The corpses of the people who had been overturned were constantly flying in the air. The tremendous power of the shells shattered them all and shattered them, making them completely unrecognizable. If there is still a little bit of robes left on their bodies, it is definitely God's mercy. Of course, it is not for nothing that there are no scars on the outside, but the internal organs are shattered alive. They really didn't have any scars on their bodies except for the bleeding of the seven orifices.

The Gobi Desert, which has been flipped upside down, has been flipped over countless times. The stones that were splashed up continued to splash. Even a stone that has already been driven into a human body will be splashed out again after a violent explosion, looking for a target to hit again. The large stones, after repeated bombardments, turned into smaller pieces of stones, covering a larger area.

And the various bones of the personnel and the body of the war horse have also become deadly weapons. Skull, ribs, sternum, hand bones, foot bones...... All of them, after being splashed, are no less powerful than the fragments of mortar shells. As long as others are hit by them, the consequences can be imagined. Xu Xingxia saw with his own eyes from the telescope that some fanatics were directly smashed by a horse's leg. As for the people who were killed by the splashed docks, there were even more.

As for the broken flagpole, the broken bow and arrow, the broken musket, the broken spear, the broken scimitar, etc., after being blown up, the lethality is certainly not under the shrapnel. These weapons and equipment were originally used against the white-clothed army. But now, they're all being used against the fanatics themselves. Countless fanatics have died under their splashes.

Even, even the corpse of the war horse was blown up alive, flying in mid-air, unwilling to fall for a long time. It is conceivable how much power is needed to blow up a war horse of several hundred catties into the air. But, with a constant explosion, it did. All this, in the eyes of Mashatini, is like the legendary Asura Hell.

It's bloody, it's horrible. Marthatini was sure she had never seen such a bloody scene. Well, to be precise, I have never seen my own troops beaten so badly. If it's a massacre of others, that's a different story. When it comes to slaughtering people, Mathatini never feels bloody.

"Quick!"

"Brothers, hurry up!"

"Keep it up! Brothers, everyone else is watching us! ”

"Our artillerymen will be the masters of the battlefield in the future! In the future, no one will be our opponent! In the future, whoever sees us will tremble......"

Zhou Weihong was in the artillery position, shouting hoarsely back and forth. His throat was hoarse because he had inhaled too much dust and too much gunsmoke. However, he still insisted on peace. At his shouting, the artillery fighters raised the rate of mortar fire to an alarming degree. Almost every three seconds, a mortar is fired. With such a powerful rate of fire, it is simply a fanatic's nightmare.

Due to the speed at which the shells were fired too fast, a hint of dark red had appeared on the surface of the barrels of some mortars. This is caused by excessive heating of the barrel. Shooting next to the Flaming Mountain, the temperature of the barrel rises very quickly. If you continue to fire, the barrel will start to turn red and start to deform. Fortunately, Zhou Weihong and the others were also prepared, and there was a large basin of clean water next to them, and they could just use the water to cool it.

The shells that had been piled up were quickly emptied. The fighters who were responsible for transporting the shells hurriedly carried a large number of shell boxes off the backs of camels or war horses and delivered them to the mortars one by one. The weight of each mortar is about seven catties. A box of mortar shells, a total of six rounds. Combined with the weight of the wooden box, it is almost forty-five pounds. Many fighters came over with two boxes in their arms.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

The mortars of the white-clothed army are simply crazy.

One by one, the shells kept coming out of the chamber, whistling and smashing down into the ranks of the fanatics, regardless of the three-seven-twenty-one, they exploded first. As a result, those fanatics were blown to death. Many people don't know what's going on at all, and they are already unconscious. After dozens of rounds of shells, most of the fanatics were dead.

The horsemanship of these fanatics, and the cavalry of Turpan, are not at the same level at all. They can only control horses effectively under normal circumstances, but not in special cases. After suffering a frenzied counterattack, many of them began to lose control of the war horses under their crotches. If you can't effectively control the war horse under the crotch, it will inevitably lead to confusion, and everyone will be in a mess. Some people even threw away their own weapons in order to control their horses with their hands.

In the panic, they didn't want to think about it, if they didn't have weapons, even if they managed to rush in front of the white-clothed army, what was the use? As a result, their panic led to a delay in the pace of the attack. They had more time, and more of their companions, exposed to the artillery fire of the White Army. And in such a situation, the longer the exposure to the artillery fire of the white-clothed army, the greater the threat of death. They can die at any moment.

The confusion of the fanatics made the Turpan cavalry behind him hesitate. Their horse control skills are still quite good. Finding that the situation was not right, they immediately stopped their horses and observed the situation first. As a result, they saw up close that countless fanatics were easily crushed like fireflies in the dark. After a cannonball, the earth-shattering explosion disappeared.

However, due to the poor skill of controlling the horse, the other fanatics still kept rushing forward, like moths to a fire. Maybe the moths are also afraid of death, but they can no longer control themselves, and they can only continue to pounce forward knowing that they are going to die. Many of them had actually tripped over the corpses of their companions' horses. As a result, the shells of the white-clothed army followed, covering them. And then...... There is no then.

The shells of the white-clothed army are really too powerful and too ferocious. The Turpan cavalry could not imagine what would happen if the shells fell on their own ranks. The ranks of those fanatics are simply stuck in a boiling cauldron and may die at any moment. In this boiling whirlpool, individual force and bravery are insignificant.

So, very consciously, subconsciously, and invariably, all the Turpan cavalry opened up the distance between them and the fanatics. They kept encouraging the fanatics around them to keep pushing forward, but they didn't move. In any case, they will not be within range of the shells of the White Army. Unless it's they themselves who want to die.

This battle with the white-clothed army, for the vast majority of the Turpan cavalry, was purely unwarranted. Many Turpan cavalry felt that it was not worth it at all to take the initiative to fight the white-clothed army for the sake of these fanatics. They don't get much out of the fanatics, and it's not worth it to give up their lives. Those companions who died in the Black Wind River were really wronged. They shouldn't have died at all.

The political characteristics of the Yarkand Kingdom can be described in two words, that is, riding the wall. The wind blows the grass on the wall, and whichever side is stronger will fall down. When the Tatars were strong, they took refuge in the Tatars. Mo Yuegen also controlled the Yarkand Kingdom for a while. When others are strong, they can also take refuge in others. Even if this other person is a white-clothed army, it doesn't matter. Is it humiliating to take refuge in the White Army? Of course not!

However, due to the presence of fanatics, they were forced to make enemies of the White Army. Because, the backstage of these fanatics has put a lot of pressure on them. If they don't help the fanatics, they are likely to suffer from the zealots. Honestly, idiots know that it's all about expediency. If the combat effectiveness of the white-clothed army is only an average level, then that's it. However, the combat effectiveness of the white-clothed army is so powerful!

The situation has changed unexpectedly, and they need to weigh it up. They can be 100% sure that if they do rush up, there will be absolutely no chance of coming back. It is estimated that none of those fanatics will be able to come back under the counterattack of the white-clothed army. They all fell in pieces, and it would be strange if they had the opportunity to come back.

Abdullatif suddenly glanced quietly at Abdullain.

Abdul Rayin nodded understandingly, indicating that he understood, and then slowly rode his horse back, and disappeared after a while. Rosalind and Marthatini, both concerned about the situation at the front, were completely oblivious to Abdul Rain's sudden disappearance. But the corner of Ma Heima's eyes noticed. At first, he was a little dazed. Soon, however, he was suddenly shaken, and seemed to understand something, and then quietly rode his horse backwards, and disappeared with him.

"What kind of weapon is this? Can anyone tell me what kind of weapons the White Coats use? What kind of cannon is this? How easily can it be transported from the Flaming Mountain? Rosalind asked with a frown, as she looked at the battlefield carefully.

This question has been held in her heart for a long, long time, and she has not asked it until now. She really wanted to know how the cannons used by the White Army were constructed and transported. How could they transport heavy cannons from the Flaming Mountain? That's a weapon that weighs thousands of pounds! It was already very difficult to transport on flat roads, let alone on the rugged and steep Flaming Mountains.

The Ottoman Empire was originally a country that attached great importance to firearms. The Lumi gun they are equipped with is one of the best smoothbore guns in the surname. The Turkish Musketeers, even in later Age of Empires games, are quite famous. However, even so, Rosalind had not heard of what kind of artillery could be transported on rough and steep mountain roads in the Ottoman Turkish Empire. It's impossible!

It's just a pity that there is no one to answer. In fact, this question has been asked by many people. Unfortunately, there has been no answer. They have only a few adjectives for their feelings about this weapon, that is, vicious, murderous, and no one has a surname...... Well, they have never seen such a powerful weapon, it can only be described as such.

It was with such a weapon that the white-clothed army used to blast the Black Wind River away. Now, they are using such weapons against fanatics, which is simply too vicious. This is a blatant bullying fanatic who has no cannon. I knew it earlier, so I brought the cannon too. In the Ottoman Turkish Empire, some of them were cannons, but it was quite difficult to transport.

"Even if there are no artillery, we will continue to fight!"

Marthatini screamed viciously. Due to excessive anger and excessive consternation, her originally very beautiful cheeks involuntarily distorted a little. The more ferocious the white-clothed army fought and behaved, the stronger the fear she hid in her heart became. She already felt that her heart seemed to tremble.

If Xu Xingxia is allowed to win in the end, the white-clothed army is victorious, and the slut of Sawanna is victorious, the fate of her Masatini can be imagined. She couldn't imagine what would happen to her if she really failed.

"Rush forward! Kill them! Marthatini cried through gritted teeth.

Under her constant orders, the remaining fanatics threw themselves into the battlefield. The female guards around Mathatini were all sent to the front line by her. They were indeed the most devout of the Christians, completely ignoring the ferocious artillery fire of the white-clad army. They are like a bunch of thoughtless wooden people, who only know how to move forward blindly until they are killed.

Rosalind originally felt that such an attack was almost meaningless. The artillery fire of the white-clothed army, so ferocious, could not be solved by increasing the number of troops at all. The more people you send, the more you will be killed. There is simply no way to change this. However, since Marthatini was so insistent, she could not say anything.

In addition, subconsciously, she also felt that if the White Army won the final victory, the fate of her and Mathatini would be very miserable. She and Mathatini thought about how to deal with Sawanna, and surely Sawanna would do the same to them. For the sake of her own safety, she had no choice but to silently let those fanatics go up and send them to death.

…… Zhang Tianhao held up the binoculars and said with emotion: "Obediently, it's terrible, the future battles will be Zhou Weihong's world." They are simply representatives of the Grim Reaper. There is no more murderous person in the world than them. Without so many mortars, it would not be easy to wipe out all the twenty or thirty thousand fanatics. ”

After a slight pause, Zhang Tianhao said again: "Hey, my lord, do you think that those fanatics are simply walking dead." They knew that they would rush up like this, and they would only be sent to death in vain, but there was still no one left! Their commander didn't know what to think, so he had to kill all his men. ”

(To be continued)