(0708) The gunshots kept rang out, and the bullets kept being fired, but Mao Wenlong didn't know if he had hit Jianyu. He wasn't used to long-distance fighting like a Han-style rifle. Even if he clearly saw that some Jianyu fell, he suspected that someone else had knocked him down, and it had nothing to do with him. In fact, on such a battlefield, it is indeed difficult to judge who killed the target.

Fortunately, the recoil of the Han-style rifle to Mao Wenlong made him fully feel the power of this weapon. Because he didn't accurately grasp the essentials of shooting, every time he fired a gun, Mao Wenlong's shoulder socket would be hit by the strong recoil and hurt a lot. In the beginning, he almost lost even a Han-style rifle.

Fortunately, this is the principle of the Enfield rifle with minimal recoil, and if it is another type of manual rifle, the recoil will be even greater. Think about how strong the recoil is, let alone the feeling of a bullet entering the human body. No wonder no matter how strong Jianyu is, as long as he is hit by a bullet, he will only fall on the spot.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

Mao Wenlong kept pulling the bolt and shooting until all ten bullets were fired. After firing ten rounds, Xu Xingxia gave him another loaded Han-style rifle. This time, Mao Wenlong is much quieter. I also have a rough understanding of the principle of three points and one line. It is said that actual combat is the best mentor. On such a battlefield, Mao Wenlong's understanding of the surname and learning ability have finally been fully reflected.

This time, Mao Wenlong finally saw with his own eyes that the bullet he shot accurately hit a prisoner. The captive had been hiding behind the corpse of his companion, but then he quietly bent down to his feet and looked around cautiously. This captive was not supposed to be an archer, he had no bow and arrow weapons on his body, only an axe.

Such captives are often the most brutal. Their status in the construction is not as good as that of the archers, and they will inevitably suffer from discrimination and oppression by others. This feeling of humiliation can only be vented on the battlefield. If they entered the battlefield, they must have slaughtered the most Han Chinese. Their psychology has become completely distorted, and they take the abuse of others as fun. It's normal to kill people on the battlefield, but it's perverted to torture and kill others.

As a result, Mao Wenlong happened to see him, so the gap in the crosshair of the Han-style rifle quietly aimed at him. This time, when Mao Wenlong pulled the trigger, his movements were much lighter. With a slight pull on the trigger and a shot, the Jianyu was unwilling to pounce again. Judging from the time and movement of his fall, Mao Wenlong believed that he had hit him.

An indescribable excitement permeated Mao Wenlong's whole body. A murderous Tartar was killed in this way. If it weren't for his own actions, Mao Wenlong couldn't believe it. In fact, even now, he is a little unconvinced. If he didn't have a Han-style rifle, he would definitely have to spend a lot of effort to kill this murderous Jianju. Perhaps, instead of killing this Jianju, he killed this Jianju.

Mao Wenlong has a deep understanding of the ferocity of Jianyu. In the previous battle, several of them were surrounded by such a prisoner, and all kinds of weapons beckoned to him, but they could not quickly resolve the battle. I have to say that these murderous prisoners, they are born warriors. Fighting them face to face was a little too hard.

A weapon like a Han-style rifle is indeed a little too powerful. Its appearance has completely suppressed the human factor to the extreme. As long as there is a Chinese-style rifle, there is no need to emphasize too much in terms of people's physical fitness. As long as it is a normal human, it can be used as a Han-style rifle smoothly. And in the face of the Han-style rifle, fearlessness of death has become synonymous with stupidity.

"Bang!"

Mao Wenlong pulled the trigger again.

This time, another Jianyu was directly killed by him.

The bullet hit the head of the prisoner impartially, and the blood splattered out.

This Jianyu who was killed was a real foot archer. For Jianyu's foot archers, Mao Wenlong's experience is even more profound. These foot archers are simply synonymous with the Jianyu army. To be honest, Mao Wenlong was afraid of Jianlu's cavalry archers, and he was also afraid of Jianlu's foot archers. However, in some cases, he was more afraid of Jianyu's foot archers.

Why? Because the foot archers of Jianyu are very terrifying when they are attacking the city. These fierce and bold guys, but skilled in archery, came directly to the distance of less than fifteen zhang under the city when attacking the city, and fired arrows at the gap in the battlements. With their arm strength, with their speed, the defenders behind the battlements will suffer great losses.

When Mao Wenlong was in Tielingwei, he saw with his own eyes that his boss, the commander of Tielingwei, was directly shot to death by Jianyu's infantry archers. The heavy, sharp arrowhead shot in front of the commander's throat and passed through the back, and the commander died before he could scream. This shows the lethality of Jianyu's foot archers.

In the ensuing battle, Mao Wenlong was full of fear of Jianyu's sharp arrows, whether they were shot by a mounted archer or an infantry archer. Every time he met a sporadic Jianlu, the first thing he did was to count the number of archers in Jianlu. If there are a large number of archers in Jianyu, without thinking about it, without saying a word, turn around and run. It was only when Jianlu's archers were small that he had the courage to attack Jianlu.

Even when he had nightmares, he could dream of the murderous bow and arrow. In the nightmare, he was pierced through his heart by ten thousand arrows from Jian's sharp arrows every time, and he died so much that he couldn't die anymore. His relatives, his comrades, and his countrymen all died under the bow and arrows of Jianlu. If it weren't for the encounter with the white-clothed army, it is estimated that such a nightmare would have continued for Mao Wenlong.

In fact, for the vast majority of the Liaodong Ming army, Jianyu's bow and arrow were the most terrifying existence. The bow and arrow are definitely the most lethal weapons of Jianlu, and they are also the most convenient weapons used by Jianlu. Every time there was a war, the Jianyu used an overwhelming array of arrows to open the way. Those Jianyu with super arm strength can even shoot sharp arrows twenty-five zhang away. Such a range is already farther than the smoothbore guns equipped by the Ming army. The outcome of the battle is naturally conceivable. The muskets of the Ming army had no chance to play a role at all, and they had already been wiped out.

After several battles, the Liaodong Ming army already had a deep phobia of Jianyu's bow and arrow. In the field, the number of losses suffered by the Ming army was too many. The musketeers, in particular, were simply the best targets for the slaughter of the Jianyu bow and arrow. The musketeers of the Ming army, the armor was the weakest, and it was impossible to block the sharp arrows of Jianyu.

The musketeers of the Ming army, when faced with the bow and arrow of the Jianyu, had only two options. Or, not to shoot, to be shot alive. Or, shoot early, waste ammunition, and then be shot alive. There is little difference between the two. After several successive battles, the Ming army's musketeers suffered all casualties, and their combat effectiveness became even weaker. Even the musketeers were no match for Jianyu, let alone others. Are you fighting hand-to-hand with Jianlu?

The only exception is the cannon. This is definitely the best weapon against Jianyu. As long as the cannon hits, no amount of Tartar is enough to die. Even the most fierce Tartars did not dare to charge at the cannon. In fact, Jianyu is indeed relatively taboo about the artillery of the Ming army. However, how many opportunities did the Liaodong Ming Army have to use artillery in the field? In the years when there was no high explosive, how much could a cannon control?

There are several kinds of arrows used by Jianyu, and the most terrifying one is the big arrow, also called the thick arrow. This heavy and sharp arrow could shoot through any kind of armor equipped by the Ming army. Even the chain mail on the chief officer of the Ming army could not stop the piercing of the big arrow. In other words, as long as you get shot, it's basically a dead end.

"It's finally my turn Mao Wenlong to go crazy!" Mao Wenlong said to himself with emotion.

Before seeing the Han-style rifle, Mao Wenlong never thought that there were more powerful weapons in this world than Jianyu's bow and arrow. Compared with the power of the Han-style rifle, the bow and arrow of Jianyu are nothing. In front of the Han-style rifle, Jianyu's bow and arrow also had no chance to shoot. I used to bully others, but for the first time, I tasted the taste of being bullied. And Mao Wenlong finally turned over and raised his eyebrows.

At this moment, Mao Wenlong was determined to fire all the grievances and insults he had received before through a Chinese-style rifle. He wants to kill all the Jianju who can see, all the Jianju who are still alive, in front of him. Aren't you very powerful? Come up! I'm waiting for you!

"Huh? Why not? ”

Suddenly, Mao Wenlong released the trigger in confusion.

It turned out that in his sight, there was no longer a living Jianlu, and at this time, there were no more Tartars rushing up. To be precise, there are no more standing prisoners. All Mao Wenlong could see were the corpses of Jianyu everywhere. They lay in the field in front of the Yangguan Fort, motionless. Under their bodies, only a large amount of blood oozed out, staining the ground around the corpses all red. Next to the corpse, there were a large number of scimitars, bows and arrows and other miscellaneous items.

In the past, those who lay down like this were generally Mao Wenlong's own companions. Every time after being slaughtered by Jianju, the battlefield was a mess, and the losses of the Ming army were in the thousands. But this time, it was Jianyu lying on the ground, and the excitement in his heart, not to mention how happy he was. As for Kong Youde, Liu Xingzhi and other young people, there is even more blood in their chests, except for excitement or excitement, they don't even know their brains.

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(To be continued)