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After the gunpowder smoke cleared, in front of the new army's position, the corpses of Mongols and war horses were all over the place, almost piled up into small hills.

Yuzhu put down the binoculars in his hand. He didn't expect that the Mongolians, who are always good at calculating, also have the spirit of going through fire and water?
The old Fourteen on the opposite side didn't have a binoculars. Although he couldn't see the specific casualties, he was already aware that Sanyin Nuoyan's department was over.

The entire Sanyin Nuoyan tribe only has more than 6 people. This battle has just begun, and [-] elite cavalry have been reimbursed. How can the entire tribe survive?

No matter how many Mongols die, Old Fourteen doesn't care.

However, just for one meeting, the Mongols lost 1 people. This loss is too great!

The Mongols around Old Fourteen all showed fear on their faces, avoiding to look at Old Fourteen.

How can the old fourteen not understand, these guys are obviously afraid of being sent up to be cannon fodder!
In order to cheer up the Mongols, the old fourteen gritted his teeth and simply took out his trump card - the artillery brigade of the Raksha Kingdom.

Due to the short-sightedness of the old emperor, most of the portable cannons were made.

The artillerymen of the Firearms Battalion under the Old Fourteen are almost all sub-cannons with extremely short ranges, and they are obviously not the opponents of the British Army artillery.

However, Old Fourteen had borrowed an entire artillery brigade from the Raksha people, and had just rushed to the battlefield.

The artillery brigade of the Raksha people has nearly a hundred artillery pieces, both light and heavy.Among them, the two heaviest guns are 12-pound guns imported from France.

The 12-pound gun has a maximum range of about 2000 meters and an effective range of 1200 meters.

Because the 12-pound gun is too heavy to move, it is generally used for siege warfare.

If the artillery brigade of the Raksha people arrived ten days earlier, Youyu Pass in Shanxi might have been breached!

The artillery brigade commander of the Raksha Kingdom was named Vasily Yegorovich Fruge. He was the brother-in-law of the Governor of the Far East, so he was promoted very quickly.

Old Fourteen said to Fruge very politely: "Dear General Fruge, the rest is all up to you."

After listening to Tong Shi's translation, Fluge, who was a brigadier general, laughed and said, "Don't worry, I will definitely blow up those yellow-skinned monkeys to pieces."

Tong Shi was a little guilty, he didn't dare to translate the word "yellow monkey", and casually used the word "manzi" to fool the old fourteen.

Old Fourteen couldn't understand Rakshasa language, so he could only let Tongshi be fooled.

"Retreat!" With an order, the Eight Banners soldiers in front of the old fourteenth formation suddenly turned around and walked back.

Yu Zhu noticed this astonishing change, and quickly raised the binoculars to look over.

I don't know if I don't look at it, but after looking at it, Yu Zhu was really shocked.

I saw that after the Eight Banners Army in the front row on the opposite side retreated to the back, densely packed artillery and artillery were exposed at the front of the entire position.

When Yuzhu saw clearly that there were actually two 12-pound guns in the artillery position opposite, he couldn't help but gasped.

For artillery, the farther the range, the greater the power and the stronger the deterrent effect.

"Огонь! (a guò ni)" Following Fruge's order, two 12-pounder guns fired first.

"boom……"

"Boom..." Accompanied by two loud noises, two huge and flaming iron balls came out of their chests, soared into the air, and smashed into the crowd of the new army almost in the blink of an eye.

After the two fireballs landed, they rolled and bounced unscrupulously.

Wherever the iron ball went, broken arms and legs flew everywhere, and the screams were endless.

A soldier from the new army was unfortunately shot in the chest. Alas, his whole body was instantly shattered, with stumps and broken arms flying all over the sky.

Yuzhu knew it well, the situation on the battlefield had deteriorated sharply due to the addition of Luocha artillery.

In particular, the Raksha people have heavy artillery, which can bombard the new army's front without any restraint.

The 8-pound guns of the new army have a shorter range and cannot reach the artillery positions of the Raksha people.

"Order Liu Shenghong to advance forward with the artillery." Yuzhu knew in his heart that it was definitely not a wise move to stay where he was and to be bombed.

Liu Shenghong, the commander of the Artillery Association who received the order, also knew that the situation was critical. At this time, he could no longer worry about the casualties of the artillery.

If, sitting back and watching the heavy artillery of the Raksha people, taking advantage of the long-range advantage, and continuing to bombard, the new army will be completely powerless to fight back.

"Brothers, come with me, push the cannon forward." Liu Shenghong rolled up his sleeves himself, led a battery, slowly pushed the cannon, and moved closer to the enemy.

At this moment, no matter how much bullshit is said, it is better to lead by example.

The Xietong fought on the most dangerous front line regardless of life and death. What else can the rest of the artillerymen say?

However, at this time, an accident still happened.

Not only did the British instructors not move forward, but they trot together and retreated.

"Hot you Ma..."

"Eighteen generations of your ancestors..."

"You bastard foreign devils, you don't have a single good thing..."

The artillerymen shouted curses as they pushed their cannons forward.

"These ghosts have sons without assholes, and daughters can only be concubines!" As the coordinator, Liu Shenghong scolded harder than anyone else.

Unexpectedly, this scolding, the speed of pushing the cannon was much faster than before.

In fact, pushing the cannon closer to the enemy is the correct decision.

Because the Raksha people came from afar and only brought two heavy artillery imported from France.

The remaining goose-made 8-pound guns are far inferior to the 8-pound guns imported from Britain in terms of range and power.

Seeing that the enemy's artillery moved, the old fourteen rolled his eyes, and immediately ordered Prince Chahar to lead the cavalry to attack the enemy's artillery.

Prince Chahar hesitated and refused to go. The old fourteen pulled his face and said coldly: "If you don't go, I will kill all your sons!"

When taking refuge in Old Fourteen, Prince Chahar deliberately sent all five sons as hostages in order to win the trust of Old Fourteen.

Now, too late to regret it!

However, Prince Chahar also knows that the old fourteen is a cruel guy, what can't he do?

Forced into desperation, Prince Chahar had no choice but to rush out with [-] cavalry from his headquarters.

Yuzhu had expected that the old fourteen would come to this move, and immediately ordered the infantry lines of the second town and the third town to surpass the advancing artillery team and set up a battle formation.

The advancing speed of the artillery could not be fast, and the soldiers of the new army who followed them surpassed the past one after another and formed three dense rows.

Although the Rakshasa's 12-pound cannon has a long range and great power, its rate of fire is 10 minutes.

After Prince Chahar rushed out with the cavalry, the two 12-pound guns roared again.

"boom!"

"boom!"

Two fiery red iron balls fell into the ranks of the new army again, immediately reaping many lives.

The fiery red iron ball was rampaging in the line of the new army, unstoppable.

Facing the huge casualties, Yuzhu could only hold back his grief, as if he didn't see it.

War is cruel, and it is impossible without bloodshed and sacrifice!

Prince Chahar suppressed his anger, and personally led more than [-] cavalry from his tribe, and rushed towards the large army of the new army with only three rows of formation.

In modern army operations, a large force of tens of thousands of people is fighting, and even if the commander on the far left of the queue issues an order, it is impossible for everyone to hear it.

At this time, it is necessary to rely on the bugle to command.

Why only three rows?

Because the bugle can't convey too complicated messages, in practice, at most, it can only command three rows of soldiers to shoot.

A few more rows of soldiers, let alone shooting the enemy, our own people will be in chaos first.

Behind Yuzhu, stood five rows of trumpeters.

As Prince Chahar's cavalry troop charged closer and closer, Yuzhu ordered decisively: "First row, raise your guns!"

A total of [-] trumpeters in five rows blew the bugle at the same time, "Drip, drop."

Nearly [-] soldiers in the first row raised their rifles in accordance with the instructions of the bugle.

Seeing the leading cavalry rush into the 80-meter death shooting zone, Yu Zhu ordered without hesitation: "Fire."

Five platoons of trumpeters, blowing a long tune together, "Da..."

"Papa..." Nearly ten thousand bullets came out of the chamber, forming a dense barrage.

"what……"

"My mother..."

"My ancestors..."

The dense barrage, like a combine harvester harvesting wheat, successfully cut down a large area of ​​the Mongols who rushed to the front.

The Mongolian cavalry fell 60 meters away from the new army's position.

"Papa, papa..." The new army's rifles fired in salvo, round after round, without stopping.

In Yuzhu's monocular, he could see clearly that the faces of the Mongolians showed fear.

Soon, about ten meters in front of the new army line, the corpses of the Mongols piled up like a mountain, which blocked the way for their own people to charge forward.

Prince Chahar was on the verge of crying. It only took a while, and the elite warriors in his tribe suffered over a thousand casualties.

If the fight continues like this, not only will the son not be saved, but the tribe will also be as dead as Sanyin Nuoyan's idiots!

Prince Chahar closed his eyes and ordered decisively to retreat to the west!

The prince's flag ran westward, and the Mongols followed suit.

Yuzhu secretly heaved a sigh of relief, meeting on a narrow road, the brave must win!

Before the old fourteen could react, Liu Shenghong led the artillery and finally advanced to a distance of about 1000 meters.

The artillerymen hurriedly set up the cannons, loaded the ammunition, and loaded the shells.

"Divide into three groups, listen to the order and then fire!"

"Get ready, let go!" Liu Shenghong stood in the position that originally belonged to the chief instructor of the foreign artillery, and chopped off his arm forcefully.

"Boom boom boom..." Dozens of 8-pound guns let out a roar of revenge.

Dozens of fiery red iron balls smashed into the enemy's position almost at the same time. The iron balls bounced, rolled, and collided, stirring up the old fourteen's Chinese army, howling ghosts and wolves, and the wailing was loud.

After an interval of about 1 minute, Liu Shenghong ordered again, "Fire!"

Dozens of 8-pound army guns in the second group also let out a roar of revenge.

Restricted by the backwardness of metallurgical technology and gunpowder manufacturing technology, the so-called 8-pound guns of the Raksha Kingdom have an actual range only equivalent to the British 6-pound guns.

When the artillery of the two armies was 1000 meters apart, the artillery of the Raksha Kingdom, except for two heavy artillery, was powerless to fight back.