Zhang Zhun specifically aimed at these white-armored soldiers to shoot, in fact, there was a reason.

In the somewhat barren wilderness of autumn, the background is dark gray, and the figure of the white-armored soldier is very easy to identify in this background. In addition, the bodies of white-armored soldiers are generally relatively tall. In the era of cold weapons, a tall body often means great strength. Only with enough strength can it be possible to become a good fighter. The white-armored soldiers are all excellent warriors, and their bodies are naturally not thin. Since the body is tall, it is of course easier to hit when shooting, "Bang!" ”

Zhang Zhun raised his hand and shot again.

Unfortunately, this time it was a shortshot.

There is no way, what Zhang Zhun used was not a professional sniper rifle in later generations, just an ordinary rifled gun. Rifled guns are artificially made, and they are used in such rotations, and it is very difficult to ensure that the guns hit. The accuracy and error of some tiger guns are still relatively large.

"Bang!"

However, Zhang Zhun was not discouraged and continued to shoot.

Once again, a white-armored soldier fell to the ground.

"Seventeen!"

"It's still a white-armored soldier!"

Zhang Lingyun continued to count.

On Zhang Zhun's side, there were three fighters who specially loaded him with ammunition. From time to time, Zhang Lingyun will also join in the fun occasionally. As a result, Zhang Zhun almost never stopped firing. Before he knew it, there were already seventeen enemies who fell under Zhang Zhun's gun. There are quite a few of them, the most elite white-armored soldiers of the Tartars.

It is the first time for many new fighters to see Zhang Zhun's magical marksmanship. They had heard the old soldier talk about how amazing the captain's marksmanship was, but they had never seen it with their own eyes. In my heart, I can't help but have some suspicions, and I always feel that it may be boasting. Now, they're finally seeing it with their own eyes. Zhang Zhun didn't need to aim at all, raising his hand was a shot, basically a gun hit, which was really amazing. You know, that's 60 zhang away! Standing on the wall of Aoshan City, looking at the tartar sixty zhang away, it is actually a pea-sized shadow.

"God."

"The captain is too godly."

"The captain is so godly."

A number of warriors gathered behind the walls, whispering to themselves.

Because the distance of the Tartars is so far, their shooting is basically blind, maybe ten shots, but they can't hit the target once. If you are lucky, it is definitely God's favor, not personal ability. Especially those new fighters from Xiahezhai and Lingshanwei, they haven't been in the escort team for long. They have no idea of accuracy other than the most basic shooting moves.

Now, Zhang Zhun has taught them the most vivid lesson through his magical marksmanship. How lethal would a truly skilled musketeer be? Zhang Zhun's action just now has been perfectly interpreted. In their opinion, I am afraid that Zhang Zhun alone will be able to block a group of Tartars. Such power is really too enviable. Almost every fighter is eager to have half the shooting level of Zhang Zhun.

Even the members of the sniper squad have to admire Zhang Zhun's marksmanship. What they admired most was not Zhang Zhun's hit rate, but Zhang Zhun's shooting posture. Raising your hand is a shot, and you don't need to aim carefully at all. Obviously, it's all about personal feeling. What kind of training does it have to be to get such a magical feeling! Before you know it, the snipers have a higher goal.

Compared to the surprise and envy on the side of the guards, the situation on the side of the Tartars is a little worse. The Tartars who rushed up obviously did not expect that they would still be hit at such a distance. As a result, they generally do not take any evasive measures. In fact, they don't know what to dodge either. As a result, even if elite white-armored soldiers were hit in a row, they did not have the slightest solution.

What the? Creeping forward? In the battles of this era, there is no such concept at all, okay? Before the advent of breech guns, all armies fought standing up. Because, if you lie down, you won't be able to reload the weapon. In the same way, if they lie down, the Tartar will not be able to shoot arrows, let alone quickly approach the city wall.

"Whoosh!"

Of course, in the face of the magical counterattack of the defenders, the Tartars were also unwilling. Some of the Tartars, at great distances, shot their arrows. It's a pity that the arrows of the Tartars cannot have the range of the Tiger Ben. The arrows they shot had to fall from mid-air after flying a distance of about thirty feet.

Fifty zhang ...... Forty-five zhang ...... The Tartars were advancing at a fast pace, getting closer and closer to the walls.

"Bang!"

Ma Yi and other snipers pulled the trigger one after another.

Two white-armored soldiers and four red-armored soldiers fell almost simultaneously.

At a distance of sixty zhang, their hit rate was obviously inferior to Zhang Zhun. Therefore, they basically did not shoot at all, so as not to waste ammunition. However, within fifty zhang, they are still fifty percent sure. Fifty percent sure, that is, basically two shots can destroy an enemy. If you shoot continuously, the effect is also quite impressive.

"Kill two more white-armored soldiers!"

Zhang Lingyun shouted excitedly.

The Ming army knew that the white-armored soldiers were the elite of the Tartars, and the more white-armored soldiers were killed, the weaker the combat effectiveness of the Tartars. If all the white-armored soldiers of the Tartars are killed, the morale of the Tartars, as well as their combat effectiveness, will suffer a heavy blow. The weaker the combat effectiveness of the Tartars, the lower the morale, and the greater the chances of victory for the escort.

"Bang bang bang!"

With the sound of gunshots, Tartars continued to fall. Since the white-armored and red-armored soldiers of the Tartars are the most recognizable, they are also the ones who are killed the most. It used to be possible to see a lot of white-armored soldiers at a glance, but now I can't see them. The surviving white-armored soldiers all subconsciously hid behind the other Tartars.

Originally, the number of white-armored soldiers was not very large, but they were killed by Zhang Zhun and snipers in a row, and the number naturally decreased rapidly. At the same time, the large number of these white-armored soldiers was shot, which also caused panic among the other Tartars, who couldn't help but slow down their pace, for fear of suffering the fate of being shot and killed in the same way. When Shu Bulu found out, he was even more surprised.

God, the power of the firearms of the defenders of Aoshan City is really terrifying. At such a distance, he can accurately kill the most elite white-armored soldiers under his command! Shu Bulu made a rough count and found that half of the white-armored soldiers under his command were missing!

"How is that possible?"

Shuburu was going crazy.

The loss of half of the white-armored soldiers is equivalent to the loss of half of the combat effectiveness!

The siege battle has not yet begun, and the losses are so heavy, how will the future battles be carried out? Shubru couldn't help but regret his decision a little. I knew that I would suffer such a heavy loss, so it was better to stay on Tianheng Island and not come out to provoke Aoshan City. What kind of evil weapons does this Aoshan City have? How powerful is it?

"Poof!"

Suddenly, beside Shubru, a white-armored soldier fell to the ground, twisted on the ground, and was silent. Shubru hurried over, knelt beside him, and carefully examined his wounds. He wanted to take a closer look at what kind of artifact the fire gun of the defenders of Aoshan City was, it was so magical, so incredible, and so incredible.

As a result, he was shocked to find that the armor, leather jacket, and silk underwear of this white-armored soldier had all been pierced, and bullets had penetrated through his chest. The wound is not very large, it is the size of a finger. However, this fierce white-armored soldier was no longer breathing. There were no other wounds on his body. Obviously, he was killed by this small wound.

Shubru knew the white-armored soldier. This was one of the most courageous warriors under his command, and he once followed him to Liaodong, Korea, Mongolia and other places. At the time of the Battle of Salhu, there was him. When attacking Shenyang, there was him. When attacking Liaoyang, there was him. When attacking Jinzhou, there was him. When attacking the Mongol Lindan Khan, there was him. When attacking the capital of the Korean Kingdom, there was him. Every time, this white-armored soldier took the lead, fought bravely to kill the enemy, and made great achievements.

His archery skills and hand-to-hand combat skills are quite excellent, even compared to the madman of Aobai, he is not much better. As long as the opponent is within range of the bow and arrow, he can easily deal with the opponent. He is also good at arrows, and can shoot multiple arrows in a row in a very short time, inflicting heavy damage on the enemy. If he fought face-to-face with the Ming army, even dozens or even hundreds of Ming soldiers would not be his opponent.

After Shubru and they occupied Tianheng Island, the Ming army tried to encircle them. Shubulu led his army to meet the battle. As a result, in the battle, this white-armored soldier used a series of arrows to shoot and kill seven Ming troops in the blink of an eye, completely intimidating the generals of the Ming army and inflicting the most serious blow on the morale of the Ming army. Together with the Ming troops he shot in other battles, there were at least a hundred.

However, right here, almost sixty zhang away from Aoshan City, he was actually killed by the Ming army's firearms. His magical archery skills and brave hand-to-hand kung fu have no chance to play at all. Moreover, he was only shot by the Ming army.

One shot kills.

Oh my God, what kind of madman is the Ming army in Aoshan City?

For the Ming army's firearms, Shuburu has always despised them. The Ming army fighting in the eastern Liaodong region, such as the Guanning Iron Cavalry, also used a large number of firearms such as the Three-Eyed Gun and the Thunderbolt Gun. However, the Dajin army never flinched in the face of the firearms of the Ming army. The range of the Ming army's firearms was too short, and it was not as practical as the bows and arrows of the Dajin army. When they were in Liaodong, the Ming army and the Dajin army fought face to face, and thousands of Ming troops shot together, and the gunfire shook the sky, and few people in the Dajin army fell. On the contrary, the Dajin army was a dense rain of arrows, and the Ming army on the opposite side had to fall at least one piece.

(To be continued)