The sound of cannons, horses' hooves, wails, and the crash of soldiers falling and dismounting began to gradually appear in the battlefield, and the appearance of mortars only hit the Manchu Eight Banners Army in terms of morale, but in fact, tens of thousands of people charged, and horses and so on also ran away, it was when they broke through the enemy's defense line in one fell swoop, how could they be willing to throw away these credits in vain?

The cavalry hit by the 60mm mortar fell off their horses, and there were vacancies in the middle, but they were quickly filled by the cavalry behind, and almost none of the soldiers who fell to the ground survived.

"Rush, rush for me, don't be afraid, the first one to rush up will be rewarded with a thousand taels of silver." Zuo Lu saw that his morale suddenly plummeted, but because of the noise caused by the noise of 10,000 people in the back, the cavalry who did not hear the sound of artillery was rushing forward, and the cavalry running in front was even timid, and there was no way to go back if he wanted to retreat.

'Tong', 'boom' another mortar shell exploded among the horses, and shrapnel suddenly splashed around, looking for any place where they could take refuge. Ke Lan is an ordinary soldier, although he himself is full of people, and his kung fu is not bad, but he does not belong to the Eight Banners, because he offended a certain son in anger, but the family was almost destroyed by that person, and the father of the son insisted on sending him to the barracks, and in the end he could only go to the barracks with him, responsible for protecting the safety of the son, to put it bluntly, it was just to find a dog in the barracks to call, as for the identity of the problem is naturally not a big deal.

Ke Lan's eyes widened, and he saw a black thing flying towards him, holding the reins of the horse tightly with his left hand, and quickly drawing his knife with his right hand, trying to block this black unknown object, because he had seen this kind of thing before, and he was injured for a few moments, and being injured at this time was equivalent to death.

Ke Lan threw down his spear and pulled out his saber with his right hand, the sword was unsheathed, with a slight sound of dragon groaning, but after Ke Lan pulled out the saber, he found that the black unknown object was gone, and his own movements stiffened, Ke Lan slowly looked down at his body, only to see that the black object had entered his body, only leaving a long hole in his stomach.

The intestines in the stomach and so on slowly exposed the outside of the stomach with the bumps of the war horse, Ke Lan threw away the saber, slowly threw away the reins of the horse with his left hand, kept covering his stomach with both hands, and stuffed back the exposed objects from time to time, and continued to travel rapidly for dozens of meters or so, Ke Lan felt that he was weak, and even he slowly fell off the war horse, at this time Ke Lan had no strength to continue to sit on the war horse.

Ke Lan took a deep breath and let his body fall off the horse, he wanted to struggle, he wanted to grasp the reins of the horse, he tried to get back into the saddle, but in the end he couldn't exert any strength. At the moment when he left the war horse and fell to the ground, Ke Lan saw his mother, his father, his brothers and sisters, only to see the heart-rending cry of his mother standing in front of the door when he left home, his father's helplessness to hate his incompetence, and the brothers and sisters looked at their brother who was about to leave home one by one, secretly wiping their tears.

At this time, Ke Lan seemed to see his family sitting at home eating dinner together, although it was not as good as the home of the dignitaries, but it was better than the family of many Han people, until the moment when Ke Lan was about to lose his senses, Ke Lan said silently in his heart: "Amma, Enie, if there is an afterlife, the child will still be your son, and he will provide for your old age!" (I don't understand the customs of the Manchurians, I've heard of Amma, and I haven't really heard much of this Enia, I'm lonely and unheard...... ）

Wu Xing stood on top of a truck, looking at the effect of the shelling, although the killing range of the mortar was limited in the crowd, but the number of casualties was amazing, such a dense formation of cavalry charge, and encountered mortar assistance, it is impossible to reduce casualties, not to mention those soldiers who fell off their horses, and one of the ten who fell was still alive in the end had to burn high incense for three years and thank the gods for blessing. With a satisfied expression, Wu Xing picked up a small red flag next to him and threw it four times behind him.

When the commander of the artillery position saw Wu Xing's signal, according to the tactical coordination between them, he immediately shouted: "Correct the coordinates, four thousand meters ahead, launch without correction." ”

The mortar operator quickly stopped firing after hearing the order, and then adjusted the elevation angle as fast as possible to control the distance of the shell, and then stuffed the shells into the mortars in one go, each gun was transported by two soldiers, and the speed of the mortar was obviously not keeping up with the speed of the mortar.

The two reporters saw that the position was already in a hurry, and the shells were on the truck not far away, and the soldiers kept carrying the shells back and forth, but they were still persevering when they were tired, and they did not shout that they were tired. Reporter Wang hurriedly grabbed his camera and pointed it at the soldier who was carrying the shells to take a few pictures in a row, then put away his camera, strode forward, walked to the truck, picked up a shell, and ran behind one of the mortars.

"Corrected coordinates, three thousand five hundred meters ahead, uncorrected launch."

"Corrected coordinates, three kilometers ahead, no corrective launch."

"Corrected coordinates, two thousand five hundred meters ahead, no corrective launch."

"Corrected coordinates, two kilometers ahead, no corrective launch."

"Corrected coordinates, fifteen hundred meters ahead, no corrective launch."

The firing distance of the mortar is constantly adjusted, whenever the front of the Eight Banners cavalry is closer to the truck, they will adjust the elevation angle, with the greatest damage to kill the enemy in the front, so that the infantry can defend and save some effort, the Eight Banners are quite numerous, if you want to block the rapid advance of the cavalry, the only way to let the people behind see what is happening in front of you, only by slowing down from the back can you best slow down the front, and even turn around and escape.

'Go forward, go a little further. Wu Xing silently calculated the distance between the two sides in his heart, his hands clenched into fists, a breeze gently rushed towards him, and a heavy smell of blood gradually came to the side of the Hainan Army, the soldiers were better, more or less on the battlefield, and they had seen blood, but the two reporters were different, the first time they entered Sichuan to cover the disaster, they were already excited, and they were worried enough, this time they met the battle again, and it was a battle of tens of thousands of cavalry attacking hundreds of people, and the two reporters who were already excited and nervous smelled a strong smell of blood, for a while, I couldn't stand the environment here, so I directly held my knees with both hands, bent down and vomited.

"The dragon shoots." Wu Xing clenched his teeth and said fiercely.

Although the fire dragon firepower is fierce, the speed of the opposing cavalry is not too slow, and it doesn't take much time to rush over a distance of a thousand meters, coupled with the problem of firing angle, these machine gunners will definitely not adapt to this kind of battle in the first time, not to mention have to have an adaptation time of dozens of bullets, otherwise it will be too late to shoot after the enemy rushes over.

After being silent for so long, the 'Tongtong' Fire Dragon Style finally let out that unique dull sound again, the maximum range of the Fire Dragon Type equipped with a three-legged angle bracket was already as high as 1,800 meters, but in order to achieve accuracy and reduce ammunition consumption, Wu Xing put the enemy into a distance of one thousand meters, even so, his range was already a little longer than that of the Fire Dragon Type equipped with a two-legged bracket.

Machine gun bullets are pushed out of the chamber and wield their ferocity in the air until they penetrate the enemy's body or change their trajectory until they hit a hard object, and the joining of the fire dragon type represents the arrival of a real carnage, and the lethality of forty fire dragon type is far higher than that of forty mortars.

It's just a face, after the fire dragon has just finished a bullet chain, the few rows of cavalry that were originally rushing to the front have been lying on the ground, and the soldiers in the rear see this, and they don't dare to rush forward anymore, and several soldiers who have been hit by shells several times have retreated at this time, and those Baylor and Beizi have disappeared, and these people have quietly evacuated the battlefield when the mortar attack distance is still three thousand meters, and the eight people who have been running at the back have been running, At this time, even if they ran away, not many people would know, and although those who knew followed them, they were all driven back by their own soldiers

Several horsemen who were quick and unlucky enough to rush to the truck, and they also took advantage of their superb riding skills and their unsteady body to dodge a few bullets that came at them. In fact, at a distance of a few hundred meters, they can pick up their spears and shoot back, but their consciousness is still at the stage of slashing and slashing, and they just blindly want to rush to the enemy's position and sacrifice their swords with the enemy's blood.

Several cavalrymen controlled the war horse to bounce up, wanting to step directly on the front of the car, and then slash the soldiers behind, but these people were really unlucky, one of them jumped up too early because of nervousness, causing the war horse to land and just came to the front of the truck, plus the usual surname of the war horse directly hit the truck, and the soldier also flew to the back of the truck, and knocked a soldier who was turning around to transport ammunition to the ground, becoming the only Eight Banners soldier who broke into the position of the Hainan Army, He also became the only soldier who had a result.

And the other one was not very lucky, although the jumping time was well controlled, and the front hooves of the war horse also landed smoothly on the head of the truck, but the war horse was directly torn apart by the fire dragon, and lay backwards fiercely, and even smashed the cavalry directly under him and vomited blood to death.

At this time, the speed of the charge has slowed down a lot, a cavalryman inadvertently looked back at the back, only to see that there were many soldiers lying on the ground behind him, many of them were still lying on the ground with wounds wailing, but more people were already dead, such a chaotic battlefield, no way of fighting, once the soldier dismounted, it meant death, either hit by local artillery fire or shot by the enemy's bullets, the most tragic thing was to be trampled to death by their own horses.

"Lord Belle is running, run." A soldier who had been frightened shouted in a panic, originally trying to find a reason for his retreat, but he didn't expect to attract the attention of many people, but they were not looking at the soldier who shouted, but looking at where the Baylor men were?

Again, one person on the battlefield can sweep away ten, and ten people can sweep away a hundred, and a hundred can sweep away more people, and the rout only starts with one person, that is, the first person to shout out and act. After not finding a few Belle Lords, Bei Ziye and the kings, they finally believed this sentence, it turned out that these people had already fled without anyone noticing, leaving only this group of fools who only cared about the charge, and they worked hard to the death, what did they get in the end? The credit is theirs, and the casualties and suffering are theirs.

"Run." More and more soldiers joined the rout, and the image of the brave and warlike soldiers of the Eight Banners two hundred years ago has been completely broken by these people at this time, and long-term comfort can only be exchanged for people's satisfaction, without the threat of war, they slowly become only hedonistic in the world.

The speed of the cavalry turning around is naturally not as fast as the infantry, and at the same time as the horses turned around, Wu Xing also discovered the other party's attempt, and Wu Xing, who was extremely excited for a while, even forgot to look at the time, and directly ordered: "Hit hard, and finally give them a ride." ”

At this time, although the enemy retreated, his own side was really not suitable for pursuit, because there were already a lot of corpses and war horse corpses lying on the road in front of him, and the road ahead was no longer enough for the truck to continue to move forward, and the only thing Wu Xing could do at present was to stand here and hold a farewell party for them with machine guns and mortars.

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