Chapter 770 The land here will definitely be more popular next year than this year

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Under the impact of the shells, all the gravel hard soil, and even the mud bumps of little fingers, splashed at high speed and exploded around. For personnel and war horses, they were definitely deadly weapons. Just one shell exploded, and people and objects within a range of five feet would be shot out beyond recognition.

Those fanatics do not have any armor. The robe on their bodies can only block their eyes and heat, and has no protective effect on the sputtering of shrapnel, gravel, hard soil, and debris. As long as one is hit, it will be either dead or injured. Judging from the effect of the explosion of the shell, it is more than several times larger than the explosion just now.

Such a huge contrast immediately made all the fanatics confused. This time, they were completely in chaos. In the chaos, there were also a large number of casualties. People continued to fall, and war horses continued to fall. The Gobi Desert in front of the oasis seemed to have become a slaughterhouse. All the fanatics were withstood the test of the god of death. If they were not lucky, they were all eliminated in this test.

"What's going on?"

"how so?"

All the people watching the game behind were stunned.

The huge contrast between the artillery fire in front and rear of the White Army also made them confused.

I just thought that the White Army had no means to deal with the fanatics, but I didn't expect that in the blink of an eye, the White Army's cannons began to become fierce again. Not only became fierce, but they became perverted. Under the fierce artillery fire of the White Army, all the fanatics were almost like groups of people going up to die. Each bomb explosion would take away the lives of several or even dozens of fanatics.

In the face of the flowing blood, in front of the flying yellow sand, in the face of the earth-shaking screams, human lives are definitely the most fragile. They are like the lowest ants, easily trampled to death. Occasionally, the wind blows away the smoke and dust flying in the sky. The people behind them see only corpses everywhere and white robes dyed with blood. Countless white robes were blown up by the wind, just like Tibetan prayer flags.

By this time, Abdulatifu and others finally knew how to classify mortars into the category of cannons. In their impression, no other weapon except cannons was so powerful. They estimated that the White Army must have used some new type of powerful artillery. Otherwise, the artillery fire would not be so fierce. However, no matter how they observed it, they could not observe where the White Army's cannons were hidden.

The oasis occupied by the White Army has a lower terrain than the surrounding Gobi Deserts. The mortar position is set near the spring, which is almost the lowest point of the entire oasis. Therefore, the existence of mortars cannot be seen from outside the oasis. This inevitably makes Abdulatifu and others suspicious. How did the White Army bring artillery to the Flame Mountain?

In their impression, weapons such as artillery are very bulky. Not to mention using human drag, it is also very difficult to use animal drag. Especially in places with rough and uneven roads, transporting cannons is simply a fantasy. As far as they know, the terrain on Flame Mountain is definitely the worst of the terrain they know. It is impossible to transport cannons in Flame Mountain.

However, no matter how subconsciously they felt it was impossible, anyway, the facts were in front of them. The White Army transported weapons such as cannons and appeared in front of them. This alone made them feel very terrifying. Because if the White Army carried cannons, it would be impossible for them to guard Turpan. The Turpan city walls could not withstand the shelling!

"This is impossible..." Abdullain murmured to himself in a low voice.

As the governor of Turpan, this is probably what Abdul Rain most reluctant to see. The White-Clothed Army not only has powerful muskets, but also powerful cannons. How could he be the opponent of the White-Clothed Army? Tens of thousands of fanatics went to find trouble for the White-Clothed Army, but they all died. How could he see the little force under his command?

Such fierce artillery fire could probably wipe out Turpan City in just a few strokes. In fact, such cruel artillery fire could not be stopped by the human body. If he was not tactful, he would probably have been blown to pieces by the fierce artillery fire and died without even seeing Xu Xingxia.

At this moment, deep in his heart, he was very regretful that he shouldn't have been fooled by Rosalind and Marshatini to help them find trouble for the White Army. They were people with big backgrounds. In the event of a battle, they would be patted at most, go back to the Western Regions, and leave the mess for them to clean up. Others have strong backgrounds, even if the White Army fought to the Three Kingdoms of the Western Regions, they probably would have the chance to escape all the way to the Mediterranean.

However, after the battle ended, the Yarkand Kingdom was over. It is said that Xu Xingxia was a very scrupulous guy and would revenge him. It would be no good for anyone to offend him. If he was really angry, he would definitely dismember the Yarkand Kingdom. The top leaders of the Yarkand Kingdom would be killed. By the way, there are indeed a lot of big figures killed by Xu Xingxia.

This is really a fatal problem. Moreover, they still don’t know where the way to solve the problem is. The White Army cannot afford to offend. However, they seem to be unable to offend the giant in the West. This time, Rosalind and Marshatini brought a large number of fanatics. If they cause trouble in the Kingdom of Yarkand and cause trouble, they are afraid that it will be difficult for them to deal with it!

"no!"

"This can't continue like this!"

"They must be made to speed up!"

Suddenly, Martha Tinni screamed hysterically.

The sudden counterattack of the White Army made Marshatini's mood completely out of control.

I only saw that in the bursts of explosive air waves, the fanatic cavalry team was like a small sampan rolling in the stormy waves of the sea, constantly falling down. In Martha Tinni's eyes, they were very powerful, and they were as fragile as ants in front of the artillery fire of the White Army. As long as the shells fell, the fanatics would be killed and injured in groups.

Those who rushed the fastest had the worst casualties. Zhou Weihong and others were also the fanatics who rushed to the front. Because, from a tactical perspective, those who rushed to the front were the most fierce. They were all the backbone of the fanatics and the elite among the elites. Killing them could greatly weaken the combat power of the fanatics and effectively reduce the luck of the fanatics.

"put!"

"Let it go as fast as possible!"

Zhou Weihong kept shouting back and forth with a hoarse voice.

When the mortar is fired, a large amount of white smoke will be produced. These white smokes contain a strong smell of gunpowder. More than one hundred mortars are continuously fired, and the white smoke in the air condenses and penetrates each other, and eventually becomes a vast white piece that cannot be blown away. The rich smell of gunpowder floating in the air can be suffocating.

In order to prevent suffocation, some artillery soldiers had to use wet towels to cover their noses and breathe hard. However, they had to free up their hands to operate the mortars, what should they do? So they simply wrapped the wet towels on their faces. When they really couldn't bear it, they opened their mouths to breathe. As a result, the smell of gunpowder and dust poured into their throats. The dry feeling could make people fall into a coma at the beginning.

In fact, there were indeed a few artillery soldiers who could not withstand such a harsh environment. Suddenly, without saying a word, they fell into a coma. The soldiers of the hunting cavalry hurriedly dragged them outside, to the vicinity of the spring, used clear water to water their faces, and gave them artificial respiration, and took all the measures to save them.

Generally speaking, with the help of medical soldiers, there is no danger in the coma warriors. However, there are exceptions to everything. If coma and heatstroke are mixed together, it will be more troublesome. In fact, due to the combination of multiple factors, less than half an hour after the battle began, Zhou Weihong's subordinates had already fallen into a coma. No one can guarantee whether they can wake up in the future.

"Fire the fire, don't worry about anything else." Xu Xingxia said calmly.

At this time, as the supreme commander, the least needed thing is kindness. Mercy can only be reflected in the usual training ground. At this time, kindness is cruelty to other soldiers. If the battle fails, no white-clothed army can survive. Only victory is the greatest kindness. Everything else must be said to be eliminated. No matter what unexpected situation occurs, the launch of the mortar cannot stop. It cannot stop for a moment.

In fact, the soldiers who manipulated the mortars used their hardships and patience to create huge achievements for the White Army. Every shell they fired was no possibility of failure. As long as the shell exploded, at least several fanatics' lives could be reimbursed. No matter how dense, fierce, or fearless the death of the fanatics' team was, they gradually became sparse under the bombardment of the shells.

No one knows how many people were killed by the fanatics. They can only see corpses everywhere, messy debris everywhere. A large amount of blood gushed out and disappeared into the dry Gobi Desert. The Gobi Desert here may have never absorbed so much blood. It is certain that the land here will definitely be even more red next year than this year.

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