The Song Dynasty on the Sand Table

Chapter 254 The Marksmanship of a Connections Member
The battalion commander of the skirmisher battalion was in the same pit as Zhang Wazi. Besides the two of them, there were three other veterans in the pit.

The battalion commander and the three veterans were somewhat skeptical of Zhang Wazi's words.

Meng'an was more than twenty zhang away from the foxhole, and he was running at high speed. At that distance and relative speed, even veterans with superb marksmanship would not dare to try it easily. Yet Zhang Wazi, who had connections, dared to say such arrogant words. He was really overestimating himself.

The veterans didn't complain; they didn't want to talk.

The battalion commander scoffed and said, "If you can do it, then show us."

Zhang Wazi: "Okay, I'll take care of that person."

The battalion commander and the three veterans all thought to themselves: You can't possibly do that.

But then Zhang Wazi took a deep breath, carefully extended the barrel of the gun beyond the edge of the homemade gun, squinted with one eye, and aimed through the top of the barrel with only one eye...

Take a deep breath!
Keep your arm steady!

Don't panic, aim for the front of that Meng An.

Just as Zhang Wazi was about to fire, Meng An suddenly pulled on the reins and ran in a different direction.

Zhang Wazi had no choice but to temporarily give up firing, shook his head, and started aiming again.

The battalion commander couldn't help but scoff inwardly, and the other three veterans also shook their heads secretly: This guy with connections is just putting on an act! He probably doesn't dare to fire a shot at all.

Just as they were thinking this, they heard a "bang"—Zhang Wazi had opened fire.

Twenty paces away, Meng'an suddenly tumbled backward and fell off his horse.

The thousand cavalrymen surrounding him were all his men. When they suddenly saw Meng'an fall, they were startled. Several horses charged at Meng'an at the same time. Someone on horseback bent down, reached out and picked up Meng'an's body from the ground, put him on the horse's back, and shouted, "General! Are you alright?"

But after he finished shouting, he realized that right in the middle of the general's face was a huge hole, a bloody mess...

Guai Zima was completely stunned!

"The general has been shot."

"Where did the bullets come from? We clearly increased the distance just now. At this distance, even those strange cannons from the other side can't reach this far."

"Where did the bullets come from?"

"Where did the attack come from?"

The jackals were startled.

Meanwhile, the battalion commander and three veterans in the foxhole were stunned.

Holy crap, is someone with connections really that good at shooting?
For a moment, they almost questioned the meaning of life.

Zhang Wazi chuckled and turned around: "I won! I need to find a target right away."

battalion commander:"……"

The other three veterans suddenly realized, "That's right, we haven't even made our move yet. We should find a target. How can we let a kid perform here? If we three veterans are not even as good as a kid, how can we call ourselves elite in the future?"
The backdrop behind the three veterans burst into flames, a testament to their determination to not lose! They absolutely did not want to lose to a little kid.

Three men, three rifled guns, simultaneously extended from the edge of the pit...

Unable to find each other's Meng'an for a moment, the three simply aimed at Mouke.

If you can't defeat a commander of a thousand, you can settle for a commander of a hundred.

"Bang bang bang!"

Three gunshots rang out, and one of the horses, a Mouke, fell from his horse...

I only hit one out of three shots, so my accuracy is actually not bad!
But the two veterans who didn't get the prize immediately turned even uglier than liver.

At the same time, the ten foxholes and fifty skirmishers all began to open fire.

A series of banging sounds rose and fell, and the strategists in the cavalry were in big trouble, because the skirmishers targeted the strategists and didn't attack the ordinary soldiers at all.

These mobs were completely unprepared for this "long-range ambush." ​​The moment they heard the gunshot, they were already hit, with no time to react.

In an instant, the cavalry unit was thrown into chaos. "Captain!"

"Big brother!"

The Jin army was filled with screams of agony...

Fortunately, there weren't many stragglers in the rebel army, and the rifled guns were extremely slow to reload. After firing fifty shots in a round, it immediately fell silent, and the soldiers in each foxhole began to reload their bullets, moving very slowly.

Some of the Jin soldiers discovered the foxholes, and someone shouted, "They hid in there and placed firearms!"

"Charge over and kill them."

"Barbed wire, the ground is covered with barbed wire, we can't get through."

"Shoot an arrow into the pit."

A group of Jin soldiers rushed to within a dozen or so feet of the scattered soldiers' pit. The pit was covered with dense iron caltrops, so they dared not charge any further and instead began to hurle arrows into it.

But then the stragglers took out pot lids, put them on their heads, and huddled in the pit, motionless.

The arrows could only be thrown into the foxholes, falling from above. The pot lids on top of them perfectly blocked the arrows, leaving the enemy unharmed.

and……

The Jin soldiers only saw the foxholes, but they overlooked one thing: as they approached the foxholes, the main force of the rebel army was quietly closing the distance to them...

"Ten zhang!"

"Fire!"

The drivers of each vehicle formation roared.

The musketeers hiding behind the gate could finally open fire.

"Bang bang bang bang!"

The muskets that opened fire this time were far more powerful than the firepower of a few scattered soldiers. Row after row of smoothbore muskets fired in unison. At a distance of ten zhang, the smoothbore muskets still had a certain degree of accuracy, and many horses fell from their horses.

Half-body armor offers some protection against bullets, but they couldn't put half-body armor on horses.

Many warhorses were hit by musket fire, falling to the ground with pitiful cries. The riders on horseback tumbled to the ground, getting hit by several more bullets. Some bullets didn't penetrate the armor, while others did.

At the same distance, the penetrating power of each musket varies, because they are not produced through industrial processes, and the variability of muskets is extremely high. Not to mention that each musket is different, even each bullet has subtle differences.

This variable, beyond human control, became the Jin soldiers' "choice at Steins Gate".

The one chosen by the King of Hell has departed!
Those chosen by Guanyin are still alive, but they are terrified.

A large group of fallen Jin soldiers rolled and struggled on the ground...

Meanwhile, on the front lines of the battlefield...

The catapults finally extended their range.

The rebels' cannons and catapults were still firing fiercely. The puppet Jin rebels, rarely fighting so desperately, pushed their catapults to fight back, and huge stone projectiles whistled through the air above both armies.

It was clear that the rebels still had the upper hand in the catapult battle.

Guwei, his face dark, waved his hand and shouted, "Ironclad Cavalry! Attack! Charge into the enemy formation from the diagonal front!"

The Jin army's elite troops, Hezha Meng'an and Tie Futu, finally made their move.

Although only three hundred Ironclad Cavalrymen came to the Jiaodong Peninsula, the moment these three hundred men moved, the morale of the Jin army suddenly soared. Whether it was the cavalry or the pseudo-Jin bandits, they all became alert.

"Victory is just ahead, charge!"

"go ahead!"

The Ironclad Pagoda, with its two layers of iron armor, began to slowly advance...

(End of this chapter)