The French artilleryman was shot to death, and it wasn't just Sean who noticed the doubts.
Smith also noticed something strange, and soon a military report came from the front.
"Report to the general that our artilleryman was suddenly shot and died, but the rebel shooter was not found."
Smith was stunned, and his deputy was even more horrified.
This is the first time this has happened.
Even the rebel army uses their weapons and equipment, and the range is the same.
At this distance, the artillery crew should not and could not be attacked by the rebels.
This was something that was beyond their imagination.
And this is not the most important thing. What is more critical is that the artilleryman was hit by the opponent's gun. This means that at such a distance of 200 meters, the opponent can still maintain a super high hit rate.
Even Long Yan's musket can't do such a thing!
"No, it's impossible. There must be a mole in our army. He is sending a team to protect the artilleryman and don't let other soldiers get close!"
The soldier who was delivering the message looked at Smith who looked indifferent.
Smith said indifferently: "Do as he says."
"yes!"
The artillerymen were protected by a detachment of French soldiers to prevent them from being shot suddenly.
But Smith's expression was a little complicated. A mole suddenly appeared during the battle, which would be a big blow to any army.
More importantly, they still have no way of knowing who the mole is.
This will shake the morale of the military.
But fortunately, it's a mole. If it were Nashadir's troops who had mastered such a weapon with a long attack range, it would be bad.
Just when Smith thought that this had stopped the mole's actions, gunfire rang out again.
The French soldiers responsible for the protection and reconnaissance did not see where the bullets were fired, and once hit an artilleryman in the fatal part.
The soldier reported in a panic: "Report to the general, it's started, it's started again!"
Smith's eyes twitched: "What started!"
"Our artillerymen started getting shot and killed again!"
Smith hurriedly picked up the telescope and looked at the battlefield, and found that the distance between their artillerymen and the rebel infantry on the battlefield was very far, more than 200 meters!
But even under such circumstances, their artillerymen continued to suffer from attrition.
A twinge of fear arose in Smith's heart.
"Is there really a ghost wandering around this battlefield?"
The adjutant shouted: "Absolutely impossible!"
He gritted his teeth and stared at the spot of light that suddenly flickered on the battlefield, and said in a deep voice: "It is very possible that the enemy has mastered combat weapons that we are not aware of."
"Has super attack range!"
Hearing this sentence, they all fell into silence.
The fear in Smith's eyes could no longer be concealed, just as his adjutant said.
Then they won't have any chance of winning in this battle.
It can even be said that we can only wait for death!
"Such a thing is absolutely impossible. The rebels are only equipped with weapons from our French army. We don't have such weapons. How could the rebels have them!"
The adjutant sneered and responded to his superior's ignorance. He said in a deep voice: "This is the most reasonable and possible thing."
"Don't feel like all of our information is true."
"After all, is there any information that we don't know about, information that hasn't been intercepted?"
The adjutant did not continue speaking. He looked at the battlefield and began to wonder whether the flash of light he just saw was the weapon he imagined.
Smith was very unhappy about being taught a lesson by his men and asked: "You mean the rebels have weapons that we didn't have before."
"Then what is he and how did he master it?"
Smith stared at the adjutant. If he didn't want to use him to fight and contradict his superior alone, Smith would have killed him.
The adjutant looked at his commander and said: "The rebel army was established by Jiang Xuan. Do you think Nashadir will only use our weapons?"
"Jiang Xuan didn't give them Long Yan's weapons?"
Smith sneered: "Long Yan's musket has a maximum shooting distance of only two hundred meters. Do you think Long Yan's weapons can attack our artillerymen?"
"And this is a battlefield where the distance is almost more than 200 meters. The opponent can still maintain the accuracy of the musket at such a distance!"
"Even if it is Dragon Flame, would there be such a weapon?"
The adjutant took a deep breath, sighed and said: "Long Yan may have it. After all, his technological level is already far ahead of ours. We cannot guess what kind of weapons they have."
After hearing this, Smith fell silent.
He didn't know how to refute his lieutenant.
Although I really don't want to admit it, I can only admit this fact with humiliation and express my attitude in silence.
The adjutant stared at the battlefield. If this continued, their artillery unit would be unavailable.
The adjutant thought for a long time. In his mind, the only way was to find the opponent's troops and attack them to prevent them from continuing to attack.
But now it is impossible to find such troops, let alone attack.
After thinking for a long time, the adjutant sighed and said: "Let the artillerymen retreat and use the cavalry to advance to suppress the firepower of the rebels..."
He knew that such an approach would only treat the symptoms but not the root cause. The core problem had not been solved, and their firepower points would still be attacked by the opponent's troops.
The adjutant used cavalry troops to suppress local firepower because he wanted to use the cavalry troops' super-high maneuverability on the battlefield.
With such ability, muskets are not necessarily easy to use.
When Nashadir's troops saw the French army ordering their cavalry team to change their attack and press towards their own troops, they laughed and secretly admired this as a smart move.
Sean saw the other party dispatching a cavalry team, looked at Nashadir, and said fervently: "Let your mysterious troops destroy these cavalry quickly."
Nashadir: "..."
"That unit is equipped with Long Yan's sniper rifles. Although it has a super high hit rate, it has no way to aim against the cavalry troops. The hit rate is not even as good as a repeating rifle!"
Upon hearing this, Sean was speechless.
But the next moment, he came back to his senses and asked blankly: "Long Yan's sniper rifle, how come our troops have this thing!"
Nashadir looked at Sean: "Of course it's the assistance given to us by the Dragon Flame Army. You don't always think that our troops don't have the assistance of the Dragon Flame Army, right?"
"How could I have organized an army without Jiang Xuan's assistance?"
Sean slapped his forehead and suddenly realized that it was very strange when the troops formed by Nashadir's fortune here attacked Ian.
They are obviously a group of idle troops, why can they have the ability to match the elite French troops.
It turns out that all the puzzles lie in this!
