Ma Qianshan was holding a cake plate in one hand and a coffee cup in the other, eating and drinking. While seemingly leisurely, his eyes were fixed on the hillside ahead - the army of Hou Jin was like the sea water at high tide, marching along the front.

Dao Geng Slope bucked the trend and once again approached Qiong Haijun's defense line.

There were footsteps coming from the side, and he knew it was Pang Yu without looking back - Ma Qianshan could completely feel the other party's mood at this moment: as the main planner of this battle, he was actually very nervous inside, just like himself.

"They're getting very close."

Pang Yu whispered, while Ma Qianshan looked at several location marks on the hillside that he had found in advance, and chuckled:

"It's okay, there are still several hundred meters to go. I estimate that they will need to walk for at least ten minutes at this point. Let the soldiers rest for a while. Fighting is a physical job. This time, the fight will not end until dark.

No."

Pang Yu stopped talking. He knew that Lao Ma was an absolute expert in distance measurement. In fact, he did not need to use those markers. He could estimate the corresponding distance to a close by just opening and closing his eyes in turn. He said he was not in a hurry.

, then there is really no need to worry.

"Then I'll go check out the machine gun positions."

Pang Yu walked away, but not long after he left the table, he came over again. Before he could get closer, Ma Qianshan, who had already guessed his intention, pointed to a white rock on the opposite hillside and said leisurely:

"Did you see that big stone? It's light white, well, it's stained with blood now, but it's still whiter than the surrounding ones?"

"ah?"

Jie Xi was a little stunned, and Ma Qianshan continued:

"The distance between that piece of limestone and our current position is the attack distance I set. When the enemy's general's flag passes near that stone, it will be our opportunity to fire again."

"oh."

Jie Xi nodded, turned around and left without saying anything more.

Ma Qianshan picked up the cup and plate for the third time, put it down before bringing it close to his mouth, and sighed - Tang Jian and Wang Haiyang came hand in hand.

The two of them were quite conscious. Seeing that Ma Qianshan had raised the cup three times but couldn't even take a drink, they didn't get too close but stood aside and waited for Ma Qianshan to eat something first, but the latter

How could he ignore it? He stood up and saluted the two kings of Tang Dynasty and smiled at the same time:

"Do you need to be so nervous? One, two or three, all run towards me."

"Our wealth and life are all bet on you, Lao Ma. Look at the ground-to-ground posture on the opposite side. If the artillery bombardment is not effective, I am afraid that the paper shell volley gun alone will not be able to stop so many madmen. If they are allowed to charge,

Come in and we may really be 'glorious' here."

Tang Jian was embarrassed to say anything, but Wang Haiyang was very cheerful and spoke out his concerns without hesitation. Ma Qianshan pondered for a moment and smiled casually:

"Okay, let me say it again: Even if you relax, I have reserved more than 100% margin in my pre-war calculations. If their number is doubled, they will not be able to get close to our defense line. What do you think about the close proximity?

The power of modern artillery is still underestimated. Our army's artillery has never been organized on such a large scale. Even in some actual combat in recent years, you have only seen the firing of a few individual guns. And artillery is a 'one plus one'

For arms larger than 2', the number and power of artillery are not simply cumulative. Especially after being organized into a group of artillery, a large number of artillery shells explode at the same time, the superposition effect of fragments and shock waves; and the hit rate increases rapidly due to the expansion of coverage.

Team Tang, Team Wang, please believe me. I will not risk my brother’s life - there is no risk in our battle."

The two people said nothing and walked away silently. Ma Qianshan was finally able to finish the meal in peace.

After finishing the tea in a few mouthfuls and putting down the cups and plates, he stood up, gave a thumbs up, and measured the distance again using the eye-tap method - it was very rough, but it was completely sufficient on the battlefield in this era.

However, just as Ma Qianshan was observing the enemy's closest infantry formations, movement in the other direction caught his eye - it was a group of Mongolian cavalry, which originally fired a single shot in a very scattered manner.

In the past, it was definitely not cost-effective to follow the infantry formation and approach slowly, but now it started to move quickly.

The pace increased and the distance between them decreased. The prairie shepherds actually assumed a posture of attacking the cavalry. A mobile battle formation, although still very loose, was fully capable of attacking and was quickly formed in front of the infantry formation. And it is still growing.

speed.

Their speed was not fast at first, just like an ordinary walk. However, under the leadership of the leading general, their pace and rhythm quickly increased, and soon they turned into a trot, getting faster and faster, and finally, after rushing out

After about a mile, those people started running at full speed.

Team after team, row after row, the light cavalry poured in like running water, but they only received a cry from their opponent:

"Problem 1

Ma Qianshan muttered softly - cavalry must pay attention to controlling the physical strength of their horses. This is an iron rule. According to the information he investigated from the Ming army at night: those Mongolian Tatars speeding up are a slow and leisurely process.

Usually, it is not until one hundred meters in front of the formation, and some brave ones will even accelerate to the extreme when they are about fifty meters away, rushing over at a crazy speed, or bypassing it - if the Ming army's battle formation on the opposite side does not collapse on its own, or is in a hurry

If you let go of the blunderbuss, no matter how many times you go around it, there will always be someone who can't bear the collapse. If one person collapses and the whole army collapses, chasing and killing the escapees is the favorite of the prairie cavalry.

However, the latest data provided by Bei Latitude to Ma Qianshan after returning this time is 500 meters - the prairie cavalry who encounter the short-haired scouts will start running and charging at about 400 to 500 meters, and they will not increase their speed after this distance.

Forget it, a slow-walking cavalry target can be easily hit even with a Qionghai rifle, not to mention that they are all equipped with new guns in Northern Latitude.

But right now, that team is still several kilometers away from Qiong Haijun's front. Ma Qianshan doesn't understand why those people are so anxious to speed up. Do they think their mounts can maintain this extreme sprint speed to kill people?

Come to yourself?

Even if Mongolian horses are famous for their long endurance, it is impossible to do this. The only common thing is for them to foam at the intersection and fall to death one after another.

He didn't know what was going on with that group of people. They were probably just junior brothers who were on the battlefield for the first time. They were too excited and didn't know how to save their horsepower. They could just leave it alone and wait until they reached half the point where they couldn't move forward or retreat in the middle of the battlefield. That was just fine.

He was treated as a living target by the infantry and named one by one.

But thinking about the few guys running around just now, Lao Ma decided to open the store as early as possible, so as not to worry those guys.

So Ma Qianshan estimated the opponent's speed and direction, gave a rough advance estimate, calculated the data and wrote it on paper, and asked the messenger to send it to several nearby artillery groups. The people in the artillery group immediately started to work.

A moment later, the rumble sounded again, and a circle of artillery shells covered the opponent's path.

One or two people can temporarily turn back and change direction midway, but it is absolutely impossible for a group of people. Unless they have received unified instructions in advance, or have a very familiar tacit understanding. That team of Mongolian cavalry obviously does not have such qualities and can be used as an artillery group.

They may have been aware that they were targeting themselves when they opened fire, and the charging formation became more dispersed, but that was all - neither the speed nor the direction changed much.

So under the control of the shooting elements calculated by Ma Qianshan, those people met the ballistic missiles falling from the sky halfway. It was like a naughty child using a bowl to cover the ant colony. Although not all of them were covered, most of them were covered.

, and—that bowl is made of iron and fire!

The explosions and roars of projectiles continued. After all, the detonation time of artillery shells using detonators cannot be very precise. But it is enough to explode. Balls of fireballs, various explosions, and smoke rose from the ground. During this period

Mixed with the exclamations and neighings of people and horses.

Tens of seconds later, everything fell silent. Most of the people in the attacking cavalry team no longer existed, leaving only a dozen or so cavalry on the outermost side barely standing, but both the people and the horses were terrified, and even more so.

Six gods have no master.

——Do you want to continue charging? Do you want a dozen people to rush over and die?

——Retreat? Is it disadvantageous for the supervising team behind?

Without waiting for the horses to run out of energy, those people were already in a dilemma. However, their desperate charge brought at least one effect - the overall rhythm of the battlefield was once again improved. Both the infantry and cavalry formations of the attackers were silently speeding up.

Moving speed.

There was no further delay on Ma Qianshan's side. Small slips of paper with the names of shooting Zhu Yuan were quickly written in his hands, and were distributed to various artillery groups as the orderlies ran and passed them around.

What followed was a circle of death wreaths, one after another blooming in the area between the two armies.

Artilleryman Wang Wu trotted all the way to deliver the ammunition package to the artillery position. "Mrs. Cuihua" who had finished cleaning the barrel was waiting for this feast. Her appetite is still very good at the moment and she needs to swallow two pills at a time.

A bag, then a wooden partition, and then a gift to be given to the Tatars opposite: a round, round iron watermelon.

As usual, Wang Wu inserted the detonator tube at a good distance into the iron watermelon. Every time during training, someone would forget to insert the tube because of nervousness and rush. Then the shell fired would really be just an iron lump - this thing is for safety and explosion prevention.

The measures were taken very well, and it would definitely not explode without inserting the ignition pipe.

But Wang Wu would never make this mistake, because every time he loaded a cannon, he would chant the names of his relatives. There are seventeen people in the family. Seventeen names, even if they are just nicknames, are a living life behind them.

Ah, but it's all gone, all destroyed by the Tatars.

When he fled to Lushunkou with other refugees, he only thought about escaping from that hell forever, but the winter he spent in Lushun taught him a lot - he listened to all the instructor Pang's instruction courses at once, and he realized

What I can do for my family is actually far more than just crying and running away.

With the help of Mr. Shorthair, he started a new family, but Wang Wu's original purpose of starting a family was actually very simple - if he wanted to join the Qiong Navy, he had to have a family. It didn't matter if he had parents, brothers, or a wife, son, and daughter at home. Wang Wu originally

The big and lively family was gone, so he had to build a new home, a small one, with only two people in it for the time being - fortunately, the shorthairs also recognized it.

Relying on his merits in resisting Tatar assassination with Military Advisor Pang, he skipped the one-year inspection period and was allowed to join the army directly. He was originally a fire rifle soldier, but because he performed smarter during the training, he learned new things.

Soon, he still had some mathematical ability, so he was sent to study artillery.

Wang Wu was not happy at first. What a great fire rifle soldier. He was so majestic and handsome and could directly throw fire at the Tatars. He was better trained than his companions, so why was he assigned to be a porter instead?

——Of course, that was just his previous thought. Today was his first actual combat experience as an artilleryman, and now he fully understands and agrees with what those short-haired men often say:

“The thicker the pipe, the better1

A small fire gun is nothing, Mrs. Cuihua is everything!
Chapter completed!