"Well...."
Listening to the deputy's reminder, Bao Tuotuo couldn't help but show a solemn look on his face.
Needless to say, he was really afraid of the rumored southern army.
Whether it is Khalkha or Ba'alin, no matter which one of these two tribes, their tribal combat power far exceeds them.
This is true in terms of population and economic strength. Of course, the strongest one is the Qiyan Department. It is said that the Qiyan Department also has some howitzers, hand grenades, and machine guns.
It's a pity that the Qiyan Department doesn't want to give that kind of thing to outsiders.
"Then let the brothers fight quickly!"
Bao Tuotuo no longer cared about playing tricks on the other party.
But at this moment, many figures appeared in the mist in the distance, and then a large group of people came into view.
Seeing so many people suddenly coming out, Bao Tuotuo was so frightened that he almost fell off his horse.
Fortunately, the deputy quickly stretched out his hand to stabilize his body.
"Master! It doesn't seem like that group of southerners! I heard that those southerners are all wearing that kind of green clothes. Look, they seem to be herdsmen on the grassland!"
The deputy's words stabilized Bao Tuotuo's shaky heart.
Other tribes might not be able to talk about the Southern troops becoming disgraceful, but he couldn't.
The Barhu tribe has few people and little land, so they really can't afford to bump into each other.
Hearing this, his heart also stabilized, and upon closer inspection, he became even more determined.
The originally timid heart suddenly became active.
He didn't dare to touch the southern team, but he still dared to touch the grassland herdsmen.
What's more, in recent days, the other units have made great achievements on the front line. Although their Balhu unit has nothing to do because of the garrison mission, they still feel a little regretful that they have not made much progress.
Hasn’t this opportunity come now?
"Master? It's less than 300 meters away. Look..." The deputy looked at his superior carefully.
"Hit! Hit me hard! Tell the brothers to fight back as we usually rehearse!"
Bao Tutuo immediately issued an order. How could he give up such a good opportunity?
Soon the deputy blew a sharp whistle quickly and then waved in a simple gesture.
The captains of the left and right Chinese armies saw the order and led their troops to move. The army that had been watching from a distance was now rumbling like a war machine that had been tightened.
The popularity of firearms among the warriors of the Baerhu tribe is not high, and most of them are bow-handlers. There is no other way, and the small tribe is so poor that it is really difficult to get rid of the problem.
But they also have their own fighting styles. Each tribal warrior has limited abilities, and not everyone can pull the Manchu bow.
Therefore, most of their bows are ordinary bows and arrows that are not very powerful, and the best range is about fifty meters.
Therefore, their combat method is more like a wall charge, but it is a little different, a little scattered, but it always falls into the category of intensive volley.
As the vanguard troops took the lead in firing the first round of volleys against the opposing camp, they soon discovered that the group of herdsmen in front of them seemed really bad!
Both sides fired their first salvo from fifty meters away, but the casualty rate of the herdsmen on the opposite side was significantly higher than theirs!
The opponent's free fire is very scattered, and there is no dedicated overall launch. Some are a little faster and some are a little slower.
Moreover, the opponent's shooting was very repetitive. The shooting accuracy was obviously not very high, but the shooting was so scattered that all kinds of bullets and arrows completely missed my grandma's house.
In addition, the wind and snow are quite strong at the moment, and the damage caused by the wind is minimal.
Seeing this, Bao Tuotuo, who was behind, also noticed something unusual, and his face was filled with joy.
This is allowing me to meet normal people!
right! In his opinion, the legendary Southern troops that were said to be magical before were abnormal, and now the herdsmen must eat them up.
Taking advantage of the confrontation between the two armies, Boss Guo took the opportunity to escape to the periphery, and the several men behind him also let out a sigh of relief.
"Hoo ho! Boss, I heard that Commander Zhao leads his troops like a god, but it seems to me..."
The waiter didn't dare to continue, but Boss Guo also found it strange.
The Outer Mongolian scout they captured earlier boasted that Commander Zhao was so amazing that he could barely be described as a monster with three heads and six arms.
Why is this... so bad?
Boss Guo is not ignorant. He has been hanging out in Guandong before, and the bearded people there who lead the charge are no different from this group of people.
There is probably no benefit to be gained from encountering this group of ferocious Mongolians.
Sure enough, the next development was not unexpected. After several salvos of volleys from both sides, the two sides strangled together and the charge ended. The ratio of casualties on both sides was visible to the naked eye.
In a wave of killings, Chief Zhao's troops suffered more than forty or fifty casualties, of course, this was also caused by the previous salvo.
The other party only lost about twenty people.
And Boss Guo can be sure that once the charge continues, the casualty ratio will increase, because morale and people's morale will continue to decline, and the movements of the hands and feet will definitely become deformed.
"Hey! Have you seen that Chief Zhao?"
Suddenly, Boss Guo, who was patrolling around, noticed that something was wrong. It seemed that Chief Zhao was not among this group of people.
"Boss, we didn't see the officer, but if he is an officer, he won't personally lead the troops to kill him, right?"
A waiter’s words reminded Boss Guo.
After thinking for a while, he nodded. It was indeed true. After all, he was a mid-to-high-level official at the regiment level. How could he personally lead the charge.
However, he was a little suspicious. This Chief Zhao was not normal. He always felt that something was wrong, that something was missing.
What's missing?
At the same time, Zhao Ming, who was watching the battle from behind through a telescope, couldn't help but shake his head and threw the telescope to the monkey who had long been thinking about it and wanted to take a look.
"Master Zhao! Did the battle on the front line fail?"
Wang Er asked in a low voice from the side. On this windy and snowy day, it was very foggy outside and the visibility was not high. The naked eye could only vaguely see that the first wave of fighting had been completed in the distance, but the details were not clear.
But before Zhao Ming could reply, Monkey, who was looking through a telescope at the side, was already cursing.
"Damn it, this fight stinks! Is this called a fight?"
The monkey's face was full of indignation, and he seemed to be more annoyed than the group of people on the front line.
"Master Zhao! Just tell me, I will lead dozens of brothers to kill you. I really can't stand it anymore! Is this called fighting? No one can teach you this!"
The monkey is eager to fight and looks eager to try.
Zhao Ming had always led the charge before, and Monkey also wanted to perform well in front of these rookies.
Even Wang Er, Zhang He and his party were a little moved when they heard the words. It was not because Ru Monkey wanted to show off, but mainly because the front line had suffered a defeat and they should provide support.
However, Zhao Ming shook his head, "No hurry! Just wait."
"Still waiting?"
The monkey was a little disappointed, but after thinking about it he nodded.
In his opinion, both sides are just novices pecking each other, and you can tell by looking at the casualties.
If the Zhensong Army charges, the opponent's casualties will be at least over a hundred!
There is no doubt that if the two sides were to shoot at each other, tens of thousands of people might be shooting at each other for a day or two before the number of casualties could exceed 100, but this was a bloody charge with bayonets.
But at present, only the Song Suppression Army can achieve this kind of performance, and the same cannot be said for the Outer Mongolian and Chabei United Department herdsmen in front of them.
