The muzzle of the Crouching Tiger Cannon spurted out a stream of thick white smoke, and "at the door" - a stone bullet flew out with a roar.
This tiger squatting cannon is two feet long and weighs thirty-six kilograms. It is made of wrought iron. It uses seven taels of gunpowder and fires more than a dozen lead bullets weighing six cents. In order to prevent "small bullets but big mouth" from "scattering"
"Weak", then use big lead pieces or rocks weighing thirty taels to "slowly build" the muzzle. The range is about more than three hundred meters when converted into metric system. This is Mr. Yang's biggest reliance. In addition to this
Menhu squatted with cannons, and Mr. Yang Qian also had a dozen muskets and dozens of bows and arrows in his hand, but these things had little power if they were not within a hundred steps.
The Tiger Crouching Cannon is mostly used to fire shotshells at close range to kill group enemies. However, the Kun Thief is still almost 500 steps (about 300 meters) away from here, and the fired shotshells cannot reach that far, so this
A shot can only have a killing effect by hitting the furthest target.
Ye Canming watched a stone emitting white smoke rolling in the air and smashing down in the direction of the team. For a moment, his heart was in his throat - no matter how many times he fought, the moment the cannonball flew over was still shocking.
He was shivering all over. A cannonball passed through the formation. Needless to say it was hit directly. If it was hit, the tendons and bones would be broken. The worst outcome would be missing arms and legs.
The stone bullet landed in the bushes more than ten meters away from him. There was a roar, grass blades and soil flew everywhere, and the shell bounced on the ground again before stopping unwillingly.
Groups of regiments surged out of the woods like a dirty flood. Some of them wore helmets and armor and held standard waist knives. Some of them were dressed as horse racing and were dressed in bunting, but there were more.
The people were just wearing ordinary coarse cloth clothes, and some were temporarily sewn "fat jackets" - a kind of simple cotton armor. They were holding rough swords and spears. Looking from the queue of the Fubo Army, the regiment members were completely unorganized, but it was obvious that
,many people.
"Class 7 and Class 8, form two horizontal lines and stand at attention facing the enemy!" Li Gangsheng calmly issued the second command.
The regiment members rushed closer and closer, and they were already less than 200 meters away. They could see that there were several people behind them carrying a squatting tiger cannon on a lift.
"Squad 7 destroys the artillery!"
Squadron 7 immediately stopped and opened fire. The sparse sound of gunfire echoed on the hillside.
To hit a fast-moving artillery group at this distance, the firepower density of a squadron is obviously insufficient. From the telescope, you can see that some of the people carrying the artillery staggered and fell, but someone else came to take over immediately, and they were still moving towards
Run over here.
"Quickly, run into the woods!" Yang Jiao waved his short halberd, and the wrapped match rope was burning hissingly. The lead bullets kept passing around, breaking branches and knocking away vegetation. Occasionally, a group of brave men appeared.
He fell down with an ouch.
The thief was firing at him with a blunderbuss. If he stopped, he would be seeking death. The only way he could survive was if the thief couldn't see him.
"Mom, you can run faster than a rabbit!" Li Shenggang couldn't help but cursed when he saw the artillery crew running away regardless of life and death. However, seeing the enemy fleeing into the woods, it was useless to continue shooting.
"Squad 7, stop shooting!" He gave the next command, "Squad 9, form a line and prepare to drop bombs!" Ten soldiers from Squad 9 shouldered their rifles, took out a black powder grenade, and stood in the seventh squad in a ready posture for bombing.
In the rear of the Eighth Squadron, they did not participate in shooting, but served as a reserve team for hand-to-hand combat after the bombs were dropped, and joined the battle according to the situation.
"Get ready to fight!" Li Shenggang shouted.
The waiting time seemed as long as a century. Yang Jiao hid in the woods with his cannon and quietly advanced to a place about 300 steps away from Fu Bo's army.
"Quickly, reload!" Yang Jiao lowered his voice and ordered, "Use iron bullets as a door!"
Several gunners had fled from Zhaoqing together, and they loaded the shells in a decent manner. They reloaded the shells in a short time. Outside, there was a roar of gunfire, and the sound of firecrackers fired one after another.
It's no use being so far away! Yang Jiao cursed secretly - even though he often couldn't help but fire in advance when he went into battle.
In the distance, the bandits were already in formation on the hillside. Yang Jiao took aim at them for a long time before firing his cannon.
With a bang, Li Shenggang saw a puff of white smoke coming out of the small woods, and screamed secretly. The lead bullets crackled like a heavy rain. Fortunately, the power of the squatting tiger cannon was very small, and the projectiles were distributed very well after being fired.
It's so big that many projectiles flew to nowhere.
Two people in the seventh squad at the front were hit by small lead bullets, their heads were bruised and bleeding, and they immediately fell down. The most lethal large iron bullet passed through the queue and killed a soldier on the spot. It hit hard.
On the muddy ground behind the queue, he rolled a few times.
The entire team stood motionless, which was the result of years of training.
"Class 7, aim!" He issued the next command, and the ten rifles were leveled, and the black muzzles were pointed at the swarming regiment.
The panicked regiment members started shooting. They had already rushed to more than 100 meters. The ten muskets and dozens of bows and arrows held by the regiment members were all shot out. However, neither the muskets nor the bows and arrows were accurate at this distance.
The regiment members didn't know how to aim and fire volleys at all. They just shot in a general direction. The warheads filled in the firecrackers were also all kinds of strange, including lead bullets, iron sand, and even small stones. Not surprisingly, all the firecrackers were filled with bullets.
The shot missed. Only one Fubo soldier was hit by a lead bullet and fell to the ground. The flying arrows had no power at a distance of more than a hundred meters. The archers were still drawing their bows to shoot, but only in the third round of shooting.
, only one feather arrow wounded a soldier in the thigh. At this time, the fire gunners had not even finished loading, and the regiment members had already rushed to a place less than a hundred meters away from the military formation.
"Attention Class 7, prepare - fire!" the shooting command was given, ten Mini rifles sprayed out a stream of white smoke, and the crisp salvo echoed in the mountains...
The power of the standard rifle cannot be compared with the firecrackers that the regiment members are familiar with. The first round of salvo made the regiment's charging team suddenly stagnant. At this distance, the Mini rifle almost missed the bullets. The regiment members who were charging at the front were
The people who were almost wiped out and killed on the spot were the lucky ones. The most miserable ones were those who were hit by lead bullets in the torso or limbs, but were not fatally injured for a while. They groaned loudly, rolling and squirming on the ground,
The fierce screams made the regiment members' momentum falter, and some of the more lively regiment members began to slow down their pace. Only a dozen fierce regiment members still rushed towards the military formation without slowing down.
"Squad 8, aim and fire!" Faced with the enemy charging again, Li Gangsheng showed a cruel smile. "The bravest will die first." He gritted his teeth and gave the shooting command again, because the distance between the two armies was no longer close enough.
Fifty meters away, the effect of this volley was even better than last time. The regiment members who rushed to the front were killed in rows. More than half of them were enemies wearing Ming army armor. These were definitely the most capable members of the regiment.
Personally, the next hand-to-hand fight became much easier. Li Gangsheng could see a regiment member who was hit directly in front. He was wearing a full set of armor, and a lead bullet directly shattered his protective goggles, causing him to
There was a big gash in his torso and blood was flowing out.
The successive volleys frightened the oncoming regiments. Many of the strongest group had been killed. The regiments who were still rushing in front began to hesitate and slowed down. The regiments behind them were urged by General Yang Qian.
Noisily pushing and shoving the crowd in front, the group fell into chaos for the first time.
"Class 9, grenade throw, prepare - throw!" Following Li Gangsheng's command, the soldiers of Class 9 fired grenades together and threw them at the regiment members more than 20 meters away.
"Boom, boom, boom!" The power of the explosion of the compressed-charge cylindrical black powder grenade is no less than that of modern grenades used in later generations, and its performance is much better than the "made in the border area" used by the Eighth Route Army. The regiment members immediately flew into pieces.
, the impact of this bomb drop even exceeded the sum of the previous two salvoes.
"Everyone is here, charge!" Li Gangsheng gave the last command. He didn't even think about reloading. It was the right way to defeat the regiment while they were in chaos. He raised his command knife, and the entire infantry platoon roared in unison, "Kill!"
", like a tiger, it pounced on the panicked enemy. The charging road was already a mess, with flying flesh and broken limbs everywhere. The distance of twenty meters was reached in an instant, and there was a sound of bayonets piercing into the flesh.
The sound of cracking bones was immediately heard.
Hand-to-hand combat is a skill that Fubo Army has practiced hard for many years. Although there are technological cheats of time travellers, due to many reasons such as craftsmanship and raw materials, individual assault rifles, such as the m-16, can completely eliminate hand-to-hand combat.
Weapons such as AK-47 and FN-FAL are far from being produced by Lingao on its own. In the history of old time and space, even during World War II and the War to Resist U.S. Aggression and Aid Korea in the 1950s, all warring parties had large-scale
hand-to-hand combat records, not to mention the Fubo Army who used front-loaded rifled rifles. The Fubo Army's opponents, whether they were the Ming Dynasty, Jiannu or European colonists, all regarded hand-to-hand combat as an important or even main means of combat. Therefore,
Fubo's army's efforts in hand-to-hand combat are unimaginable to ordinary people.
For traditional spearman training, the skills of exerting force and withdrawing force are to be passed down from generation to generation without being shown to others, and even the most elite servants and soldiers of the Ming army can only do five
Exercise once a day or once every ten days, eat and drink enough, and be able to skillfully master the advance and retreat coordination of the battle formation. It is still far from the Fubo Army's scientific training and strict regulatory requirements. According to the infantry training outline of the General Staff, every day
Each infantryman must undergo 2 hours of physical training and more than 1 hour of hand-to-hand training every day. It may be slightly inferior to the regular army of later generations, but it is already inferior compared to other armies of this era.
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