The sharpshooter in Mele's mouth is called Sniper in Xiao Letian's mouth. Everyone is very familiar with this name, but the word Sniper did not exist in the 19th century.

In fact, in the 17th century, when precision optical instruments were invented, humans had tried to connect them with guns to form weapons that could shoot accurately.

However, since the weapons at that time were all front-mounted smoothbore guns, no matter how accurate you aim, it would be useless. If you aim, it does not mean that the bullet will go straight, so this technology has not received much attention in the past two hundred years.

Until the mid-19th century, during the American Revolutionary War, some smart American soldiers began to make small modifications of guns. They wrapped the projectiles with grease-soaked deer skin, and then conducted long-term lurking and long-distance sniping, successfully killing several senior British officials at a distance of more than 300 meters.

At that time, there was even a new English word to describe these elusive sharpshooters, Sharpshooters. During the American Civil War, the research on this precise shooting began to be systematic, and at this time another term, Markman.

The origin of this word reflects another characteristic of snipers, which is long-term lurking, with the butt tightly attached to their face and cheeks, so sharpshooters usually wear headbands, which is a kind of protection.

It was not until World War II that these two words were combined into one English word, and Sniper was a sniper in the modern sense.

In Xiao Letian's memory, Germany's optical instruments are world-famous. Before World War I, Germany had already begun to form a secret sniper force. The Allied Power suffered a lot on the battlefield. The facts proved that the cooperation between optical instruments and rifled rifles was a perfect combination. As long as there were snipers within a distance of 400 meters, all Allied Powered Powered Powered Powered Powered Powered Powered Powered Powered Powered Powered Powered Powered Powered Powered Powered Powered Powered Powered Powered Powered Powered Powered Powered Powered Powered Powered Powered Powered Powered Powered Powered Powered Powered Powered Powered Powered Powered Powered Powered Powered Powered Powered Powered Powered Powered Powered Powered Powered Powered Powered Powered Powered Powered Powered Powered Powered Powered Powered Powered Powered Powered Powered Powered Powered Powered Powered Powered Powered Powered Powered Powered Powered Powered Powered Powered Powered Power

Xiao Letian could not ignore this kind of killer with low cost and good effect. He has rifled guns. Optical instruments can be imported from the United States first and then bought German goods later. The rest of the job is to select soldiers with strong psychological qualities to train them.

In Xiao Letian's plan, he was willing to waste 100,000 bullets on his body. What kind of good shooter can't be trained? If it weren't for the late time of the sniper troops, Xiao Letian would really want to take it to the European battlefield to try it.

How fun it is to use European lives to practice marksmanship, but unexpectedly, these dozens of snipers failed to catch up with the Pakatans and Austria war, but they fired the Qing soldiers.

The cement wall of the Industrial Special Zone is nine meters high. Although the wall is not as spacious as the rammed earth city wall, it can stand two people side by side. There are also many platforms built with wooden boards on it, and snipers can open fire calmly on it.

In order to increase the accuracy of shooting, the snipers gave up the continuous spensor and chose a single-shot Henry rifle with better performance. The advanced model Winchester M1866 was a bright gun from the American Civil War, and there was no mention of firepower and reliability.

The rifle with a manually equipped scope does not look very beautiful, but it is really unspeakable to use it. This group of Qing cavalry runs more than 30 meters outside the wall with their might. This distance is as simple as a rabbit hunting for snipers.

"Save ammunition... gun shot to death... This is a rare practical opportunity... kill their flag bearer..." With the officer's orders, gunfire and white smoke were everywhere on the walls.

This group of snipers are really bad at attacking. Bullets are specifically designed to find the middle of their eyebrows and their hearts. As long as they are shot, they will definitely die. After a burst of gunfire, the cavalry regiment dropped more than 150 corpses.

Meller was already scared, and he yelled, "Retreat...Cover me to retreat...you are all dead." As he shouted, the flag holder beside Meller was shot in the heart of the flag, and the big flag representing Meller suddenly fell to the ground.

"Meil was dead... the enemy's general was dead... everyone shouted together..." The entire battlefield was filled with noise.

At this time, we can see the backwardness of the medieval army. They can only act according to the banner, and the morale of the army will be immediately chaotic when the flag is turned down. In Xiao Letian's new army, the flag is often a proof that the system is still there. The soldiers all act according to the orders of the officers, and the sound of the military horn is the order.

Meller regretted it now. He had known that there was such a powerful sharpshooter on the wall, and he would not charge himself even if he killed him. He didn't say anything, he didn't hesitate at all, and ran to his own formation. While running, he shouted, "I'm not dead, you all give it to me, and you all hold on to me..."

Who would listen to him at this time? The infantry in the trench was afraid that their parents would give them less legs, and they cried and cried outside the trench. The new army behind them were like candied haws. In a short while, the blood in the trench turned into a stream.

All the Europeans stopped. They watched the cruel massacre of cold weapons and kept painting crosses on their chests, "Oh God bless them, it's so cruel. This is the cruelest medieval war, pitiful..."

Sometimes Westerners are also very kind. When you just splashed your head with feces, you were so angry that you killed people. Now you see that you have too much blood, why are you calling God again?

The Tiedou in the trench was annoyed by the Europeans. He glared at them with contempt, jumped out of the trench and roared towards the wall with his hands.

"Damn it, you guys are just showing off. Isn't it just that there is a telescope installed on the gun? What awesome, can you kill him with one shot?"

"How did the Prime Minister educate us? The most important thing in war is to fight the enemy's anger, not to kill many people in the competition. You have killed a lot of enemies, but has the morale been hit, a bunch of waste..."

The brothers on the city wall didn't like to hear it, and retorted two sentences: "General, how do you say you're going to fight? We've made mistakes in killing you. Please draw some tricks for us. I see what good ideas do you have..."

"Bah..." Tietoutuo spat a mouthful of blood on the ground. "Shooting, crippling them, and creating more wounded soldiers for the enemy is the most effective way to attack morale."

As soon as these words were spoken, those foreigners who understood Chinese were shocked, "Oh God, this Eastern General is too sinister..."

Tietoutuo turned his head and whispered, "Tsk, you know a bird. The Prime Minister has a lot of bad water in his belly. This is what the Prime Minister taught me..."

"Don't kill prisoners in the trenches, just capture them first."

Of course, snipers have to obey the general's orders. In the current industrial special zone, General Liu Lang has the highest rank, and Tietoutuo is the second highest.

It was getting darker and the snipers had to seize the last chance to shoot. The shooting frequency on the city walls was significantly accelerated. The Qing Yao soldiers who were escaping their lives on the battlefield were considered unlucky. Amid the sound of gunfire, they were either shot on their shoulders or knees, and the wailings of wounded soldiers were everywhere.

"Oh mom...my ankle...my ankle was pierced...My fellow villager helps..."

"My kneecap, my kneecap is gone...it hurts."

"Seeing the love of stirring rice spoon in a pot, I'll pull my brother, and my calves are broken..."

"Wang Er, you are unethical, you know you run away. I asked you to smoke a big cigarette last month... Now you don't even save me..."

It is not easy for a sniper to get some serious injuries. Just fire on your limbs and shoulders. Once the fragile joints of the human body are destroyed, it is impossible to rely on the current medical skills.

Not only on the wall, but now there are casualties in the trenches. The prisoners of Qing soldiers knelt on the ground kowtowed like pounding garlic, but they cannot get the mercy of Tietoutuo.

Tietoutuo held a cigarette in his mouth and a shiny axe in his hand. He pointed to a prisoner and shouted, "I'm going to die or live." The Qing soldiers quickly kowtowed and shouted that they wanted to live.

"It's easy to live, stretch out your hand..." A cold light flashed in Tietotuo's hand, and the captive's two thumbs were cut off alive.

"Ah." The Qing soldiers screamed and scurried over. Tietou Tuo didn't come back and said, "Tao it out and throw it to the Qing demons to keep..."

"The next one...you're going to die or live."

"Ancestor, please let me go..." The captive hid his hands desperately behind him.

"Oh, this is going to die..." With a crack, the captain's head fell off halfway, and blood squirted the prisoner behind him.

"Take it out...the next one...it's going to die or live..."

The new army and foreign reinforcements in the trenches were all stupid. They didn't expect that Tietou Tuoxin was so cruel. Killing prisoners was like killing chickens. Whoever didn't let him chop his fingers would chop off his head.

"What do you think of? Learn with me, you're going to be dead and your fingers alive... Hurry up, it's going to be dark, and supper will be started later..."

Until this time, the foreigners behind the trench finally couldn't help it. The smell of shit and urine surrounded him. There was such a bloody and wild scene in front of him, and some of them were vomited with bad psychological quality.

There were not many prisoners in the trenches, with only more than 300 people in total. The torture of chopping fingers was finally over before dark. Tietoutu pointed out of the trenches and shouted, "Why don't you get out of the trenches quickly... Wait for us to have dinner for you? I won't keep idle people... and drag the injured people on the battlefield away..."

The captives couldn't believe their ears. They could exchange their freedom by cutting off two fingers. Whether this deal was cost-effective or not, they could no longer figure out.

Taking advantage of the last sunset, all the captured Qing troops withdrew from the battlefield, and the distant Western Qing army camp gradually lit up. It seemed that Meller was going to fight for a long time.

The young soldier didn't understand Tietotuo's intention, so he came to him and asked in a low voice, "General, what is the punishment to cut off your thumb? This is too light to indulge the enemy."

"Bad, what do you know? If a person loses two thumbs, then his hands will be fine. You can try it yourself without cooperating with your thumbs, just eat, shoot, and swing a knife... This is called science, do you understand."

"As for those wounded soldiers, should they have to bandage them when they are put back, should they have to find someone to take care of them, will they scream in pain, haha... let them pass by miserably. This is a good way to fight the enemy's anger."
Chapter completed!