The Han did not continue the attack, but waited for two days.

During these two days, the scouts of the two armies fought against each other.

One of the two parties wants to find out the truth about the other party, while the other wants to desperately keep the secret.

On the prairie fifty kilometers outside Tashkent, the cavalry from both sides launched a life-and-death chase.

Zu Kuan was holding a strange-looking rifle in his hand. This new weapon was very heavy. The caliber was actually 12.7 mm. This kind of gun was completely impossible to hold.

A tripod can only be set up to stabilize the muzzle.

The most unique thing about this kind of sniper rifle, which the commander calls it, is that it has a scope above the barrel.

My eyes are pressed against the scope, and the edge of the rubber is a little uncomfortable sticking to my eye sockets. But there is nothing I can do about it, this is the best thing I can find.

Spring is a windy and sandy season, but today there was almost no wind at all.

The tripod is placed on the tank's turret, which has been painted yellow to suit the Tashkent landscape.

A Mongolian soldier scout appeared in the scope. Although it was a thousand meters away, the hair and hair were indeed distinguishable in the scope.

This is a very young Mongolian, with a capable aura all over his body. His eyes are as sharp as a goshawk, and his skills are as agile as a leopard.

He let the horse lie down in the grass and quietly moved forward.

This guy is like this, hiding from the outside observers.

It's a pity that he didn't escape Zu Kuan's sight.

He walked very slowly, with the crosshair pressed firmly on his chest. Zu Kuan was not sure whether he could hit this person from this distance.

Before this, he had never attempted to shoot at an enemy from such a long distance.

"Bang!" The hot bullet left the barrel of the gun, and Zu Kuan felt as if his body had been hit by an ox. His numb shoulder made Zu Kuan feel as if his arm was going to be crippled.

There's no way around it, this is a 12.7mm sniper rifle. The recoil is so powerful that it can definitely be intimidating.

"Captain! Hit! Hit!" The staff officer holding a telescope beside him happily congratulated Zu Kuan.

"Hit?" Zu Kuan asked in question.

Because of the huge recoil, his eyes left the scope. From such a long distance, to the naked eye, there was not much difference between a person and a match head.

"It's really a hit!" the staff officer replied seriously.

"Let's go and have a look!" Zu Kuan wanted to see how powerful this rifle, which could kill a person from a thousand meters away, was.

The orderly was waiting under the tank, looking after the horses in his hands.

After getting on his horse, Zu Kuan galloped to the place where the Mongol scout fell.

Although he was mentally prepared, Zu Kuan was still shocked.

The left half of the scout's chest was completely blown open by bullets. His left arm was completely missing, and his exposed sternum and internal organs were still bleeding.

The strange thing is that there is no damage to his head, not even much blood.

His eyes were wide open, as if he was still alive. But Zu Kuan knew that such harm to the servant would basically kill him on the spot.

"Those bastards said that this kind of bullet can cut a person in half if shot in the stomach. I didn't believe it before, but now I fucking believe it."

The smell of internal organs permeated the air, and it was a very unpleasant smell. Zu Kuan lost interest in watching any more, so he asked the Mongolian war horses to be taken away, and he rode towards his regiment headquarters.

"Tell the cavalry battalion to bring in the Mongolian scouts. Let the sharpshooters sent down from above practice! Damn it, even a fool can kill an enemy soldier with this kind of gun. At this point, you still have the nerve to be called a sharpshooter.

"

Zu Kuan determined that the reason why those sharpshooters were terrifying was mostly because of the sniper rifles in their hands. Although I heard that these guns were extremely expensive, they were indeed easy to use.

"Captain, a total of five sharpshooters were sent here. The same goes for the second regiment! How can only ten people deal with so many scouts?" The staff officer felt that it would be better to let the cavalry on the outside stop them first.

"Five people? These five people can face fifty people without any problem. There is no need to let the brothers of the cavalry battalion make fearless sacrifices. I heard that in the past two days, dozens of people have died in the cavalry battalion.

We are all our brothers, it would be good if one more of us can go back alive."

"No!" the staff officer said "No" and ran out to deliver the order.

The nightmare of the Mongolian scouts has arrived. They are lurking on the grassland. Their yellow Mongolian robes almost blend with the grass.

They were very confident in their disguise, but just when they desperately wanted to move forward and find out what kind of enemy team they were in front of them.

A bullet flew over, and the only thing they could be sure of was that the shooter was far away from them. Because they were hit by the bullet first and then heard the gunshot.

Sometimes, they could even see the muzzle flash.

However, the bullets flew too fast. Before their brains could react, their bodies would be cut in half by the powerful bullets.

The 12.7 sniper rifle was so powerful that it could break a person into pieces with one shot. Therefore, there were dozens of fragmented corpses on the grassland at the end of the day.

The smell of blood and internal organs attracted many wolves or crows. Greedy vultures descended from a high altitude and jumped around to eat the internal organs of the corpses on the ground.

These guys really like to eat offal.

Luobuzangdanjin waited all day, but none of the scouts he sent out came back. At night, he was a little desperate. Because today I am full moon, the bright moon hangs high in the sky, and the silver-white moonlight shines on the entire grassland.

Anyone who wants to sneak through the darkness will be discovered. In the end, after a melodious gunshot, they turn into a wisp of soul and go to see their eternal life.

Luobuzangdanjin waited all night, but the result was the same as during the day, and none of the scouts came back.

He already vaguely felt that something was wrong. Within ten miles around Tashkent, more than 120,000 Mongolian cavalry had gathered.

Just five miles outside Tashkent, Luobuzangdanjin even followed the example of the Han people, digging trenches and building field fortifications.

Those artillery pieces that were finally obtained were all tried their best to get to the top of the city.

With the convenience of height, artillery can easily support infantry in the distance. Especially the ten rocket launchers are simply Luobuzangdanjin's treasures.

He determined that no matter what kind of enemy it was, as long as ten rocket launchers fired a salvo, the attack would collapse. Even the powerful Man Gui would suffer the same fate when encountering rocket launchers.

On the morning of the third day, Zu Kuan and Cao Bianjiao decided to attack.

Because the Mongolians within a hundred miles nearby have basically gathered around Tashkent. Even if we wait any longer, no more Mongolians will come.

Two tank regiments and six tank battalions were lined up. Behind them was an armored personnel carrier with a 12.7 anti-aircraft machine gun.

Behind it is a 120mm self-propelled artillery with light armor but an extremely large turret.

This is a standard billowing stream of iron, and the roar of the machine can be heard ten miles away. The Mongolians thought it was the roar of an evil dragon in hell.

They looked at the pebbles beating constantly on the edge of the trench in horror. They didn't know what kind of monster the Ming army had brought.

There was no wind yesterday, but the wind is very strong today.

What satisfies the Mongols most is that the Ming people fought against the wind today. Fools all know that when fighting on a windy day on the battlefield, a tailwind is far more advantageous than a headwind.

Of course, there are downsides to windy days.

That is, the strong wind stirred up a lot of sand and dust, and the smoke brought by the running tanks suddenly reduced the visibility of the entire battlefield to the standard of a sandstorm.

The Ming army tanks were lined up in a row. When the Mongolian soldiers looked at this thing that was spitting black smoke and roaring like a dragon, they were all frightened.

He didn't know what it was, he only knew that it would be very scary. It was because the things that the Ming army tinkered with were not very good.

The tank didn't care about this. The soldiers wore goggles on their faces inside the tank. Although the tank was bumpy, they didn't suffer much from the wind and sand.

Luobuzangdanjin's hand holding on to the city wall was shaking a little. What those fleeing Mongolian soldiers said was damn true.

The Ming army really had monsters that could spit black smoke and make loud noises.

"Bazooka! Hit me hard!" Out of fear of the unknown, Luobuzangdanjin used his trump card as soon as he came up.

As long as the rocket launcher can deal with this thing, this battle will still have to be fought.

The Russian soldier in charge of commanding the rocket launcher quickly adjusted the angle. The rocket launcher is a coverage strike weapon and is not very capable of destroying point targets.

Especially this kind of moving point target is very difficult to hit with a rocket launcher.

When the sun rose a pole high, the Mongols took the lead in opening fire.

Huge plumes of smoke billowed from the city walls, and the unique roar of rocket launchers made people's eardrums hurt.

Today was a tailwind, and the rocket launchers flew farther than expected. In addition, as the tanks continued to advance, many rockets missed. But there were still rockets that hit the tank directly.

Although they were wearing heavy armor, but they were directly hit by rockets, their fate was definitely not much better. The two unlucky tanks were directly knocked back to the state of parts.

The remaining tanks were lucky and were not directly hit.

The shrapnel hit the armor of the tank, making a "bang bang" sound. Some tanks were very close to the explosion point, and the shrapnel from the rocket was even embedded in the armor of the tank.

The nine self-propelled artillery pieces at the end of the formation stopped. The huge smoke after the rocket launch was the best target indicator.

The attack is simple calculation, self-propelled howitzer fires.

The biggest advantage of howitzer shells is their extremely high effectiveness against point targets.

However, there is a little trouble today, that is, the Ming army is at the headwind.

"Boom!" A 120mm high-explosive howitzer shell hit the city wall of Tashkent directly.

Immediately afterwards, at least five artillery shells hit the city wall of Tashkent directly.

Luobuzangdanjin's face suddenly turned pale because he found that the Tashkent city wall made of stone had begun to crack. If a few more cannonballs were hit, the city wall would definitely collapse.

When the city wall collapsed, the artillery deployed at the top of the city was destroyed.
To be continued...