far distance, there were also bright lights that flickered a few times, and if you didn't look closely, you couldn't see what was going on at all, or you couldn't see it at all.

But the man from Izuku apparently saw it, and he immediately extinguished the torch, and trotted all the way back to the tent, after entering. It wasn't long before the light of the fire flickered in the tent, followed by a very sharp whistling sound that pierced the silence of the night sky.

The expeditionary teams and various armed forces of the Russian Empire and Russia fought for more than a hundred years, and at first it was a draw, but then it was completely at a disadvantage, because of the appearance of the opponent's guns and artillery, especially artillery, so that the Mongols' bows and arrows were useless.

Over time, there was already a fear of the psychology, in the dark and quiet night, there was suddenly such a loud noise, many people were awakened from their sleep, this sound was so sharp and whistling, everyone felt tremors, thinking what caliber this must be.

As Liu Shisan's subordinates expected, after a while, they faintly heard the sound of crying in the distance, compared to this artillery hitting the target, the Obir Khanate naturally did not feel at ease with a tribe that had never been familiar with it staying by its side, and the side of the 'split' team was also monitored by the cavalry of the Khanate.

Hearing the roar of the artillery, they were stunned for a moment, and immediately judged that the sound was coming from the place they were guarding, and the commander led by the commander immediately shouted loudly for his troops to get on their horses, ready to go in and see what was going on.

The whistling sound sounded one after another, and it was calculated that there were already four shells that had entered like this, all of which were the settlements of the magnates of the Obir Khanate, although it was not known whether the Golden Horde of the Khan had been attacked, but it was already a complete mess inside, and these four shells had killed more than a dozen people at most, but the shells had different landing points every time, often far away, and the shocking whistling sound.

For the tribes on the grassland, the Golden Tent is the most secret and the most well-guarded place, and they are afraid of being targeted, because as long as it is damaged, it is a great injury.

The commander of the guard still wanted to rush inside, but his men had just mounted their horses, and a large group of people rushed out of the tent, and in such a cramped distance, the knight had nothing to rely on except for a condescending advantage.

They originally thought that these 'split' people were just the young men of some tribes, and they were not so difficult to deal with, but who would have thought that these people were well-trained warriors.

The warriors on the steppe are herdsmen on weekdays, and they are only recruited when they are fighting, and the real standing army is the private army of the nobles and the Khan, and the people who guard and monitor the attachment obviously do not need these elite private troops, but the guards outside the gate are not strong in martial arts.

The regimental trainers receive much more regular army training every year than these herdsmen, and the commander's men have just mounted their horses, and before they start, the people inside have already rushed out, and the horses and knights in the lead have not yet reacted to what is going on, and they have been stabbed through by four or five spears, and the screams have not come out in time.

On the so-called cart with tents, there were bundles of spears, which were secretly taken out in the middle of the night, and three or four people surrounded a knight to fight, never allowing the other party to distance themselves, and the commander had about four hundred men, and after a short battle, more than a hundred people had fallen.

The commander of the thousand men had some foundation after all, and when the other party rushed out, he was already running away, looking at the fierce fighting over there, his heart was like fire, but he also knew that if he got up, he would definitely be stabbed down by the other party with a spear, and immediately opened his bow and arrows, and aimed at a person by the faint light of the night.

But when the fingers were not released, he suddenly felt a light behind him, and he no longer had any strength in his body, and when he looked closely, it turned out to be an arrow in his chest, and he wanted to look back to see who shot the arrow, but he didn't have the strength to turn back, and he fell down.

After firing five shots, the artillery stopped, and a clay basin was placed in front of the tent, which was full of broken skin and grease from the tent, which was already lit and the flame was bright.

The sound of fighting over there was thick, and more than 200 people here were already leading their horses to gather here, holding sticks tied with oilcloth in their hands, leaning on the brazier and lighting it, and then getting on their horses and rushing down to the bottom of the low slope, where the lights were already lit, and the sound of crying and scolding was chaotic.

Don't expect any advanced knowledge from the nomads, they have not yet judged where the cannon is coming from, and some people have seen people on the opposite low slope with torches and riding down on horseback, and they all think that the cavalry stationed there has come to the rescue.

No one would have thought that the 'herdsmen' who had taken in them would behave abnormally, and no one would have thought that the enemy would be like this, riding horses and holding torches, which were clearly targets!

More than 200 guards rushed to the edge of the big camp, and a character who looked like an officer rushed out from inside, shouting on his horse:

"Come with me and protect ......"

Before he finished speaking, he was killed by an arrow there, and the guards rushed in silently, and they were not in a hurry to cut and kill, but when they met the tent, they threw the torch in their hands, and then drew their knives in their hands, and shouted there:

"The Great Khan is dead, the Great Khan is dead!"

These words are also very simple, after the Mongolian people finished speaking, the Han people learned to be simple, after throwing the torch shouted, this face was a mess, the tents were on fire, and there was an earth-shattering cannon sound before, which was the direction of the Golden Horde.

Here there are people shouting that the Great Khan is dead, in such a panicked situation, who can still distinguish between the true and the false, and immediately the chaos is even more chaotic, the people on the mountain have already cleaned up the cavalry guarding them, everyone has knives and guns, and rushed down the mountain to kill, of course, they are still holding a torch in their hands.

Liu 13 pulled out the arrow he shot on the chest of the commander, and walked slowly to the top of the low slope, the fire below was soaring, the people were boiling, and he was followed by the guards and regimental training, all of them were riding on horses and murderous, Liu 13 turned over and got on the horse, laughed and said:

"There are so many heads down there, let's go and cut them off!"