"That shot was a good one, who fired it?" Di Lie, who was sitting quietly on the roof of the third floor of the Guancheng bunker and commanding the battle, asked into the microphone.

Because the interior of Guancheng is like a fortress in later generations, it is divided into three floors, and there are stairs connecting each floor. If Di Lie wants to convey an order, it will take almost a minute for the messenger to run from the third floor to the second floor and then to the bottom;

There are situations below that need to be reported back, and some time will be lost. On the battlefield, time is life, and it is the key to victory or defeat.

How to solve this communication problem? Di Lie remembered that he had watched "Tunnel Warfare" countless times. The device in it, which used a large bamboo tube as a microphone, was worth learning from. So, he also made one. It was nearly four feet tall.

A long, bowl-thick bamboo goes straight to the bottom of the building. On each floor, a hole is made in the bamboo tube for sound transmission, and a small copper bell is hung next to it. If you have something to report, just shake the bell. Not to mention, the effect

It's actually really good.

Soon, the news came back: "It's Yan Qilang from Team C."

Di Lie praised: "That's right, just this one shot will make you a great leader. Keep working hard."

Di Lie was appointed on the spot, which immediately caused a stir among the training camp students on the front line. Everyone was excitedly gearing up. Just use one finger and press the trigger hard, and you will get the military merit. It is so easy and comfortable.

Who doesn't want to fight? Especially as the top student of Team A and Team B, who has not fired a single shot until now, watching Team C and Team D get military honors is really heartbreaking... But there is no Di

Following Lie's order, no matter how depressed the students in the two teams were, they would never dare to lift a finger.

After two months of intensive training, I dare not say anything else. This rule of order and prohibition has been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people. Even if you have a hot temper and a loose personality, you will be punished by reciting the first article of the "Infantry Training Regulations Manual" a thousand times.

After that, even talking in sleep was "a soldier's bounden duty to obey orders"...

At this time, looking out from the shooting hole on the third floor, we could see that the bandits were in an offensive posture again. In front of the soldiers, there appeared several big men with red scarves on their heads.

, it was a cart with a dozen knocked-out dogs of various colors thrown into it.

The big men grabbed a big bowl. They drank it with their necks raised, and then took a puff and sprayed it all on the boning knife in their hands. Then each of them grabbed a black dog and stabbed it into the dog's belly... In the black

Amid the barking of the dog, dog blood gushes out like a fountain and scatters in all directions...

It’s the bloody demon-breaking method again! Can’t there be any new tricks? Di Lie was speechless. The Jin army was thinking of this trick when they were attacked by sniper rifles. Now these bandits are facing unknown dangers.

This is the same method used to deal with a murderer. It seems that even different ethnic groups use similar methods to deal with unknown fears.

In fact, this is not only true for different ethnic groups at the same time, but even eight hundred years later in another time and space, the Boxers were exactly the same when facing foreign guns and cannons - a dog's blood would defeat the foreign guns! Of course, everyone knows that,

what's the result……

"Order, except Team A, stay still, the other three teams take turns to shoot, targeting the sheep and horse wall." Di Lie said coldly, "I want to make this small sheep and horse wall an insurmountable line of death.

!”

Large swaths of dog blood were spilled on the floor, and the strong fishy smell was mixed with the black dog Bo's feces and urine when he was dying, stinking all the way. Although the smell was unpleasant, the thieves became more courageous. With a cry

Shouting, with fifty soldiers as the vanguard, they rushed up the ladder.

At this moment, the devil-like voice rang again: "Team B is ready, the first round of volley, target, the enemy on the sheep and horse wall! Fire!"

Bang bang bang! The fire flashed and the smoke filled the air.

The seven or eight soldiers who stepped onto the wall of sheep and horses first had their shields in their hands torn apart like tissue paper, and the thin leather armor on their bodies was even more vulnerable. Each of them was hit by at least three or four bullets, one

They fell like dumplings. The penetration power of lead bullets is slightly weaker than that of a crossbow, but its destructive power is extremely high. Once the protection is broken, the damage to the human body is more terrifying than ten crossbow bolts hitting the body.

As long as these soldiers are hit by one bullet, even if it is non-vital parts such as limbs, the person is basically disabled. If he is hit by three or four bullets like this, and then falls off a wall ten feet high, he can be said to be dead.

A definite one.

Di Lie saw such results from the shooting hole and was very satisfied.

There are three floors, thirty shooting holes on each floor, and one salvo is thirty rounds of bullets. Thirty rounds of bullets kill eight enemies, and an average of nearly four bullets kill one person. Such a hit rate and results are definitely strong.

The bow and arrow projectiles of this era were the same as those used by Western armies in later generations, and achieved results.

This is not surprising. Each student in the training camp has at least 20 bullets of fixed and moving target shooting experience. They also have to hang rocks from the barrel of the gun every day for stability and recoil resistance training.

.Coupled with the calibration of the ruler, the shooting accuracy is further improved. At a distance of fifty steps, when hitting a target as big as a person, I dare not say that every shot will hit, but it is easy to hit one out of two shots.

Due to the limitations of the terrain, although there are many thieves, they can only crawl over seven or eight people at a time. Thirty muskets can completely "take care" of these few people. There are a total of ninety muskets on the first, second and third floors.

The resulting round of fire was enough to completely lock this short wall.

This is Di Lie's tactic of "fortresses equipped with muskets, and sheep and horse walls used as barbed wire".

Under this new tactic combined with advanced weapons, it would be almost impossible for the attacking soldiers to break through this death blockade without strict training, strict military discipline, high morale, and a fearless spirit.

Di Lie knew this; the students in the training camp didn't know it at first, but now they gradually understand it; only the bandits of the Wuzhai Allied Forces, ranging from the commanders Xu Qing and Wang Jin to the remaining auxiliary soldiers carrying ladders

...It's so pitiful that they really don't know...

"Come on! Come on! Don't stop!" Xu Qing yelled and wiped his face, looking at the row of holes on the top of the weird city with a dull look. Just now, he saw those holes with his own eyes.

Balls of fire erupted from it, accompanied by a series of explosions like fried beans. After that, his elite soldiers fell down one by one. Xu Qing murmured: "So, this is 'fire'... What are you looking at?"

Jin? Give it to me quickly!"

The second group of soldiers rushed to the sheep and horse wall again, but were wiped out by a volley of shots from Team D.

"Bloody! Sprinkle some blood on me!" Xu Qing kicked and kicked the big men in red scarves up the ladder.

Several big men in red scarves held boning knives in their mouths and climbed up the ladder with the dead dog on their backs. They stood on the wall of sheep and horses. They held the dead dog high in one hand and stabbed it into the dog's belly with the other hand. But they almost

Just as the dog's blood spurted out, a burst of gunfire rang out. The red liquid that was the same as the dog's blood came out of the stomachs of the big men in red scarves. For a moment, the dog's stomach and the human stomach were like a competition. It was exciting.

The ground spurted blood...

"It won't work, it won't work! Their 'Palm Thunder' is too many and too strong!" The accountant shouted, "Three leaders, it's better to withdraw our troops for the time being. After we go back, we will also invite a Taoist immortal master. I've thought about it.

Let’s talk about this spell..."

"How dare you f*ck mess with my military morale!" Xu Qing was really anxious, and kicked the accountant into a somersault. The accountant couldn't control the momentum, and he rolled along the outside of the mountain road.

He fell all the way down the cliff. He only had time to let out a half-scream, and his whole body fell into pieces.

"I don't believe in this evil!" At some point, Wang Jin, the second master of Dashiling Village, rushed from the back of the team to the front. He stared with blood-red eyes and wielded a heavy short-handled axe.

With a wave of his arm, he disembowelled a yellow dog.

The furious Mr. Wang tore open his clothes to reveal his furry chest. He then raised the dead dog high in the air with his hands, letting the smelly dog ​​blood drip all over him. He suddenly turned around and shouted: "Who's going to follow me!"

"

"Good man! Let's follow Mr. Wang to avenge our dead brother!" The remaining twenty or so soldiers followed the same pattern and covered themselves with dog blood. They casually threw aside the useless side cards.

Rushing up to the wall of sheep and horses.

The bandits who can become soldiers in Heiya Village may not have any discipline, let alone any fighting skills, but they definitely lack a violent spirit. As soon as the blood energy rises, the king of heaven will step aside. No matter what

What magic and magic are you doing? I'll rush up and poke a few holes in you to see if you die.

More than 20 fierce men, led by Wang Jin, were divided into four groups and rushed up the sheep and horse wall like waves rushing over a dike.

Intensive gunfire rang out again, and the first wave of seven or eight men fell down, but the second wave took advantage of this gap to climb over the sheep and horse wall, and at this time, the third wave had already stood on the sheep and horse wall...

…

A cold voice sounded in Guancheng: "The musketry team mainly attacks the enemies on the sheep and horse wall, and the crossbowmen block the gaps. The firepower must be maintained continuously. Team A is ready, free fire."

Following the order given by this cold voice, gunshots were fired loudly, and the third wave of soldiers on the Yangma Wall was cleared again. The second group of soldiers who crossed the Yangma Wall picked up the two ladders that had been dropped before.

, charging like a mad tiger.

At this moment, boom boom boom, a sound of bow strings was heard. Thirty crossbow bolts were fired from the shooting hole on the bottom floor, shooting the second batch of soldiers like a group of hedgehogs.

The crossbows in the thirty shooting holes disappeared, and then replaced with shiny metal tubes... Bang bang bang! The firelight and green smoke dazzled the eyes of the second batch of soldiers. But this time

The target is not them, but the fourth wave of soldiers on the wall of sheep and horses more than ten steps behind them...

The craziest attack by the Wuzhai coalition led by Wang Jin was completely shattered by the crossfire of three layers of muskets in just one minute.

When the gunpowder smoke cleared, inside and outside the sheep and horse wall, blood flowed everywhere, and dead bodies were pillowed on the pillow.

But there is still one person standing - the second head of Dashiling Village, Wang Jin!

Wang Jin was among the second batch of soldiers. Fortunately, he rushed to the top of the wall, successfully climbed over the sheep and horse wall, successfully lifted the ladder, and launched the closest charge to the enemy towards the monster-like bunker in front of him.

That burst of arrows killed all the soldiers in front and behind Wang Jin. Wang Jin, who was caught in the middle, was not dead even though an arrow penetrated his thigh and made him unable to walk. However, when everyone fell

When he was the only one left standing, his good luck ended there.

Wang Jin's hair was disheveled, and he roared with blood foam flying: "Come on, let's blast your 'palm thunder' here! What? You don't dare? Di, if you have the guts, don't hide in this turtle shell, give it to Wang

Get out of here! Master Wang has only two legs and one leg to challenge you! Do you dare!"

There was silence in the bunker. After a while, the cold voice sounded again: "Didn't you hear what Mr. Wang said? Team D is ready, the bullets are loaded. Mr. Wang is a powerful person, give him more noise...

…”

Wang Jin looked at the rows of black muzzles and seemed to understand something. He gritted his teeth and cursed. Using all his strength, he threw the short-handled ax in his hand -

A neat volley of guns rang out... (To be continued...)
Chapter completed!