"boom--"
The muzzle of the Tiger Crouching Cannon spurted out a stream of thick white smoke, and "at the door" - a stone bullet flew out with a roar.
This tiger squatting cannon is two feet long and weighs thirty-six kilograms. It is made of wrought iron. It uses seven taels of gunpowder and fires more than a dozen lead bullets weighing six cents. In order to prevent "small bullets but big mouth" from "scattering" "Weak", then use a big lead or stone weighing thirty taels to "slowly build" the muzzle. The range converted to metric is about more than three hundred meters. It is Mr. Yang Qian’s biggest reliance. In addition to the squatting tiger cannon, Mr. Yang Qian also had about a dozen muskets and dozens of bows and arrows in his hand, but these things had little power unless they were within a hundred steps.
The Tiger Crouching Cannon is mostly used to fire shotshells at close range to kill group enemies, but the Kun Thief is still almost five hundred steps (about three hundred meters) away from here, and the fired shotshells cannot reach that far, so this A shot can only have a killing effect by hitting the furthest target.
Ye Canming watched a stone emitting white smoke rolling in the air and smashing down in the direction of the team. For a moment, his heart was in his throat - no matter how many times he fought, the moment when the shells flew over was still shocking. He was shivering all over, and a cannonball passed through the formation. Needless to say it was hit directly, as long as it was grazed, the muscles and bones would be broken, and the best outcome would be missing arms and legs.
The stone bullet landed in the bushes more than ten meters away from him. There was a roar, grass blades and soil flew everywhere, and the shell bounced on the ground again before stopping unwillingly.
Groups of regiments surged out of the woods like a dirty flood. Some of them wore helmets and armor and held standard waist knives. Some of them were dressed as horse racing and were wearing bunting, but there were more. The people were just wearing ordinary coarse cloth clothes, and some were temporarily sewn "fat jackets" - a kind of simple cotton armor. They were holding rough swords and spears. Looking from the queue of the Fubo Army, the regiment members were unorganized, but it was obvious that ,many people.
"Squads 7 and 8, form two horizontal lines and stand at attention facing the enemy!" Li Gangsheng calmly issued the second command.
The regiment members rushed closer and closer, and they were already less than 200 meters away. You could see that there were several people behind carrying a squatting tiger cannon on a lift.
"Squad 7 destroys the artillery!"
Team 7 immediately stopped and opened fire. Sparse gunfire echoed on the hillside.
To hit a fast-moving artillery group at this distance, the firepower density of a squad is obviously insufficient. From the telescope, we could see that some of the people carrying the cannon staggered and fell, but someone else immediately came over to take over, and they were still running towards this side.
"Quickly, run into the woods!" Yang Jiao waved his short halberd, and the wrapped match rope was burning hissingly. Lead bullets kept passing around, breaking branches and flying vegetation. Occasionally, a group of brave men appeared. He fell down with an ouch.
The thief Kun was firing at him with a blunderbuss. If he stopped, he would be seeking death. The only way he could survive was if the thief Kun couldn't see him.
"Mom, you can run faster than a rabbit!" Li Shenggang couldn't help but cursed when he saw the artillery crew running away regardless of life and death. However, seeing the enemy fleeing into the woods, there was no use in shooting anymore.
"Squad 7, stop shooting!" He gave the next command, "Squad 9, form a line and prepare to drop bombs!" The ten soldiers of Squad 9 shouldered their rifles, took out a black powder grenade, and stood in Seven, in a ready posture for bombing. In the rear of the Eighth Squadron, they do not participate in shooting, but serve as a reserve team for hand-to-hand combat after the bomb is dropped, and join the battle as appropriate.
"Get ready to fight!" Li Shenggang shouted.
The wait seemed as long as a century. Yang Jiao hid in the woods with the cannon. Quietly advance to a place about 300 steps away from Fubo Army.
"Quick, reload!" Yang Jiao lowered his voice and ordered, "Use iron bullets as a door!"
Several gunners had all escaped from Zhaoqing together, so they loaded the artillery in a decent manner, and they reloaded the shells in a short time. Outside, there were cries and screams, and the sound of firecrackers firing came one after another.
There’s no point in being so far away! Yang Jiao cursed secretly - even though he often fired in advance involuntarily when he went into battle.
In the distance, the bandits were already in formation on the hillside. Yang Jiao took aim at them for a long time before firing the cannon.
There was a boom, and Li Shenggang saw a puff of white smoke coming out of the small woods, and screamed secretly. The lead bullets crackled like a rainstorm. Fortunately, the power of the Crouching Tiger Cannon was very small. After the shotgun was fired, the pellets were widely distributed, and many of the pellets flew to unknown places.
Two people from Class 7 at the front were hit by small lead bullets, their heads were bruised and they fell immediately. The most lethal large iron bullet passed through the queue and killed a soldier on the spot. It landed heavily on the dirt behind the queue and rolled a few times.
The entire team stood still, which was the result of years of training.
"Class 7, aim!" He issued the next command, and the ten rifles were leveled, and the black muzzles were pointed at the swarming regiment.
The panicked regiment members started shooting. They had already rushed to more than a hundred meters. The ten muskets and dozens of bows and arrows held by the regiment members were all shot out. However, neither the muskets nor the bows and arrows were accurate at this distance. The regiment members didn't understand aiming or salvoing at all. They just shot in a general direction. The warheads filled in the firecrackers were all kinds of strange, including lead bullets, iron sand, and even small stones. Not surprisingly, all the firecrackers were filled with bullets. The shot missed. Only one Fubo soldier was hit by a lead bullet and fell to the ground. The flying arrows had little power at a distance of more than a hundred meters. The archers were still drawing their bows to shoot, but only in the third round of shooting. , only one feather arrow wounded a soldier's thigh. At this time, the fire gunners had not even finished loading, and the regiment members had already rushed to a place less than a hundred meters away from the military formation.
"Attention Class 7, prepare - fire!" The shooting command was given, and ten Mini rifles sprayed out a stream of white smoke, and the crisp salvo echoed in the mountains...
The power of the standard rifle cannot be compared with the firecrackers that the regiment members are familiar with. The first round of salvo caused the regiment's charging team to suddenly freeze. At this distance, the Mini rifle almost missed the bullets. Those who were almost wiped out and killed on the spot were the lucky ones. The most miserable ones were those who were hit by lead bullets in the torso or limbs, but were not fatally injured for a while. They groaned loudly, rolling and squirming on the ground, The fierce screams made the group members' momentum falter, and some of the more thoughtful group members began to slow down their pace. Only a dozen fierce regiment members still rushed towards the military formation without slowing down.
"Squad 8, aim and fire!" Facing the enemy charging again, Li Gangsheng showed a grin on his face. "The bravest will die first." He gritted his teeth and gave the shooting command again. Since the distance between the two armies was no longer close enough, Fifty meters away, the effect of this volley was even better than last time. The regiment members who rushed to the front were killed in rows. More than half of them were enemies wearing Ming army armor. These were definitely the most capable members of the regiment. Personally, the next hand-to-hand fight became much easier. Li Gangsheng could see a regiment member who was hit directly in front. He was wearing a full set of armor. A lead bullet directly shattered his protective goggles, causing him to There was a big gash in his torso and blood was flowing out.
The successive volleys frightened the oncoming regiments. Many of the strongest group had been killed. The regiments who were still rushing in front began to hesitate and slowed down. The regiments behind them were urged by General Yang Qian. Noisily pushing and shoving the crowd in front, the group members fell into chaos for the first time.
"Class 9, grenade throw, prepare - throw!" Following Li Gangsheng's command, the soldiers of Class 9 fired grenades together and threw them at the regiment members more than 20 meters away.
"Boom, boom, boom!" The power of the explosion of the compressed-charge cylindrical black powder grenade is no less than that of modern grenades used in later generations. It is much better than the "made in the border area" used by the Eighth Route Army. The regiment members were immediately bloody and bloody. , the impact of this bomb drop even exceeded the sum of the previous two salvoes.
"Everyone is here, charge!" Li Gangsheng gave the last command. He had no intention of reloading. The only way to defeat the regiment while they were in chaos was to defeat them in one fell swoop. He commanded the sword to be raised, and the entire infantry platoon roared in unison, "Kill!" and pounced on the panicked enemy like tigers. The path of the charge was a mess, with flying flesh and broken limbs everywhere. The distance of twenty meters came in an instant, and the sound of the bayonet piercing the flesh and the click of the broken bones immediately became loud.
Hand-to-hand combat is a skill that Fubo Army has practiced hard for many years. Although there are technological golden fingers of time travellers, due to many reasons such as technological level and raw materials, individual assault rifles, such as M-16, can completely eliminate hand-to-hand combat. Lingao is far from being able to produce weapons such as AK-47 and FN-FAL on its own. In the history of old time and space, even in World War II and the War to Resist US Aggression and Aid Korea in the 1950s, all warring parties had records of large-scale hand-to-hand combat, not to mention the Fubo Army using front-loading rifled rifles, and Fubo The opponents of the Fubo Army, whether they were the Ming Dynasty, slaves or European colonists, all regarded hand-to-hand combat as an important or even main means of combat. Therefore, the Fubo Army's efforts in hand-to-hand combat were unimaginable to ordinary people.
For traditional spearman training, the skills of exerting force and withdrawing force are to be passed down from generation to generation without being shown to others, and even the most elite servants and soldiers of the Ming army can only do five Exercise once a day or once every ten days, eat and drink enough. Able to skillfully master the advance and retreat coordination of battle formations. It is still far from the scientific training and strict regulatory requirements of the Fubo Army. According to the Infantry Training Outline of the General Staff, each infantryman must undergo 2 hours of physical training and more than 1 hour of hand-to-hand training every day. Compared with later generations of regular armies, perhaps It's still a little inferior, but compared to the various armies of this era, it's already inferior.
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