"Hmm...."

Listening to the deputy's reminder, Bao Tuo's face couldn't help but show a dignified look.

Not to mention, he was really afraid of the rumored southerner troops.

Whether it is Khalkha or Pakistan, no matter which of these two tribes, their tribal combat power is far superior to theirs.

This is true both in terms of population and economic strength, of course, the strongest is the Beggar Ministry, which is said to have some howitzers, grenades, machine guns and the like.

It's a pity that the Beggar Ministry doesn't want to give that kind of thing to outsiders at all.

"Then let the brethren fight quickly!"

Bao Tuo doesn't care about playing with each other.

It's just that at this moment, in the fog in the distance, many figures appeared, and then a large group of people came into view.

Seeing so many people suddenly killed, Bao Tuotuo was so frightened that he almost fell off his horse.

Fortunately, the deputy hurriedly stretched out his hand, which stabilized his figure.

"Master! It doesn't seem to be those southerners! I heard that those southerners were wearing those green clothes, and you see that they look like herdsmen on the grassland! ”

The deputy's words can be regarded as stabilizing Bao Tuo's shaky heart.

The other tribes may not be able to talk about the discoloration of the Southerner army, but he can't.

There are few people in the Balhu tribe, and they really can't afford to bump into them.

Hearing this, his heart was also stable, and he was even more relieved when he looked closely.

The originally timid heart suddenly became active.

He didn't dare to touch the southerner team, but he still dared to touch the grassland herdsmen.

What's more, in recent days, the rest of the divisions have achieved a lot of results on the front line, and although they have no way to do it because of the garrison mission, they have not been able to build an inch.

Isn't that the opportunity now?

"Master? It's less than three hundred meters, look ....." The deputy cautiously looked at his own officer.

"Hit! Hit me hard! Tell the brethren to fight back as we rehearse on a regular basis! ”

Bao Totuo immediately gave an order, how could he give up such a good opportunity!

Soon the deputy quickly blew a sharp whistle and waved his hand in a simple gesture.

The captains of the left and right Chinese armies saw the order and led the team to move, and the army that was originally watching from afar was now rumbling like a war-machine tightening its clockwork.

The popularity of firearms among the warriors of the Balhu tribe is not high, most of them are with bows, there is no way, the poor of the small tribes really can't open the pot.

But they also have their own way of playing, and the ability of each tribal warrior is limited, and it is impossible for all of them to be able to draw the Manchurian bow.

Therefore, most of their bows are ordinary bows and arrows that are not very strong, and the best range is about 50 meters.

So their way of fighting is more like a wall charge, but a little different, a little scattered, but always falls into the category of dense salvos.

As the vanguard took the lead in completing the first salvo with the opposing camp, they soon realized that the group of herdsmen in front of them really didn't seem to be very good!

Both sides fired the first salvo from fifty meters away, but the casualty rate was significantly higher than that of the herdsmen on the opposite side!

The opponent's free fire was very scattered, and there was no special overall fire, some were a little faster, some were a little slower.

And the opponent's shooting is very repetitive, obviously the shooting accuracy is not very high, but it is so scattered that all kinds of bullets and arrows are completely biased to grandma's house.

In addition, the wind and snow are still quite heavy at the moment, and the lethality caused by this wind is even smaller.

Seeing that the bag behind him was also abnormal, his face was happy.

This is to let yourself meet normal people!

Right! The previous Nanren army that was passed down was called abnormal in his opinion, and now this herdsman must eat it fiercely.

Taking advantage of the confrontation between the two armies, Boss Guo also took the opportunity to escape to the periphery, and several guys behind him also sighed.

"Whew! Boss, I heard that this Chief Zhao is leading soldiers like a god, why do I look at it..."

The guy didn't dare to continue, but Boss Guo also thought it was strange.

The Outer Mongolian scout they caught before blew Chief Zhao into a god, and he almost couldn't describe it as a three-headed and six-armed monster.

How this.... Isn't it good?

Boss Guo is not uninformed, he has been mixing in Kanto before, and the beard over there leads the charge to be no different from this gang.

It is estimated that there will be no benefit from encountering this group of fierce and vicious Outer Mongolians.

Sure enough, the next progress was not unexpected, as the two sides strangled together after several waves of salvos from both sides, and a wave of charges ended, and the casualties ratio of both sides was visible to the naked eye.

In a wave of rushing killings, more than forty or fifty people were killed and wounded in Chief Zhao's subordinates, of course, this was also caused by the previous salvo.

The other party lost only more than 20 people.

And Boss Guo can be sure that once the charge continues, the casualty ratio will expand, because the morale and morale are constantly declining, and the movements of the hands and feet are deformed.

"Huh! Did you see that Chief Zhao? ”

Suddenly, Boss Guo, who was looking around, keenly noticed that something seemed to be wrong, and it seemed that Chief Zhao was not in this group of people.

"Boss, we didn't see the chief, but if he is the chief, he won't lead the troops to kill him personally, right?"

A guy's words reminded Boss Guo.

After thinking about it, he nodded, it is true, he is a middle-level and high-level official at the regimental level, how can he personally lead the troops to charge.

However, he was a little suspicious, this Chief Zhao was not normal, he always felt that something was wrong, and there seemed to be something missing.

What's missing?

At the same time, Zhao Ming, who was watching the battle from the rear through the telescope, couldn't help but shake his head, and casually threw the telescope to the monkey who had long wanted to see it.

"Zhao Ye! Is it a defeat at the front? ”

Wang Er asked in a whisper on the side, on this snowy day, there was a lot of fog outside, and the visibility was not high, and the naked eye could only vaguely see that the first wave of fighting had been completed in the distance, and it was not real.

But before Zhao Ming could reply, the monkey who was looking at it with a telescope on the side had already cursed.

"Damn, this battle stinks! Is this also called war? ”

The monkey's face was filled with righteous indignation, as if he was more annoyed than the group at the front.

"Zhao Ye! If you send me a word, I will bring dozens of brothers to kill me, I really can't stand it! Is this also called war? I can't even teach the fuck! ”

The monkey is eager to fight, and he looks eager to try.

It has always been Zhao Ming who led the charge before, and the monkey also wanted to perform well in front of these rookies.

Even Wang Er, Zhang He and his entourage were a little moved when they heard this, not because the monkey wanted to behave, but mainly because the front line had suffered a defeat and should have been supported.

However, Zhao Ming shook his head, "Don't worry! Wait. ”

"Wait?"

The monkey was a little disappointed, but nodded after thinking about it.

In his opinion, both sides are rookies pecking at each other, just look at the casualties.

If the Zhensong army comes to charge, the other party's casualties will at least exceed 100!

Don't doubt that if the two positions were to shoot at each other, it might take tens of thousands of people to shoot at each other for a day or two before the casualties could break 100, but this was a bloody charge battle with bayonets.

But at present, only this Zhensong army can play this kind of record, and the Outer Mongolians and herdsmen of the Chabei United Department in front of them will not be able to.