Chapter 184

"This Ma Sanyuan...... Good! ”

When he saw Ma Yukun leading his own soldiers and horses to attack in the telescope, Nie Guilin couldn't help but shout twice in a row, the firepower of the rebel army was far more fierce than he expected, and what was even more amazing was that there was no white smoke when its guns were fired, and the front line was not disturbed by smoke, unlike his own side, which was completely shrouded in medicinal smoke. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Almost at the moment when the first round of guns fired, Nie Guilin knew that this was like the distant platoon of guns and artillery bombardment that he had in the past when dealing with bandits and other bandits, and then tearing apart his defense line with an infantry team after it collapsed, there was no possibility at all, but if he didn't fight like this, how could he fight?

Previously, they relied on platoon artillery to bombard indiscriminately, but they could not kill or injure the bandits in the trenches, and this group of troops stationed in Korea were all elites trained by Westerners, and they were by no means the rabble in the interior. Just when the battle was deadlocked, and Ma Sanyuan's guy suddenly killed, he obviously wanted to earn back the face of the Yi Army, after all, the Yi Army's nine battalions failed to defend Lushun, not because the Yi Army could not fight, but because its main general Song Cheng reported on his work in Tianjin, just because a Wei Rucheng fled after hearing that the fort was lost, resulting in the Nine Battalions of the Yi Army and the Seven Battalions surrendered without a fight.

This time, because Lushun was lost without a fight, the reason why Ma Sanyuan, who was not less looked down upon, was so desperate was naturally to earn back the face of Yijun and himself, and for Nie Guilin, Ma Sanyuan rushed at the right time.

"Order the Jizi Battalion Horse Team, the Shengzi Battalion Horse Team, and the Shenji Battalion Horse Team to attack immediately!"

At the same time as the herald rode his horse to give the order, Nie Guilin ordered loudly.

"The artillery team was replaced with a flowering bomber to bombard the enemy's middle line!"

Although this Qing army's military training has always been "training soldiers but not officers", this battle has been fought too much. How to use this gun is naturally clear. This will Nie Guilin also show a bit of veteran ability. Whether it was to send the horses to attack or to replace them with bombers, it was all for one purpose - to tear apart the defensive line of the Fourth Regiment.

Compared with the previous howitzer shotgun, as soon as the Qing artillery team changed to high-explosive shells, it immediately showed that it was different from the previous ones, although the power of the black powder shells used was extremely limited, especially the high-explosive shells of the 57 mm camp guns were extremely limited, and the maximum was equivalent to a large "firecracker" at best. However, compared with the air-burst howitzer shrapnel, it can accurately hit the vicinity of the trench, and can even directly hit the trench, thus affecting the officers and soldiers who were originally constantly shooting, and to a certain extent, interfering with their shooting.

"Boom!"

The smoke and dust raised by the violent explosion of the shells blocked Tanaka Yu's vision, and he was almost out of breath with the heavy smell of gunsmoke, and he even felt the shock from the ground when the shells exploded when he squatted in the trenches, and the screams and ** sounds of the wounded soldiers could be heard from time to time around him, and this feeling was by no means felt on the training ground or the exercise ground.

"Battalion commander, the firepower of the Qing army is too fierce......"

At the moment when a continuous stream of shells hit the trenches. For the first time, he really felt the firepower of the Qing army, and Tanaka Yu saw the enemy cavalry rushing in the distance through the smoke of gunpowder, and immediately ordered loudly.

"Pick up the artillery battery. Concentrate your firepower, give me a hard blow to the artillery of the Qing army, and first press down the artillery of the Qing army, so that the brothers have a chance to raise their heads! ”

From the beginning of the battle, everything to now is only a matter of minutes, unlike the Qing artillery who came up and fired desperately, the 4th Regiment was an artillery regiment, but it remained silent, not that they did not open fire, but waited for the Qing army to completely expose its artillery position. In this way, at the beginning of the war, the artillery seemed to be inferior.

Seeing that the firepower of the Qing army suppressed him, Tanaka Yu, who studied the artillery department in the Tianjin Martial Arts Academy and changed to the infantry department in the lecture hall, was relented, and when he ordered the artillery to fire a success, he encouraged the soldiers around him.

"Brethren! Raise your head, gun on your shoulder, these guys who have forgotten their ancestors are going to rush up and send them to death, we can't fail them, aren't they just riding horses, playing a row of guns, they can also clean them up......"

Just when Tanaka Yu was loudly agitating the soldiers to reassemble, behind him, like a dull "tom, tom" sounded constantly, it was the battalion mortar company's four 82 mortars firing shells, although there were only four guns, but its rate of fire was nearly ten times that of the Krupp cannon, and its shells were much more powerful than the Krupp cannon.

The smoke of gunpowder when the shells exploded in an instant, swallowed up many artillery positions of the Qing army, accompanied by the black smoke of gunpowder, the steel fragments after the explosion of the shells flew sideways with a piercing whistling sound in the air, and the artillery cannons of the Qing army, which were originally fired as if they did not want money, suddenly became dumb, and the shells that were fired at the positions of the fourth regiment also had to become sparse, Tanaka Yu raised his head from the trenches, looked at the rising gunpowder smoke on the Qing army's position, and squeezed out a smile on his face that was blackened by the gunpowder smoke of the shells.

"Turtle son, it's Lao Tzu's turn to exert his power now!"

Although the barrage formed by more than ten mortars on the artillery position of the Qing army was not dense, and the black smoke clouds that exploded from time to time and a little dust would soon disperse, the power of the TNT charge shells was much greater than that of the black powder shells, and the fragments after the explosion also set off a bloody storm on the Qing army's position, and the fierce artillery fire only blew up the Qing gunners to abandon the artillery and flee in all directions.

The fragments of the broken fragments dragged a sharp whistling sound in the Qing artillery position, harvesting the lives of the gunners, and the smoke gradually dispersed in the positions of the four regiments, through the faint smoke, Tanaka Yu seemed to see the Qing army's horse team, and the faint shadow and the deafening sound of horses' hooves came from far and near.

The mighty Qing army horse team suddenly rushed into the battlefield, waving a saber in the sun in the hands on horseback. Carrying a heavy foreign spear on his back, he charged. The team of horses that suddenly rushed to the battlefield was divided into four groups, but each group was orderly and distinct. Each line of eight to more than ten rides, the riders are all wielding a saber that is a few points slenderer than the waist knife.

This is not a horse team, in addition to the Yijun horse team, there are many horse teams such as the Jiziying horse team, the Heilongjiang horse team and the Fengzi camp horse team. Compared to infantry. The horse team is faster. Even compared to the infantry, the horse team is more brave and more accustomed to charging into battle.

Nearly a thousand war horses galloped on the ground, raising the overwhelming dust, in the dust of the horse team mighty impact, thousands of war horses galloped in the dust clouds, thousands of sabers as thin as willow leaves staggered in the air, at this moment. It seems to give people the illusion of thousands of horses galloping and fairy clouds rolling.

The deafening sound of horses' hooves coming from far and near was enough to make anyone shudder, as the horsemen rushed in with a heart-pounding "kill" sound from their swords brandishing their sabers like their ancestors. Looking at the cavalry approaching like a wave, Tanaka Yu found that while sweating in the palm of his pistol, his voice was also astringent and sticky, so that he had to swallow two mouthfuls of saliva, and he himself didn't even notice that his legs trembled slightly, as has always been the case with people, for the infantrymen who charged. They do not feel fear, but to a fast galloping war horse. Human beings have a natural fear.

"Sir, sir......"

The instructor's shout made Tanaka Yu quickly come back to his senses, and he immediately stood up and used the marker that had already been marked, estimated the distance, and then gave the order loudly, in fact, at this time, the company platoon commanders had already begun to give the order to set the footage.

"Set the ruler of 800, raise the gun...... Aim for ......"

In this great tension, the soldiers adjusted the ruler according to the officer's order, and when aiming at the gun, everyone's forehead couldn't help but sweat, everyone's palms were sweating, although their hearts trembled slightly, no one chose to escape, and the reason why no one ran away was not because of how brave they were, but because of the unique training of the new army stationed in Korea.

Compared with the barracks of this era, the barracks of the New Army stationed in Korea are closer to the barracks of later generations -- the closed barracks, which are completely different from the barracks of this era that are free to enter and exit in peacetime, just like "going to work"; moreover, in the barracks, officers, especially the instructors in charge of ideological work, will seize every opportunity to re-educate the soldiers with the help of psychological theories, and carry out "high-intensity, all-round" "collective hypnosis" and "self-hypnosis" in a relatively isolated "closed environment" full of "comradeship-in-arms and military honor." In order to achieve the goal of instilling the only goal of the military with subconscious openness and narrow consciousness, "brave fighting", so as to achieve the purpose of brainwashing.

On the other hand, the brainwashing indoctrination in the past also convinced them that only by winning can they survive with dignity, and that they will be punished by battlefield discipline - they will be subject to battlefield discipline, and the method of sitting together makes them know that their personal escape will not only kill themselves, but also kill the brothers around them. As a result of all these measures, no one turned around and fled despite fear.

"Shooting ......"

The moment the fierce roar burst out of the voices of the officers and squad leaders, the riflemen immediately pulled the trigger, without any delay or hesitation, and each of them knew very well that now their lives were in their own hands, and their lives depended on whether they could fire the most bullets in the shortest time.

The moment the middle finger pulls the trigger, the tiger mouth socket between the thumb and the index finger is stuck in the downward bend of the bolt, that is, with the light movement of the wrist and turn, while rotating and unlocking, the elbow bends back to pull the bolt, stretches forward and pushes back, and turns the bolt down, which is a smooth overall action, for a skilled rifleman, it only takes less than a second to complete and this one action, It takes up to 1.5 seconds to complete the series of actions of loading and aiming and shooting, but on the training ground, they even need to repeat it thousands of times a day in order to make this action instinctive.

In the continuous firing, with the movements of the soldiers, the dust that had been raised on the body by the previous shelling shook off from time to time, pulled the bolt backwards, and constantly pulled the trigger, and fired a round round of 6.5 mm bullets, constantly flying towards the enemy cavalry rushing like waves hundreds of meters away.

The crisp sound of small-caliber rifles reverberated in the air, which was completely different from the dull gunfire of old-fashioned large-caliber rifles such as the single-shot Mauser.

Nie Guilin, who was holding a monocular, had a solemn expression, holding his breath, he looked at the galloping cavalry team a little nervously, four, no, it should be said that it was five cavalry, more than 1,200 war horses were like clouds and fog rushing towards the rebel army, if the opponent was a rebel like the Jindan Sect rebel bandits, the deafening sound of horses' hooves alone was enough to make the bandits' defense line collapse, and now, instead of collapsing, these Korean troops became more and more courageous.

"My lord, our artillery is all destroyed, and the flowering shells of the Korean soldiers on this dog day are too powerful......"

The bloody artillery officer over there dragged the severed arm blown away by shrapnel, and his grief and indignation did not attract Nie Guilin's attention, and at this time, he was completely stunned by the scene in front of him.

For a moment, almost at the same time as the burst of gunfire, the dense bullets fell like raindrops in the cavalry, falling in the wave-like horse team, harvesting life in the galloping horse team, the Mongolian war horse after being hit by the bullet even fell down with the horse, and the riders behind had not yet had time to rush over the horse corpse, and the bullets were dumped on their bodies again, all of which looked at Nie Yunlin's eyes, like a tripwire placed in front of the anti-bandit position, With the dense gunfire, the horses were constantly "tripped" to the ground.

The bullet is the "tripping horse", the bullet constantly knocks people and horses to the ground, and when the dense bullet rain forms an invisible barrage of death on the battlefield, suddenly, a string of exploding smoke clouds rises up between the galloping horses, and the artillery that has completed the attack on the enemy's artillery position joins the battle.

The smoke clouds raised by 82 mm and 120 mm shells kept rising among the horse teams, and as the smoke clouds of the explosion rose, the cast iron fragments flying through the crowd of horses could always harvest some lives, the thick horse skins of the galloping war horses were torn apart by the fragments, the hard legs of the horses were blown in two in the explosion, and the cavalrymen who had howled and brandished their sabers were thrown to the ground and trampled to death by the horses' hooves in a pool of blood.

The whistling sound of the whistling large-caliber mortar shells was a little dull, but at the moment when the shells weighing fifteen kilograms fell, accompanied by a violent explosion and countless cast iron fragments made a piercing swish, they flew sideways on the battlefield, and the violent explosion even frightened some of the war horses, completely out of the control of the riders, jumped up in the ranks, and even crashed into the surrounding war horses, only to make the originally seemingly neat horse team instantly fall into chaos.

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