You must know that at such a distance, people's eyesight is absolutely limited. A normal person, a hundred zhang away, sees only the size of a thumb. How is it possible to accurately hit a thumb-sized target from a distance of 100 feet? Rosalind couldn't help but wonder what the origin of this Xu Xingxia was. Old Demon Xu, it can't really be the reincarnation of the devil, right? However, she really couldn't explain it other than that.

Masatini suddenly said in surprise, "Rosa, what are you doing in a daze?" ”

Rosalind subconsciously said: "I'm thinking, what is the origin of this Xu Xingxia." Could he be some kind of demon king or something, from another world, suddenly came to our world? Have you ever felt that way? ”

Marthatini gritted her teeth and said, "Of course not! ”

In fact, the thoughts in her heart were even stronger than those of Rosalind. Seeing that all the fanatics under her command were buried in Xu Xingxia's hands, she deeply doubted whether Xu Xingxia was the reincarnation of the most vicious demon king. Because, apart from the reincarnation of the demon king, she can't think of any other explanation. In the Green Cult she believes in, there are indeed a few terrifying demons. She deeply doubted that Xu Xingxia was one of them.

This terrible thought made Marthatini's thinking seem very disordered. She was terrified for a moment, terrified, afraid that she would be eaten by the devil. However, on the other hand, she is constantly motivating herself not to give in to the devil Xu Xingxia. Because, the appearance of the devil will inevitably lead to the intervention of the true god. As long as we support until the true God comes, all suffering, all grievances, will be over.

Martha Tini was convinced that in front of the omnipotent true god, Xu Xingxia would definitely disappear. For the true God is omnipotent. Even the God of the Byzantine Empire, in the light of the true God, has no room for survival. The original Constantinople was captured by the Ottoman Turkish Empire. After the capture of Constantinople, the Ottomans renamed it Istanbul to reflect the Ottoman Empire's military exploits.

Rosalind knew that Marthaldini had fallen deep into the horns of the bull and could no longer get out. For a while, she didn't think of a better way to persuade her, so she had to be silent and silently watch the battle in front of her. Although, the defeat of the fanatics is already doomed. However, they are still stubbornly holding on to the fight.

Emotionally, Rosalind was absolutely opposed to Masatini's stupid, stubborn, short-sighted squandering of heroic fanatics under the guns of the White Army. They should play a bigger role. Twenty thousand fanatics, if used properly, can make a big difference. It's just a pity that Mathatini is the priestess, the master of those fanatics. She insisted on so much, and Rosalind had no power to stop it.

The only thing she could hope for was a miracle. A miracle was the resistance of the white-clothed army, which came to an abrupt end. In her opinion, the resistance of the white-clothed army was so fierce from the beginning that it should not last long. It's like a man in bed, if it's too fierce at the beginning, it often doesn't last. Another miracle is that Masadini will give the order to withdraw from the battle. If the priestess realizes her mistake, she should correct it in time.

Sadly, however, neither of the two miracles that Rosalind was expecting did not materialize. The resistance of the white-clothed army shows no signs of stopping. And Mathatini herself had no intention of withdrawing the fanatics from the front. As a result, as time went on, the more fanatics fell, and the fewer and fewer zealots remained, to less than three thousand. From 20,000 to 3,000, what a casualty.

At this time, all the Yarkand cavalry seemed to have quietly disappeared. Abdullatif, Abdul Rain and others also quietly left. When they left, they didn't say hello to Rosalind and Marthatini at all. Even Ma Heima, who was the most active, has quietly disappeared. They arrived vigorously, but left quietly, and the smell was indeed too weird.

Rosalind and Marthadine's faces suddenly became very ugly. The departure of the Yarkand cavalry undoubtedly illustrates their position. It's not just a relationship of uncooperation. This is a very red flag. It was so dangerous that it was possible to do something to the two of them at the instigation of the white-clothed army. Even, they may be planning to defect to the enemy.

After realizing this, Rosalind's face suddenly turned pale. Idiots all know what will happen to her and Mashatini if the Yarkand Kingdom defects to the White Army. This is no joke. This is a life-or-death, imminent danger. Therefore, Rosalind immediately screamed: "Masatini, withdraw your troops!" ”

Mathatini finally came to her senses and screamed hysterically: "Withdraw! Withdraw them all! Hurry up and withdraw it for me! The true God has commanded you to retreat! ”

...... "They finally couldn't hold it anymore and were going to retreat." ”

On the rocks of the Flame Mountain behind the oasis, Zhang Tianhao said with relief.

In fact, under the cover of mortars, although the previous battle of the white-clothed army seemed to be very fierce and hot, in fact, there was no danger. As long as there were no major problems with mortars, those fanatics simply had no chance to rush to the front of the oasis. However, Zhang Tianhao still felt nervous. He is a literati after all!

Xu Xingxia said after a while: "It's a little late to think of retreating now." ”

Before the words fell, Liu Chuang rushed up from below, opened his mouth and shouted loudly: "My lord, the enemy has finally retreated, do we want to have a counterattack?" ”

Xu Xingxia nodded and said without hesitation: "Of course!" Organize a counterattack now! ”

…… In Liu Chuangxing's hobby of organizing counterattack deployments, Xu Xingxia came to Zhou Weihong's artillery position. At this time, the victory of the battle has become a complete foregone conclusion, and there is no need for Xu Xingxia to continue to care about the battle. He should be concerned about other things. In today's battle, the mortar played very well, and he needs to sum up his experience so that it can be popularized throughout the army. In future battles, mortars are the weapons of the white-clothed army.

Some of the mortars, which have stopped firing, are naturally cooling. In the previous battles, one mortar, which fired the fewest shells, also fired more than a hundred shells. The number of launches was large, even more than one hundred and fifty rounds. After so many shells are fired, the barrel must be very hot and hot. At the height of the battle and the highest firing rate, the barrel of the cannon may become reddish, like a red-hot soldering iron.

From the point of view of caring for mortars, it is better not to use cold water for cooling if it is not necessary. Sudden cooling and heating will definitely affect the service life of the mortar. Previously, in order to meet the needs of the battle, the cold water cooling method had to be adopted. Now that the battle is over, there is no need for this. Therefore, now mortars are taken by natural cooling.

Zhou Weihong came to Xu Xingxia with more than a dozen of his most outstanding fighters, ready to sum up his combat experience. Due to the fierce battle before, the shells fired were too fast, and the faces of these artillery fighters were blackened by the projectile. Or, these black smokes can't be wiped clean in a short time.

Many people's throats also absorbed a lot of dust and gunpowder, and it was very difficult to speak. Even if you drink a lot of water, you don't get the improvement of the root surname. Xu Xingxia had no choice but to decide to postpone the summary time and wait until their voices recovered.

In this battle, mortars definitely occupied the protagonists. The morale of all the artillery fighters was very high. Although they were speechless, the look on their faces had fully told Xu Xingxia that their mood was very happy. In fact, this battle, they are indeed too incisive, unprecedented comfort. The cannonball that was fired fired fired all the negative emotions in their hearts.

On the contrary, some of the chaser warriors looked a little lost. It feels like after the appearance of mortars, their pure combat units seem to be slowly losing their position as the main force. As if in today's battle, mortars have almost monopolized the entire battlefield. If it were not for the fact that later the artillery reduced the density of artillery fire, there would have been no chance of their participation at all.

It's a pity that this can't be helped. The progress of science and technology has brought about such a result. A large number of weapons with increasing power will appear on the battlefield one after another, gradually replacing the primitive manpower. It's as if the advent of firearms has basically replaced hand-to-hand combat. Heavy artillery fire will also replace most of the gunfire.

Later, with the gradual perfection of the steam engine, the emergence of the internal combustion engine, the emergence of tanks, armored vehicles, airplanes, etc., the pure infantry, has almost lost its traditional meaning. The infantry of later generations, in terms of function, has been completely transformed. More often than not, they are used as eyes. The main task is to guide the attack.

…… On the other end, Liu Chuang was ready for a fierce counterattack.

When the mortars finally stopped firing, the counterattack of the chappers set out.

It was at this time that Mashatini's retreat order was finally passed to the front with difficulty. The remaining fanatics hurriedly turned their heads and stepped back. As a result, as soon as they began to retreat, they were met with a counterattack from the white-clothed army. The level of depression of the fanatics can be imagined. They retreated, and the white-clothed army chased after them, which was simply handing over their backbones to the enemy, which was complete suicide!

"Bang bang bang!"

"Bang bang bang!"

All kinds of violent gunshots rang out suddenly.

The warriors of the chasseurs, like tigers, slew out.

Fighting on the sand, the speed of the war horse's movement is actually not fast. If you're not careful, you'll fall into a sand nest. Therefore, the warriors of the chasers simply abandoned their horses and attacked on foot. Crafting a Han-style rifle on horseback is not as real as it is on land. Shoot on land to better maintain the accuracy of hits and shoot the enemy better.

"Bang bang bang!"

"Bang bang bang!"

The chaser warriors kept firing, and the remaining fanatics fell to the ground.

They gave up their backs to the chasseurs, which was purely an act of seeking death. This action allows the warriors of the Chasseurs to shoot with ease as if they were on a shooting range. In such an environment, their shooting effect is often the best. As a result, the fanatics, who had been beaten so badly, had no choice but to turn around and try to fight back against the chasseurs.

"Grass! Still want a counter-assault? Think it's a kid playing at home? When do you want to fight back? Liu Chuang, who witnessed all this, couldn't help laughing, and made no secret of his contempt. He really couldn't help but despise the other party.

Isn't it a joke that fanatics, who are smaller in number than the White Army, actually try to fight back against the White Army, which is armed to the teeth? Even Liu Chuang, who is not very smart, can clearly feel that among the enemy's commanders, there must be someone whose brains are in the water and confused. If he was replaced by Liu Chuang to command, he would not do such a stupid thing!

If it had been half an hour earlier, the fanatics would have had a chance to fight back. At that time, they still had tens of thousands of troops, and a wave of counterattacks could indeed pose a threat to the white-clothed army. But now, absolutely impossible. Their counterattack can only be suicide again.

Sure enough, the remaining fanatics tried to get up from the chaotic battlefield and launch a counterattack on the white-clothed army, but they were killed by the oncoming bullets. The soldiers of the White Army will not miss such a good opportunity. They all calmly and accurately fired bullets from the chamber into the bodies of fanatics. After a few moments, there were no more standing fanatics on the battlefield.

"Chase!"

"Catch up! Not a single one to stay! ”

Liu Chuang brandished the command knife and shouted viciously.

…… Previously, Mathatini appeared on the front line, and the only result was to make the zealot die a little faster. Now, her retreat order has slaughtered more fanatics without the ability to resist. I wonder if those fanatics would have raised their aggrieved middle fingers to their priestesses if they had known about it?

How the fanatics who died in battle felt, Rosalind did not know. However, Rosalind's own mood was quite bad. More than 20,000 fanatics eventually died completely under heavy artillery fire. Only a few were wounded by the snipers of the hunting cavalry. Now, the pursuers of the white-clothed army have also come out, and they must hurry away.

Rosalind whispered to Martha Tinee, "Martha, let's go!" ”

Mathatini seemed to be in a daze, ignoring the things around her, and there was only a mess of confusion in her mind. Her eyes were glazed and delirious, and she muttered to herself, "I'm not reconciled! I'm really not reconciled! ”

(To be continued)