(0697) Mao Wenlong suddenly fell into deep hesitation. [No pop-up novel network]

To be honest, he absolutely did not believe that Xu Xingxia had the ability to deal with thousands of Tartars. He has been fighting and living in the eastern Liaodong region for a long time, and he doesn't know much about the White Army. He had fought against the Jurchen Tartars, and he knew deeply how powerful those Jurchen Tartars were. In Mao Wenlong's opinion, there is no more terrible enemy in the world than the Jurchen Tartars.

These guys who came out of the deep mountains and old forests are simply crazy, and they are completely fearless of death on the battlefield. The Ming army fought to be worthy of their salary, and also to save their own lives. And the Jurchen Tartars are completely enjoying the war. They don't take combat seriously at all. Often a Jurchen Tartar can drive a dozen, or even dozens of Ming troops, into a dog.

In the previous battle, tens of thousands of Ming troops could not withstand thousands of Jurchen Tatar assaults. The Ming army, which was originally on the march, was suddenly attacked by the Jurchen Tartars, and the ranks were suddenly chaotic. The Jurchen Tartars slaughtered into the ranks of the Ming army, wielding bows and arrows and machetes, chopping melons and vegetables, and slaughtering a large number of Ming troops in a pool of blood.

Mao Wenlong was also lucky, coupled with his own cleverness, he escaped from the slaughterhouse by luck. Seeing that the opportunity was not good, he immediately smeared oil on the soles of his feet and slipped away with the chief military officer. Otherwise, his little life, one hundred and thirty catties, would be all confessed to the black soil of Liaodong. It's a pity that the chief military officer did not escape the poisonous hands of the Jurchen Tartars in the end, and finally buried his life under the arrows of the Jurchen Tartars.

Xu Xingxia is such a person, to put it mildly, it is not enough to eat the tartar in one bite. A force of 300 people, in the vast and chaotic Liaodong region, is a fart! It's not even a fart! Mao Wenlong estimated that a few dozen Jurchen Tartars, or even a dozen Jurchen Tartars, would be able to disperse them all. If the number of Jurchen Tartars was a little larger, they would probably have to be wiped out, and none of them would have a chance to escape.

Mao Wenlong then said euphemistically: "My lord, this matter is better to consider in the long run......

Xu Xingxia stared at Mao Wenlong and said with a smile: "If I told you that we once easily killed a hundred Jurchen Tartars, would you believe it?" ”

Mao Wenlong shook his head like a rattle without thinking, and said categorically: "This is absolutely impossible!" Without a force of more than a thousand people, equipped with the most sophisticated weapons, and occupying advantageous terrain, it is impossible to kill a hundred Jurchen Tartars! I guess you haven't met the Jurchen Tartars at all, so you don't know how powerful they are. ”

"I've suffered all the hardships of the Jurchen Tartars. When we set out from Kaiyuanwei, there were three or four thousand people. Along the way, I encountered sporadic Jurchen Tartars from time to time, and as a result, there were so many people left. Others, either separated. Or die at the hands of the Tartars. ”

"I saw with my own eyes that there was a white-armored soldier of a Tartar who pursued and killed us along the way, killing more than 100 of us. We tried everything we could to get rid of him. These guys, they're just perverts, they're too hard to deal with. ”

"Let me tell you the truth, if you three hundred people meet the Jurchen Tartars, it is estimated that none of them will be able to escape! I solemnly advise you to turn back quickly and flee with us to the mainland. This Liaodong region is really not safe, and the Jurchen Tartars are too ferocious. ”

Xu Xingxia smiled slightly, and said casually: "Since you don't believe it, forget it." You continue to walk south, and we will continue to Gaizhouwei. ”

Mao Wenlong stared at Xu Xingxia suspiciously, his eyes looked strange, and he felt that Xu Xingxia's brain seemed to have a problem. He said very sincerely: "Brother, you are too young to know the dangers of the battlefield. You want to make a difference, and that's right. A manly man, who doesn't want to make a career and make a wife? But you have to save your life first! If you can't even save your own life, what else can you say......"

While speaking, Xu Xingxia had already waved his hand, beckoning the chaser warriors to turn over and get on their horses, ready to go to Gaizhouwei. Those Ming troops around them, watching the movements of the chaser soldiers, felt that they were all a bunch of idiots. Knowing that the front is the place where the Jurchen Tartar heavy army gathered, it would be too stupid for them to go there. Is this clearly going to death?

The Jurchen Tartars of Haizhou Wei are at least a few thousand people. What will happen to these hundreds of people who fall into the Jurchen Tartars of thousands of people? It is estimated that there is not even slag left. As long as the Jurchen Tartars dispatch a random Niu Lu, they can be swept away. They Kaiyuanwei, Tielingwei and other places, there were originally tens of thousands of Ming troops, but the Jurchen Tartars came to a few Niu Lu, and they were all dispersed. Kaiyuanwei and Tielingwei also fell.

…… Mao Wenlong took his subordinates and watched Xu Xingxia and the others leave, and was relatively speechless for a while. They admired the courage of Xu Xingxia and the chasers. However, they will never follow Xu Xingxia and them to death. In their opinion, Xu Xingxia is young and impulsive, and so are his subordinates. Otherwise, I would never have done such a stupid thing.

Then they headed south. All the way unscathed. Until they found a large number of Jurchen Tartar corpses. What they found was, of course, the half of the Niulu Tartar that had been wiped out by the chasseurs. The villagers who were killed in Zhuangjia Village, as well as other Han Chinese who were slaughtered by Jianjiao, were properly buried by the chasseurs. However, the slaughtered Jurchen Tartars will never be buried.

"Ah, everyone, look!"

"God, more than ninety Jurchen Tartars!"

"Could it be that they were really killed by the white-clothed army?"

…… All the routs were stunned by the situation in front of them. On both sides of the road, there were corpses of strangely shaped Jianyu everywhere. They are all dead and can no longer die. After careful examination, Mao Wenlong found that most of the prisoners were killed by muskets, and only a few were stabbed to death by sharp blades. None of the equipment on Jianyu's body was snatched away. Obviously, the opponents who eliminated them didn't care about what was on Jianyu at all.

It just so happened that Xu Xingxia's troops were all equipped with muskets. And some of the fatal wounds of the prisoners happened to be caused by bayonets. Therefore, it can almost be concluded that these 100 Jianjiao were killed by Xu Xingxia and them. From the remnants of the battlefield, it can be inferred that these prisoners are basically in a state of passive beating. Because the bows and arrows on their bodies are almost all intact. Some of them didn't even shoot a single arrowhead.

"How can they be so capable?" Mao Wenlong's mind suddenly became active. To be honest, Mao Wenlong is afraid of Jianyu. The previous successive fiascos made the Ming army in Liaodong have a deep phobia of Jianyu. They have completely lost their faith. As long as you hear Jianyu's name, you can't help but shudder.

However, he also hated Jianlu. Seeing so many compatriots in Liaodong and so many colleagues die in the hands of Jianlu, Mao Wenlong's hatred for Jianlu has also reached the extreme. His wives and children died at the hands of the Tartars. If there is an opportunity to avenge his compatriots, his comrades, and his wife and children, Mao Wenlong will never miss it. Unfortunately, this hope seems to be impossible at all.

The appearance of Xu Xingxia gave Mao Wenlong hope. Xu Xingxia's troops were only 300 people, but they killed hundreds of prisoners, and such combat effectiveness was absolutely amazing. What's even more amazing is that while killing Jianyu, he didn't give Jianyu a chance to fight back at all. That's the scariest thing. What kind of combat power is needed so that Jianyu has no chance to fight back at all. Even if Mao Wenlong thought about it, he couldn't think of it.

The routs around Mao Wenlong were also deeply shocked by everything in front of him. They also couldn't imagine how the white-clothed army had killed hundreds of Jianjiao. You must know that the bows and arrows of these captives are very deadly. Their own muskets, confronted by Jianyu's bows and arrows, had basically no chance of victory.

Neither the lethality of the musket, nor the range of the musket, nor the rate of fire of the musket, there was anything superior to it. The only advantage is that the musket is simple, as long as it is a normal person, a short study for half an hour, you can make a musket. However, why is the musket of the white army so powerful?

"That's right!"

Mao Wenlong suddenly exclaimed.

The surrounding rout soldiers all turned their heads to look at him curiously.

"I know what's going on!" Mao Wenlong said excitedly.

He suddenly remembered that the musket used by the white-clothed army was completely different from the musket he knew. The muskets used by the Ming army were generally separated from the projectile and the propellant. When loading ammunition, it is necessary to load the propellant first, and then the projectile. However, the muskets of the white army were completely devoid of these things. They only have small oval projectiles that appear to be golden in appearance. Moreover, this projectile does not need to be loaded from the barrel either.

This detail was originally something he had seen inadvertently. At that time, when he was talking to Xu Xingxia, the afterglow of his eyes just swept to a white-clothed soldier next to him, who was pressing bullets into his chamber. The white-clothed soldier was actually bored, and was repeatedly practicing the action of loading bullets, but he happened to be seen by Mao Wenlong.

At that time, Mao Wenlong didn't feel anything, but now that he looks back, he realizes that there is actually a big problem inside. Just press it so hard, and the projectile will be loaded in? Don't need a propellant yet? Moreover, it seems that many rounds of projectiles can be pressed into the chamber of the gun at the same time? Doesn't this mean that it is possible to shoot continuously, quickly? That's amazing!

(To be continued)