Chapter 229 Shublu is going crazy

There is actually a reason why Zhang Zhun specifically aims at these white-armored soldiers to shoot.

On some deserted fields in autumn, the background is dark gray, and the figures of white-armored soldiers are very easy to identify in such a background. In addition, the bodies of white-armored soldiers are generally tall. In the era of cold weapons, tall bodies often mean strong power. Only when the strength is enough can one become excellent soldiers. White-armored soldiers are excellent soldiers, and their bodies will naturally not be thin. Since their bodies are tall, they will certainly be easier to hit when shooting.

"Bang!"

Zhang Zhun raised his hand and shot again.

Unfortunately, this time I was empty.

There is no way, Zhang Zhun used not a professional sniper rifle in later generations, but just an ordinary rifled rifle. The rifle is made by man-made and used in this way. It is very difficult to ensure that the gun hits the gun. The accuracy of some Hu Ben guns is quite large.

"Bang!"

However, Zhang Zhun was not discouraged and continued to shoot.

Another white-armored soldier fell to the ground.

"Seventeen!"

"It's still a white-armored soldier!"

Zhang Lingyun continued to calculate.

There were three soldiers around Zhang Zhun who specifically loaded ammunition for him. From time to time, Zhang Lingyun would join in the fun by chance. Therefore, Zhang Zhun almost never stopped shooting. Unconsciously, seventeen enemies had fallen under Zhang Zhun's gun. A considerable number of them were the most elite white-armored soldiers of the Tartars.

This is the first time that many new soldiers have seen Zhang Zhun's magical shooting skills. They have heard the old soldiers talk about the captain's magical shooting skills, but they have never seen them with their own eyes. In their hearts, they are a little suspicious and always feel that it may have been boasted. Now, they finally saw it with their own eyes. Zhang Zhun doesn't need to aim at it at all. He raises his hand and just shoots it. It's really amazing. You know, this is a distance of sixty feet away! Standing on the wall of Aoshan City, looking at the Tartars who are sixty feet away, they are actually a pea-sized shadow.

"It's God."

"The captain is amazing."

"The captain is so amazing."

Many soldiers gathered behind the city wall and quietly muttered to themselves.

Because the distance between the Tartars was too far, their shooting was basically blind, and perhaps even ten shots could not hit the target once. If they hit by luck, it would definitely be God's favor, not personal ability. Especially those new soldiers from Xiahezhai and Lingshan Guards have not been involved in the guards for a long time. Apart from mastering the most basic shooting movements, they have no idea about accuracy at all.

Now, Zhang Zhun has taught them the most vivid lesson through his magical shooting skills. How much lethal will a truly brilliant musketeer have? Zhang Zhun’s actions just now have been perfectly interpreted. In their opinion, Zhang Zhun may be able to block a group of Tartars by himself. Such power is really enviable. Almost every soldier wishes he has half of Zhang Zhu’s shooting level.

Even members of the sniper team have to admire Zhang Zhun's shooting skills. What they admire most is not Zhang Zhun's hit rate, but Zhang Zhun's shooting posture. Raising his hand is just a shot, and there is no need to be careful aiming. Obviously, this is aiming entirely based on personal feelings. What level does it have to be trained to be able to develop such a magical feeling! Unconsciously, the snipers have higher goals.

Compared with the surprise and envy of the guards, the situation on the Tartars was a bit bad. The Tartars who rushed up obviously did not expect that they would still be hit at such a long distance. Therefore, they generally would not take any evasion measures. In fact, they did not know what evasion measures to take. As a result, even if there were consecutive elite white-armored soldiers hit, they had no way of doing so.

What? Crawling forward? There is no such concept in this era? Before the breech gun appeared, all the troops fought standing up. Because if they lay down, they could not load bullets on weapons. Similarly, if they lay down, the Tartars could not shoot arrows, and they could not quickly approach the city wall.

"Swoosh!"

Of course, the Tartars were also unwilling to accept the magical counterattack of the defenders. Some of the Tartars shot their arrows at a very long distance. Unfortunately, the Tartars could not have the range of the Tiger Gun. The arrows they shot had to fall from mid-air after flying about thirty feet.

Fifty feet...

Forty-five zhang...

The Tartars were moving forward very quickly and were getting closer and closer to the city wall.

"Bang!"

Ma Yi and other snipers pulled the trigger one after another.

There were two white armored soldiers and four red armored soldiers who fell almost at the same time.

At a distance of 60 meters, their hit rate was obviously not as good as Zhang Zhun. Therefore, they basically did not fire the gun to avoid wasting ammunition. However, within 50 meters, they were still 50%, and 50%, which means that they could basically eliminate an enemy with two shots. If they fired continuously, the effect would be quite considerable.

"Kill two more white-armored soldiers!"

Zhang Lingyun shouted excitedly.

The Ming army knew that the white-armored soldiers were the elite of the Tartars. The more white-armored soldiers were killed, the weaker the combat power of the Tartars. If all the white-armored soldiers of the Tartars were killed, the morale and combat power of the Tartars would suffer a heavy blow. The weaker the Tartars' combat power, the lower the morale, and the chances of the guards' victory will naturally become greater.

"Bang bang bang!"

With the sound of gunshots, the Tartars continued to fall. Since the Tartars' white-armored and red-armored soldiers were the best to identify, they were also the ones who were killed the most. It turned out that they could see many white-armored soldiers at a glance, but now they could no longer see them. The surviving white-armored soldiers subconsciously hid behind other Tartars.

Originally, the number of white-armored soldiers was not very large. After being killed continuously by Zhang Zhun and snipers, the number naturally decreased rapidly. At the same time, the large number of these white-armored soldiers was shot and killed, which also caused panic among other Tartars. They couldn't help but slow down, fearing that they would be shot to death. After Shublu discovered it, he was even more shocked.

God, the power of the muskets of the Aoshan City defenders is really terrifying. At such a long distance, he can accurately kill the most elite white-armored soldiers under his command! Shu Bulu made a rough count and found that half of the white-armored soldiers under his command were missing!

"How is that possible?"

Shublu was going crazy.

Half of the white-armored soldiers are equivalent to half of their combat effectiveness being lost!

The siege battle has not yet begun, and the losses are so heavy. How can the future battle be carried out? Shublu couldn't help but regret his decision. If he had known that he would suffer such a great loss, it would be better to stay on Tianheng Island and not come out to provoke Aoshan City. What evil weapons does this Aoshan City have? It is so powerful?

"puff!"

Suddenly, a white-armored soldier fell to the ground, twisted on the ground for a moment, and then there was no sound. Shu Blu hurriedly ran over, knelt beside him, and carefully examined his wounds. He wanted to take a closer look at what kind of magic weapon the defenders of Aoshan City musket was, which was so magical, so incredible, so incredible.

As a result, he was shocked to find that the white-armored soldier's armor, leather jacket, and silk underwear were all penetrated, and bullets were drilled into the chest. The wound was either big, the size of a finger. However, the fierce white-armored soldier had no breath. No other wound could be seen on his body. Obviously, he was taken away by this small wound.

Shublu knew this white-armored soldier. He was one of the bravest soldiers under his command. He once followed him to fight in Liaodong, Korea, Mongolia and other places. During the Battle of Sarhu, he was there. When he attacked Chenyang, he was there. When he attacked Liaoyang, he was there. When he attacked Jinzhou, he was there. When he attacked Lin Dankhan of Mongolia, he was there. When he attacked the capital of the Kingdom of Korea, he was there. Every time, this white-armored soldier led the way, fought bravely and made great achievements.

His archery skills and melee skills are very excellent, and even compared with that madman Oboi, he is not inferior to that madman. As long as the opponent enters the range of the bow and arrow, he can easily solve the opponent. He is also good at continuous beads, and can shoot multiple arrowheads in a very short time to severely damage the enemy. If he fights face to face with the Ming army, even dozens or even hundreds of Ming army will not be his opponent.

After Shublu and his friends occupied Tianheng Island, the Ming army tried to encircle and suppress them. Shublu led his army to fight. As a result, this white-armored soldier used continuous arrows in the battle and shot seven Ming troops in the blink of an eye, which completely shocked the Ming generals and caused the most serious blow to the morale of the Ming army. In addition, there were at least hundreds of Ming troops he shot in other battles.

However, right here, just about sixty feet away from Aoshan City, he was actually killed by the Ming army's musket. His magical archery skills and brave hand-to-hand combat skills had no chance to perform. Moreover, he was only shot by the Ming army.

One shot is fatal.

Oh my God, what kind of madman is the Ming army in Aoshan City?
Chapter completed!