The Han did not go on the offensive and waited for two days.

In these two days, it was the time for the two armies to fight each other.

One of the two sides wants to find out the truth of the other, and the other wants to desperately keep the secret.

In the steppes fifty kilometers outside Tashkent, the cavalry of both sides launched a life-and-death pursuit.

Zu Kuan was holding a rifle that had always looked strange, and this new weapon was very heavy. The caliber is actually 12.7 millimeters, and this kind of gun is completely uncontrollable.

Only a tripod can be erected to stabilize the muzzle.

The most different thing about this kind of sniper rifle, which is called by the marshal, is that there is a scope above the chamber.

The eyes are attached to the scope, and the edge of the rubber is a little uncomfortable against the eye sockets. But it can't be helped, it's the best thing you can find.

Spring is the season when there is a lot of wind and sand, but today there is hardly any wind.

The tripod was erected on the turret of the tank, which had been painted yellow in order to adapt to the topography of Tashkent.

A Mongolian scout appeared in the scope, and although it was thousands of meters away, it was indeed recognizable in the scope.

This is a very young Mongolian, with a capable air all over his body. His eyes were as sharp as a goshawk, and his hands were as agile as a leopard.

He let the war horse lie down in the grass, and he quietly touched the front.

This guy is like that, dodging the eyeliner from the perimeter.

It's a pity that he didn't dodge Zu Kuan's scope.

He walked slowly, his crosshairs pressed firmly against his chest. Zu Kuan was very unsure if he could hit this person at this distance.

Before that, he had never tried to shoot enemy troops at such a distance.

"Bang!" The scorching bullet left the chamber of the gun, and Zu Kuan felt as if his body had been hit by a yak. The sour shoulders made Zu Kuan feel that his arms were about to be wasted.

No way, this is a 12.7mm sniper rifle. The recoil is so strong that it can definitely reach the point of being intimidating.

"Captain! Hit! Hit! The staff officer with the telescope next to him happily congratulated Zu Kuan.

"Hit?" Zu Kuan's mouth came out of a questioning sentence.

Because of the huge recoil, his eyes took off the scope. At such a distance, there is not much difference between a person and a match head to the naked eye.

"It really hit!" The staff officer replied very seriously.

"Let's go, let's go!" Zu Kuan really wanted to see how powerful this rifle that could take people's lives from a distance of a thousand meters was.

The orderly waited under the tank, and he was in charge of watching a few horses.

Turning over his horse, Zu Kuan galloped to the place where the Mongolian scout had fallen.

Despite his mental preparations, Zu Kuan was shocked.

The left half of the scout's chest was completely blasted open by bullets. The left arm was directly missing, and the exposed sternum and internal organs were still bleeding.

Strangely, there was nothing missing on his head, not even much blood.

His eyes widened as if he were still alive. However, Zu Kuan knew that this kind of injury would basically hang up on the spot.

"Those bastards said that this kind of bullet can directly break people in two when it hits them in the stomach. I didn't believe it before, but now I fucking do. ”

The smell of the viscera was pervasive, and it was a very bad smell. Zu Kuan also had no interest in looking any further, so he asked the Mongol war horses to be taken away, and he rode his horse to his regimental headquarters.

"Tell the cavalry battalion that you can let the Mongol scouts in. Let those sharpshooters sent down from above practice! Damn, with this kind of gun, a fool can take out an enemy soldier. That's it, I'm embarrassed to be called a marksman. ”

Zu Kuan decided that those sharpshooters were terrifying. More than half of the reason is the sniper rifle in their hand, although I heard that this kind of gun is expensive to death, but it is really easy to use.

"Commander, there are a total of five marksmen sent above. It's the same with the second regiment! Just ten people, can you deal with so many scouts? "The staff officer thinks it's better to let the cavalry on the periphery stop it first.

"Five people? These five people are no problem in the face of fifty people. There is no need, let the brothers of the cavalry battalion make fearless sacrifices. I heard that in the past two days, the cavalry battalion has hung dozens of people.

They are all our siblings, and it would be good to have one more person alive to go back. ”

"No!" The staff officer said "no" and ran out to deliver the order.

The nightmare of the Mongol scouts arrived, and they lurked in the steppe. The yellow Mongolian robe is almost one with the wild grass.

They were confident in their disguise, but just as they desperately wanted to move forward and find out what kind of enemy army was in front of them.

There was a bullet that flew by, and the only thing they knew for sure was that the person who fired the shot was far away from them. Because they were all hit by bullets first, and then they heard the gunshots.

Sometimes, they can even see the muzzle of the gun.

Unfortunately, the bullets are flying too fast. Before their brains could react, their bodies would be torn in two by a powerful bullet.

The power of the twelve-seven sniper rifle is so great that it can shatter a person with a single shot. So, at the end of the day, there were dozens of fragmented corpses on the grassland.

The smell of blood and entrails attracted many wolves and crows. Greedy vultures, falling from a great height, stumble and peck at the entrails of corpses on the ground.

These guys, very fond of eating offal.

Lobzang Tenzin waited all day, and none of the scouts sent out returned. By night, he was a little desperate. Because today I am full moon, the bright moon hangs high in the sky, and the silver-white moonlight shines on the whole grassland.

Anyone who tries to sneak through the darkness will be discovered. Eventually, after a melodious gunshot, they turned into a wisp of soul and went to see their immortal heaven.

Lobzang Tenzin waited for a night, but as during the day, none of the scouts returned.

He already vaguely felt that something was wrong, and within ten miles of Tashkent, more than 120,000 Mongol cavalry had been gathered.

Just five miles outside Tashkent, Lobzang Tenzin even followed the example of the Han Chinese, digging trenches and building field fortifications.

The artillery that was hard to get was all trying to get to the city.

With the convenience of the height, the artillery can easily support the infantry at a distance. Especially those ten rocket launchers, they are simply the treasures of Lobzang Tenzin.

He decided that no matter what kind of enemy it was, if ten rocket launchers fired a salvo, the attack would fall apart. Even if it is a tough Man Gui, the fate of encountering rocket artillery is the same.

On the morning of the third day, Zu Kuan and Cao Bianjiao decided to attack.

Because the Mongols within a hundred and ten miles of the vicinity are basically gathered around Tashkent. Even if we wait, no more Mongols will come.

Two tank regiments, six tank battalions lined up. Behind them were armored personnel carriers with 12.7 anti-aircraft machine guns.

Behind, there was a 120-mm self-propelled gun with thin armor and a surprisingly large turret.

It's a standard stream of rolling iron, and the roar of machinery can be heard ten miles away. The Mongols felt that this was the roar of the dragon in hell.

They looked in horror at the bobbles that were jumping on the edge of the trench. I don't know what kind of monster the Ming army has brought.

Yesterday there was no wind, but today it is very windy.

The most satisfying thing for the Mongols is that the Ming people are fighting against the wind today. Fools know that when fighting on a windy day on the battlefield, a tailwind is far superior to a headwind.

Of course, there are downsides to windy days.

That is, the strong wind raised a lot of sand and dust, coupled with the smoke and dust brought up by the galloping tanks, so that the visibility of the entire battlefield suddenly reduced to the standard of a sandstorm.

The Ming tanks were lined up, and the Mongols were all stupefied when they looked at this thing that was spewing black smoke and emitting a roar like a dragon.

He didn't know what it was, only that it was going to be scary. Because of the things that the Ming army drummed up, good ones are really rare.

The tank doesn't care about this, the soldiers wear goggles on their faces inside the tank. Although it was very bumpy, it did not suffer much from the wind and sand.

Robzang Tenzin's hand holding the city wall trembled a little, and what the escaped Mongol soldiers said was fucking true.

The Ming army really has monsters that can breathe black smoke and make loud noises.

"Rocket artillery! Hit me hard! Out of fear of the unknown, Lobzang Tenzin made a trump card as soon as he came up.

As long as the rocket artillery can deal with this thing, this battle will still have to be fought.

The Russian soldier in charge of directing the rocket artillery quickly adjusted the angle. Rocket artillery is a cover-type strike weapon, and its ability to destroy point targets is not strong.

Especially for this kind of point target, which can also move, it is very difficult for rocket artillery to fight.

When the sun rose a pole high, the Mongols opened fire first.

Huge smoke rose from the city walls, and the characteristic roar of rocket artillery shook people's eardrums.

Today is a tailwind, and the distance of the rocket artillery flight is expected to be far. Coupled with the continuous advance of the tanks, a lot of rockets missed. But there were still rockets, which smashed directly on the tank.

Rao was wearing heavy armor, but he was directly hit by a rocket, and the end was definitely not much better. Two unlucky tanks were directly knocked back to the state of parts.

The remaining tanks were lucky not to be hit directly.

Shrapnel hit the armor of the tank with a "bang" sound. Some tanks were so close to the point of explosion that shrapnel from the rockets was embedded in the tank's loading.

The nine self-propelled guns at the rear of the formation stopped, and the huge smoke after the rocket was fired was the best target designation.

Simple calculations for the offensive, self-propelled howitzers fired.

The biggest advantage of howitzer shells is that they have extremely high strike effectiveness against point targets.

However, there is some small trouble today, that is, the Ming army is in the top wind position.

"Boom!" A 120-mm howitzer high-explosive shell smashed directly on the walls of Tashkent.

Immediately after, at least five shells fell directly on the walls of Tashkent.

Lobzang Tenzin's face turned pale at once, because he noticed that the stone walls of Tashkent had begun to crack. If a few more shells hit, the walls will definitely fall.

The walls collapsed, and the artillery placed at the head of the city was finished.

He drew his pistol and pulled the trigger in succession at the Russian officer who had advised him to put the artillery at the head of the city.

It was this bastard who told himself that getting artillery up the city would greatly increase the range. His grandmother's, now the range is increased, but the city wall is collapsing, how can you have time to dig the rocket artillery out of the rubble.

Another difference between rocket artillery and howitzers is that howitzers are reloaded much faster than rocket artillery. It's easy to understand, you shoot twenty rounds at once. The reload also requires a reload of twenty rounds in order to make the next salvo.

The howitzer is a single shot, and it only needs to be reloaded once to continue firing.

Seeing that his rocket launcher was still being reloaded, the howitzer over there had already erupted fire again.

This time it was lucky that only three shells hit the walls of Tashkent. The remaining shells either flew past and entered the city, or they entered and exploded under the city.

Although only three shells were fired, the walls of Tashkent were already crumbling. The damn rockets weren't half the fucking reloaded.

"Quick! Fast! Fast! Otherwise, Lao Tzu will kill you. Before the bullets were empty and had time to reload, Lobzang Danzin pulled the pistol without bullets, and the firing pin sounded "da" and "da" in it.

The howitzers on the opposite side did not wait for the meaning of Lobzang Tenzin, and the third round of shelling soon came.

Unfortunately, this time, a seven-law high-explosive bomb actually hit the city wall. Even the sturdy boulder walls could not withstand such a blow.

"Boom!" A large section of the already cracked city wall collapsed, and the rocket launchers fell crookedly.

"Great Khan! Get down. "Beregutai held down Lobzang Danzin and hid in the corner.

Luckily, not a single rocket exploded. If these rockets explode, then the entire wall will be sent into the sky.

At that time, even if Lobzang Danzin lay down and could dodge those scorching shrapnel, he could not avoid the harm of the shock wave. He will be shocked to death on the spot!

"Great Khan! Let's go down. ”

Lobzang Tenzin immediately followed the good flow, and climbed down the city wall under the escort of Beregutai.

"Tell the front that holding the trenches is victory. Those things look scary, but they can still be knocked out with cannons. Order all the artillery, bombard those monsters. ”

It's a great sweat! It was not long before a solution was found to deal with the tank.

But this is also what Lobzang Tenzin thinks is just that!

Those 60mm mortars, even if they were smashed directly on the tank, did not work. And the eighty-millimeter cannon, although it is somewhat useful, but the cannon is all a grenade against the infantry.

This kind of thing hits a tank, and it's not much different from a cat stepping on milk.

When the tank smoked and rushed out of a sea of fire from a shell. The Mongol soldiers were so frightened that they couldn't hold their guns!

These roaring creatures began to slow down. The twin twin 25 rapid-fire guns began to fire at the Mongol soldiers in the front.

Although there was a lot of smoke and dust on the battlefield, there was a device in the tank that the Mongols did not have, that is, sights. This kind of optical equipment refined by Daming is definitely a high-tech product of this year.