For Tartar's perseverance in sending him to death, Lin Youde was also very emotional. [Full text reading] is really going forward and successive, desperate. In the past, if the Tartars came in such a steady stream like locusts, it is estimated that the entire town of Ningxia would not be at peace. Now, it's the one who comes, the more the merrier. One tartar, that's a few more Mini bullets. It costs less than a penny. Ningxia Town can afford this consumption.

The Tartar archers outside, desperately trying to find a favorable terrain, tried to get close to the fortress at the mouth of the Yellow Gorge. However, the white-clothed defenders on the fortress were very tidy, and their demeanor was very relaxed. Reloading, aiming, shooting, flowing water-like movements, as if you were performing. This calm skill, if you let the Tartar see it, will definitely vomit blood.

The Tartar archers, unbeknownst to them, were behind the muskets that were waiting for them with more powerful weapons. That's fifteen Franc guns. One of the advantages of the Huangxiakou Fortress is that it has guns. In case of emergency, the enemy can be repelled with artillery. However, in general, they are too lazy to fire. Because, the attacking Tartars, it is simply impossible to exert too much pressure on the fortress, and the fortress basically has no chance to open fire.

Lin Youde saw from the clairvoyant mirror that the Tartars who rushed up were hiding their bodies as much as possible, looking for obstacles everywhere to avoid direct fire from muskets. Outside the fortress, there are indeed a lot of stones, broken logs, ravines, etc., which can be used for the tartars to hide. If they hide in these places and do not move, the white-clothed army will have nothing to do with them. But if they are to move forward, they must expose themselves.

"Bang!"

The gunshots on the fortress always seem very lonely and a bit of a poignant atmosphere.

This is determined by the terrain around the fortress at the mouth of the Yellow Gorge. Inside the narrow canyon, the sound of gunfire was obviously a bit weird. It's very different from the gunshots on the plains. And the echo sounds, more like it emanates from hell, with a creepy smell. The sunny day was a little better. If it was late at night, even the most calm warrior might be awakened by the sudden hearing of such a strange gunshot.

With the strange sound of gunfire, outside the fortress, behind a broken log, a Tartar archer shook visibly and fell limply. His head was still on top of the broken log. Mini struck him in the head, and blood gushed out from his head, and from the broken wood to the ground. That broken wood had actually been stained dark red by blood for a long time.

This poor tartar didn't really make much movement, he just wanted to poke his head out and see what was going on in front of him. He thinks that such a move should not bring danger to himself. As a result, he didn't expect that he had already been targeted by a straggler of a certain Eagle Cavalry Army. No sooner had he shown his head than a gun rang out. As a result, one shot hits. Mini's bullet blossomed in his skull, and his life was instantly over.

Discovering that the muskets of the white-clothed army were so fierce, the other Tartar archers hurriedly hid themselves more carefully. They either hid behind broken logs, crouched behind rocks, or lay down in ravines, not daring to move. Even when they communicate with each other, they do so through gestures. I was afraid that if I opened my mouth, I would attract the shooting of the white-clothed army. Who can say for sure?

As a result, the top of the fortress at the mouth of the Yellow Gorge was quiet again. For a long time, no one shot at them. It was as if the Tartar archers in charge of the attack had shrunk, and the white-clothed defenders at the head of the city had all shrunk. In fact, the Eagle Cavalry stragglers are all not rabbits and eagles, since they can't see the target, they naturally won't blindly waste Minnie bullets.

It was a long time before a Tartar archer cautiously showed his head. It was the first time he had come to the Huangxiakou Fortress, and he didn't know how powerful the white-clothed musketeers were here. He felt that there was silence around him, no movement at all, as if all the people had disappeared. He naively thought that it might be the defenders of the fortress and quietly retreated. This kind of thing has not been done before. Some of the defenders of the fortress, intimidated by the prestige of the Tatar cavalry, abandoned the fortress after a short period of resistance and fled.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

Suddenly, two dull gunshots rang out.

The Tartar archer, all of a sudden, vanished.

Lin Youde happened to be holding a clairvoyant mirror, and just happened to see a blood flower emerging from the head of that Tartar archer, beautiful and weird. This blood flower, falling on the white stone, is as brilliant as a plum. Then, the Tartar's head slowly slipped down and disappeared into the clairvoyant's field of vision. Only a plum flower on the stone remains.

"It's a pity for this naïve little guy." Lin Youde was actually in the mood to talk to himself.

He said in his mouth that it was a pity, but in fact, it was not a pity for the Tartar's life, but a pity that the white stone finally failed to escape the Tartar's poisonous hands, and was still dyed red. There were so many stones in front of the fortress, which were originally very white and spotless. It's a pity that after so many days of fighting, all of them were stained red with blood. The piece just now is the only thing left. However, today, this stone has not been able to escape the catastrophe. Alas, from then on there was no more stone that did not stain blood.

Lin Youde was sure that these Tartar archers must have come up with reinforcements from behind, and he didn't know what kind of perverted guys they were facing now. They also thought that the people stationed here were ordinary white-clothed soldiers, and they could confront them head-on. If they think so, they are very wrong. It's a bunch of perverted people here, and it can't be described as normal thinking. For example, he Lin Youde is also a member of the perverts.

Because he has always been stationed in this inaccessible and uninhabited place, he often can't see outsiders for more than ten days, and there are no entertainment activities at ordinary times. As a result, every white-clothed officer and soldier stationed in the fortress is more or less psychopathic. There is no other way to vent their perverted psychology. As a result, the abuse of the Tartars became the only way to vent. It seems that such a fatal shot is actually good and very merciful.

In the past, some bad warriors did not shoot at the head of the Tartars at all, but at their lower body. The aim was to wound the tartar, not to kill the tartar. There are two benefits to wounding a tartar. One is that the tartar can be seen struggling painfully in a pool of blood for psychopathic pleasure. The harder the Tartars struggled and groaned, the more excited they became. On the other hand, it is possible to lure other people's Tartars to try to save their companions, and then continue to shoot, killing and wounding more Tartars.

The former purpose was purely driven by the dark psychology of the white-clothed soldiers, and it was researched by themselves. As for the latter reason, it was taught by Xu Xingxia. In this, there is already a bit of the basic principle of a sniper in it. Many of the stragglers of the Eagle Cavalry Army actually have very good marksmanship, and with a little guidance, they can temporarily act as snipers. Battles like the Yellow Gorge Fortress are the best place to train snipers in batches.

"Damn it!"

"These damn dogs!"

"If I knew it was such a place, I wouldn't have come."

Finding that the defenders' muskets were so accurate, the other Tartar archers had no choice but to crouch behind the wood or stone, never daring to move again. They are all cursing fiercely, how could they meet such a guy on the battlefield? If they had known that they would face such a battle, they might not have come. It's a completely one-sided situation of passive beating.

"Well, it's not bad."

Lin Youde nodded thoughtfully.

He is still quite confident in the marksmanship of the snipers under his command.

He had enough reason to believe that when the Huangxiakou Fortress no longer needed to be defended, he and his subordinates would definitely be transferred out by Xu Xingxia to take on more important tasks. With the marksmanship of these snipers under his command, whether it is on the front battlefield, or on the flank battlefield, or behind enemy lines, it is very useful. The reason is very simple, as long as it is the target they are targeting, they will not be able to escape.

In fact, at the beginning, Xu Xingxia transferred the scattered soldiers of the Eagle Cavalry Army to guard the mouth of the Yellow Gorge, instead of transferring other troops, and there was a good reason. The terrain of the fortress at the mouth of the Yellow Gorge is complex, and it is almost unnecessary to line up a salvo. In such terrain, a volley fired in a line is of no use at all except for wasting ammunition. Here, the emphasis is still on high-precision shooting, one shot at a time. Anyway, the offensive strength of the Tartars cannot be arranged.

In the usual battles, the stragglers of the Eagle Cavalry Army used actual combat to train their marksmanship. I have to say that such an effect is indeed very significant. Killing an enemy in real combat is more effective than firing fifty shots on the training ground. That's how those snipers' marksmanship was honed. The Tartars, who were originally responsible for attacking the fortress at the mouth of the Yellow Gorge, are still apprehensive. They would never attack without a death order.

…… Night slowly fell, and there was silence around the fortress at the mouth of the Yellow Gorge. Neither the white-clothed army, who was in charge of the defense, nor the Tartars, who were in charge of the attack, were silent. In everyone's ears, there was only the constant whistling mountain wind. The temperature is also gradually dropping, and the air exhaled from the mouth quickly turns white. Because it is in the mountains, the temperature at night is significantly lower than in the plains. All the white-clothed sergeants have put on fur coats to protect themselves from the cold.

When the sun went down, the successor Eagle Cavalry soldiers were well fed and replaced their original comrades. They all wore thick fur coats, thick dogskin hats, and thick cotton gloves in their hands, wrapping their whole bodies as if they were big rice dumplings. However, for the sake of shooting and reloading, they still have to remove their gloves when fighting. At the back of the wall, there were more than a dozen braziers, which were burning briquettes. If someone is really too cold, they will come over and bake the fire.

Under normal circumstances, on the walls of the fortress of Huangxiakou, there was generally only one squad, and about sixty musketeers were on combat duty. It was these sixty musketeers who took on all the tasks of resistance. The other white-clothed sergeants went down to eat, sleep, and rest. Generally speaking, if the attack of the Tartars is not particularly crazy, a squad of musketeers can completely control the entire battlefield.

Compared with the warmth of the white-clothed army, the Tartar archers outside are a little troublesome. They were naked in the wilderness, bearing the cold winds, and there was no place for a fire. It seems that they don't wear a lot of warm clothes, and it seems that the food they eat is basically digested. Even if their cold-resistant ability is stronger than that of the white-clothed army, in such a situation, it will not last long. Hungry and cold, easily going crazy.

In fact, as night falls, the temperature in Helan Mountain will drop below freezing. Icing is anytime, anywhere. If you're not careful, you risk getting frozen. Coupled with the torment of hunger, they had to retreat. However, at this time, even if you want to retreat, you have to agree with the musketeers in white. Regardless of whether the Tartars attacked or retreated, as long as they exposed their targets, they were bound to suffer heavy gunfire. Before that, there were many Tartars, who fell not on the way to attack, but on the way to retreat.

However, it is not an option to continue to stay here. Retreat back, and perhaps there is a glimmer of life. If you continue to stay here, you will definitely starve to death and freeze to death. If you want to live, you can only take risks, and you can only pray for the blessing of immortality. To be honest, instead of being frozen to death and starving to death, it is better to give it a go. So, every now and then, a Tartar archer would suddenly come out, spread his feet, and run desperately backwards.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

Gunshots rang out incessantly.

It was at this time that the carve-mounted stragglers were waiting.

The fleeing tartars, often running and running, fell headlong to the ground.

Because the speed of the Tartar's escape was too fast, after being shot by Mini, it suddenly seemed to be a rolling gourd, constantly rolling on the ground, rampage, and shattering everything around it. It wasn't until he hit the broken wood of the big root, or the big stone, that he could stabilize his body. Often at this time, they are already blurred and unrecognizable. But fortunately, the body is still basically intact, and there is still a chance to be reincarnated.

Before, they were only exposed to a head-on attack by the snipers of the White Army, not to mention the whole person was exposed. It's as if the Tartar is running away in such a desperate way, and he is simply sending himself alive to the muzzle of the sniper of the White Army. Who can refuse this kind of unsolicited gift to the door? The snipers of the White Army can knock them to the ground with a slight pull of the trigger.

(To be continued)