Under the impact of the shells, all the gravel and hard soil, even the mud lumps the size of the little finger, all splashed up at high speed and exploded in all directions. 【】For men and horses, they are absolutely deadly weapons. It only takes one shell to explode, and people and things within a radius of five feet around it will be blasted beyond recognition.

Those fanatics don't have any armor on them. The robes on their bodies can only block the eyes and heat, and have no protective effect against shrapnel, gravel, hard soil, and debris. As long as it is hit, it is the result of either death or injury. Judging from the effect of the explosion of the shell, it is several times larger than the explosion just now.

Such a huge contrast suddenly made all the fanatics confused. This time, they were utterly chaotic. In the chaos, there were also a large number of casualties. There are constantly people falling, and there are constantly war horses falling. The Gobi Desert in front of the entire oasis has become a slaughterhouse. All fanatics are being tested by death. If you are unlucky, you will be eliminated in this test.

"What's going on?"

"How so?"

The people watching the battle behind were all dumbfounded.

The huge contrast between the artillery fire in front and behind the white-clothed army also confused them.

Just now, I thought that the white-clothed army was exhausted and had no means to deal with the fanatics, but unexpectedly, in the blink of an eye, the artillery of the white-clothed army began to be fierce again. Not only is it ferocious, it's just starting to be perverted. Under the heavy artillery fire of the white-clothed army, all the fanatics were like groups of people going up to die. Every explosion of a shell takes the lives of several, if not a dozen, of fanatics.

In front of the bubbling blood, in front of the yellow sand flying in the sky, and in the face of the earth-shattering screams, people's lives are definitely the most vulnerable. They are like the tiniest ants, easily trampled to death. Occasionally, the wind blew, slightly blowing away the smoke and dust flying all over the sky, and all those behind could see were corpses everywhere and white robes that had become stained with blood. Countless white robes were blown up by the wind, as if they were prayer flags for Tibetans.

By this time, Abdullah Tifu and others finally knew how to classify mortars into the category of artillery. In their minds, there was no other weapon other than the cannon that was so powerful. They estimated that the white-clothed army must have used some kind of new, high-power artillery. Otherwise, the artillery fire would not have been so fierce. However, no matter how they observed, they could not observe where the cannons of the white-clothed army were hiding.

The oasis occupied by the white-clothed army has lower terrain than the surrounding Gobi Desert. And the mortar position, again set up near the spring, is almost the lowest point of the entire oasis. Therefore, from the outside of the oasis, the presence of mortars is not visible at all. This inevitably made Abdullatif and others suspicious. How did the White Coats bring artillery over the Flaming Mountain?

In their minds, artillery and other weapons are very bulky. Not to mention the use of human dragging, even the use of animal power to drag, is also a very difficult thing. Especially in places where the roads are rough and undulating, transporting artillery is simply a fantasy. And as far as they knew, the terrain on the Flame Mountain was definitely the worst of the terrain they knew. It is simply impossible to transport cannons in the Flaming Mountains.

However, no matter how subconsciously they felt that it was impossible, anyway, the facts were in front of them, and the white-clothed army had forcibly transported weapons such as cannons across the Flaming Mountain and appeared in front of them. This alone made them feel very scary. Because, if the white-clothed army carried artillery, even if they wanted to defend Turpan, it would be impossible. The walls of Turpan can't withstand shelling at all!

"It's impossible......" Abdul Rain muttered to himself.

As the governor of Turpan, Abdul Rayin is the last thing he wants to see, and it is estimated that this is the scene. The White Army not only has a powerful musket, but also a powerful artillery, how can he be an opponent of the White Army? Tens of thousands of fanatics went to trouble the white-clothed army, but they all hung up, where is the small number of troops under his command?

With such a fierce artillery fire, it is estimated that three times and two blows will be able to wipe out the city of Turpan. In fact, such ferocious artillery fire is simply not something that the flesh and blood of the human body can stop. If he didn't know how to be interested, it is estimated that he hadn't even seen Xu Xingxia's face, and he would have been blown to pieces by the fierce artillery fire, and there would be no corpse.

At this moment, deep in his heart, he already regretted that he should not have fallen for the evil of Rosalind and Mathatini and assisted them in trouble. The two of them are people with big backgrounds. In case the battle fails, the two of them pat their butts at most, go back to the Western Regions, and leave the mess to clean up by themselves. Other people's backgrounds are strong, even if the white-clothed army fights the Three Kingdoms of the Western Regions, it is estimated that they will have the opportunity to escape all the way to the Mediterranean.

However, when the battle was over, the kingdom of Yarkand was finished. It is said that Xu Xingxia is a very cautious guy, and he will repay him, and whoever offends him will not be beneficial. If he is really angry, he will definitely dismember the Yarkand Kingdom. And the high-level leaders of the Yarkand Kingdom will also be completely killed. In other words, the number of big people who were killed by Xu Xingxia is indeed a bit much.

That's a terrible question. Moreover, they still do not know where the solution is. The White Army, they can't afford to offend. However, the behemoth of the West, they also seem to be unable to offend. This time, there were a lot of fanatics brought by Rosalind and Mathatini. In case they make trouble in the Yarkand Kingdom and make trouble, they are afraid that it will not be easy to deal with!

"No way!"

"It can't go on like this!"

"They must be sent up to speed!"

Suddenly, Masatini screamed hysterically.

The sudden counterattack of the white army made Mashatini's emotions completely out of control.

I only saw that in the midst of the waves of explosions, the cavalry of the fanatics were like small sampans tumbling in the stormy waves of the sea, constantly falling. Originally, in the eyes of Mashatini, they were very powerful, but in the face of the artillery fire of the white-clothed army, they were as vulnerable as ants. As long as a cannonball falls, the fanatics are hordes of dead and wounded.

The fanatics who rushed the fastest suffered the heaviest casualties. Zhou Weihong, the ones they want to kill are also fanatics who rush to the forefront. Because, from a tactical point of view, those fanatics who rush to the front are the most ferocious. They are the backbone of the fanatics, the elite of the elite. Killing them can greatly weaken the combat power of the fanatic, and can also effectively reduce the luck of the fanatic.

"Put!"

"Put it as fast as you can!"

Zhou Weihong kept shouting back and forth in a hoarse voice.

When the mortar is fired, it produces a large amount of white smoke. These white smoke contain a strong smell of gunpowder. More than 100 mortars were continuously fired, and the white smoke in the air condensed and penetrated each other, and finally became a white expanse, which could not be blown away. The strong smell of gunpowder wafting through the air was suffocating.

In order to prevent suffocation, part of the artillery fighters had to cover their noses with wet towels and breathe with difficulty. But what if they have to spare their hands to use mortars? So he simply wrapped a wet towel around his face. When I can't bear it anymore, I open my mouth and breathe. As a result, the smell of gunpowder and dust, together poured into the throat. That feeling of dryness can make people pass out in the first place.

In fact, it is true that there are a small number of artillery fighters who can't withstand such a harsh environment, and suddenly, without saying a word, they directly pass out. The warriors of the chasseurs hurriedly dragged them outside, to the vicinity of the spring, poured water on their faces, and gave them artificial respiration, and did everything they could to save them.

Generally speaking, with the help of medical soldiers, there is no danger to the soldiers who have passed out in a coma. However, there are exceptions to everything. If there is a mixture of coma and heat stroke, it is more troublesome. In fact, due to a combination of factors, less than half an hour after the battle began, three of Zhou Weihong's men were already unconscious. No one can guarantee that they will come to their senses in the future.

"Shoot the guns, don't worry about anything else." Xu Xingxia said calmly.

At this time, as the supreme commander, the last thing you need is mercy. Kindness can only be manifested on the usual training ground. To be merciful at this time is to be cruel to other warriors. If the battle is lost, not a single white-coat army will survive. Only victory is the greatest mercy. Everything else will have to wait until the enemy is destroyed. No matter what the unexpected happens, the firing of mortars, can not be stopped. You can't stop for a moment.

In fact, the soldiers of the mortar army, with their hardship and patience, created a huge record for the white-clothed army. Every shell they fired had no chance of missing. As long as the shells explode, at least several fanatics will be reimbursed. No matter how dense, fierce, and fearless the ranks of fanatics once were, they slowly became thinner under the indiscriminate bombardment of cannonballs.

No one knows how many people were killed by the fanatics. All they could see was corpses all over the place, and there was a mess of debris everywhere. A large amount of blood gushed out and disappeared into the dry Gobi Desert. The Gobi Desert here may never have absorbed so much blood. It is certain that next year, the land here will be redder than this year.

(To be continued)