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Among the hunting cavalry, there are a considerable number of soldiers, and their shooting skills are good. At a distance of 200 meters, if all the conditions are appropriate, the hit rate is still quite high. Generally speaking, one shot in the five rounds of bullets should be able to accurately hit the target. Of course, this requires the shooter to have a good pair of eyes and also requires them to have good psychological qualities.

After entering 150 meters, the number of Jianlu fell more. At this distance, a considerable number of hunting cavalry soldiers may hit the enemy. The ballistics of the Han-style rifle are still quite stable within a distance of 400 meters. Basically, two of the five rounds of shots should be able to hit the target. If you use ten rounds of shots, the 100-meter target cannot score a score of more than 90 rings, and you are not qualified to join the hunting cavalry unit.[]

When the distance was shortened to 100 meters, the impact of Jianlu was almost devastating. At this distance, ordinary hunting cavalry soldiers were more than 90% sure to concentrate others. Among the five rounds of bullets, three should be able to hit the target. You should know that the hunting cavalry themselves are elite selected from other troops, and they have no new recruits. Even the "new recruits" who have just added to the hunting cavalry are all veterans on the battlefield.

Jianlu, who participated in the attack, had no way of adapting to the combat style of the White-Clothed Army. When they charged, they almost straightened their bodies. Some Jianlu even straightened their bodies too straightened. There were actually two purposes for doing this. One was to shoot arrows more in a more aspect. Only by straightening their bodies can they shoot arrows farther away. The other was to show their bravery, their fearlessness, and their contempt for the White-Clothed Army.

They were completely unaware that this kind of straightening behavior was fundamentally a human-shaped target in front of the Han-style rifle. A skilled gunman could hit them even with his eyes closed. Therefore, the more fierce, brave and fearless Jianlu were, the faster they died. Their huge bodies had to fall to the ground as long as they were hit by a bullet. Some people tried to stand up tenaciously, but in the end, they were hit by more bullets.

Faced with such Jianlu, the white-clothed army obviously had no pressure. Their shooting expressions were easier than on the training ground. In the training ground, they often had to shoot hundreds of bullets in one breath, making themselves very tired. But here, they didn'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 army defeated soldiers, they were obviously a little nervous at the beginning. This was the first time they participated in such a battle, and once again faced with the brutal Tartars. It would be absolutely impossible to say that Ran was not nervous. The shadow of Jianlu in their hearts was still very strong. If it weren't for the white-clothed army beside them, they would have thought of a way to escape long ago when they saw so many Jianlu swarming up.

It was not until they discovered that the cruel Jianlu fell down like a wheat harvest under the gun of the White-Clothed Army, and their hearts gradually became quiet. After witnessing the battle of the White-Clothed Army with their own eyes, they finally believed that the White-Clothed Army was really invincible. It was definitely not an accident that the White-Clothed Army could deal with so many Jianlu before. In front of the White-Clothed Army's muskets, Jianlu had no chance to get close. The Jianlu, who was closest to the White-Clothed Army, was also about twenty feet away, and it was insurmountable for Jianlu.

"Damn it!"

Amin couldn't help but curse him in disappointment.

He also saw something wrong from behind, and his face suddenly became even more gloomy.

The pride archers of the Jin army, who were proud of, had no chance to play in front of the white-clothed army's muskets. Many of the outstanding archers of the white-clothed army were killed by the white-clothed army's muskets before they could shoot arrows. Among them, there were more Bai Baiyala. Their death made Amin feel extremely heartbroken. These were all elites of the blue flag. Without them, the combat effectiveness of the blue flag would have been at least half weakened.

However, Amin never issued an order to retreat. If the battle had just begun, he retreated his troops, which obviously meant that the Jin army was not an opponent of the White Army, which would be a huge blow to the morale of the troops. Since the release of the Seven Great Hate and the launch of the Ming Dynasty, the Jin army has never done such a thing as retreating in the face of the battle. Even if it was dead, the first wave of attacks must be continued. Morale must be maintained.

At the same time, subconsciously, Amin was also giving an explanation to Nurhaci. The two Niulu's Great Jin army were killed purely for Babuhai. In the future, if someone asked, Amin could also argue that the Lanqin had paid a considerable price to save Babuhai. Two Niulu's Great Jin army warriors were killed in battle. Only in this way can they block others' leisurely mouths. Of course, the price of the two Niulu may not be enough.

Amin had no intention of withdrawing troops, so Ruge naturally did not dare to withdraw his troops. He stared at the back and did not allow any Jin army to retreat from the front. He held the Dazhi, guarded the end of the team, staring at the subordinates in front. His movements were nakedly indicating that whoever retreated would be shot to death by his bow and arrow. As a result, the two Niulu's Jin army could only rush forward to death, and even if they were beaten to death, they would not dare to retreat.

Under the strafing of the White Army, more than 400 Jin troops rushed up were soon wiped out. Outside Yangguan Fort, there were corpses of Jianlu everywhere. Scattered arrows, scattered scimitars, scattered flags, and everywhere. The blood flowing from the corpses continued to flow along the low-lying areas of the battlefield, converging to form streams, flowing wildly, and finally extending to the front of Amin and others.

Such scenes are actually very common on the battlefield in Liaodong. However, in the past, those who fell to the ground were all the Ming army in Liaodong. The scattered flags were also the Ming army in Liaodong. In the previous few battles, the Ming army in Liaodong was only slaughtered in front of the brutal Jin army. The entire Liaodong area was filled with the blood of the Han people. But this time, it was the turn of Jianlu's flag to fall down. The blood of the Jurchens flowed on the ground.

Amin and the senior officials of the Jin army around him looked very gloomy when they saw their subordinates falling down. The feeling of being beaten was indeed very, very uncomfortable! Why are the muskets they used by these damn White-clothed Army so powerful? Compared with the White-clothed Army, the combat effectiveness of the Ming army in Liaodong is simply worse than that of the White-clothed Army!

The remaining half of Jianlu found that something was wrong and hurriedly retreated. After all, they were human beings. No matter how fierce and fearless people were, they would break up after falling into a desperate situation. This small part of Jianlu had already collapsed. Their companions were all at the gun of the white-clothed army. The instinct for survival told them that only by retreating can one have the possibility of survival on the front line.

"asshole!"

"Who asked you to withdraw?"

"Go back quickly! Have you heard of it? Go back quickly!"

Ruge behind him was furious. These bastards, without receiving the order to retreat, actually retreated without permission, which was simply seeking death. He ran up with a bow and arrow. He was determined to use iron-blooded means to stop his subordinates from dispersing. Seeing that his subordinates had not stopped their dispersing pace, he was furious. Without thinking, he bent his bow and arrow and shot the fastest-running soldier of the Jin army to death.

"Bang!"

Suddenly, a dull gunshot came.

Ruger in the distance shook his body and couldn't stand firmly, so he fell directly.

However, Zhang Nai shot Ruge and shot him. Zhang Nai's shooting skills have always been good. He is young, has strong understanding, strong acceptance, and has strong learning ability. He is also a ranger and has a unique talent in shooting. In fact, those who can stand out among the hunting cavalry and become an officer must have a very high quality. Otherwise, the soldiers below will not convince you at all.

The military construction at that time was not as professional as later generations. The idea that soldiers regard obeying orders as their duty has not been spread, nor has it penetrated into the minds of every soldier. The superiors must lead the subordinates, command the subordinates to do things, and let the subordinates execute their orders without fail. In many cases, they have to rely on their own prestige and strength.

If his prestige and strength are insufficient, his subordinates are likely to be slandered or even publicly refuse you. It seems that Chen Hai, who had wanted to order Xu Xingxia to do things before, would not be robbed at all. Why? Because Xu Xingxia is much stronger than him. Even if he wants to implement military discipline, he does not have enough strength. The more chaotic the times, the more difficult it will be to enforce military discipline. Once it is not done well, he will kill Xu Xingxia.

Moreover, the Han-style rifle used by Zhang Nai was equipped with a four-fold scope, which can be regarded as the most primitive sniper rifle. At a distance of more than 200 meters, it was not difficult to kill Ruge. If the barrel of the Han-style rifle was not accurate enough, he could even shoot more than 300 meters away and directly kill the target. If this distance was slightly further, Amin himself could even be shrouded in it.

When Amin witnessed Ruge's death with his own eyes, he suddenly lost control. He had already sacrificed two Niulu, but did not get any results, which made him feel very frustrated. He accumulated more and more anger in his heart, as if he had set up a fire pot, which would explode at any time. And Ruge's death ignited the fire pot in his heart. He said angrily: "Bai Keming, go and take over Luge's command! Mobilize all the other three Niulus! Be sure to kill them!"

Bai Keming did not dare to neglect and hurriedly agreed to go.

Soon, more Jianlu infantrymen shouted and rushed up to Yangguan Fort.

Mao Wenlong said unexpectedly: "What's wrong with Jianlu today? He kept sending people to die? He felt that he had taken the wrong medicine? Could it be that they felt that their army had a little too many people and wanted to reduce it a little? This seems not Amin's command style!"

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

No matter how fierce the Jianlu's attack was, the counterattacks of the White Army were step by step and orderly. The soldiers of the hunting cavalry were all lying on the wall and aimed at and shot at them. In their opinion, today's battle was not like a real battlefield, but like a carefully set training ground. The Jianlu rushed up were carefully set mobile human-shaped targets. They all shot with the intention of shooting.

"Bang bang bang!"

"Bang bang bang!"

A violent gunfire came from a burial formation, and Jianlu fell down.

On such a terrain, all Jianlu are living targets that were shot and killed.

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

If you want to say the ones that are most envious, they must be Mao Wenlong, Kong Youde, Liu Xingzhi and others. At this time, they are so impressed by the White Army that they cannot be described in words. The originally extremely vicious Tartars were simply made of mud in front of the White Army and they were broken as soon as they were beaten. They were even more fragile than porcelain dolls.

No matter how tall the body of the Tatars, no matter how agile their movements are, no matter how brilliant their archery skills are, no matter how powerful their mechanics are, as long as a bullet flies over, they can be knocked over to the ground. The bullets that are only the size of a little finger are the nemesis of the most vicious Jianlu. If it weren't for seeing them with your own eyes, Mao Wenlong would never believe that the Tartars were also ruthlessly massacred.

"You try it too!"

Xu Xingxia casually handed a Chinese rifle to Mao Wenlong.

The operation of the Han-style rifle is simply fools. It is to pull the bolt backward, then aim, pull the trigger, and then pull the bolt, and repeat in this cycle. The most important thing is aiming. Whether you can hit the enemy depends on whether you really aim at the enemy. In the battle just now, Mao Wenlong and others had already seen all the operating procedures very clearly. After receiving the Han-style rifle, they did not need anyone to teach them at all, and they could operate it themselves.

Mao Wenlong pulled the bolt, pushed the bullet and loaded it. The muzzle aimed at Jianlu in front, and then pulled the trigger hard. In fact, the trigger of the Han-style rifle is very flexible, and you can just press it lightly.

But Mao Wenlong was a little excited when he used a Chinese rifle for the first time and used his strength to use too much strength. The result of using too much strength was that he would come to the stage and knock the bullets away. Of course, Mao Wenlong didn't know all this.

"Bang!"

Deafening gunshots
Chapter completed!