The sun was in the sky, and Qin Li led a group of rafts to drift diagonally from upstream to the opposite bank.

On the raft there was a man with a shield, a large shield that was raised to the position of the chest.

Behind the shield there is a man controlling the oars, the person with the shield squats, and the Habayashi Flying Rider with the musket holds the musket on the shield.

A series of rafts gradually approached the banks of the Tibetans, who followed the example on the banks of the river, piled up the slopes of earth, stood on the slopes, and prepared to roll down using wood and stones.

The Tibetans even made a simple catapult, which could not be driven too far, and the materials were not processed in advance.

The counterweight is used to pull the rope and throw stones, which is used to hit the Tang army in the water on the shore.

The raft team drifted past, and when it was one hundred and twenty feet away, it no longer came to the side.

The people of Tibet also held bows and crossbows and shields to see, there were not many people, and they knew from the banner that they belonged to the Yulin Flying Horse.

"Five sets of rotations, ready!" Qin Li pointed his gun at the people on the mound on the shore and ordered.

Five hundred people put the primer into the medicine trough at the same time, and one hundred people set up guns.

"The first group, let's go!" Qin Li shouted, and then pulled the trigger.

'Bang Bang! It sounded like a connected voice.

The other Yulin Flying Rider then shouted: "Second group, release!" ”

'Bang Bang! 'Another string of movements.

The Tubo people on the dirt slope are still watching, so far away, how can they beat me if they don't take the Sky Monkey?

"Oops! Something, the thigh hurts. ”

"Belly, quick shield."

"Ahh

"Squat, squat, don't show your head."

There were five hundred rounds of gunfire, and more than 40 people were shot.

Hit the eyes, the brain, the heart, and the throat, and lie down.

The man in the other parts of him was covered with pain and horror on his face.

The two sides are so far apart, what is the smoke? Gunpowder for the monkeys?

The Tibetan soldiers on the shore shrank their heads and looked at the dirt slope with their eyes exposed.

Qin Li picked up the telescope hanging on his chest, revealing a helpless expression.

The Tibetan soldiers could dodge, and if they shot arrows, they could shoot them into the sky and throw them down to hit.

The gun shoots into the sky, can the bullet fall and kill people?

The point is that I have not practiced throwing into the sky, and the bullet is not small.

Qin Li didn't understand, in fact, after the buckshot flew more than 100 meters high, it could kill people if it fell.

It's like throwing a glass ball down from a thirty-story building, and I really can't stand it when I drop my head.

Hit projectiles, five hundred guns were not enough, machine guns used methods.

"Go back, this won't work." Seeing that he couldn't take advantage, Qin Li greeted him, and the raft gradually leaned back downstream.

The Tibetan soldiers thought about it, and someone shot an arrow in that direction, and the arrow flew out for a distance and fell into the river, drifting away with the water.

Turning their heads, they looked at the dead and wounded, the people who had hit the fatal parts, some of them were not quite dead, lying there waiting.

The wounded man looked at the wound and tried to find the arrow or something, but found that nothing but blood was in sight.

The person who was shot in the stomach was sweating profusely, and vomited blood from a bullet in the lungs, and the possibility of the two obviously coming down is very low.

Tashi Kure was drinking medicine when he got the news, and Qianhu, who had been given him medicine before, also sent someone to take care of him to ask for the dregs.

He refused, and he didn't drink enough.

The thousand households on this side went out, and the wounded and dead soldiers were carried over.

The face of the person who was shot in the lungs was ugly, he was still alive and continued to vomit blood, he belonged to an open pneumothorax, and the tissues in his lungs were injured.

Even if the bullet port is blocked and the inside and outside are not allowed to pass, he will not survive, unless Li Yi personally handles it for him.

"What hurts?" When Qianhu saw the appearance of the injury, his face, which was already due to the vicissitudes of the weather, looked even darker.

The man carrying the corpse and the wounded shook his head, indicating that he did not know.

At this moment someone ran over with lead bullet in his hand, the barrel of the musket was thirteen millimeters, and the bullet was slightly smaller.

"Fu Qian, this thing, it's this, I picked it up on the ground." The person who came running showed the bullet in the palm of his hand to Chino.

Chiho pinched it with his hand and looked closely, and it felt like lead, not silver or iron.

He closed his eyes, looked at the wounded, personally pulled out the knife at his waist, went to the side of a dead man who had been shot in the heart, and shook the other person, but the other party did not respond.

He began to cut the ribs with a knife and cut out the heart, and the heart was pierced, the front was large and the back was small, and in the place behind the heart, he made several more cuts.

The others watched as he reached in and touched it, and for a moment he felt for a deformed bullet.

There was a look of fear in the eyes of the people around them, they were not afraid of death, they were worried that they would not be able to take it out after being hit by this thing.

Fortunately, the wooden feather arrow could still leave a little trace, and it was pulled out, and the barbed arrow was pulled out and the wound was treated.

Now the thing hits the stomach and cuts the stomach open to find it?

There's no way to hit the thigh, cut the leg with a big hole, stretch out your finger and pick it out?

Tashi Kure came out and clenched his fists when he saw the wounded and dead soldiers, and the bullets that had been picked up by others.

He also understands how vicious the things in his hands are, and there is no need to smear poison on the weapon, the weapon itself is enough.

"Commander, they hit us more than a hundred feet away, we don't know on the dirt slope, but we shrank our heads, they don't fight, this can't be thrown."

The soldier who was apprehensive actually analyzed the disadvantages of the musket, and the projectile requirements were too high.

"More than 100 zhang, more than 100 zhang......" Tashi Kure repeated the distance.

He thought of cavalry archery, more than a hundred zhang away, cavalry against cavalry, much more powerful than another arrow in the Tang Dynasty.

The battle could not be fought any longer, the gap in weapons was too large, and their own side was only beaten.

The stone-throwing car is well made, but the big one can hit more than 100 zhang away, but it is not accurate.

A catapult requires many people to operate, and each other has one of those weapons, and they can run with it.

"I'll write back." Tashi Kure ignored the wounded soldiers.

He turned around and went into the tent, wrote a letter to Zampu and the prime minister, and told the people behind him about the new weapons of the Tang army.

Hot air balloons flying in the sky, sky-skimming monkeys that can blow up a piece of the sky for a long time, big kites that fly against the wind with people, and explosives bags.

There are also telescopes, which say that they can see each other from a long distance, but the other party can't see each other.

Now another pea-sized buckshot weapon has been added, and the combat power of the two sides is not equal.

Yes, there have always been ships coming to Datang to deliver things recently, and it doesn't matter if they are once or twice, they can't bring too many supplies.

Sending it endlessly, what should I do? The opposite side of the baggage will not be missing.

After writing a battle report and ordering a team to send them away, Tashi Kure drank the medicine in the bowl in one gulp, feeling much better.

He came out of the tent again, and the man with a bullet in the stomach and a shot in the lungs took a weapon and ran towards the shore.

"Kill! Come on! "A few people ran and shouted, some fell, others helped pull up.

When they reached the dirt slope, they laboriously dragged a sheepskin raft down together, and on the raft, some people paddled while vomiting blood.

Before they could reach the place, the raft was overturned by the current, and several people floated away in the water.