"Sir, they don't seem to be convinced." Liu Hui rubbed the repeater in his hand, "Do you want to wait for it to get closer and give them some color?" "If it is an invasion, Yang Fan may have a trace of mercy, and he is a little reluctant to go away with such a crushing killing, but since they are not convinced, then don't blame themselves for being ruthless!

"Reload the shotshots, keep blasting me! Beat them into a sieve! "The shotshot is different from the flowering bullet, the range of this shotgun is closer than the flowering bullet, although it can be hit at 300 meters, the power is much smaller. Now at a distance of less than 200 meters, such a range, a scattershot can exert its huge killing area. A cannonball may be made of more than 100 lead beads, and it will be shot out like a goddess scattering flowers. Where is the clothing worn by these natives worthy of such lead beads. Tens of thousands of natives fell down like sickles cutting wheat. After two rounds of scattered bullets, five or six thousand people fell. Although most of them were only injured, they no longer dared to come forward and die. Hanshi himself was also frightened, and hurriedly retreated. He was afraid that if he rushed further, these people from his tribe would have to be confessed here.

"Sir, the timing is good, let's hurry up and catch up, kill him without leaving a piece of armor!" Sun Yi pulled out the sword and wanted to go into battle to kill the enemy, but was slapped on the back of the head by Yang Fan, "Obviously there is a way to crush the enemy without damaging the slightest, why do you want this sword to fight with the enemy?" ”

Sun Yi was beaten and confused: "Could it be that you are carrying a cannon to fight with them?" Yang Fan said depressedly: "You have been following Sun Yuanhua for so long, haven't you realized the advantages of firearms?" The age of swords has passed, this is the age of firearms, and you still haven't melted your sword to cast a rifled gun? Yang Fan glanced at Sun Yi's sword, it was a good sword.

As soon as Sun Yi heard Yang Fan's idea of this sword, he immediately took the sword back, and said vigilantly: "This can't be helped, this sword is a gift from my uncle at home, how can it be melted, it can't be used, it can't be used." His head shook like a rattle. Yang Fan said with a smile: "What you have to do in the future, if you still kill the enemy with the sword, it is estimated that there will be nothing to do with you." "Once Sun Yuanhua made that rifled gun, it wasn't a real knife and a real gun, but I was lying in the trench and shooting you, and you were shot on a horse a few hundred meters away.

"Why is there nothing wrong with me? Although this firearm is lethal, it is slow to reload, sir, look at those Jiannu cavalry, one by one swords, guns, swords and sticks, where do you say the sword is outdated? Sun Yi was a little unconvinced. Indeed, in the original battle of the Daling River, except for the three-eyed fire guns of the Guanning Iron Cavalry, they suppressed Huang Taiji's cavalry in the first wave, and after that, most of the fire guns became iron hammers to knock the enemy's heads...... After all, technology is not developed, and if you put gunpowder on the ground and light a fire, people will come and kill you with a knife.

Yang Fan nodded and said, "In a few days, you will know where it is outdated." Yang Fan turned his head and looked at the group of natives of the Feather Weaving tribe who had retreated to three hundred steps away, and said: "Let's see, in the future war, it will be like this, you don't have to fight to the death face to face, you can tell the winner." ”

"Sir, are you dreaming?" Sun Yi rolled his eyes, "Those grandsons just now haven't seen cannons, and they were scared." If you rush up in one go, and don't use a sword to cut it, will you still smash it with a Franco? ”

"Can't it be a musket per person?" Sun Yuanhua's research on the drawings is almost the same, the difficulty of the first rifled gun is still stuck in the spiral of the barrel, which has to solve this problem, and there is no big problem with others. "The fire gun is too slow, it takes a lot of time just to fill and ignite, and by then others will already kill you."

Yang Fan smiled: "I know more about what you said than you do." Just wait. The old chief of the tribe widened his bull's eyes, and he didn't expect to defeat the alliance of the Featherweave tribe in this way, thinking that this was a battle to the death. He pulled his face, and the people of their tribe over there began to cheer. Yang Fan's victory is equivalent to their victory. People from their own tribe don't have to die. In the past, such tribal warfare was a comparison of which side had more people and which side was good at fighting. But no matter how powerful the leader is, if there is a huge gap in numbers, he will still lose.

This is different from the Ming Dynasty's soldiers suppressing the peasant army. Tens of thousands of soldiers can defeat hundreds of thousands, or even hundreds of thousands, of peasant troops. Of course, when the peasant army fights a war, it is a drag on the family, claiming to have hundreds of thousands of soldiers, and it is all calculated according to the number of people, and those who can really fight and have weapons may be tens of thousands.

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Blood was gurgling on this freshly harvested wheat field, and Han Shi's face was extremely cold, he didn't expect that the ending would be like this. What kind of weird things did those Han people use, so that they could hurt people at such a distance. Some of the lead beads were embedded in the flesh, and the pain was so painful that it was heart-rending, and he fell to the ground. There are also some people who were directly hit by the key and lay forever on this hot land that should be full of harvest joy, and this qiē can only be said to be caused by greed. I can't complain about Yang Fan, and I also complain that I have to have the invention of firearms.

"Chief, what to do. The people of our tribe were the most severely injured, and hundreds of sons and daughters were cut through their flesh by those mysterious pieces of iron, and they were bleeding incessantly. ”

"Withdraw! Retreat! Damn, who said that these Han people are powerless, the enemy is too strong, go quickly! Dozens of tribal chiefs waited for this sentence. They are attached to the big tribe of Yuori, just for stability and survival, and now stealing chickens is not a loss of rice, and they have long wanted to slip away, and they are afraid that the Yuori tribe will blame, and they are in a dilemma. Now that the leader of the cold stone retreated, he immediately let these tribes who had long wanted to slip away rush to the forefront of the team, spreading their feet and running back.

"Sir, those black monkeys have run away!" Some brocade guards with crossbow machines shouted. said that he was not nervous, but in fact, he was a little worried, for fear that these tens of thousands of black monkeys would rush over, so he could only fight hard with real knives and guns. Yang Fan walked to the front, looked at the black oppression, fading like a tide, and muttered: "I can escape our catastrophe, and I can't escape some old foxes who have been calculating for a few months......"

Li Yuhuan asked, "Sir, why don't you just disperse?" "The scene just now, although it is far away, but the bloody scene can be imagined. Li Yuhuan still has some lingering palpitations, so he wants to go back to rest.

"Yu Huan, is this gone? People set up the stage for us to sing the first scene, why do we have to go over to cheer people on, right? Maybe people sing more vigorously than we do? ”

"Don't you go...... Didn't the gentleman say that the poor are not chasing? ”

"Let's go to the play, not to shout and kill. Jin Yiwei followed, let's take a good look at this big play, how does his Sanqing tribe sing! "Being used as bait like this, Yang Fan naturally has to come back to the praying mantis to catch cicadas and yellow finches, otherwise it will be difficult to resolve his hatred.

"The others, stay at the base camp as usual." Yang Fan led the five hundred brocade guards and followed towards the Feather Weaving tribe that had just been beaten away.