In the early morning, the milky white morning mist enveloped the grassland, and the view was hazy, and it was impossible to see clearly thirty or forty meters away. The officers and soldiers were hiding towards the destination.

The autumn grass of Guolinguole is also much smaller than the autumn grass in other places on the dam, so it does not affect the progress of the troops.

About one hundred meters outside the camp where the plan was to attack, Liu Jingxiao made a gesture and reassembled the troops.

The entire battalion was organized into six formations, and he walked gently and slowly attacked the enemy's simple camp.

The front row was the grenadier platoon led by Liu Jingxiao himself, but the main weapon and equipment of this platoon was still rifles, and it was the only unit equipped with rifles in the first battalion (in the Republican Army, grenadier troops are often synonymous with elite troops), followed by the fifth platoons of the first and second companies.

"Who?" The sleepy Rouran sentry suddenly found several figures vaguely in his eyes, and even someone was riding on a horse and shouted.

Liu Jingxiao waved his sword on the army's horse, and the Dingbian Army immediately answered the Rouran sentry with the fireworks jumping at the muzzle. The dense gunfire broke the tranquility of the morning.

Although the vision is poor and it is difficult to aim, causing trouble in shooting, the number advantage is enough to make up for all this. After the first round of volleys, only a few falling corpses and two or three unfortunate men who were rushing to load ammunition. After the second round of volleys, except for the blood-stained corpses on the ground, there was no resistance from the Rouran army in front of him, but at this time the Rouran camp was blown up.

When Liu Jingxiao urged the horses to fight, she did not organize her formation and led the team to directly enter the camp. The defense of the camp was very simple. There were temporary fences on the outside, and there were more than a dozen tents inside.

The Dingbian Army's sneak attack achieved the expected results. After sweeping down several sentries, he kicked open the fence and rushed into the camp. He happened to meet the Rouran rebels who had just gotten up from the bed. These rebels were beaten up by the sudden attack. Most of them were empty-handed, some were running barefoot, some even naked, and some even picked up their swords and rushed towards the formation of the Dingbian Army.

The queue of six platoons of soldiers can just give full play to its maximum firepower advantage. The roaring line up one after another seems to never stop.

Under the platoon of the Dingbian Army, blood was splashing everywhere, and the screams of the Rouran rebels were everywhere. The damage caused by the enemy's resistance to the predecessor's border army was almost negligible. The Rouran rebels, who had just woken up from their sleep, immediately fired a bullet or two from the predecessor's border army.

The unilateral massacre did not last long, and the Rouran army was still resisting hopelessly but strongly, and no one was willing to surrender to the Dingbian Army.

Some people even gave up their resistance, raised their saber and rushed towards the Dingbian Army. After several shots, they still charged forward, and fell under the guns of the Dingbian Army.

Some people responded the opposite, avenged their belief in avenging the dead, and ran towards places opposite to the battlefield. Although the camp was small, they were often noticed by the Dingbian Army at a glance, but the Dingbian Army's attention was generally focused on the resisters, so there were still many successful ones.

After more than ten minutes of battle, the Rouran army in this camp was swept away. The camp was filled with white smoke caused by the firing of rifles, and the morning mist that had not yet dissipated was very uncomfortable. What's more, the smell of fire and blood here, coupled with the sound of wounded soldiers on both sides screaming due to pain, brought a very depressing feeling.

"Discover the enemy reinforcements!" Fang Chuming's cry declared the end of the good time of the Dingbian Army, and also cheered up the soldiers of the Dingbian Army again.

The enemy reinforcements appeared in front, consisting of about two infantry companies, forming a ten-row column. The morning fog had dissipated a lot, so the Dingbian Army could clearly see the situation of the enemy. The front of the team was the Rouran Empire flag with a red background blueprint, and the enemy army behind was quite neatly formed, and they marched towards the ground with neat steps.

Liu Jingxiao rode on his ocean horse and observed all this clearly. Suddenly, a stray bullet rushed past Liu Jingxiao's side, but Liu Jingxiao still looked indifferent, and her right hand holding the saber tightly had already oozed out of cold sweat.

Liu Jingxiao's position is very dangerous. He rode on the ocean horse and was in the middle of the front line. With an officer's dress, he was the most conspicuous. Everyone knew that this was the commander of the Dingbian Army.

What's more, he is a military musician on the left and a flag-holder on the right, which is the most likely position to attract enemy firepower. However, Liu Jingxiao is helpless. This position is the soul of the entire camp and the morale. If he and the flag-bearer were hiding in a safe place and had not fired a few shots, the officers and soldiers would probably have run away long ago.

He waved his sword and signaled the military musician to beat the gang drum. He gently patted the ocean horse with his hand. The horse was very willing and took the risk to move forward a few steps forward. This ocean horse is Liu Jingxiao's favorite thing. The forage he had to eat a day was filled with a triangle and appeared in the ocean. It is said that a teacher from Liu Jingxiao gave it to him. Liu Jingxiao regarded it as a treasure and no one could touch it.

Accompanied by the crisp drum sound, the avant-gardes of both sides quickly began to have a small-scale contact, and the sound of "克!克!克!" sounded from time to time, but the old Liu Jingxiao was still waiting for the opportunity.

"Fire!" Seeing that the enemy was about 150 meters away from the ground, Liu Jingxiao shouted while swinging her command knife in front of her. The first row of rifles immediately fired their bullets. When the first row of rifles was fired, the first row of soldiers took a few steps back, and then the second row of rifles began to fire again. This cycle continued until the sixth row was fired, and the original first row was loaded again.

Bullets fell like raindrops in the enemy formation. From time to time, people struggled a few times before falling to the ground. The enemy's first formation was almost half less, but the enemy was not vegetarian and responded with a dense rain of bullets, which brought equally huge casualties to the border army.

Listening to the dull and dense gunfire of the other party, Liu Jingxiao was completely shocked. There was at least one rifled rifle company in front of the enemy.

Rifted rifle company? Oh my God!

Compared with cheap and easy-to-made smoothbore guns, rifled guns have stronger power, longer range, and higher hit rate. Of course, they are more expensive and difficult to make. Even if the production of rifled guns in southern factories is added, the annual production of rifled guns in the country is only about 4,000 branches.

Even the Second Division of the Hubei Army, which is known as the country's most elite, only one-third of the riflesmen have been replaced with rifled rifles.

In Liu Jingxiao's battalion, only the front-line grenade platoon was equipped with rifled rifles, and only the squad leader of the other companies was equipped with rifled rifles. This was only obtained by Liu Jingxiao trying every means to send gifts to him.

Liu Jingxiao didn't expect to encounter a complete rifled rifle company here.
Chapter completed!