With this shot, the Mongols were almost defeated. Fully thousands of people were killed.
Thirty-five hundred rounds of lead bullets, compact firing, caused thousands of casualties in one go.
Tuxie Tuhan's gray eyes rolled, and he instantly understood that his tribe was finished.
Ever since the young man named Yang Fan defeated the Mongols in Monan, he has been worried all day long. The milk tea no longer tasted sweet when he drank it, and the girl's body no longer made him feel warm.
He knew that Mongolia's crisis was coming. To be more precise, the crisis of the Mongolian nobles is coming.
He has already heard about the master Narenbaat'er. He doesn't want nobility, just herdsmen.
This made the princes, Jinong, Taiji, Nayan, and herders on the grassland panic, and they were so scared that they could not stop being afraid. Even if you want to surrender, there is no way out.
Khalkha's strength is far inferior to that of Monan.
After all, the Tumuts are a large tribe that competes with the Chahars for leadership of Mongolia. The Khalkhas have always been a peripheral tribe. This is a forgotten corner.
Just better than the Buryats. Even the degree of isolation exceeds that of the Tuva people in Tangnu Ulianghai.
Therefore, the Tumut people sent envoys to come to him, preparing to unite against Yang Fan. He agreed immediately.
The old wolf is the smartest wolf, otherwise he would not have the chance to live to old age on the grassland.
The reason why he can live to this age is because he never gets emotional when doing things. Instead, make the most correct choice calmly.
He saw clearly that these Han people could defeat him even with their camel cavalry.
Because the shouts of killing all around have stopped, there is no need to ask. Every camp was captured. He had lost everything except the less than 20,000 cavalry in his hands.
Now, these people of the Ming Dynasty sometimes use camel cannons and sometimes use dismounted infantry. Just practicing with his tribe. Just like a good cat catching a mouse, let it run a few steps and then catch it.
He closed his eyes in pain. Heart-breaking pain.
This is his foundation. It's family territory. It is the land passed down to him by his ancestors.
And now he must give it all up. Because no matter how late it is, it will be impossible to escape.
He winked at his son-in-law and son. At this time, the latter had already been frightened by the power of artillery fire and flintlock guns and turned pale. They understood what he meant instantly. Everyone immediately slowed down their horses.
His son Kuokuo immediately shouted: "Come on, charge forward. If you kill a Han man, you will be promoted to one rank. You will be rewarded with a horse and two women. The slaves will be regular soldiers, and the regular soldiers will be captains of ten."
The Mongolian, who was beaten to the point of collapse, immediately had bloodshot eyes.
Here, it is basically impossible to achieve a class jump. Bloodline has fixed everything. This is also the reason why the Mongols lost the fighting ability of their ancestors.
No one will fight to the death without benefit.
Countless shepherd slaves had red eyes, shouting and rushing forward like crazy.
They wanted too much to change their status as slaves. They slept in sheep pens and ate wild vegetables. They didn't even have a decent leather robe. They were covered with simple sheepskins.
As long as they become serious soldiers, they can change everything.
Suddenly, the Mongols' morale suddenly rose.
They bypassed the fallen war horses and corpses in front of them, whipped the horses again, and used spurs to stimulate the horses' abdomens, causing the horses to run forward in pain.
At this time, the shooters in the first row of rifles exchanged their rifles, took aim, and fired again. Mechanical like a machine. From a Mongolian perspective, these people are rigid and rigid, performing highly consistent movements.
Bang bang bang! There was another dense rain of bullets.
Two people load and one fires.
Compressed the firing time to less than ten seconds. That's enough time for six shots in one minute. The bullets were so dense that there was one every half meter.
Napoleon's elite cavalry, the front of a cavalryman is at least one meter. He had a chance to get shot twice.
The Mongolian formation is more loose, with one cavalryman and another cavalryman separated by three meters. But there are also cavalry behind them. If the bullets cannot hit the people in front, they will hit the people behind.
The front of the Mongols was once again shaved off. Thousands of people fell down again, and a large number of war horses fell to the ground neighing.
The Mongols were already red-eyed at this time. Muster up the courage to control the horse to jump over these corpses and dead horses, and continue to move forward.
The fusiliers exchanged their loaded rifles again and opened fire again.
The Mongols were going crazy, and they rushed forward one after another. He quickly rushed within fifty meters.
They were then greeted by two volleys of gunfire.
Fifty meters seemed to be a limit, and several attacks were blocked by intensive shooting.
Because this distance has reached the precise shooting range of a flintlock gun.
At this distance, aiming is very effective. Although the chamber of Yang Fan's rifle is a smoothbore gun, the chamber made of steel tube has very high accuracy. Shooting accuracy is also guaranteed.
And uses sub-caliber Mini bullets. The lead bullet is cylindrical with a concave butt. Driven by gunpowder gas, the soft lead will automatically expand to seal the barrel.
Come and try it quickly. 】
At this distance, the sight on the barrel acts as an aiming aid. Basically a well-trained shooter can hit the enemy he is aiming at.
This greatly improves the hit rate, which is equivalent to increasing the firepower density.
Fifty meters became an insurmountable line between life and death. As long as the Mongols impact on this line, they will fall to the ground under the intensive volley of guns.
The accumulation of dead horses and corpses further prevented subsequent attacks. Greatly delayed the cavalry's attack.
General Kortu ordered the horns to be blown, signaling a desperate charge.
At this time, he knew very well that if he was discouraged, everyone who fell on the charge would die in vain. There is no value.
I rushed a few more times, but couldn't get up at all. It just expanded the casualties in vain.
"Dismount. The target on horseback is too big. The shield soldiers move forward. Use the dead horses as cover and shoot at them with bows and arrows."
Cortu finally made the right choice. A large number of Mongolians jumped off their horses, hid behind the dead horses, and pushed the dead horses forward on the ice and snow.
A large number of lead bullets were struck on the dead horses and corpses. The Mongols started shooting at the Ming army with their riding bows.
At this distance, it has reached a distance where bows and arrows can shoot directly.
An Sanxi knew that the military uniforms inside the soldiers' heavy cotton-padded jackets were stab-proof uniforms. After being offset by thick cotton clothes, it can block bows and arrows. But after all, there is no helmet on the head, and there is no protection on the face.
Because it is too cold here, more than 30 degrees below zero, and there is strong wind. Wearing an iron helmet will freeze your hair. It's really unbearable. So I just wear a dog-skin hat.
Now that the Mongols have changed their tactics, the original volley tactics must be changed. There is no need to cause unnecessary casualties.
"All riflemen lie down, camel artillerymen, fire three rapid rounds of shotguns." An Sanxi ordered. "Camel Gatling Gun, stand ready."
