As dusk approached, the sky became darker and darker, and the returning cavalry appeared like ghosts. They were widely spread out, and there were only a few people. More than thirty cavalry entered the range of the artillery, about 2,000 meters away from Huangtugang, and they were still slow.
They approached Li Ziying's position as if they were walking around on horseback. They behaved very bravely and arrogantly. They made standing movements on horseback, as if they were telling the enemies on the slope that they were the bravest warriors of the Hui people.
Fu Guozhong couldn't hold it any longer. The charge just now seemed to be unsatisfactory, and he said impatiently: "Master Li, let me lead a small team to charge. I guarantee that I can kill most of the enemies."
Li Guolou put down the telescope, shook his head and said: "There is no need to fight with the enemy. There are sharpshooters and good guns here. We won't win half the battle."
"Master Li, let me have a good time and fire a volley to let them know how powerful we are." Fan Ye, who is in charge of howitzers and mortars, is eager to try. He didn't have the chance to fire just now. Now this distance is just right for him.
The cannon exerts its power.
"Okay! Twenty cannons fire a salvo, and I will use the tiger to swat the flies. Killing five enemies will count as your meritorious service." Li Guolou nodded and agreed to waste some cannonballs. Now he can still target the enemy. At night, the cannons can only be used blindly.
If it is shot, the lethality will be greatly reduced.
"Yes! My target is more than half. Hahahaha!" Fan Ye happily pulled the armed belt around his waist with his hands and ran quickly towards the artillery position.
In a moment, there was a roar on the loess hill, twenty artillery pieces raised a burst of fire, and twenty cannonballs of different sizes flew into the sky.
The returning cavalrymen fled in all directions. They were no longer as arrogant as before. They whipped their horses hard with their whips, trying to get the frightened and frantic horses under their crotches to quickly leave the range of the artillery.
Harian Hu, the commander-in-chief of the returning army, looked at people with old eyes and believed that there would be no danger in sending more than 30 rangers. He often did this in the past. The artillery of the Qing army would not fire on scattered rangers. This was a matter of common sense, and
Many armies of the Qing Dynasty had fought, and there was no mistake. But this time Harian Hu was wrong, because Li Ziying had no shortage of artillery shells, and the twenty artillery shells hit the returning cavalry who were fleeing in all directions.
Fan Ye has already been proficient in using Li Ziying's various artillery pieces. He still admires Li Guolou for his skill in dancing and his ability to collect the best artillery in Prussia. Read the full text of the book. But on the surface, he seems to be a cannon with both good and bad qualities.
Likewise, these cannons are no different from the Franchise cannons he used in the past. He yelled at his subordinates: "Fire!"
Before he finished speaking, he saw artillery shells shooting toward the enemy three thousand meters away with a roaring sound. He couldn't help but stop talking and looked at the sky, his Adam's apple rolling up and down rapidly.
The observers of the various artillery pieces not far from him were even more nervous, anxiously waiting for the effect of the cannonballs landing. Watching the cannonballs whizzing past in the sky, they shouted, "Ancestors bless you."
The hammer hit the ground, causing the earth to tremble, and cannonballs fell from the sky. The shock caused by the heavy cannonballs seemed to break people's hearts and lungs.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The cannonball exploded, forming a shock wave, mixed with broken iron pieces, and sharp blades, flying around in all directions. Even these returning knights wearing heavy armor were hit with blood spurting out. What's more, except for one of them
A sheepskin coat has no other merits.
Some shrapnel pierced the body of the war horse at close range, and many large and small shrapnel were deeply inserted. The war horse was frightened and went crazy under the pain, jumping randomly. It fell to the ground with a fierce charge, and the returning cavalry above was thrown away.
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"Okay..." The three thousand soldiers on the loess hill shouted noisily.
Fan Ye looked at Xun Xi, another artillery officer, while laughing. More than half of the enemy was dead and wounded, and the front was clear again. He was the one to watch next. The long-distance Krupp cannon could only be used as an obstacle to resist the impact of the cavalry.
Li Ziying taught Harian Hu another lesson. It turns out that even a loose formation will be wrathed by thunder. Seeing a dozen rangers escaping back in embarrassment, Harian Hu was furious. He was originally a hot-tempered person, but now he is even more angry.
As if they were about to eat people, they roared: "Asshole! The braided army Li Ziying's artillery is sharp, we must not let this
An army exists, no matter how high the cost, these artillery must be destroyed. Now eat, feed the horses, and when it gets dark, touch them and level the loess hills. The bugle is blowing at the hour of Hai, and when the time comes, there will be a fierce attack from three sides. Yang Dawazi,
Your 1,300 men will mainly attack the east. If anyone dares to preserve their strength, my grandma will chop off his head."
"Yes, I have wanted to avenge my brothers for a long time." Yang Dawazi shouted without hesitation, with a look of anger as he accepted the latest military order. When he turned around and faced the darkness, he turned into a sly smile,
Only his two living and dead brothers knew the meaning of this expression.
In Hemingtang, Mu San couldn't help but cast his gaze to the grove next to him. General An Jie was lying there and resting. That head was valuable and he had been wanted by the government for a long time. Let's take care of An Jie's body first. This man was worth tens of millions of dollars.
Unable to die, the "Three Taoyuan Brothers" will rely on "Swordsman" An Jie to open the door to survival in the future.
Sporadic gunshots were heard from the surrounding positions, and gunpowder smoke lingered in the air for a long time. Sentinel Ma Daquanzi sat in a pit in this temporarily safe position, making difficult self-adjustments. Soldiers who had killed people followed.
A soldier who has never killed anyone has many different things in his heart. After enduring the suffering of human nature, he has transformed from a new recruit to a mature man in actual combat.
Next to Ma Daquan sat his good friend Youhulu. The two came to Li Guolou's house to apply for a job on the same day, and they were now sitting in the same tunnel.
Youhuulu used to be just a small figure in the capital. Relying on his superior status as a Manchu, he registered a vacant spot in the Ministry of Rites and waited for God to give him a chance. Later, it was finally the Ministry of Rites' turn to assign him and seven others to the third-rank official position.
Eight sedan bearers, he could be the bearer of Li Guolou. He thought he could make a living, but he didn't expect Li Guolou to be a bearer.
The Guolou did not need bearers. But he and the other seven strong men with broad shoulders and waists were not willing to give up the opportunity to eat the royal food. Later, he became a geshiha in Li Guolou.
While studying, I also learned military skills, got rid of some old habits, and set high standards for myself as a personal guard.
Because he had been practicing martial arts on horseback since he was a child, he was very fast and quickly stood out from a group of newcomers.
Youhuulu's battlefield career started as a sentry. In the past, standing sentry during training may have been commonplace, but when he actually arrived at the front line, he felt completely different.
It was the first time I was standing guard for the first time. I was very nervous at this time. The bullets were loaded, the safety guards were turned on, and I was ready to fire at any time. The night was approaching and the sky was getting darker. I nervously stared at the movement down the hillside and returned to the army.
The cavalry has not moved yet. Read the full text of "The Uncrowned Evil Emperor from Another World." The first sentry on the battlefield spent his time in this nervous excitement and a little bit of fear. His hands kept leaving the butt of the gun, wiping the sweat from his palms on his sleeves.
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Ma Da Kuozi consoled him: "Don't be afraid, Youhuulu. You see, I survived even as a ranger and walked around under the enemy's nose. The enemy has no cannons and those guns are old. We don't have to be afraid. Just aim and shoot."
, don’t be afraid if you rush forward, we still have thrust guns, and we have the advantage in hand-to-hand combat, I will protect you.”
Ma Daguozi later participated in the patrol tour and saw the enemy for the first time in his life. He stood in the distance and looked at each other alive. Hu Yinshan, the captain of the team just now, asked him to come back to deliver the news, and then went to inspect the location of the returning cavalry.
Under the leadership of Xiao Shitou, he fought with the returning army sentries with live ammunition. There were constant gunshots and explosions around him, as if the enemy was about to kill him and the danger was imminent, but he still came back alive.
Youhulu comforted himself and said: "For the reunification of the motherland, it is worth dying in the Great Northwest. For the Emperor, the Queen Mother, the honor of the ancestors, and for Mr. Li, I am not afraid of death. Who is covering Ma Da's crotch?"
Who it is, I still don’t know, but it’s nothing to do a two-day tour.”
"Well, don't panic. Look carefully before you shoot. The moon has risen and the rebels are about to rush forward." Ma Daquan pulled the bolt of the gun and tried to open his eyes wide, looking at the loess slope with the faint moonlight. He saw another
In the pit, two Mongolians waved to him with their big-faced faces, and Ma Dashi raised his thrusting spear above his head. He relied on this guy to make great achievements.
The shadows of the trees were whirling, and the real grass and trees were surrounded by soldiers. This was not because of fear, but because the nerves were highly tense. The lives of the comrades behind them depended on the care of the sentries. A human head was vaguely visible on the surrounding slopes. This was the first battlefield experience of a group of recruits.
, up to this point, they may not be able to face death like Li Yunqiao, and they have not smelled the smell of blood at close range, but they have finally arrived at the battlefield.
What we are facing is the dark night, loneliness and unpredictable dangers. But it is so real, on the bloody battlefield, the kind of soldiers, the kind of jitters, nervousness and fear, it makes people fearful, and one has to admire Li Guolou for coming to the battlefield in person
courage.
When visiting the battlefield in person, talents will feel insignificant, like a small boat in the vast sea, which can only drift with the tide. Commanders are not omnipotent. Those who fight on the battlefield are the soldiers at every point who play a role. And Li Guolou can only remain silent.
sit quietly
Inside the carriage, I looked at the simple map, a hand-drawn combat map that contained many contents, including the deployment of personnel in each direction, the location of each artillery piece, where were the cavalry? The five reserve teams,
Where to place it?
The 3,000 men under his command are not elite soldiers who have fought through hundreds of battles, otherwise they would not be waiting for reinforcements. Li Guolou abandoned his unrealistic fantasies, walked out of the carriage and stepped on the snow-covered loess slopes. Elite soldiers are made by fighting, and training is just a kind of training.
The means and effectiveness can be tested through actual combat.
An injured ranger sat on the ground, and the blood flowing from the wound stained the gauze on his body red. There was still a childlike look on his face. When he was accompanying the army as a guard of "Cai Mao Tang", Hu Xiaohua was full of longing for the future.
However, this unexpected disability caused him to spend the rest of his life with disability.
His body was struggling with the pain. The ranger's eyes were full of pain, and he gritted his teeth to prevent himself from screaming. It was both physical and more psychological. His dream of being a soldier was over.
Fan Dahui had two revolvers on his waist. He approached the wounded man and said in a loud voice: "Xiao Hu is not bad. He has not said a word until now. He is a good man. If one arm is useless, it will be a ball. From now on, he will use revolvers."
, you can still kill the enemy. From now on, follow me and be my Goshiha."
Hu Yangyue, the owner of "Cai Mao Tang", was extremely dissatisfied and said: "Master Fan, Xiao Yang is mine. I didn't say I wouldn't support him. I also want to reward him with a wife. Do you have one?"
"Hehe! I also want Mr. Li to reward my wife. I don't have any extra for him." Fan Dahui kept his humorous nature and made the people around him laugh. Although it was just a joke, it made the people around him laugh.
feel warm.
The commander was not afraid of death, so he was always there to boost morale and empower every soldier. This passionate impact transformed these timid and cowardly civilians into warriors who dared to kill.
Every officer tried his best to boost the morale of his team, and the trickles converged into a big river. Everyone in Li Ziying became a soldier. They had no distinction between officers and soldiers and civilians, they were united and twisted into a rope.
, coiling the loess ridge into long ropes, like rings one after another, to strangle the enemy's neck and kill them at any time.