Kowloon wins

Chapter 752 Hitting You ([-])

"Your Excellency, Duke Gagarin, are all the soldiers in your army calm? Not bad, not bad. It's really good to be so calm under such heavy pressure."

The ten soldiers of the Qing army have completed three test shots, while the Russian soldiers are still busy loading the second round of bullets, stuffing gunpowder, and using cleaning rods. They are really busy like monkeys. As soon as he was in a panic, all the soldiers and civilians who were onlookers immediately burst out laughing, and Gagarin's face was already as dark as the bottom of the pot, but Hong Qing didn't want to let him have a chance to breathe, so he sneered at him with a smile. One sentence.

"Your Excellency King Renjun has a great reputation. Our officers and soldiers have always paid attention to quality and not speed. This gun is fast, and it may not be accurate. What do you think?"

At the beginning, Major General Lev Tolsky had reported to Grand Duke Gagarin after he agreed on the competition project with Tashan, saying that the Qing army also had musketeers. At that time, Grand Duke Gagarin never took it to heart. When he thought about it, the muskets in the hands of the Qing army were nothing more than second-hand goods sold from Western Europe. Even if they could be used, it was not a big deal. The armies have fought each other. Although the weapons are slightly inferior to those of the Western European armies, they are not too far behind. If it is replaced by the Qing army to play those muskets, it will not be very easy to play. It is precisely because of this idea that Gagarin Only then did the Grand Duke agree to the competition project without hesitation, but he never expected that the guys in the hands of the Qing army would be so advanced. Looking at the more than ten thousand Qing troops who participated in the military parade before, most of them were holding weapons of the same standard , the scalp couldn't help being numb, and when he was thinking about how to respond, he suddenly heard Hong Qing's sarcasm, and his old face was flushed red like blood, but he refused to admit defeat on the spot, and insisted on it with.

"Well, that makes sense. The match has just begun. It's really hard to tell the outcome. Let's just keep watching."

Hearing the words relayed by the interpreter, Hong Qing couldn't help but smile, but she didn't expose Grand Duke Gagarin's shortcomings, and let it go lightly.

"Report the target!"

After a volley of gunshots, the Russian soldiers finally finished the third round. Before the smoke cleared, the guerrilla general of the Qing army who was in charge waved the red flag in his hand and shouted loudly. A soldier of the Qing army rushed to the target together with the Russian soldiers, and began the intense work of confirmation.

"Ten rings, nine rings, nine rings..."

The data jointly confirmed by the soldiers of the two armies came out soon. With the sound of target reporting sounded one by one, the results of the soldiers of the Qing army came out. There were a total of 260 bullets, none of which missed the target, and the worst hit was on the eighth ring. The total score is [-] rings.

"Eight rings, seven rings, fifth rings..."

The results of the Russian soldiers followed suit. Out of the 140 rounds, three rounds missed the target. There was a huge difference in height. Some hit the tenth ring, and some only hit the first ring. The fifth ring is only a little more than half of the total score of the Qing army, and the gap between them is extremely obvious. Of course, this is not a reflection of the true level of Russian shooters. If they perform normally, Lao Maozi's score should be in the Up to two hundred rings, after all, these Russian soldiers are the elite of the Russian army, and their shooting skills are not too bad. However, the sharp performance of the Qing army spoiled the rhythm, and it is understandable to shoot at such a terrible level. Understand.

The results of the 200-meter target test are self-evident. Of course, the hit rate of the Russian officers and soldiers is not bad, not inferior to the advanced level of the Western European strong army, but compared with the Qing army, it is far behind. A little bit, and this is not the biggest gap. With the start of the second round of competition, the target position has been extended to a distance of 220 meters. After a random shot, the gap in results has been further widened. None of the bullets missed the target, and the worst score was above the sixth ring. The final total score was as high as 98 rings. On the other hand, on the Russian side, nearly half of the 300 bullets missed the target, and they only got a total of [-] rings. As for the [-]-meter target competition, it was Not to mention, the Qing army only missed one of the [-] bullets, and the total score was still as high as [-]. On the Russian side, only three of the [-] bullets hit the target, and they only hit two, On the line of the third ring, the total score is only a pitiful eighth ring. There is nothing else. The effective range of the matchlock gun in the hands of the Russians is only more than [-] meters. At such a distance, it is very rare for the bullet to hit the target. .

"Report to Huang Ama, the total score has been released, my Qing Dynasty: 680 first ring, Russia: [-] rings, my Qing Dynasty won!"

As soon as the statistical results came out, a soldier rode his horse and rushed to the viewing platform. A beautiful saddle dismounted and rushed to the viewing platform like flying, and handed over the written results to the hand of the old thirteen. After taking a look, Dang even laughed, and walked up to the old man's driver in a few strides. With a standard strike, he reported the result of the first contest with a loud voice.

"Okay, go on!"

Even though he knew that his new army was extremely powerful, the old man really didn't dare to rest assured. After all, the history of Russians using muskets is far longer than that of the Qingqing army. Now that the results are out, the Qingqing army has won without dispute. Opponent, the big stone hanging in the old man's heart fell to the ground, but he didn't show much, he just waved his hand with a smile on his face, and gave a concise order.

"twitter!"

As soon as the old man Jinkou opened his mouth like this, the old thirteen didn't dare to procrastinate, he responded respectfully, and then walked quickly to the front of the viewing platform, waved the two flags in his hands vigorously, and immediately heard the rumble of drums under the viewing platform And the sound, heralding the start of the second competition.

"A bunch of trash, listen to me, use all of your strength to overthrow the yellow-skinned monkeys, anyone who dares not work hard will be shot!"

I thought I lost everything in the first game, but I couldn't even keep the underwear to hide my shame. Major General Lev Tolsky, who was in charge of the command, was 12 points furious, and he was furious. The shooters were all scolding, and they were working hard when they suddenly heard the sound of drums, and then they woke up. The second round of the contest was about to begin, and Major General Lev Tolsky, who felt that he could not afford to lose, was already Falling into a state of madness, he roared wildly with his hands waving wildly, and murderous aura rose from his mouth.

"Old Tower, did you see that the commanders of Lao Maozi have all gone into battle in person, and we will leave this battle to us!"

After that Major General Lev Tolsky ordered nine soldiers, he himself went into battle shirtless, with his furry chest bare, like a big bear running amok, standing lazily beside Tashan Zhang Miao regained her spirits immediately, and laughed and said to herself.

"You kid just can't sit still, and your hands are itchy again? Hey, get out of here. If you lose this match, let's see how your King Renjun beats you!"

Tashan knew that Zhang Miao was excellent in martial arts, so he had nothing to worry about, so he teased Zhang Miao with a smile.

"Hey, lose? We don't know the word, don't talk about it, let's go up and have a good time!"

Zhang Miao was born as a guard of Hongqing. He was a first-class master in the Jianghu. These years, he occasionally played as a coach in the army. His martial arts skills are naturally very high. In the eyes, he laughed and took off the general's robes on his body, and led nine new army officers and soldiers with high martial arts skills to the center of the field.

"The second competition: hand-to-hand combat, ten people from each side, no weapons or hidden weapons are allowed, those who violate the law will be punished as negative, and those who violate the rules will be killed without mercy. If you drive out of the white circle, you are negative, did you hear that clearly, huh?"

Ten men from each of the two armies stood facing each other, separated by a circle with a diameter of [-] feet, which was painted with white ash. A guerrilla general of the Qing army stood in the center of the circle with a translator, shouting loudly. Shouting and announcing the rules of the game, the interpreter standing beside him repeated what he said in Russian.

"understand!"

"understand!"

……

As soon as the rules were announced, the high morale of the soldiers of the Qing army immediately responded, and the Russian officers and soldiers eager to win the round were not to be outdone. They also shouted again and again. There was a bright spark.

"Listen up, three-three tactics, I hold three by one person, and you wait to resolve the battle as soon as possible, there must be no mistakes!"

The opposite of Zhang Miao happened to be Major General Lev Tolsky. Seeing the fierce look in his eyes, Zhang Miao immediately showed a sinister smile, but he didn't stare back, but disdainful He pursed his lips and whispered a command to the soldiers around him.

"understand!"

"understood!"

"Don't worry, General."

……

Hearing Zhang Miao's order, all the officers and soldiers of the new army understood and expressed their views one by one.

"Pay attention, Nega, Pantsevsky, you two follow me closely. When you start a battle, first take down the yellow-skinned monkey on the opposite side, and the others will desperately entangle the opponent. Can you hear clearly, huh?"

Zhang Miao was thinking about Major General Leo Tolsky, and at the same time, Major General Leo Tolsky was also planning to take down Zhang Miao first, and he also whispered to the soldiers beside him. They gave orders.

"Yes!"

"As ordered!"

"Fuck the yellow-skinned monkey!"

……

Although the shooting competition was lost first, the morale of the old men did not collapse, especially when they saw that the Qing soldiers on the opposite side were obviously smaller than their own in terms of height and size. No, all the old men really came to their spirits, and the words they answered were full of arrogance.

"The second round begins, beat the drum!"

After explaining the rules of the game, the guerrilla general of the Qing army who was in charge didn't say anything more, but seeing him walking to the edge of the white circle, he waved the small red flag in his hand vigorously and announced the start of the game .

"Dong dong dong..."

As soon as the red flag moved, the sound of the drums rumbled violently, and the intense sense of rhythm made tens of thousands of people inside and outside the stadium excited for it.

"on!"

"Fuck them!"

……

As the drums sounded suddenly, Zhang Miao and Major General Lev Tolsky gave orders almost at the same time, and each led his subordinates to rush into the white circle. The two waves of people collided wildly in an instant. ...

(End of this chapter)