Whenever it comes to the word face, Kou Yingjie's heart is unhappy. He turned out to be the regiment commander, but as a result, his boss commanded blindly, well, he suffered defeat. Fortunately, I met my own "Bole", why can I now ascend to the throne of the commander-in-chief of this 50,000-strong army? It's not the other side of the damn Mongol yet! If it weren't for them, how could I have the opportunity to take the position today. Since it is an opportunity, it is necessary to seize the hard lesson. Otherwise, how can you be worthy of Wu Dashuai's cultivation of himself.

Soon, all the artillery on the direct army's position adjusted their firing direction, pulled away the gun that had just been blown up, and the artillery that was hit by it near it was also dealt with urgently. Then the order was given intensively and the attack on the artillery positions of the Mongol army began.

At the same time, Timur also gave the order for shelling, and for a time, the continuous sound of artillery resounded in the sky. Clusters of fire burst out from the muzzle of the cannon, and streams of white smoke continued to rise.

"Don't panic!"

"It's all solid bullets! What are you panicking about? ”

"Where's the cannonball! speed, the guns continue to fire on their own! ”

It was found that the line of sight was obscured by gunsmoke, and there were people on the direct army position who kept shouting.

While the two sides were firing at each other, Pang Bing could clearly hear from the sound that the other side had changed from the initial salvo to self-fire. For the Mongol army, the location of the enemy's shelling was difficult to figure out for a while.

Seeing this, Pang Bing frowned and informed his gunners: "Prepare to fire a salvo at a fixed point." ”

Salvo is a commonly used tactic, Zhang Huzi liked to engage in salvo when dealing with Mongolian horse bandits, of course, it was a rifle salvo, and it had not yet reached the effect of artillery salvo.

Now 90 percent of the artillery in the hands of Pang Bing, who was born in the northeast beard, is the camp artillery provided by Timur, and the range, power, and accuracy are very consistent, and they are used for salvo fire, and the effect must be quite good. Forty cannons, regardless of the interference of the enemy's shelling, when firing a salvo, forty shells fell on one point at the same time.

In a sense, it is equivalent to increasing the hit rate of the shell by a factor of forty. Due to the density of shells, if a solid shell penetrates into the makeshift artillery bunker, the damage to the artillery in the bunker is very great. Think about a big iron ball that beats irregularly in a semi-sealed space, who is smashed, who hangs!

Sure enough, after two volleys, the two guns that had just called the happiest shut up.

"Fire!"

"Kill them!" Seeing that his tactics were effective, Pang Bing jumped up and down happily. But the two sides had to cease fire. After the two sides fought for more than an hour, the front of the artillery position was full of gunpowder smoke that refused to dissipate for a long time, so they had to stop and wait for the gunpowder smoke to dissipate before firing the artillery.

The shelling, it seems, stopped in an instant.

The clearing between the two sides quickly calmed down.

Quiet, eerily quiet.

Anyone with experience knows that this calm before the storm is intended for a more violent outbreak. During this calm time, all the gunners were busy cleaning the chambers, preparing different types of shells, checking the fuses, and preparing for a quick shot. At the same time, during this quiet time, the Mongol army's Napoleonic cannons were repaired, and Timur did not know where to get sixty Napoleonic cannons again, and sent Merlin Zaran with a Mongolian horse team to send Pang Bing. At this time, the number of artillery pieces on Pang Bing's hand reached 100, although it was not as powerful as the artillery of the direct army, but it was superior in quality, did not explode, and the accuracy was much better than the rifling of the direct army.

Soon, the smoke in front of the positions of the two sides was almost dispersed, and the general outline of the opponent's positions could be faintly seen.

"Tom tom!" Pang Bing relied on his own large number of artillery, divided the artillery into two batches, and fired first.

Although the hit rate of solid ammunition is low, after the salvo, the hit rate and power rise in a straight line, and after being divided into two batches, the artillery gives continuous blows to the direct army, so that the shell supply of the direct army artillery cannot keep up with the rhythm of the shelling.

"The salvo tactics are really powerful." Kou Yingjie's face was pale at the moment, Zhang Huzi's record of exterminating the Mongolian horse bandits, of course he had heard of it, and he still looked down on this kind of medieval artillery tactics very much before, but now he saw the other party's old tricks repeated, and he was helpless.

According to the experience of these former Qing generals, what bandits and beards are best at is hand-to-hand combat. As a Northeast beard, hand-to-hand combat is still very powerful, and it is still very cost-effective to lose 800 and kill 1,000 enemies. And now Pang Bing is using artillery to fight hand-to-hand combat and attrition with Kou Yingjie, fighting until either side can't accept it, and this shelling is over.

To be honest, Kou Yingjie, who was born as an officer and soldier, does not like such cruel hand-to-hand combat, because there are too many people who die like this, and having guns and money is the foundation of a warlord's life. And Pang Bing, who was born with a beard, has no such concerns, the beard lives a life of licking blood with a knife, there is today, there is no tomorrow, how can there be so many scruples.

A constant stream of cannonballs, skimming through the air, rubbing against the air and making a whirring and screeching sound.

Kou Yingjie turned a deaf ear to these cannon sounds, but the Feng troops around them who had just taken refuge were not happy. Kou Yingjie also had a plan for this, but to his surprise, it was the direct army he relied on the most to make trouble this time.

"Young master, let's run!" Ge Dan clutched the barrel of the gun, which was already a little rusty in his hand, and his teeth grinded.

"Uncle Zhao, you fought with my father, what do you think we should do?" As the battalion commander, Liu Quanshan's well-behaved housekeeper asked, fighting is not fun, I came out to mix military merits this time, and I have no experience in this area. Since the direct army conquered Jixian County, it has greatly expanded its army, and due to the rush of time and from the perspective of loyalty, it has pulled the juniors of these direct army officers to the battlefield.

"Young Master!" Uncle Zhao shouted unceremoniously, the sky was full of the sound of cannonballs, if you didn't roar, you really couldn't hear it: "Young master, we can't withdraw now, you will listen to my orders for a while, and no one is allowed to release the gun until the order is given!" If we see someone withdrawing, we can retreat after them! ”

"Uncle Zhao, why is it behind others, isn't that a gun blocker?" Liu Quanshan, the second generation of officials, asked.

"Block the gun! It is possible that the gun is in front of us, and not behind us! Uncle Zhao looked at Liu Quanshan and said.

Liu Quanshan is the eldest son of the Liu family, but unfortunately the old man hung up with Wu Dashuai when he attacked Hubei, otherwise it would not be Uncle Zhao's turn to lead his young master to the front line to fight for military exploits.

Although Liu Quanshan was appointed to the position of a battalion commander as soon as he entered the barracks, Liu Quanshan's subordinates, except for his own tenants of more than 200 people and 60 armed men, there was no one else, except for Liu Quanshan and Uncle Zhao with a Mauser pinned to their waists, and the others were all old-fashioned shotguns.

Liu Quanshan wanted to ask Uncle Zhao something, but suddenly, a man in a Beiyang military uniform jumped out of the trench behind him and shouted, "Mom! Run for your life! He stumbled and ran back, and almost at the same time, countless straight soldiers jumped out of the trench he jumped out, all shouting the same "Mom! Words like that, desperately running backwards.

"Tom tom!" The Mongol artillery turned a blind eye to them and continued to bombard the artillery positions that were still firing back.

Liu Quanshan took a look through the telescope handed down from his own Lao Tzu, isn't this the long-term work of the Liu family next door! The old man of the Liu family is also hanging in Hubei, so this time the two sons of their family, like themselves, went to the front line to fight for military exploits.

Liu Quanshan was still thinking to himself, these soldiers are also stupid, they can't escape? The ready-made traffic trenches didn't know how to use them, so they all jumped outside, ready to use the Mongols as a gun target, and all of them ran in a straight line, although they ran fast like this, but the bullets of the Mongols also ran in a straight line!

"Bang, bang, bang", finally someone began to release the gun, the distance of the gunfire was not very far, it didn't seem to come from the Mongolian army, Liu Quanshan looked at the Mongolian army's position suspiciously, there was a quiet one except for the artillery still firing.

But the sound of "bang, bang~~~~~~" in my ears still doesn't stop, "Bastard, where are you running?" Uncle Zhao grabbed a tenant who was about to get up and run away, and scolded angrily.

"Steward Zhao, didn't you say that you could retreat behind others?" The tenant replied.

"Get out!" Uncle Zhao kicked him to the ground and said sharply, "You want to die, don't drag us to die with you!" As soon as he lifted him, he looked in the direction of the gunshot, "Listen, listen, is this the gunfire of the Mongols?" This is the Commander's Overseer, and they're killing people! ”

Hearing Uncle Zhao say this, Liu Quanshan looked in the direction of Liu's house with a telescope, and saw a group of forty or fifty Beiyang troops, wearing armbands on their arms, a heavy ghost-headed knife behind one person, a Mauser in each hand, and some even had submachine guns, standing behind the trenches, blocking the scattered soldiers, the muzzle of the gun forward, and the hand pointing forward. Needless to say, the meaning can be understood, let those people go back to the trenches. But there were too many routs, and those in front saw the Overseers, and those behind were still stumbling forward, and the interception line formed by the Overseers was also knocked away by these deserters.

At last, the warlords opened fire, and the gunfire became more and more intense, and even the submachine guns were swept up, and the deserters were knocked down, to say the least, seventy or eighty casualties.

Liu Quanshan saw that the brothers of the Liu family, who had grown up together, were also among the deserters, so he leaned out of the trench and shouted: "Big Liu, second Liu, jump into the trench!" ”

But the battlefield is so chaotic, who can hear what he shouts?

Seeing that the Liu brothers were carried naked by the rebels, they rushed towards the overseer, and then rushed to the heavy machine gun behind the superintendent.

The French-made heavy machine gun, spewing tongues of fire, swept towards the dense crowd, and those who were shot seemed to have been hit by a meteor hammer, and they all flew out backwards, and some people were even torn in two.

Seeing such a scene, Liu Quanshan, who belonged to the children of the official family in Jixian County, fell softly in the trenches, and complained to Uncle Zhao with a depressed face: "Why did this battle become like this?" ”

"Young master, get up quickly, we will retreat soon." Uncle Zhao squatted beside Liu Quanshan and whispered.

"Retreat?!" Liu Quanshan exclaimed, the tragic scene just now was not a fake, did those people die in vain.