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- Ma Qianshan was holding a cake plate in one hand and a coffee cup in the other, eating and drinking. While he seemed to be 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 went against 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 the moment: as the main planner of this battle, he was actually very nervous inside, just like himself.
"They are 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 have 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 didn't need to use those markers. He could estimate the corresponding distance almost exactly by opening and closing his eyes in turn. He said there was no need to be anxious, so there was indeed no need to be anxious.
“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:
"Have you seen that big stone? It's light white, well, it's stained with blood now, but it's still whiter than the surrounding ones?"
"ah?"
Xie Xi was a little stunned, Ma Qianshan continued:
"The distance between that piece of limestone and our current position is the attack distance I set. When the enemy general's flag passes near that stone, it will be our time 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 it be ignored? While standing up and saluting the two kings of Tang Dynasty, he also smiled:
"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 grounded 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. What if they are allowed to charge? Come in and we might actually be 'glorious' here."
Tang Jian was embarrassed to say anything, but Wang Haiyang was very cheerful and expressed 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. Even 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 cup and plate, 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, walking slowly closer, but now it started to move quickly.
The pace was accelerated and the distance between them was reduced. Those grassland shepherds actually assumed a posture of attacking the cavalry. A mobile battle formation that was still loose but fully capable of attacking was quickly formed in front of the infantry formation. And still increasing speed.
At first their speed was not very fast, just like a normal walk. However, under the leadership of the leading general, their pace and rhythm quickly increased, and soon it turned into a trot that became faster and faster. Finally, after rushing out for about a mile, those people began to run at full speed.
One team after another, one row after anotherIn the first 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 obtained from the Ming army's Ye Bushou, the Mongolian Tatars' acceleration was a slow and leisurely process. They usually did not accelerate until one hundred meters in front of the formation, and some bold ones would not even accelerate until about fifty meters. In the extreme, rush over at a crazy speed, or go around it - if the Ming army's battle formation on the opposite side does not collapse on its own, or if the fire cannons are released in a hurry. Anyway, after bypassing it and trying it a few times, there will always be someone who can't stand it and collapses. When 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 to foam at the intersection and die 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 horsepower. You can completely leave them alone and wait until they reach half the power and stop in the middle of the battlefield, unable to advance or retreat. They can be used as live targets by the infantry.
But after 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, wrote it on paper, and asked the messenger to send it to several nearby artillery groups. The artillery crew immediately began to work.
A moment later, the rumbling sound sounded again, and a circle of artillery shells covered the opponent's only path.
One or two people can temporarily turn back and change direction halfway, but it is impossible for a group of people. Unless they have received unified instructions in advance, or have a very familiar tacit understanding. The Mongolian cavalry obviously did not have such qualities. When the artillery group opened fire, they may have realized that it was targeting them. The charging battle formation was more dispersed, but that was all - neither the speed nor the direction changed much. .
So under the control of Ma Qianshan’s calculated shooting, those people encountered the projectile falling from the sky halfway. It was like a naughty child covering the ant colony with a bowl. Although not all of them were covered, most of them were covered, and - that bowl was made of iron and fire!
The explosions and roars of projectiles continued, and the detonation time of artillery shells using detonators could not be very accurate after all. But it's enough to explode. Balls of fire, all kinds of explosions and smoke rose from the ground, mixed with the screams and neighs of people and horses.
After dozens of seconds, everything returned to silence. The vast majority of the attacking cavalry team no longer existed, leaving only a dozen or so cavalry on the outermost side barely standing, but both the men and the horses were terrified, and even more confused.
——Do you want to continue rushing? A dozen people rushed over to die?
——Back? Is the supervising team at the back disadvantageous?
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. Whether it was an infantry formation or a cavalry formation, the attackers silently increased their movement speed.
There was no further delay on Ma Qianshan's side. Small pieces of paper with the names of shooting Zhu Yuan were quickly written in his hands, and were distributed to various artillery groups under the running and passing of the ordering soldiers.
What followed was a circle of death garlands, 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. At present, her appetite is still very good. She needs to swallow two medicine packets each time, then a wooden partition, and then the gift she is going to give to the Tatars opposite: a round iron watermelon.
As usual, Wang Wu inserted a well-distanced detonator tube 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. It would definitely not explode without inserting the ignition tube.
But Wang Wu would never make this mistake, because every time he loaded a cannon, he would chant the names of his relatives. There were seventeen people in his family, ten of them.Seven names, even if they were just nicknames, there was a living life behind them, but they were 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 of Commander Pang's instruction courses at once, and he realized What I can do for my family is actually far more than 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 doesn't matter if you have parents, brothers, wife, children, or daughters at home. Wang Wu's original big and lively family is no longer there, so he has to build a new home by himself, a small one, with only two people in it for the time being - fortunately, even shorthairs recognize it.
Relying on his merits in resisting the Tatar assassination together with Military Advisor Pang, he skipped the one-year inspection period and was allowed to join the army directly. He was originally a firecracker, but because he was smarter during training, learned new things quickly, and had some math skills, he was sent to learn artillery.
Wang Wu was not happy at first. How good the fire gun soldiers were. They were majestic and handsome and could directly throw fire at the Tatars. I trained better than my peers, so why was I assigned to be a porter?
——Of course, that was just his previous thought. Today was the first actual combat he experienced as an artilleryman, and now he fully understands and agrees with what those short-haired men often say:
"The thicker the pipe, the better1"
"The little fire gun is nothing, Mrs. Cuihua is everything!"
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