"Why hasn't Gugal retreated yet?" On the side of the white-clothed army, someone asked in surprise. In the battle just now, the number of casualties of the Tatar cavalry was already quite staggering. Their vital force has been dealt a fatal blow. If there were no accidents, they would not have been able to launch a second large-scale attack.

The thousand-man team of the Tatar cavalry, even if it is a fully equipped thousand-man team known as the elite, its real combat essence is estimated to be about four hundred. The other six hundred people were not so ferocious. If the most elite 400 people are lost, and the remaining 600 people, the morale will fall to the bottom, and there will basically not be much combat effectiveness.

Generally speaking, in such a situation, they should immediately run away. If you can't fight, you can run, this has always been the combat principle of nomads. Continuing to entangle with a powerful enemy despite suffering heavy losses is definitely not the work of a wise man. However, the remaining Tatar cavalry did not withdraw and still lingered in the distance.

"He can't go." Wang Qinian replied instead of Xu Xingxia. For the familiarity of the Hellerjin tribe, Wang Qinian is much better than Xu Xingxia. He is the leader of the brocade guards lurking in the prairie, and he has a complete intelligence network in his hands. In the past, most of the intelligence information was buried in his mind, and no one really paid attention to it. It wasn't until Xu Xingxia appeared that all kinds of information he had could be regarded as really coming in handy.

"Why?" Someone modestly continued to ask.

"If he goes back like this, he will have to spend the rest of his life in shame forever. Respect for the Tartars, only for the victors. For the losers, they have nothing but trampling and ridicule. Such an end is absolutely unacceptable to Gugler. I reckon he'll be desperate and go on the attack. He would rather die in battle than accept the ridicule of others. Wang Qinian explained deeply.

The people around him didn't speak. If Gugal really refuses to retreat and continues to fight, what awaits him must be the fate of death. In front of the guns of the white-clothed army, the flesh and blood of the Tartars are simply impossible to stop. Bagdumini was beaten into a sieve, and how could he be an exception to Gugrad? I know that I am going to die, but I still want to rush up, and I don't know whether to praise his bravery or satirize his stupidity.

In fact, this is also the sorrow of the nomads, who are only allowed to win and not lose. They don't have the capital to fail. Defeat once, the blow to them, is very serious, the capital of the nomads is too little to withstand such losses. Once defeated, it will take a long time to recover. Sometimes, even if you are defeated once, you will never have a chance to recover. On the contrary, the foundation of the Han dynasty is very deep, even if it is defeated in successive battles, or even in successive defeats, it still has the ability to continue fighting.

This principle is true for all nomadic peoples. If it is applied to Liaodong, it is even simpler. Liaodong's Houjin Tartars actually have no foundation. The Ming army does not need to win a hundred battles, it only needs to win a real victory once, and the Houjin Tartar will be greatly injured, and it will take a long time to lick the wounds. If the losses suffered are too great, it is possible that the Houjin Tartar will never be able to recover and will only die.

It's a pity that the Ming army in Liaodong did not have a real victory, but instead became the captain of the transportation brigade, constantly sending all kinds of military materials, and even population and land, to the Houjin Tartars in large quantities, so that the power of the Houjin Tartars became stronger and stronger, and it became more and more difficult to deal with. Frankly speaking, if the Ming army had implemented a strong wall and cleared the wilderness in Liaodong and left nothing to the Houjin Tatars, even if the Houjin Tatars won the war, the speed of their rise would have been much slower.

The sound of gunfire on the battlefield gradually fell silent. The white smoke gradually drifted away. The dust in the sky gradually fell to the ground. Everyone's vision is gradually becoming clearer. The clouds seemed to drift away, and the warm winter sun, shining down from the sky, reflected the entire battlefield, bringing a slight warmth to everyone.

At this time, everyone realized that the sun was still hanging in the middle of the sky. The battle began almost noon, and it was noon. In other words, such a fierce battle actually lasted less than half an hour! I didn't think it was when I was fighting just now, but now that the battle is over, the soldiers of the white-clothed army feel that time has passed really weirdly! They thought that the battle just now had lasted at least three or four hours!

The battle just now was definitely exciting for the soldiers of the white-clothed army, and it was endlessly memorable, even unbelievable. For the first time, they felt "easy" and crushed the attack of the Tatar cavalry. The Tatar cavalry did not even have any chance to rush to the front of the side van. At that time, they felt as if they were in a training ground, they only needed to repeat the actions of reloading, aiming, and shooting.

Such a battle, even a person with a weak psychological endurance, can be competent. Even the most cowardly warriors did not find anything to fear from the Tatar cavalry. The Tatar cavalry that swarmed up had little effect on them. This is also a fundamental difference between rifled guns and smoothbore guns.

The smoothbore gun had to be fired at a distance of fifty meters, otherwise it could not inflict real damage on the enemy. The distance of fifty meters was an absolute terrible test for the nerves of the musketeers. At such a short distance, the enemy's bow and arrow can already shoot directly at you. This is especially true in the event of an assault by an enemy cavalry brigade.

Even a very skilled musketeer, at such a distance, would make a lot of mistakes in the face of a swarming enemy cavalry. The usual training level, being able to play 70%, is already very good. The average well-trained smoothbore gunner, playing up to forty percent. If the training is poor, it is estimated that thirty percent of the power will not be able to exert itself. Some smoothbore gunners may even panic and shoot indiscriminately.

Rifled gunners are completely different. The firing range of a rifled gun is much longer than that of a smoothbore gun, and the accuracy of the surname is much better. At a distance of two hundred meters, the pressure they feel is almost negligible. Even if the enemy cavalry launched a surprise attack from 200 meters away, they would be able to face it calmly. After all, there was a distance of two hundred meters, which was enough to shoot the enemy cavalry. At a distance of 200 meters, the average rifled gunner can play more than eighty percent of the training level. Such a gap, on the battlefield, is already very fatal.

With the gradual popularization of hot weapons, on the field, the pursuit is no longer a simple one-on-one kill, but the density of firepower. In the shortest possible time, the most firepower is gradually becoming a consensus. One or dozens of rifled guns may not be able to change the outcome of the battlefield, but the impact of a hundred, a thousand, or even 10,000 rifled guns on the battlefield is absolutely huge. After the appearance of breech guns, the density of this firepower will be greatly increased.

"Well done everyone!"

Xu Xingxia went around the musket team to boost the morale of the troops.

The musketeers, who were inspired, looked very happy. They were smiling very brightly. Some of them, their faces blackened by the constant bullets, and when they laughed, they showed only two eyes and white teeth, as if they had just crawled out of a coal mine.

Such a battle really made them raise their eyebrows. In the past, in front of the Tartars, it was always the military households who suffered losses. Ningxia Town, I don't know how many times it has been ravaged by the Tatars. I don't know how many military households fell under the butcher's knife of the Tartars. Now, the situation has finally turned around, and it is the turn of the military households to slaughter the Tartars. The battle just now was actually a massacre. No matter how brave the Tartars are, in front of the guns of the white-clothed army, they can only be sent to death.

It is indeed not so easy to build up the confidence to defeat the Tartars. Almost all the military households in Ningxia Town have a natural fear of Tartars. This is something that Xu Xingxia can obviously feel. Before participating in the battle, some of the white-clothed sergeants did not completely dissipate their fear of the Tartars. However, after this battle, their fears were no longer there. On the contrary, it should be the turn of the Tartars to fear the white-clothed army.

What made Xu Xingxia even happier was that the six musket teams that participated in the battle this time, after experiencing the test of actual combat, every soldier would become the backbone of the battle. On the basis of these backbones, each person can lead a newbie and help the newbie grow rapidly. In other words, in the near future, the number of musketeers can be more than doubled to more than eight hundred. Within the scope of the establishment of 1,000 households, 1120 is the limit, and there are still a lot of vacancies.

"How's the trebuchet damaged?"

Xu Xingxia came to the artillery battalion, which he needed to focus on.

In the battle just now, the explosive packs thrown by the trebuchets caused a lot of trouble for the Tatar cavalry, not only killing and injuring a large number of Tartars, but also making the Tartars afraid of the explosives packs. It is estimated that some Tartars will dream of the dynamite bag falling at night. However, trebuchets have a disadvantage, that is, they are relatively prone to failure, especially in the process of long-term high-intensity use, and are generally easy to be damaged. After all, trebuchets are made of wood and can't be as strong as steel.

According to Yun Qifeng's report, seven of the twenty-five trebuchets equipped by the artillery battalion have been damaged. Such a damage rate is indeed speechless. Half an hour of fighting alone destroyed almost a third. If the battle continues to stalemate, I am afraid that the amount of damage will be even higher. In the end, it is not impossible that all twenty-five trebuchets will lose their combat effectiveness. Fortunately, the Tartars did not continue to rush up.

However, there is no way around it. The trebuchet is inherently low in cost, the craft is simple, and it is purely one of the cheapest weapons. If trebuchets are still very durable, then armies all over the world are equipped with trebuchets. The current situation can only be for Peng Dang and other craftsmen to hurry up and repair it. Fortunately, except for the two trebuchets that were seriously damaged and could not be repaired, the other five trebuchets could be basically repaired and continued to be put into use as long as they had half a day.

As for the consumption of explosives packs, there are no special circumstances. In the battle just now, the main consumption was the No. 1 explosive bag with the smallest charge, and then the No. 3 explosive package. The No. 5 explosive pack, which has the largest charge, basically has no chance of use. Hit by the fire of the Yueyue, the Tatar cavalry had no chance to rush up at all. The No. 5 explosives pack, which is used at close range, is naturally useless for heroes.

After returning from the artillery barracks, Xu Xingxia went to the top of the side van at the front, squinting his eyes and carefully observing the movement outside. Outside, the Gobi Desert was full of wolves, and there were dead and wounded Tartars everywhere, as well as war horses that had fallen to the ground. Broken bows and arrows, broken scimitars, broken helmets, cracked armor, all kinds of equipment, lay in a mess on the ground. A large amount of blood turned the originally gray-white Gobi Desert into a dark red. In some low-lying places, small ponds of blood have even formed.

From time to time, there was the neighing of war horses and the groans of personnel. When the north wind blows, the sound is particularly noticeable. It was a war horse that had not yet died, and a tartar who had not yet died of his life, struggling in pain. Some of the Tartars entered the battlefield on foot, trying to save their companions who had not yet lost their breath. They didn't carry any weapons.

"My lord, the Tartars have come to collect the wounded soldiers, do you want to shoot?" Wang Xia asked in a low voice.

"Shoot!" Xu Xingxia said without hesitation. The Tartars wanted to easily save the wounded, and without the permission of the white-clothed army, it was simply a dream. It is better to cut off one of its fingers than to hurt its ten fingers. Only the dead Tartar is the best Tartar. Xu Xingxia wants to make those injured Tartars completely turn into dead Tartars. It is estimated that in the chaotic battlefield, there are at least two or three hundred Tartar wounded, and all of these people will be sent to hell.

"Bang bang bang!"

Dense gunfire rang out immediately, and Minnie bullets swept over like raindrops.

The Tartars, who tried to rescue the wounded, were knocked down several times at once, and fell into a pool of blood without saying a word. The other Tartars hurriedly retreated to the rear, dodging the attack of the white-clothed army. The Tatar cavalry behind subconsciously wanted to rush forward and pick up their companions, but they quickly did not dare to move again due to the threat of guns fired at the white-clothed army.

"Despicable Han Chinese!"

"Damn Han Chinese!"

"Huza! These damn huza! ”

"Huza! These damn huza! ”

Constantly the Tatars roared in anger, and one by one they seemed to go crazy.

These damn Ming soldiers are really hateful! They actually did not allow the Tatars to rescue their wounded! They actually shot at the unarmed Tatars!

(To be continued)