The sun was high in the sky. Qin Li led a group of rafts from upstream to the opposite bank.
Someone on the raft raised a shield, a large shield that reached up to his chest.
Behind the shields, there were people controlling the oars. The people holding the shields squatted down. The Winged Knights placed their guns on top of the shields.
A series of rafts gradually approached the Tubo bank. The Tubo people followed the example on the bank. They piled up a high slope and stood on it, preparing to use logs and stones to roll down.
The Tubo people also made a simple catapult. The catapults couldn't hit too far because the materials were not prepared in advance.
They used weights to pull ropes and throw stones to hit the Military forces of the Tang Dynasty on the bank.
The rafts floated over and stopped when they were a hundred and twenty feet away.
The Tubo people also raised their bows and shields to watch. There weren't many of them. From the flags, it was obvious that they belonged to the Winged Knights.
"Five groups in rotation. Get ready!" Qin Li aimed his gun at the people on the bank and ordered.
Five hundred people put the primer into the medicine trough at the same time. One hundred people held the guns.
"First group, fire!" Qin Li shouted and pulled the trigger.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
Another Featherwood Flying Cavalry continued to shout, "Second group, release!"
Bang! Bang! Bang! Another series of sounds.
The Tubo people on the slope were still watching. They were so far away. How could they hit me without using the Sky Monkey?
"Ouch! What's that? My thigh is injured. "
"Belly, use the shields."
"Ah!"
"Squat down. Don't show your head."
More than forty people were hit by the five hundred bullets.
Those who were hit in the eyes, the forehead, the heart, and the throat fell to the ground.
The people who were shot in other parts of his body covered their wounds in pain. At the same time, their faces were filled with horror.
The two sides were so far away. What was the smoke? Was it the gunpowder of the Sky Monkey?
The Tubo soldiers on the bank shrank their heads and stuck their eyes out.
Qin Li picked up the binoculars hanging in front of his chest and showed a helpless expression.
The Tubo soldiers knew how to dodge. When it came to shooting, they could shoot towards the sky and hit the target.
If the gun was aimed at the sky, would the bullets be able to kill someone if they fell?
The key point was that he had never practiced throwing bullets into the air, and the bullets were not small.
Qin Li didn't understand. In fact, after a lead bullet flew more than a hundred meters high, it could kill people when it fell.
It was as if a glass ball had been thrown down from a thirty-story building. It was indeed unbearable to have it fall on the head.
Five hundred guns were not enough for projectile shooting. Machine guns were used instead.
"Go back, this method won't work." Qin Li saw that he couldn't gain any advantage, so he called out, and the raft gradually moved back with the current.
The Tubo soldiers thought for a moment, and someone shot an arrow in that direction. The arrow flew a distance and fell into the river, drifting away with the water.
Turning their heads, they looked at the dead and injured people. Some of the people who had been hit in the fatal areas were not completely dead and were lying there waiting.
The injured people looked at their wounds, trying to find the arrowhead or something, but found that other than bleeding, there was nothing else to see.
The people who had been shot in the stomach were sweating profusely, and the people who had been shot in the lungs were vomiting blood. The possibility of both of them surviving was very low.
Zasykuzé was drinking medicine when he received the news. The Qianhu that he had given medicine to also sent people to ask for the dregs of the medicine.
He refused and didn't even have enough to drink.
The Qianhu went out, and the injured and dead soldiers were carried over.
The person who had been shot in the lungs had an ugly expression. He was still alive, but he continued to vomit blood. He had an open pneumothorax, and the tissues in his lungs were injured.
Even if the bullet hole was blocked, he wouldn't be able to survive unless Li Yi personally took care of it for him.
"What hurt him?" The Qianhu looked at the injured people, and his face that had been weathered by the weather became even darker.
The people who carried the corpses and injured soldiers shook their heads, indicating that they didn't know.
At this time, someone ran over with a lead bullet in his hand. The barrel of the gun was 13 mm, and the bullet was slightly smaller.
"Fuqian, this thing, this thing, I picked it up from the ground." The person who ran over showed the bullet in his hand to the Qianhu.
The Qianhu picked it up and carefully observed it. It felt like lead, not silver or iron.
He closed his eyes and looked at the wounded. He personally pulled out the knife from his waist and went to the side of a dead person who had been shot in the heart. He shook the other person, but the other person didn't have any reaction.
He used the knife and began to remove the ribs and dig out the heart. The heart was pierced, and the wound was big at the front and small at the back. He cut a few more times at the back of the heart.
The others watched him reach in and after a while, he pulled out a deformed bullet.
The surrounding people showed a trace of fear in their eyes. They weren't afraid of death, but they were worried that if they were hit by this thing, they wouldn't be able to take it out.
Fortunately, the wooden arrow could still leave a trace, so they clamped it and pulled it out. The barbed arrowhead was pulled out and the wound was treated.
Now that the thing hit the stomach, should they cut open the stomach to look for it?
It hit the thigh, and there was no other way. Should they cut a big hole in the thigh and reach in with their fingers?
Zasykuzé walked out and saw the wounded and dead soldiers. He also took the bullets that others had picked up. He clenched his fists.
He also understood how insidious the thing in his hand was. There was no need to smear poison on the weapon. The weapon itself was enough.
"Commander, they shot us from more than a hundred feet away. We didn't know because we were on the slope. But we shrank back, so they didn't shoot us. This can't be shot at a distance."
The soldier with lingering fear actually analyzed the disadvantage of the flintlock. The requirement of shooting at a distance was too high.
"More than a hundred feet, more than a hundred feet …" Zasykuzé repeated the distance.
He thought of cavalry shooting. More than a hundred feet away, cavalry against cavalry. It was much more powerful than the other arrow of the Tang dynasty.
The battle couldn't go on. The difference in weapons was too big. His side could only take a beating.
The catapults were well made. The big catapults could hit more than a hundred feet away, but they weren't accurate.
A catapult needed many people to operate. The other side each had one of those weapons and could run with it.
"I'll write a letter back." Zasykuzé ignored the wounded soldier.
He turned and went into the tent. He wrote a letter to Zangpu and the Prime Minister, telling the people behind him about the new weapons of the Tang army.
There were hot air balloons flying in the sky, sky-piercing monkeys that could shoot from a long distance, big kites that could carry people against the wind, and explosives.
There were also binoculars. The binoculars could see the other side from a long distance, but the other side couldn't see.
Now there was a pea-sized lead bullet weapon. The fighting strength of the two sides was not equal.
Yes, the Tang dynasty had been sending things by ships recently. It didn't matter if they came once or twice, but they couldn't bring too many supplies.
What should they do if they kept sending things? Baggage would not be lacking on the other side.
After writing the battle report, he ordered a group of people to send it away. Zasykuzé drank the medicine in the bowl in one gulp and felt much better.
He went out of the tent again. The people who had been shot in the stomach and lung took their weapons and ran to the shore.
"Kill! Charge! "Several people shouted as they ran. When someone fell, the others helped to pull him up.
When they reached the slope, they struggled to pull a sheepskin raft down. When they got on the raft, someone spat out blood and rowed.
Before they could reach their destination, the current overturned the raft, and the few of them floated away in the water.
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