The howling north wind certainly made it a little difficult for accurate sniping, but it also brought natural cover to Cao Lei and them, and the ears of the women, children, old and weak who were huddled in the yurt were filled with the sound of wind and snow, and they couldn't hear the distant gunshots, which had become very low. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

But after a short wait, the curtain was lifted again in the yurt closest to the lurking place, where the slain target had just come out. Cao Lei unhurriedly moved the muzzle of the gun slightly to complete the aim, three points and one line, and the doji in the scope was aimed at the curtain that was about to appear in the field of vision.

The target appeared, and Cao Lei found from the high-powered scope that it was just a child about six to seven years old! Not as tall as a wheel.

It is estimated that the child did not see his grandfather come back for a long time in the tent, so he came out to take a look. The child had fallen asleep and had not heard any gunshots outside.

"Grandpa! Grandfather! The child lay on Nazarik's corpse and cried.

Cao Lei didn't have any mercy, put the target's head in the middle of the doji, and gently pulled the trigger. A "bang" gunfire rang out in the roaring wind and snow, and the high-speed spinning bullet pierced through the snowflakes flying in the sky, and the bullet pierced into the head of the Horqin child.

The immature head burst open like a watermelon smashed on the ground, the red and white brains flew in all directions, and the little boy who was still alive just now fell like a broken rag doll.

There was a lot of movement, and the crying of the child, coupled with the sound of the gunshot, made someone in the yurt wake up.

A woman walked out, had just opened the curtain and appeared at the door of the yurt, when a whistling bullet hit the stout woman, and the bullet opened a bloody flower in her chest, and the woman's head tilted and fell in a pool of blood.

The curtain of the door was lifted again, and a middle-aged man with a bow and arrow in his hand walked out.

"Bang" A bullet drilled into the middle-aged man's abdomen, and the Mongolian looked at his stomach in disbelief, where blood was pouring out.

Although the bullet only hit the abdomen, but was hit by lead bullets, with the technology of the Korqin people, it could not be saved, the high-speed rotation of the bullet tore the stomach and intestines to shreds, the poisonous lead bullet stuck in the vertebrae, lead poison drilled into the body, and eventually the Mongol will die in pain.

Some people came out of several yurts in the vicinity one after another to see what was happening, some people ran to the corpses on the ground, some people vigilantly picked up weapons, observed the situation in the surrounding snow, and some people shouted.

Seeing that the Mongols were moving, the sharpshooters who were lying in ambush in the snow took action, and gunshots like fried beans rang out in all directions. Although the gunfire was constantly intense, it was very efficient. Most sharpshooters work in pairs, one for reloading and one for shooting, and every shot from a rifled gun equipped with a scope means that a Mongol has been shot and falls.

The camp was chaotic, with the shrill screams of women, the cries of children, and the sighs of old men, as well as the splattering of blood and brains, made it a picture of hell.

Although the young men were all dragged out by the Khan King to hunt down the Rakshasas, there were still some old and middle-aged people in the camp. Watching their women and children being shot one by one, these old Mongolian men were also aroused.

"Kill the Rakshasas!" An old Mongolian man drew his knife and shouted loudly.

Someone shouted: "Attention everyone! The Rakshasa firebolt hits far away! It's much farther than the fire gun of the Nanban Ming Dog back then! Let's rush together! Don't scatter anymore! ”

The judgment of the Mongols was not wrong, the killer guns in the dark night were not very dense, the range was long and the shooting was very accurate, to deal with such an enemy, it was necessary to charge in a group, if they went up one by one, they could only be shot by people halfway, and only by charging together could they destroy those hateful enemies.

"The enemy is coming!" Cao Lei took out the fireworks rocket, lit it and launched it into the sky.

"Pop", a brilliant firework explodes in the air.

"The Tartars are coming! Evacuate! Seeing the fireworks in the sky, the sharpshooters who were lying in ambush nearby stood up and retreated in the direction of the sled.

Cao Lei ran at the end, and there were no bullets in the rifled gun, and it was too late to load. Behind him there were large groups of Mongols desperately in pursuit, in front of them there were sleds to meet them, and twenty powerful sub-mother cannons to cover him. It's just that in the dark, the sub-mother gunners can't see the enemy clearly. But it doesn't matter, Cao Lei is carrying a fierce fire oil rocket on his back, which can illuminate the target for the gunners.

"Bang bang bang" several rifled gunners who had not yet fired shots fired sporadically, and with each shot, one of the Mongols who was chasing him was shot and fell.

Cao Lei ran a few steps and saw a big rock in the snow, so he took off the fierce fire oil rocket from his back. He placed the rocket on the rock, pulled out a box of matches, lit the torch, and then pointed the torch at the fuse of the rocket, and then quickly ran away.

The fuse "swish" was quickly shortened, and after about five seconds, the fuse was completely shortened into the rocket, only a "whoosh" sound was heard, and a tongue of fire erupted from the tail of the rocket, which flew out more than a hundred steps and fell to the ground, and the black huo medicine filled in the rocket exploded, igniting the fierce fire oil, and burned a bonfire on the ground, and the pursuing Mongols were immediately illuminated by the firelight.

"The Tartars are over there!" A cannon pointed in the direction of the Mongols and shouted.

"Boom" a sub-cannon fired a cannonball, and a solid cannonball crashed into the dense crowd of Mongols. Although the solid shell did not bounce on the snow, the Mongols charged intensively, and the shell smashed into the crowd almost in a straight line, taking several lives in one fell swoop.

Immediately after that, another sub-mother cannon erupted in flames, and the cannonball smashed a gap in the crowd of Korqin people.

Several sub-cannons opened fire one after another, and at the end of one round of shooting, the Mongols were full of flesh and blood.

"Bang bang bang" Sixty Rakshasa muskets fired, and a row of dazzling blood mist sprayed in the crowd of Horqin Mongols who were chasing after them.

The rifled gunners were already on the sleigh, the men in charge of the chariots waved their whips, and the Donhippos spread their hooves and began to run in the snow. Cao Lei, who was running at the end, ran towards the sleigh waiting for him, and the Mongols behind him caught up, and rows of feathered arrows flew into the sky and fell on the snow behind him.

The Mongols who stayed in the tribe were old and weak, and the feather arrows they shot were weak and weak, and the feathered arrows shot by the Mongols were crooked and twisted, not to mention that they were not accurate at all, and they were not even strong enough.

The arrows fell on the snow fifty steps behind Cao Lei, scattered all over the snow.

Several old Mongolian men rode up and caught up. At this moment, several more gunshots rang out, and the old Mongolian men fell off their horses one after another.

Cao Lei had already gotten on the sled, and the soldier who drove the car flicked his whip, and the two horses of the Don River pulled the sled and began to walk.

The weight of the three people on the sled, plus the weight of the armor, the weight of the sled itself, the weight of ammunition, plus the weight of grain, grass, meat and various booty, the weight of the sled is more than a thousand catties. Such a heavy sleigh is naturally very slow when it starts, and the Don hippopotamus is not a pull horse such as a heavy horse like a Vladimir, but a simple war horse, and before the speed of the sled increases, pulling such a heavy object will naturally accelerate very slowly.

Cao Lei's sled speed had not yet increased, and the Mongolians chasing after him had already rushed within thirty paces.

"Drive!" The Ming sergeant who drove the cart waved a long whip, and the whip hit the buttocks of the two horses, and the Don River pulled the heavy sleigh and slowly rose up.

"Whoosh" rows of feathered arrows were shot down in the snow. However, it looks spectacular, but it has almost no threat, no strength, and most of the feathered arrows that are not accurate are stuck in the snow in front of and behind the sled, and occasionally a few feathered arrows hit the sled, which are also blocked by the baffle.

Cao Lei's deputy Guo Kang took out a grenade, pulled the string, and threw the grenade with all his might.

"Boom" A fire rose on the snow, and an old Mongolian man who was riding a horse to chase after him fell off his horse.

Cao Lei also took out the latest rear-loading firing needle-type Thunderbolt short gun, aimed at the Mongolians who were chasing up thirty paces away, and pulled the trigger again and again, and the muzzle of the gun continuously spewed fire, and one after another the Mongols fell off their horses one after another.

Guo Kang took out his old-fashioned front-mounted Thunderbolt and aimed it at the Mongols who were within ten paces of each other. His old-fashioned Thunderbolt has too close a range, and the accuracy is very poor when the distance is long, and to accurately hit the target, it can only be effective by putting the target within 20 steps and firing.

However, the lightning bolt of close-range shooting was still quite powerful, Guo Kang fired six shots in a row, only two bullets missed, and four Mongolian soldiers were shot and fell off their horses.

Both of them have finished their Thunderbolt shots, whether it is a new Thunderbolt or an old-fashioned Thunderbolt Bolt, although they can fire six bullets in a row, but it is very troublesome to reload. The two of them could only take out a Rakshasa musket and two double-barreled short guns from the Ming soldiers who were driving the car, and continued to shoot.

The gunshots of the "bang bang bang" support rang out in time, and the Mongols who were about to catch up with Cao Lei spewed blood mist one after another, and fell off their horses one after another.

Another Mongol had already rushed to a distance of only ten paces from the sleigh, and this Mongol was about to shoot an arrow with his bow drawn. At this time, Cao Lei and Guo Kang had no bullets to use. At this critical juncture, Cao Lei took out a grenade and pulled off the string; Guo Kang picked up his shield and blocked the feathered arrows that were fired.

Cao Lei raised his hand and threw out a grenade, and a ball of fire exploded around the Mongolian cavalry, and the war horse let out a long roar, tearing the Mongols off their horses.

The Mongols fell off their horses, their feet in the horses' pedals did not let go, and the war horses wounded by the shrapnel of the grenades ran in pain, and the Mongols were dragged by the horses all the way and dragged to death.

The speed of the Don hippopotamus finally increased, and it distanced itself from the Mongols.

Gunshots rang out one after another, and among the snowflakes flying in the sky, blood red bloomed one after another, and the chasing Horqin Mongols landed one after another. (To be continued.) )