"Boom!"

"Boom!"

The whole earth shook violently. [Full text reading]

The cannons of the Ottoman [***] team made a loud roar.

One by one, the solid bullets drew a perfect arc in the sky and smashed down on the position of the white-clothed army. These fist-sized solid iron balls, on the outside, don't seem to be anything special, as if they are just inconspicuous iron bumps. However, if it hits a person, it is absolutely fatal. If you hit a person on the torso, you can directly break the person completely. If it hits a person's limbs, it must be the highest level of disability.

The most powerful direct-fire smoothbore artillery adopts the method of flat fire, and one such solid bullet, if hit in a dense crowd, can kill all fifty or sixty people in front and behind. The statement that half of the company was destroyed with one shot is definitely not an exaggeration. However, Xu Xingxia, who arrived as a traverser, would definitely not give the artillery of the Ottoman Emperor [***] team any chance to exert its power.

The positions of the white-clothed army have long been dug in circles of trenches. The width of the trench, about one meter two, can accommodate two people to stagger through. At the bend of the trench, a special bulletproof chamber was dug. The function of these trenches, in addition to effectively blocking the fire of the Lu Mi gun, can also effectively block the bombardment of artillery. Solid bullets falling on the outside of the trench are naturally useless. If it falls on the inside of the trench, it also falls on the sunny side.

The soldiers of the white-clothed army are hiding on the side of the anticline, and there is basically no danger. It is impossible for a solid bullet fired by the enemy to fall on the anticline. The soft soil on both sides of the trench can effectively reduce the kinetic energy of the solid ball, making it unable to bounce. As long as the solid bullet falls into the trench, it is basically deeply sunk into the soil.

Of course, the casualties of the white-clothed army are not completely absent. After all, at the same time as the Ottoman Emperor [***] team was shelling, fanatics like a tide were also desperately pouring up. For the whites to fight back, they had to poke their heads out of the trenches. If, at this time, a solid bullet just hits the white-clothed army, it will be either dead or wounded. Fortunately, the chances of such a direct hit are not very high. With such casualties, the white-clothed army can fully bear it.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

The shelling of the Ottoman Empire's [***] team became more and more intense, and it was in a posture of completely covering the white-clothed army. More than 500 pieces of artillery kept smashing iron lumps one by one like raindrops on the positions of the white-clothed army. The sky was full of dense black dots. Even with the naked eye, you can see the dirt that splashes up when the solid bullet falls.

From time to time, there is a blunt sound of "dangdang", but it is a solid bullet that falls, and the previous solid bullet collides with each other. The solid bullets hit each other, and you can imagine how dense it is. If the white-clothed army had not dug trenches in advance and made bulletproof preparations, at this time, they would definitely have suffered heavy casualties and scars.

There is no doubt that the artillery under Mahmoud came up with twelve points of strength. They raised the firing speed of the cannon to the apex. At this point, the white army is also ashamed of itself. Those Ottoman artillerymen, one by one, were in full swing and sweating profusely. Their morale is indeed very high. The morale of the entire Ottoman [***] team has always been very high, to the point where it feels a little perverted.

"This Ottoman Empire is really a bit capable! Not to mention anything else, their artillery is quite bad! Such a launch speed is simply unmatched! At the rear of the white-clothed army's position, Zhang Tianhao held up a telescope and muttered to himself.

"Of course, others are old empires, with a longer history than our Ming Empire. They have always pursued a policy of foreign expansion, and their armed forces have been fighting wars for many years, and they have a lot of combat experience, and they are willing to spend a lot of money on the research of various weapons and equipment. Luckily, this place is too far away from their core hinterland, and they can't drag the heavy artillery over, otherwise, it will really not be easy to deal with. Song Bingshu explained with a smile.

Xu Xingxia nodded thoughtfully and said appreciatively: "Insightful." ”

As a time-traveler, he was most familiar with the overall situation of the Ottoman Empire. In other words, the Ottoman Emperor [***] team has always been in the leading position in the world in firearms research. At the beginning of the fifteenth century, almost all of their armies were loaded with muskets. The name Turkish Musketeer is still relatively familiar to later generations. It must be admitted that the Ming Empire at that time, in terms of the popularity of muskets, was inferior to this Ottoman Empire.

If it weren't for the Yueyue gun and the Han-style rifle that Xu Xingxia tossed out, the Lu Mi gun would definitely be the best smoothbore gun at that time. The Ming Empire's own inventions of the Flying Bird Gun, Thunderbolt Gun, Three-Eyed Gun and the like are not as good as this Lumi Gong in terms of comprehensive surname ability. Of course, the cost of Lu Mi Gong is relatively high, and the processing is difficult, and the Ming Empire cannot afford it.

In terms of artillery, the artillery of the Ottoman Emperor [***] team is also quite powerful. From the time of the attack on Constantinople, the Ottoman Empire attached great importance to the research and production of artillery. Currently, they have more than a thousand large-caliber heavy guns. The largest caliber siege artillery with a caliber of more than four hundred millimeters. At the time, it was an absolutely powerful weapon. However, due to geographical and logistical constraints, they were unable to pull the heavy artillery over.

To be honest, if the Ottomans [***] team had brought their heavy artillery to Tirik as well, the White Coats would definitely not have gone head-to-head. Because, those large-caliber heavy artillery, when firing shotguns, can completely cover the positions of the white-clothed army, even if they hide in the trenches, it is not very safe. Only by avoiding the edge of the enemy's artillery can the battle continue.

Of course, this is just a hypothesis, a hypothesis. In fact, if the Ottoman Empire really pulled over the super heavy artillery weighing more than 10,000 catties, it is estimated that the white army will also desperately pull the 1005 mm howitzer over. Anyway, in terms of the quality and quantity of artillery, it is impossible for the white-clothed army to be outnumbered by the enemy too much.

In order to meet the needs of long-term operations, in addition to the 75-mm mountain artillery, the White Clothes Army specially developed a field artillery with a super long range, that is, a 105-mm howitzer. This howitzer takes fifty times the caliber and has a maximum firing range, more than ten kilometers. Such a range is enough to suppress all types of artillery of all enemies.

Seeing that their own artillery fire was so fierce, the morale of those fanatics suddenly boiled to the peak again. They were already running fast, and now they are running even faster. There are a handful of fanatics who are very lucky, and they have entered the range of about a hundred meters. At this range, their Rumis guns can also fire.

"Chirp!"

"Chirp!"

The gunshots were a little sharp, a little sharp.

Probably because of the small caliber, the gunfire of the Lu Mi gun and the gunfire of the Han-style rifle are completely different and can be easily distinguished. With the firing of the Lu Mi gun, small projectiles continued to pass over the heads of the white-clothed soldiers, or hit the sand in front of the trench. Because the white-clothed army dug a trench, and the soldiers were lying on the edge of the trench to shoot, the probability of Lu Mi hitting was very low.

On the contrary, those fanatics are closer to the white-clothed army, and the counterattack they suffer is naturally greater, and the casualties are also greater. At a distance of about a hundred meters, the hit rate of the Han-style rifle, that is quite high. Those fanatics who rushed up in line were more eye-catching than the targets on the shooting range in the eyes of the soldiers in white. If you can't hit the target at this distance, you can only say that the shooting level is too bad.

At this time, the one who shines is naturally the sharpshooter of the white-clothed army. In the face of such a target, they simply do not need any aiming action, they only need to raise the muzzle of the gun, and they can accurately hit the target. The chance of missing is almost non-existent.

For them, the only obstacle is to pull the bolt and reload the bullet. No matter how skillful their movements are, these two movements must waste a certain amount of time. If there were automatic rifles, it is estimated that their record will be even more brilliant.

One bullet after another kept whistling away, knocking all the swarms to the ground. The closer you get, the more fanatics fall. However, the fanatics behind still rushed up without fear of death. There are too many of them. Even if the front dies in waves and waves, the back still swarms. Precious lives, in the face of fanatical religious beliefs, become so insignificant that they are not worth mentioning.

On the side of the white-clothed army, all the gunners outside the reserve have been mobilized to the front, and they continue to shoot at those fanatics. A lot of troops, and also grenades are ready. As soon as the fanatics are within thirty meters, grenades are used to greet them. To deal with the crowd tactics of the fanatics, large-scale killing is the fundamental way. Since mortars can't fire for the time being, they can only use grenades.

"These guys, what freaks! It's as if they're all rushing to die! Can't they just think about whether their death is worthwhile? Their commander, as if he really regarded them as cannon fodder, didn't care at all! It's a shame that they're still so stupid! Zhang Tianhao said with emotion.

Such a battle is almost a one-sided slaughter. The damage done by the fanatics to the White Coats can be said to be minimal. And the blow to them by the white-clothed army was very heavy. Thousands of Han-style rifles were constantly fired, and the lives taken away were all calculated in thousands. In a few moments, in front of the position of the white-clothed army, the corpses of a large number of fanatics had begun to pile up layer upon layer.

(To be continued)