"Damn Rose!"

Zhang Shuangquan cursed, stopped and took off the mortar behind him, stood on the ground, and shouted: "Take Futian away first!"

While speaking, two people ran over and held the injured Liu Futian and continued to move forward. But he brought one person and the speed was much slower.

Zhang Shuangquan glanced at the Ross cavalry who had less than a hundred steps, his eyes fell on the position where the artillery had just been fired, and he muttered: "Sixty-five steps, breeze, ruler three or eight..."

He shook the mortar stand in his hand and adjusted the appropriate angle.

"Captain! Go quickly! The Ross is coming up!" The team member who had already run out more than ten steps couldn't help but shout anxiously when he saw Zhang Shuangquan still operating the artillery gun.

Zhang Shuangquan seemed to have not heard it, staring at the Ross cavalry as they were getting closer and closer. As they were about to pass by their shelling positions, they suddenly threw the shells into the mortar and turned around and ran away.

"Bang!"

A dull sound came, the mortar shook slightly, the shells came out of the chamber, and a earth-shaking sound came from the Ross people chasing from afar.

The loud noise made Zhang Shuangquan and others staggered, feeling the ground under their feet trembling.

After the explosion, Zhang Shuangquan smiled. Such a violent explosion could never be done by a shell.

That's right! Zhang Shuangquan's target was never the Ross people he pursued, but the shell box that had just been left behind by them.

The original plan to attack the Ross artillery team's position was very smooth, and the Ross' left-wing artillery team was almost crippled, but Liu Futian's injury forced Zhang Shuangquan to change his plan.

Putting the ammunition box together is Zhang Shuangquan's back-up. In addition to regular training, Zhang Shuangquan was sure to hit the target within three shells.

But there is no chance to let him school artillery in actual combat, and there is only one chance. If he can't catch it, not only him, but also the entire team is at risk of being wiped out.

Fortunately, he succeeded! One shot ignited the ammunition box and blew up the Ross cavalry chasing behind him into a mess.

"Captain! It's the captain! Kill hundreds of Ross cavalry in one go, it's so amazing!"

"That's it! Our captain made great achievements in combat, back then..."

Hearing his subordinates' flattery, Zhang Shuangquan said with a stern face: "Stop talking nonsense! When is it time? I still have the heart to talk nonsense!"

The injured Liu Futian was supported by someone, and he jumped and said, "What are you afraid of! Anyway, the people of Ross have been blinded by the bombing, and they will chase them for a while... Captain! The people of Ross are catching up again!"

Liu Futian glanced back as he spoke, and saw dozens of Ross cavalry who had rushed out of the smoke and dust and chased after him.

"Run!" Zhang Shuangquan and others exclaimed, and ran to their positions with all their strength.

The sound of horse hooves behind him became more and more rapid. Several people had already tried their best, but they were still dozens of steps away from the position.

Several people heard the grim smile of the Ross people and the neighing of the war horses, and even felt the cold breath of the steel knife. The next moment, they seemed to be torn to pieces by the Ross cavalry.

After rushing forward a few more steps, Zhang Shuangquan stepped onto the ground and shouted: "Jump!"

The whole person rushed forward and rushed into the shallow pit dug in front. The team members following him jumped in one after another, and even the wounded Liu Futian, the wounded, rolled in.

The soil pit that was not deep was filled with more than a dozen people. They squeezed each other and couldn't get up for a while.

The Ross people chasing behind laughed. The Orientals continued to run away and could live longer. Now they took the initiative to jump into the pit without slashing with steel knives. They just needed to step on the horse and step on the other side into meat paste.

"drive!"

The Ross clamped his legs and rushed into the pit. He wanted to trample on the group of Eastern people who attacked them, so that they would always be part of the soil.

"Da da da da da!!"

Just as the Ross cavalry was about to step into the pit, heavy and dense gunshots sounded in the northern legion positions. The gunshots were so dense that bullets swept through dozens of cavalry.

The war horse chasing the front did not even wail and fell to the ground. The Ross on the horse's back showed several blood flowers in the air and no longer breathed when he fell into the pit.

Gunshots continued to sound, and they were silent until dozens of cavalry were shot and fell to the ground. In just a few breaths, dozens of cavalry were destroyed, and each of them was hit by several bullets, which was extremely miserable.

Zhang Shuangquan crawled out of the pit, spat hard on the corpse of the Ross people beside him, and gave a thumbs up in the direction of the position.

...

"Marson! The cavalry chasing the Eastern gunners did not come back, they..."

"Um?"

Yankoff could hardly believe his ears. They were just three hundred elite cavalry chasing more than a dozen gunners. How could they be wiped out?

He raised his telescope and looked into the distance. He saw the gunners fumbled on the dead cavalry, and took out something to show off from time to time.

"Damn it! idiots! How could they fail?" Yankoff growled in anger.

The officer who reported the news hesitated and said, "Master Marshal! The Northern Legion's position fired continuous bullets and knocked Chekov and the others to the ground!"

"What? Are you saying that the Orientals kept firing? They beat Chekov and the others to death?" Yankov asked.

The officer swallowed his saliva and nodded, "Yes! Marshal!"

Keep firing! How many people are the Orientals using to respond to those gunners? If this is true, they will definitely not have many troops deployed in front...

"Master Marshal! I think there shouldn't be many Easterners shooting Chekov and others, maybe only one gun..." The officer hesitated for a while and decided to tell the truth.

Although he thought his words were ridiculous, he still told the truth.

Yankf was angry and laughed, shook his head and said, "Can a gun be shot continuously? You can't drink too much vodka, and have hallucinations!

If there is such a weapon, God will not hand it over to the Easterners. You go down!"

The officer hesitated for a while, and finally said nothing, turned around and walked down.

Yankoff looked at the Northern Legion with fiery eyes. Although the opponent used strange artillery to severely damage his shelling position, the artillery had already covered the musketeers' approach.

The broken barbed wire fences in front of the Northern Legion's positions could no longer stop the Ross people. Just need the army to advance through, and victory will belong to you.

"Chir...!Chir...!"

The sharp cannon sound came again, and Yankoff's brow jumped. The new Oriental artillery was small in size and powerful, and it was definitely a weapon on the battlefield.

We must bring back a few intact cannons to be researched and imitated by domestic research so that the Ross can also possess such war machines.

"Ka! Da! Da!"
Chapter completed!