Chapter 213 Artillery This shot is slightly farther away, but covers a larger area.
Nearly half of the Tanma Red Army soldiers standing in the front row of the phalanx were affected, and their flesh and blood were scattered everywhere from the bullets.
However, many of them did not die on the spot.
They covered the bullet holes in their bodies with their hands, rolling and wailing in a pool of blood in despair.
However, the wounds on their bodies were so numerous and dense that they could not cover them with two hands, and blood flowed everywhere like a fountain.
Splash.
"Quick, quick, let the brothers in front use a way.
Thousands of enemies are coming."
Xu Yi, commander of the artillery regiment of the Fifth Army, pushed the third four-pound cannon and reminded his companions in front to get out of the way while running.
Although the voice was not loud, it attracted the attention of all nearby enemies.
The Tanma Red Army formation who was bombarded twice in a row first burst out with a scream, and then immediately turned their heads and ran away.
"Where are you going, you cowards?"
Han Baozi, the commander of the Tanma Red Army who was leading the team for reinforcements, turned black with anger.
He slashed down several of the leading escapees with his knife, but he could not restore the decline at all.
It was too terrible.
The artillery used by the Red Turban Army was too terrible.
Instead of being beaten into a sieve, the soldiers of the Tanma Red Army would rather die under the sword.
At least, their bodies would still be relatively intact.
"This way, this way, put the butt of the gun on the ground, lower the muzzle, lower the muzzle."
The voice of the artillery regiment commander Xu Yi continued to sound, making people's hair stand on end.
The third four-pound cannon quickly aimed at the position where Han Baozi was standing, and a plume of gray-white smoke came out from its tail, "Chichi!"
"My lord, hide now!"
A soldier with quick hands and quick eyes jumped up and threw Han Baozi to the ground.
After a loud "boom", hail-like projectiles swept past his backbone.
He beat the other soldiers who couldn't escape until they cried like ghosts.
"Asshole, what are you doing?
Get out of here, get out of here!"
Han Baozi didn't know what was going on.
He raised his knife angrily and used the handle to smash at the soldiers on top of him.
I hit it two or three times in succession, but got no response.
Looking carefully, I saw that the poor soldier's back was covered with deep bloody wounds as if it had been gouged by an iron rake.
The white spine has been exposed from the wound.
"Ah" Han Baozi was so frightened that he pushed away the body of his soldier, jumped up, and rushed into his own team closest to him.
The group of Tanma Red Army soldiers refused to provide him with protection, and hid on both sides like the plague.
I'm afraid that if I get too close to him, I'll suffer the consequences of being a fish in a pond.
"You bastard, why are you forming a formation?
Hurry up and form a formation next to me."
Han Baozi instinctively sensed that something was not good, and while urging the soldiers to gather towards him, he quickly turned back.
He saw another artillery piece being pushed up by Red Turban soldiers.
Thirty steps away from him, constantly adjusting the angle and aiming at his body.
As for the surrounding Tanma Red Army soldiers, as soon as they were pointed at the muzzle, they scattered like locusts, and no one was willing to be in anyone's way.
"Ah" Han Baozi once again let out a desperate cry, leaped forward, and pounced at the feet of the nearby soldiers.
The artillery fire was high but not low, and the one lying on the ground was basically unable to hit the lightning.
Two thoughts quickly flashed through his mind.
Immediately afterwards, another loud "bang" was heard in his ears.
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The Khitan people above him fell down one after another like wheat straw in a heavy rain, and their blood dyed the sky red.
"Don't hide, don't hide, rush over, rush over and grab the big gun."
Another detective from the Red Army Qianhu arrived with his own soldiers, trying to restructure the defense line.
This section of the military formation collapsed too quickly, faster than everyone expected.
And the generals of both sides are not here.
No one has time to respond to this unexpected situation, so he must be quick to block this gap before Fu Youde, otherwise, if it continues to collapse, it will really be God's death.
Dayuan, it’s not a crime of war.
"Charge over, rush over to grab the big gun," the cronies beside him repeated loudly, taking the lead in rushing towards the fifth artillery piece that was being pushed forward.
The surrounding Red Turban soldiers were unwilling to let their plot succeed.
They raised their spears and daggers to protect the muzzle of the cannon, preventing anyone from approaching the cannon.
The two sides greeted each other with weapons at extremely close distances, exchanging lives for lives.
In an instant, dozens of corpses fell alternately.
But the gun carriage stopped steadily, the muzzle was raised slightly, the rear of the gun penetrated the ground wet with blood, and white smoke came out of the fuse.
"Boom" hundreds of projectiles were sprayed out at Tanma Red Army Qianhu, sending him and several soldiers on the left and right sides flying backwards, leaving his body as broken as a bed of rotten cotton wool.
The artillery, which weighed more than 530 kilograms, also retreated quickly because its tail was unstable, hitting the red scarf sergeants on the left and right sides of the artillery truck who were unable to dodge, breaking their muscles and bones.
But with just a moment's hesitation, the other red scarf soldiers stepped forward on Pao Ze's body and blocked the gap.
Immediately, the sixth, seventh, and eighth gun carts were pushed up from behind, passing through the crowd, and the black muzzles of the guns were poked out from the gap between the two brothers.
"Boom" was another close-range spray of the car.
The three probing horse Red Army soldiers who were facing the muzzle were shot into sieves by shotguns.
Near their three positions, seven or eight others were also affected.
Punctures as big as fists were made in their chests, lower abdomen, thighs, etc.
They fell in a pool of blood, rolling and wailing.
"Chi chi chi chi chi chi puff!"
The fuse of the seventh artillery was not up to standard, and it actually fired the dumb cannon.
However, no one of the Khitans took the opportunity to counterattack.
He just stared blankly at the black muzzle, his face full of disbelief.
Immediately, he began to step back, step back, and step back alternately.
Suddenly, a scream came from his mouth.
Turn around and run away.
"Come on, the Khitans are defeated."
The second wave was ordered to come to reinforce Tang He, who arrived just in time.
He made a prompt decision and led his brothers to follow the Khitan troops and kill forward.
The blade pointed at Xiao Buhua, the commander of the Tanma Red Army.
Handsome flag.
Deng Yu, who came hand in hand with him, decisively divided the team into ten parts.
Every fifty people protected an artillery piece and marched forward together.
When encountering a lone enemy, he would attack them with swords.
When encountering a large group of enemy troops, use your spear to press against the enemy's base, then expose the muzzle from behind and blast the opponent's chest against it.
On the "Commander" command podium, Guards Brigade Commander Xu Hongsan was scratching his head and ears in anxiety.
Kong has good martial arts skills, but most of the time, he can only be a spectator, which is really hard to reconcile.
"Send the order to Wu Youtu to ask the Fifth Army to abandon their positions and move forward with the entire army."
Zhu Bayi smiled, waved his hand, and ordered loudly.
"Yes" the ordering soldier stepped forward to take the order arrow, turned over and jumped on his mount.
"Take a regiment of the Guards Brigade and go get Timur's handsome flag back for me."
Looking at Xu Hongsan with a frustrated face, Zhu Bayi continued to give instructions.
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It's like asking the other person to pick up a ripe persimmon.
There is no need to pretend to be humble or indifferent.
He has already won this battle, and there is no longer any suspense: