(0707) In the chasers, there are a considerable number of warriors, and the marksmanship is good. At a distance of 200 meters, if all the conditions are right, the hit rate is still quite high. Generally speaking, one out of five bullets should hit the target accurately. Of course, this requires the shooter to have a good pair of eyes, and it also requires them to have good mental qualities.

After entering the 150 meters, the number of Jianyu fell even more. At this distance, a considerable number of chasseur warriors have the possibility of hitting the enemy. The trajectory of the Han-style rifle, at a distance of four hundred meters, is quite stable. Basically, two out of five bullets fired should hit the target. If you use 10 rounds of ammunition, you will not be eligible to join the Chasseur if you cannot score more than 90 rings on a 100-meter target.

When the distance was shortened to a hundred meters, the impact of Jianyu was almost a blow of destruction. At this distance, the average chaser warrior has more than ninety percent certainty of concentrating on others. Of the five bullets, three should hit the target. You know, the chasers themselves are the elite selected from other units, and they have no recruits. Even the "recruits" who have just been replenished into the Chasseur are all veterans of the battlefield.

The Jian, who participated in the attack, did not adapt to the fighting style of the white-clothed army at all. When they charged, they almost always straightened up. Some of them even straightened their bodies too straight. There are actually two purposes for this. One is archery for more aspects. Only by straightening your body can you shoot the arrow farther. The other is to show his bravery, to show his fearlessness of death, and to show his contempt for the white-clothed army.

They didn't realize at all that this kind of upright behavior, in front of the Han-style rifle, was basically a humanoid target, and a clever gunner, even with his eyes closed, could hit them. As a result, the more fierce, the more heroic, and the more fearless the Jian, the faster he often dies. Their huge bodies had to fall to the ground as soon as they were hit by a bullet. Someone stubbornly tried to get up, but as a result, was hit by more bullets.

In the face of such a captivity, the white-clothed army obviously did not have any pressure. The way they shot was even more relaxed than on the training ground. On the training ground, they often have to shoot hundreds of bullets in one go, and they are too tired to do so. But here, you don't feel tired at all. The excitement of fighting can eliminate a lot of fatigue.

However, Mao Wenlong, Kong Youde, Liu Xingzhi and other Ming troops were defeated, and at the beginning, they were obviously a little nervous. It was the first time they had participated in such a battle, once again face to face with the murderous Tartars. To say that they are not nervous is absolutely impossible. The shadow of Jianyu in their hearts is still very strong. If it weren't for the white-clothed army beside them, they would have already figured out a way to slip away when they saw so many captives flocking up.

It wasn't until they found that those murderous prisoners had fallen like wheat under the guns of the white-clothed army, and their hearts gradually quieted down. After witnessing the battle of the White Army, they finally believed that the White Army was truly invincible. It is definitely not an accident that the white-clothed army was able to pack up so many prisoners before. In front of the muskets of the white-clothed army, Jian Yu had no chance to get close at all. The closest Jianyu to the white-clothed army is also about 20 zhang. This distance is insurmountable.

"Damn it!"

Amin couldn't help but curse stupidly.

He also saw that something was wrong in the back, and his face suddenly became even more gloomy.

The proud foot archers of the Dajin Army have no chance to play in front of the muskets of the white-clothed army. Many of his outstanding foot archers were killed by the muskets of the white-clad army before they could fire their arrows. Among them, there are also a number of white pendulum tooth horns. Their death made Amin feel abnormally heartbroken. These are all elites with blue flags. Without them, the combat effectiveness of the blue flag would have been weakened by at least half.

However, Amin never gave the order to retreat. If the battle had just begun, he would have retreated his troops, which would obviously show that the Dajin Army was not an opponent of the White Army, which would have been a huge blow to the morale of the troops. Since the release of the Seven Hatreds and the Rising Army, the Dajin Army has never done such a thing as retreating. Even if it is death, the first wave of attacks must be continued. Morale must be maintained.

At the same time, subconsciously, Amin is also giving an explanation to Nurhachi. These two Niu Lu's big gold army were sent to death purely for the sake of the Babu Sea. Later, if someone asks about it, Amin can also explain that in order to save the Babu Sea, the blue flag has paid a considerable price. Two of the warriors of the Great Golden Army of Niu Lu were killed in battle. Only in this way can we block the mouths of others. Of course, the price of two Niu Lu may not be enough.

Amin had no intention of withdrawing his troops, and Luge naturally did not dare to withdraw his troops. He stared at the back, not allowing any of the Dajin troops to retreat from the front. He held the bow and stood at the back of the line, staring at his men in front of him. His movements showed in the ** naked that whoever withdrew would be shot directly by his bow and arrows. As a result, the two Niu Lu's Dajin troops could only rush forward desperately, and even if they were killed, they did not dare to retreat.

Under the strafing fire of the white-clothed army, most of the more than 400 Dajin troops who rushed up were quickly wiped out. Outside the Yangguan Fort, there were corpses of Jianguan everywhere. Scattered bows and arrows, scattered scimitars, scattered flags, everywhere. The blood that flowed from the corpse continued to flow and converge along the low-lying places of the battlefield, forming streams that flowed mightily, and finally extended to Amin and the others.

Such a scene is actually very common on the battlefield in Liaodong. It's just that before, those who fell to the ground were all Ming troops from Liaodong. The scattered flags are also the ones of the Ming army in Liaodong. In the previous battles, the Ming army in Liaodong was only slaughtered in front of the murderous Dajin army. The entire Liaodong region is full of Han blood. But this time, it was reversed, and it was the turn of Jianyu's banner to fall. The blood of the Jurchens flowed on the ground.

Amin and the high-level officials of the Dajin Army around him looked very gloomy when they saw their subordinates constantly falling. The taste of being beaten is indeed very, very uncomfortable! How can these damn white-clad soldiers, the muskets they use, be so strong? The combat effectiveness of the Liaodong Ming Army, compared with the white-clothed army, is simply inferior to scum!

The remaining half of the Jianyu found that the situation was not right, and hurriedly retreated. They are human beings after all. No matter how fierce a person is to die, after falling into a desperate situation, he will collapse. This small part of Jianyu has already had a nervous breakdown. Their companions had all fallen under the guns of the white-clothed army. The instinct to survive tells them that only by retreating can there be a glimmer of survival.

"Bastard!"

"Who told you to withdraw it?"

"Hurry up and get me back! Do you hear that? Hurry back! ”

Ruger in the back was suddenly furious. These bastards, who didn't get the order to retreat, actually retreated back without permission, and they were simply looking for death. He ran up with a bow and arrows. He was determined to use iron-blooded means to stop the collapse of his men. Seeing that his subordinates did not stop the pace of dispersion, he was furious. Without thinking, he bent his bow and arrows and shot one of the fastest Dajin sergeants to death.

"Bang!"

Suddenly, a dull gunshot rang out.

Ruger in the distance, his body shook and he was unsteady on his feet, so he fell directly.

But it was Zhang Nai who shot and knocked Lu Ge over with one shot. Zhang Nai's marksmanship has always been good. He is young, has a clear surname, has a strong ability to comprehend, a strong ability to accept, a strong ability to learn, and is a ranger, and has a very unique talent in shooting. In fact, those who can stand out among the chasseurs and become officers must have a very high quality. Otherwise, the soldiers below will not be convinced of you at all.

At that time, the construction of the army was not as professional as that of later generations, and the idea that soldiers regarded obedience to orders as their duty had not yet spread, let alone penetrated into the minds of every soldier. Superiors must lead their subordinates, command their subordinates to do things, and let their subordinates carry out their orders to the letter, and in many cases, they have to rely on their own prestige and strength.

If your own prestige and strength are insufficient, the subordinates are very likely to disobey you, or even openly disobey you. It seems that Chen Hai before wanted to order Xu Xingxia to do things, but Xu Xingxia didn't like him at all. Why? Because Xu Xingxia is much stronger than him. Even if he wants to enforce military discipline, he doesn't have enough strength. The more troubled the times, the more difficult it is to enforce military discipline. Once he didn't get it right, he killed Xu Xingxia instead.

Moreover, the Han-style rifle used by Zhang Nai is also equipped with a quadruple scope, which can be regarded as the most primitive sniper rifle. At a distance of more than two hundred meters, it was not difficult to kill Ruger. If it weren't for the lack of accuracy of the barrel of the Han-style rifle, he could even shoot from more than 300 meters away and directly kill the target. If this distance is a little farther away, it can even envelop Amin himself.

Amin witnessed Ruge's death and immediately lost control of his emotions. He had already sacrificed two Niu Lu, but he had not obtained any results, which made him feel very aggrieved. More and more anger was accumulating in his heart, as if he had put a powder keg that would explode at any moment. And Ruger's death can be said to have ignited the powder keg in his heart. He said angrily: "Bai Keming, you go and take over Lu Ge's command!" Mobilize all three of the other bulls! Be sure to kill them! ”

Bai Keming didn't dare to slack off, and hurriedly agreed.

Soon, there were more Jianyu infantry, shouting and rushing towards Yangguan Fort, Mao Wenlong said with some surprise: "What's wrong with Jianyu today?" Keep sending people up to die? Feeling like you're taking the wrong medicine? Could it be that they feel that their army is a bit too large and want to reduce it a little? This doesn't seem to be Amin's conducting style! ”

Xu Xingxia said casually: "He misjudged the situation and thought he could defeat us." ”

No matter how ferocious the attack was, the counterattack of the white-clothed army was orderly and orderly. The soldiers of the Chasseurs were lying on top of the wall, concentrating on aiming and shooting. In their eyes, today's battle is not like a real battlefield, but like a well-set training ground. The Jianyu who rushed up one by one were carefully set up moving humanoid targets. They all shot with the intention of shooting at the target.

"Bang bang bang!"

"Bang bang bang!"

Bursts of violent gunfire rang out, and Jianyu kept falling.

On such terrain, all the captives are living targets to be shot.

Xu Xingxia held the binoculars and looked at the battlefield casually. After a while, he put the telescope down. The sound of gunshots in his ears shook the sky, and he actually wanted to sleep. There is no way, Amin's command level is a bit lower than Xu Xingxia's original expectations. Such a level of combat made Xu Xingxia feel a little drowsy. It's boring, it's really boring.

If you want to say that the most envious, it must be Mao Wenlong, Kong Youde, and Liu Xingzhi. At this time, they can be said to admire the white-clothed army so much that they can't describe it in words. The originally extremely ferocious Tartar, in front of the white-clothed army, was simply muddy, and it shattered when it was struck. They are even more fragile than porcelain dolls.

No matter how tall the Tartars are, no matter how agile their movements are, no matter how skilled their archery is, no matter how strong their hand-to-hand combat skills are, a bullet flying through them can knock them to the ground. A bullet the size of a little finger is the nemesis of these most ferocious captives. If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, Mao Wenlong would never have believed that there were times when the Tartars were ruthlessly slaughtered.

"Try it too!"

Xu Xingxia casually handed a Chinese-style rifle to Mao Wenlong.

The work of the Han-style rifle is simply a fool's will. It is to pull the bolt back, then aim, pull the trigger, pull the bolt again, and so on. The most important thing is to aim. Whether or not you can hit the enemy depends on whether you actually aim at the enemy. In the battle just now, Mao Wenlong and the others had already seen all the procedures very clearly. After receiving the Han-style rifle, they don't need to be taught at all, they can do it themselves.

Mao Wenlong pulled the bolt, pushed the bullet to load, and aimed the muzzle crosshair at the Jianyu in front, and then pulled the trigger hard. In fact, the trigger of the Han-style rifle is very flexible, and a light press is enough. It's just that Mao Wenlong used a Han-style rifle for the first time, and he was a little excited, and his strength was used. The result of using a lot of strength is that the muzzle of the gun comes to the stage and the bullets fly. Of course, Mao Wenlong didn't know all this.

"Bang!"

Deafening gunshots rang out.

Mao Wenlong's eardrums were buzzing.

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