Chapter 450 Knight-like duel?!

Those American citizens who were hiding in the camp and had a relaxed conversation were all in a state of dullness and shock at this moment. Their pupils were dilated to the extreme, and their eyes bulged forward hard, staring like a bison they had just slaughtered, and their eyes were not wiped out. The shit and blood were all exposed, and their eyeballs that had begun to ** reflected the firelight all over the sky.

And James's eyes on his nose fell on the meadow. His mouth grinned, like a catfish waiting for an oral examination. The quill pen had also slipped out of his hand. After wrapping a stain on the beautiful coat, he dyed his white socks black.

Major Jordan, who was overturned by the shock wave, raised his head. He didn't know where his hat had flown, and the wig on his head was also crooked, revealing half an ugly bald head. There were grass crumbs hanging on his eyebrows. His eyes were round, his mouth was half open, haggard and painful, shock and despair were full of his face, as if he had seen A group of wild boars rushed into their own vegetable field, as if to see their beautiful mother-in-law actually hooked up with the driver to become the chairman of the board of thousands of cups who put a huge cuckold on himself.

The fat guinea pig that had just drilled back into the soil seemed to be frightened. It came out of the mud and screamed. Regardless of it, it climbed over from Major Jordan's raised buttocks. After leaving a pool of fishy urine stains on his original neat military uniform, it continued to run to the free field. .

The three-pound light cannons were pulled here from thousands of miles away. They were lifted up by those heinously powerful flowering bullets, and even the gunpowder barrels behind them were ignited. The flying shrapnel, wood chips, and parts of the gun body were like a lethaling lead bullet, cutting the surrounding soldiers. The limbs, chest and abdomen of the soldier.

Screams and wailings came one after another, and the original neat queue now looked like a thousand-footed worm cut into countless sections by a childish child holding a fruit knife. In particular, the gun position of the five guns has directly turned into several deep pits. The gun has fallen off and even been damaged by the powerful destructive power of the gunfire just now.

Five three-pound guns, not fired, have become a pile of scrap metal.

Major Jordan's heart was bleeding, the corners of his mouth were twitching, and his eyes were desperate and unbelievable. The violent explosion that was enough to blow people's hearts seemed to have become the only sound. The shelling lasted for only about a second, but it made Major Jordan feel as if it had been a century. Those miserable pictures were disassembled into countless strange and fixed photos in their minds, and they emerged one by one. Later, it gradually faded away, and his most reliable artillery lost its combat effectiveness forever.

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After a round of gunfire, the rising flames and gunpowder smoke rolled up, forming five mushroom clouds with complex patterns on the battlefield. In the past, when he looked at such a mushroom cloud on the enemy's position, Major Jordan felt that it was so magnificent and beautiful, but now, it made his heart cold, as if he had seen the god of doom and had opened his evil wings.

All the Indian warriors were almost stunned by the scene of the foresight. Looking at the rising mushroom cloud, their hearts were full of something called shocking. They have seen the power of nature countless times on this continent, whether it was a tornado or a hurricane. Or the mudslide, but they never thought that human beings could make such a weapon that was close to the destructive power of nature.

Zhu Ye looked at the Indians calmly, but in fact, he was full of smiles, not only the bison tribe, but also the rock tribe and the warriors of several other tribes.

In the first two battles with those expeditions, they had not used artillery at all, and the first use of it actually caused such a big shock in the hearts of these Indians, which made Zhu Ye feel that if he really pulled all the teams and fired hundreds of mortars, I don't know if these Indian warriors would Just twist your buttocks and spread the way. After all, courage also has a high degree. If a strong man breaks into a dwarf's house to play smashing and rob, the dwarf's blood may surge, and he will really rush up with a knife monster to fight for his life. But if a bulldozer comes and runs over indiscriminately, it is stupid 13 who does not escape, and the one who escape is called wise.

"Brother Zhu Ye, the weapon your warriors just used is that kind of short iron barrel? How can there be such terrible power? It reminds me of the lava from the volcano I saw decades ago. An elder stammered that the elder did not know Chinese, but Zhu Ye still understood most of the meaning. I couldn't help laughing: "It's not so exaggerated, but if there are hundreds of heavy guns, maybe it can really achieve the effect you said."

"You have such a terrible weapon." The wolf's eyes took a cold breath, looked at the mushroom clouds, and then looked at the spears in his hand. The wolf's eyes sadly found that the way of fighting familiar to the Indian warriors seemed to have gradually drifted away with the arrival of these outsiders.

"Everyone will not lack courage, but how to turn their courage into lethality and deal with those enemies depends on wisdom and a calm mind, not recklessness and momentary impulse." Zhu Ye looked at the changing expression of the wolf's eye and said slowly.

The wolf's eyes looked at Zhu Ye with some astonishment, and there was a trace of brilliance in his originally depressed eyes. You're right. The time to rely on courage alone seems to have passed. Well, Brother Zhu Ye, your troops are moving again. Why don't they continue to use that weapon?

Seeing the change of the situation on the battlefield, Zhu Ye just smiled faintly: "It's okay. There is no need to waste too many shells to deal with such an enemy."

The soldiers' rifles had been held in their hands, while the mortars remained, and the cavalry company was quietly on standby not far behind them, watching the movement around them warily.

"Soldiers, move forward, for America!" Major Jordan, who had stood up and straightened the wig, had also stood up. When he saw that his opponent did not attack with those terrible artillery, but let the infantry approach forward, Major Jordan understood the other party's intention and was angry.

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The other party's behavior is like a duel of Western knights. After destroying the artillery, the intention of rushing up is to provoke naked, which means that the two sides should fight with the weapons in their own hands, and they will proudly defeat the excellent soldiers of the United States of America who have been on the battlefield.

"I won't give you this opportunity." Major Jordan and the soldiers marched forward with drums. The fierce artillery fire just now, in addition to destroying the five guns, only caused more than 20 artillerymen and a few unlucky infantry casualties.

The morale was not low. Without the support of artillery, he even fought against powerful enemies when he was short of guns and bullets. I don't know how many times Major Jordan has experienced such a battle, so he is not worried. As long as the two sides are close, Major Jordan has the confidence to let his opponents understand that the weak United States can fight against a powerful Britain, relying on them, elite, brave and freedom fighters who will never be defeated.

The soldiers have left their panic in their minds. The death of their comrades-in-arms aroused their anger. They took steps and pushed forward with the drums. A pair of blood-eating eyes stared at the incoming Chinese army. They had to pay the price.

"Bracks commander, 250 meters away." Pan Jinxian suddenly heard the reminder from the rangefinder beside him and raised the sword in his hand: "Stop moving forward!"

Hundreds of people immediately stopped moving forward, like standing green pines, straight and magnificent. Pan Jinxian nodded slightly with satisfaction, and then looked at the enemies who should be close to the rhythm of the drums, and there was a strange and vicious smile on the corners of his mouth. Raise your gun and aim!" With the order, he raised the flinfire gun in his hand and began to aim directly in front of him.

This sudden move stunned the American soldiers who were moving forward with their heads held high. Are they crazy? They began to raise their guns at this distance. Do they think they can hit at such a distance? An officer was stunned, but the pace of progress did not stop.

You should know that the theoretical effective range of the flick-haired smoothbore gun is 300 steps, that is, 228 meters. In fact, shooting at this distance is a complete waste of ammunition. But the other party actually picked up the gun and began to aim at this distance. Do they really think they are all sharpshooters?

The same question hovered in the minds of Jordan and the soldiers. Before the doubts in their hearts dissipated, they saw the bright sword in the hands of the commander of the Chinese army opposite, and then a dense oil pan suddenly scattered into a handful of soybean-like crisp gunfire. .

Captain Malone smiled contemptuously. For the soldiers on the opposite side, daring to shoot at this distance can only prove one thing. The other party's command knife, if not an idiot, is a fool who does not understand the military.

Just as the smile at the corners of his mouth had just rippled, he suddenly felt that his chest was hot. Captain Malone subconsciously lowered his head and was a little stunned to find that he suddenly had a bloody eye on his left chest. Then, it was the kind of piercing pain that made his footsteps stagger. Finally, he fell directly on his head. On the fat green and fragrant field...

(to be continued)