In fact, last time, at Zhenyuan Pass, part of the Mongolian cavalry had already been attacked by artillery, and they understood the power of these explosive packs. Lin Danhan himself also knows it. After he returned, he also sent someone to find out that it was a weapon thrown by a trebuchet. However, he thought that in the field, the white-clothed army would not use these weapons. After all, it is also very inconvenient for trebuchets to move. Unexpectedly, the white-clothed army still used such a weapon. Fortunately, the explosive power of the explosive package was not very large, otherwise, Lin Dan Khan would probably regret it.

Soon, the Mongol cavalry had already entered a distance of about two hundred meters. Such a speed of progress made Lin Danhan, Na Yuesong and others who were watching the battle behind them feel very gratified. After all, the elite is the elite, and no matter when, it is so trustworthy. Under the shouting of Tai Chiwu, all the Mongol cavalry were as fast as arrows from the string. With such an impact speed, it only takes a moment of effort to kill in front of the white-clothed army.

In fact, the Mongol cavalry only had to go within a range of twenty zhang of the bow and arrow, and they could release their arrows. At that time, the overwhelming rain of arrows will be able to cover all the white-clothed troops. In the face of sharp arrows, the white-clothed army without armor protection could not hold out for long at all. All the nomads relied on this hand to defeat the infantry of the Central Plains Dynasty. They believe that they are no exception. However, they were too optimistic. They forgot what the basic weapons of the White Coats were. The distance of 200 meters is exactly the range of the musket!

"First row!"

"Ready!"

"Put!"

Liu Heng immediately ordered.

"Bang bang bang!"

"Bang bang bang!"

"Bang bang bang!"

The continuous gunfire rang out, shaking the entire White Tiger Ze.

With the fierce gunfire and dense rain of bullets, they swept mercilessly towards the Mongolian cavalry in front.

This is not the first time that the Dragoons have faced nomadic cavalry. Last time, when I was in Zhenyuan Pass, it was also the Dragoon who took the lead. Therefore, they had a lot of experience in dealing with the Mongol cavalry that rushed up. They know how to organize firepower, how to choose targets to attack, how to hit as many targets as possible, and how to destroy the enemy as much as possible. They even know how to shoot in order to avoid wasting ammunition.

"Poof!"

"Poof!"

"Poof!"

Sure enough, under the ferocious fire of the dragoons, the Mongolian cavalry in front kept falling to the ground. The thumb-sized Mini bullets, the damage brought to the human body, or to the war horse, are absolutely unbearable. As long as you are hit, it is the consequence of either death or injury. The sound of the personnel landing on the ground was very abrupt in the sound of gunfire. In the middle, there was the painful neighing of the war horses and the screams of the people, mixed with each other, as if they were music from hell. The blood that keeps splashing out renders the battlefield even more bloody.

"Second row!"

"Ready!"

"Put!"

Liu Heng continued to issue orders.

The soldiers in the first row finished shooting, and the soldiers in the second row followed. The soldiers in the second row, with their muzzles off the shoulders of the soldiers in the first row, continued to shoot fierce Minnie bullets in front. The Mongol cavalry, which had been battered by Minnie's bullets, suffered a second salvo, and the number of casualties was even greater. A large number of people or war horses died on the way forward, which greatly affected the advance of the companions behind. Coupled with the impact of the explosion of the explosive pack, the offensive ranks of the Mongol cavalry were completely dispersed.

"Free Fire!"

Liu Heng soon issued a new order.

The white-clothed army has abandoned the three-stage shooting mode and changed to a two-row shooting mode. The biggest flaw of this firing mode, even if the gunfire hurts the fighters in front a lot. After all, shooting at close range in one's own ear is definitely not a joke. However, stupid people have a stupid way, stuffing two cotton balls into their ears, and it can basically be solved. However, the strong smell of gunpowder produced by the shooting made people feel very uncomfortable. After a battle, the inside of the nostrils was black and mushy.

The continuous salvo inflicted great damage on the Mongol cavalry. A large number of Mongol cavalry, hit by Mini bullets, rolled straight off their horses. There were also a large number of Mongol war horses, which fell to their knees and could not stand on their knees. The worst thing was the wounded horses, constantly struggling on the ground, struggling to get up. It's a pity that their fate is tragic. Or, the Mongol cavalry that had been swept by, slashed to death with their swords, to prevent them from moving indiscriminately and blocking the route of attack. Or, he was hit by a Mini bullet and completely died.

After two consecutive volleys, the white-clothed army did not continue to fire volleys, but adopted the method of free fire. After all, there were too many musketeers, each of them reloaded at different speeds, and it was no longer necessary to organize a salvo, it would be a waste of resources. Therefore, the shooting at the back became a skill competition for each musketeer. Every musketeer in the White Army went crazy and fired Mini bullets at the front as fast as they could.

Judging by the attack effect of the Mini bullet, the shooting from behind, as if it were a modern rifle, was continuous. On average, it takes about 12 seconds to reload a Mini bullet, and if there are 12 musketeers taking turns firing, theoretically speaking, one Mini bullet can be fired in one second. In other words, at any given moment, there are Mini bullets. A Mongol in any position could be hit by a Mini bullet.

"Don't panic!"

"Don't look at the enemy!"

"Think of this as a training ground!"

In the midst of intense gunfire, there was always the calm voice of an officer.

Among the white-clothed troops who participated in the war this time, the number of recruits accounted for almost 30%. So many recruits were directly pulled to the battlefield hundreds of miles away after only receiving half a month of basic training. Their actual combat experience is almost blank. In the face of the assault charge of tens of thousands of Mongolian cavalry, they had no experience. Therefore, it is necessary to have officers to supervise the battle, so that they can give full play to their combat effectiveness.

Needless to say, in the beginning, many recruits were very nervous, and when they made muskets, they often made mistakes. The recruits, who had performed well on the training ground, plummeted in their level while under tremendous psychological pressure. Sometimes, you can't fire three mini rounds in a minute. Thankfully, after several successive firings, they gradually matured, and the speed at which they used their muskets gradually returned to normal.

Of course, relying solely on mini shells and explosives packs could not stop the onslaught of the Mongol cavalry. The speed of the cavalry's assault is absolutely unmatched. The distance of two hundred meters, that is, the kung fu came up in a blink of an eye. Even the most skilled white-clad soldier with a musket could only shoot three shots at most. After three musket shots, some of the Mongol cavalry, having rushed to a distance of twenty or thirty zhang, fired their bows and arrows fiercely.

"Whoosh!"

"Whoosh!"

"Whoosh!"

Sharp arrows fell, and white-clad musketeers fell to the ground.

The musketeers of the white-clothed army did not have any armor protection, and they did not have any protection in the face of the fierce arrows that flew in, and as long as they were shot, they would be either killed or injured. Fortunately, for this, the white army has also been prepared. The reserves or something, they have been waiting for a long time. The fallen musketeers were quickly dragged away, and then more musketeers took turns to fill in and continue to fire ferocious Minnie rounds at the Mongol cavalry in front.

From the point of view of every soldier in the White Army, they are in danger of being shot. Even if you are a squad leader, a squadron leader, or even a commander, you can be shot by an arrow. Because, their command position was completely within the range of the Mongols' bows and arrows. With the tactics of the Mongols, unless they were not discovered, they would never be able to escape. However, from Xu Xingxia's point of view, it is completely different. Every soldier who is shot is like a drop of water in the sea, and it has no effect on the entire battlefield at all.

Such a big battle, with sporadic casualties, is simply negligible. As long as the casualty figures have not yet reached a certain level, there is no need to pay attention. If you can't afford even the most basic casualties, what kind of war is there to fight? Go home and pick up the kids! In fact, while the White Army suffered casualties, the Mongols also suffered huge casualties. In terms of casualties alone, the Mongols outnumbered the whites. They should be the first to be anxious.

In fact, those Mongol cavalry who rushed up, while shooting bows and arrows, often also came to the end of their lives. They were too close to each other, and if they were targeted by the musketeers of the White Army, there was basically no chance of survival. At a distance of twenty or thirty feet, several, or even dozens, muskets are aimed at you, and you can imagine the end with your heels. Even if you're lucky enough to not be beaten into a hornet's nest by a musket, there's absolutely no chance that your horse will survive. Without the help of the warhorse, your death is not far off.

"Boom!"

At this time, the artillery battalion also switched to the No. 3 explosive pack.

A medium-sized explosive package with a capacity of 30 catties is obviously more lethal than a small explosive package. Every explosive pack goes down and explodes, overturning all the cavalry within three feet of the surrounding area. The Mongolian cavalry three zhang away will also be uncontrollable by the huge air waves, and they have to walk around the road. The number of frightened horses is also larger. As a result, it was often several Mongol cavalrymen who collided with each other and finally fell to the ground together.

Attacked by medium explosive packs, the attacking ranks of the Mongol cavalry were completely scattered. Each of them can only fight on their own. The adjustments of the centurion and the thousand-torn are no longer effective. The dense gunfire on the battlefield, as well as the constant sound of explosions, completely drown out the human voices, and it is useless for you to shout loudly. Even, many centurions were killed, and the command system collapsed. In the face of the ferocious rain of bullets, the courage and fearlessness of the Mongols were useless. Their fate is entirely determined by luck.

The Mongol cavalry, who were particularly lucky, were not hit by the explosives bag or the Mini bullets, and could have rushed all the way to the front of the inverted horse stake and fired their arrows at the white-clothed army as they wished. And those who are unlucky fall halfway, and they don't know whether they live or die. Basically, out of a hundred Mongol cavalrymen, if you are lucky, there may be less than thirty. The other seventy had all kinds of problems because of bad luck.

Those Mongol cavalry who were able to rush to the front of the inverted horse pile became the hope of Lin Dan Khan, Tai Chi Wu and others. They hope that the warriors under their command can completely tear apart the ranks of the white army with crazy arrows. It's a pity that their desire is so strong, their hope is so deep, but they never wait for the result they want. The ranks of the white-clothed army were not torn apart, but the warriors of the Mongols, constantly falling.

It is true that the bows and arrows of the Mongolian cavalry can indeed shoot some of the white-clothed soldiers, can indeed cause a certain amount of psychological pressure on the white-clothed army, and can indeed bring hope of victory to Lin Dan Khan and others. However, the Mongols suffered more casualties than others. The Mongols attacked in a simple way, with only bows and arrows. Comparatively speaking, the attack method of the white army is much more complicated. The combination of muskets and trebuchets caused a large number of casualties among the Mongols.

In proportion, if ten Mongol cavalry were able to rush in front of the stakes, at least twenty or thirty Mongol cavalry fell in the way of the charge. Among the remaining ten Mongolian cavalry, it is estimated that there are five or six people who can make a smooth move. The other three or four people may have been killed by the ferocious rain of bullets before they could make a move. Among the five or six people who were able to shoot smoothly, the ones who could effectively cause casualties to the white-clothed army may be half. It can be seen from this that there is a big difference in the proportion of casualties between the two sides.

"It's a tough white-clothed army!" Lin Shenhe whispered to himself.

For the battle on the front line, the one who felt the most was probably General Lin Shenhe, who participated in the war for the first time. As a veteran soldier who has worked hard to serve as a general, he has definitely fought a lot with nomads. Almost every year, he had to fight the Tartars. However, each time, it ended in the defeat of the Ming army. The best result is just that the nomadic cavalry will not be able to take advantage of it and have to retreat in disgrace, and the Ming army itself can retreat with its whole body.

However, the battle between the White Army and the Mongols was completely hard-hitting. There aren't any tricks in between. In terms of numbers, the white-clothed army was still at a disadvantage. I have to say that the unique musket used by the white-clothed army is indeed too powerful. The muskets used by the other Ming armies, compared to the muskets used by the white-clothed army, are simply rubbish! It is estimated that it is precisely with such a musket as a basic weapon that Xu Xingxia dares to wrestle with the Mongols!

After this battle, whether it is victory or defeat, Lin Dan Khan is estimated to be more troublesome. His fundamental force was 50,000 iron lance cavalry. If these 50,000 iron lance cavalry suffered a huge blow, then his military strength would also be greatly weakened. Judging from the current situation, his iron lance cavalry is constantly bleeding and suffering casualties. Even if the final result is a crushing victory for Lin Dan Khan, the number of his iron lance cavalry is estimated to be greatly reduced. This is definitely not a good thing for him.

"Poof!"

"Poof!"

"Poof!"

Suddenly, there was a strange muffled sound.

Lin Shenhe raised the clairvoyant mirror and looked ahead. As a result, he was shocked to find that the Mongolian cavalry that rushed forward had hit the top of the inverted horse stake. One by one, the sharp inverted stakes pierced directly into the horse's belly. In the process of such a charge, how fast is the speed of the war horse? Such an impact made the inverted horse pile directly from the belly of the horse in front, all the way to the horse's buttocks, and it was absolutely too dead to die. Blood arrows splashed out one after another, accompanied by the painful neighing of the war horse, which instantly attracted the attention of countless people.

"Huh?"

Xu Xingxia suddenly sighed, as if he had found something strange.

Lin Shenhe followed Xu Xingxia's line of sight and found that it was those Mongols, and after the war horse was stabbed to death, there was nothing wrong with him. After they were overturned to the ground, they were lucky not to be stabbed by the stake in front of them, so they rolled on the ground a few times and rolled over to their feet. Some of the Mongols continued to rush forward, trying to fight the white-clothed army hand-to-hand. Some Mongols bent their bows and arrows on the spot and shot arrows at the white-clothed army. I have to say that these damn Mongols are indeed very tenacious in vitality and tenacious in combat. If they kill you, you'll be in trouble.

Fortunately, the musketeers of the White Army reacted quickly. When he found the surviving Mongols, he immediately turned his gun and pointed it at his position, and there was a series of shots. A large number of Mini bullets whizzed away, and they were smashed to pieces on the spot. It's too close to aim hardly. Even if those Mongols were Da Luo Jinxian, they were hit by a few, or dozens of mini bullets, and they only fell to the ground.

Xu Xingxia slowly put down the clairvoyant mirror and did not continue to watch. The battle, going on until now, all the weapons, all the tactics, have been fully played. The details of the white-clothed army, it is estimated that Lin Danxing also knows it. Lin Dan Khan's details, Xu Xingxia also knew. The rest is the consumption of personnel, resources, and casualties between the two sides. To use a common saying, whoever can grit his teeth and persevere to the end will be the winner.

…… Time passed with a stick of incense, and the battle was still fiercely stalemate. The Mongol cavalry continued to charge forward, and the white-clothed army continued to fight back. Xu Xingxia asked Liu Chuang to count the wounded and martyrs, and found that the losses of the white-clothed army were estimated at about 500 people. Most of them were killed by the arrows of the Mongol cavalry. The Mongols' cavalry is indeed something that cannot be underestimated. Without the assistance of the vans, casualties of the white-clothed army were inevitable.

As for the casualties of the Mongols, they are estimated to be about six to eight times that of the white-clothed army, and there should be no ten. The main reason is that there is no partial van. Without a van, the arrows of the Mongolian cavalry could shoot unscrupulously and inflict damage on the white-clothed army. If there is the protection of the partial van, the casualty ratio should be ten times that of the car, there should be no problem. In the last battle with the Tatars, the ratio of casualties on both sides was almost more than thirty to one.

In fact, Xu Xingxia is already very satisfied with such a casualty ratio. Exchanging the surname of a white-clothed musketeer for the surname of more than six Mongol cavalrymen is definitely done. It must be known that it was not easy for the Mongols to train a horse archer. A good riding archer needs to be trained from a young age, at least several years. However, he Xu Xingxia only needed three months to train a basically qualified musketeer. Even, when necessary, half a month of training can be pulled to the battlefield.

As the battle continued, a large amount of blood flowed along the grass all the way to the Baihuze next to it, and the lake in Baihuze was gradually stained red with blood. It is estimated that for a long time in the future, the lake in Baihuze will not be able to be quoted. Unless you're not weird about the strong smell of blood in the lake.

The Mongols were still desperately rushing forward, and the white-clad musketeers were fighting back untiringly. The first row of inverted horse piles had been destroyed by the Mongols. Some of the Mongols who rushed up discovered the danger of the inverted stake, and used their own saber to try to cut it off. They kept swinging their knives until they were killed. Constant Mongols came up and cut down the horse stakes, and eventually a whole row was destroyed. However, there are a total of five rows of inverted horse piles. One row was destroyed, and the four rows behind it can continue to function.

"Rush forward!"

"Kill them!"

Taichiwu roared fiercely.

He kept waving the scimitar in his hand and ordered the Mongol cavalry to step forward.

Despite the fact that he was a commander of a thousand, he was the commander-in-chief of the Mongols at the front, and he had supreme power at the front, which no one could disobey. But, interestingly, he kept throwing the Mongols into the battlefield and never got up himself. Frankly, he was a little scared. The counterattack of the white-clothed musketeers made him feel very afraid. Unless there is luck against the sky, it is impossible to pass through the rain of bullets of the white-clothed army.

"Damn Tychiu, what is he doing?" Lin Dan Khan was furious.

As the most courageous general under his command, Tai Chiwu's performance today was completely beyond Lin Dan Khan's expectations. Lin Dan Khan believes that the reason why so far no satisfactory results have been achieved is because of this Tai Chi Wu. This damn guy used to be at the front, why hasn't he been grinding for so long today, and he hasn't gone up yet?

"Tell Tai Chi Wu to kill him!" Lin Dan Khan bluntly ordered.

He didn't suspect that Taichiwu was afraid of death. In his subconscious, Taichiwu was never afraid of death. He thought Taichiu was thinking about something. However, Lin Dan Khan was very dissatisfied. At this point, what else is there to consider? You just rush straight up. With your luck, what other enemy can't be broken through?

"Yes!" After receiving the order, Tai Chi Wu immediately felt that his end had come. However, Lin Dan Khan's order must not be disobeyed. There was no way, Tai Chiwu had no choice but to clamp the horse's belly and rush forward. Suddenly, he felt his body be hit hard by several things, and immediately after, his body lost control, rolled off the horse's back, and fell into a deep pool of blood with a pop.

"I knew it would be like this......" Taichiwu muttered subconsciously. God still didn't take care of him in the end, which made him feel very desperate. It's just a pity that he doesn't have time to complain. The next moment, there was darkness in front of him.

(To be continued)