"You can actually repair wooden walls!"

Standing on the edge of the forest, Li Fugui stared at the wooden wall and the wooden tower in front of him, and his heart was full of doubts.

These savages are really extraordinary.

Not only can he build wooden walls, but he can also build wooden business - such as the watchtower.

Could it be the remnant of Jiannu?

At this moment, Li Fugui became excited. Only those people could practice such things.

Despite his excitement, he still seemed relaxed.

Not only that, even the students who held their breath seemed extremely relaxed, but this relaxation was a little excited and excited. However, Yu Wenjie, who was a school teacher, seemed a little nervous.

"Li, Instructor Li, this, do we really want to fight?"

Yu Wenjie is a scholar. As a teacher in the VAT Academy, he is responsible for teaching students Chinese studies. In fact, he is not willing to go north with the students. What does this "staff travel" have to do with him? When he was taking the exam, he was not guilty enough to sleep all the way?

However, some things are not diverted by his will. After all, when traveling in a staff member, he also needs to take Chinese studies classes and teach poetry, books and articles along the way.

But he really never thought of fighting.

Even if you know that you may encounter a savage, it is only possible. When things are coming, how can you not be afraid? No, you are worried.

"Why, Mr. Yu is scared?"

"What are you afraid of? I, I think that you should educate savages, after all..."

Before he could finish speaking, Fatty Sun, who was beside him, grinned.

"Mr. Yu, if education is useful, then Jiannu would not rebel against the Ming Dynasty and killed so many Han people. The prince said that if education is useful, what is the use of muskets? Instructor, how can we fight next?"

Although his face was nervous, Fatty Sun looked eager to try.

Most of his classmates looked like this. They may be young, but they are also eager to fight.

"Instructor, I think these savages may be different from those in the book. You see, in addition to building wooden walls, they also have sentry towers and wooden sheds, no matter how they look at them, they don't look like Jurchen houses."

He hugged his waist and came to the instructor. Song Yu said while introducing what he had observed.

"Isn't it a Jurchen?"

Li Fugui frowned.

"And they have muskets."

Muskets, watchtower...

No matter who they are going, everyone else in this place should die except the Han people!

As the chief instructor, Li Fugui looked at Zhao Guoliang, Wang An and others, and they all turned their attention to him. During the "Staff Travel", the command of the student army was in the chief instructor.

"Are the cannon ready?"

Just in case, the student army carried two nine-jin mountain howitzers.

"Report to the instructor, the artillery is ready!"

"Um,"

After pondering for a moment, Li Fugui looked at the students around him and said.

"You will go to Dalian's Army and Naval Academy next year. This battle will be your graduation gift!"

After saying that, he ordered.

"Li De'an, you lead the hunting soldiers, pay attention to the targeted removal of enemy gunmen, Songyu, you lead a team, the frontier of deployment..."

As orders were issued from Li Fugui, soon, under the command of the instructors, 362 scholars took their place.

For Li Fugui, who hadn't smelled gunpowder for a year, he was also a little nervous. After all, this was his first direct command of the battle.

Although the trajectory of the Jiujin Mountain Howitzer was relatively curved, it was not necessary to aim at it at four hundred meters apart. However, the students who operated the artillery were still aiming carefully. The gunner sitting on the gun stand gently rotated the screw until he repeatedly confirmed the firing angle.

"Aiming is finished!"

"put!"

The sudden sound of cannons broke the silence of the mountains and forests. At the moment the cannon sounded, Poyarkov, behind the wooden wall, saw the birds suddenly arose in the forest in the south. The next moment, the sound of cannons came.

"Arson..."

Without waiting for him to react, he saw a violent explosion suddenly occurred in the wooden wall in the south. The flying wood chips roared in the air like flying knives, and entered the Cossacks who were originally basking in the sun. The flesh and blood were flying everywhere, and there were screams everywhere. The Cossacks who were originally basking in the sun, chatting and blowing were all over the pool of blood.

"Blast, hurry, hurry, pick up the musket! The natives are attacking us!"

These Cossacks who came from Europe to the East reacted very quickly. Although they were robbers, they were robbers, and their reaction speed was even higher than that of regular troops. Whether they were bathing by the river or basking in the sun, they all hurriedly picked up swords and guns and rushed towards the direction of the sound of cannons. Just as a team of Cossacks had just rushed over, an iron ball flew over. At the beginning, no one took it seriously. In Poyarkov's eyes, the iron ball was just a solid iron ball. There was no one in front of it. But the next moment, the iron ball, which seemed to be unfast, suddenly exploded violently at the moment it landed, accompanied by a burst of black smoke and clouds.

As the hundreds of cast iron fragments roared and the soil flew around. The Cossacks who had just picked up their weapons didn't even understand what was going on, they were cut into pieces by the whistling fragments. The damage caused to the human body by the fragments of shells was completely different from that of the bullets. When the fragments of different sizes penetrated the human body at the speed of sound, they were like sharp blades with serrated teeth, crushing the human limbs and organs, and the chopped limbs and internal organs were brought to the four directions by the shock wave. For a moment, in the smoke of the explosion, there was a splash of blood mist, and even Poyarkov, who was standing in the distance, fell blood. When he looked up at the sky for some unknown reason, he found that the blood was dripping from the remaining limbs in the sky.

devil!

Subconsciously, Poyarkov had such an idea in his mind. Apart from the devil's weapons, he had no idea what weapons could bring such great damage.

Just as Poyarkov was shocked and speechless, Stanovoyev shouted loudly while rushing.

"Quick, hurry, go to the south, go to the south, the Tatars are in the south! Don't stop! Keep moving forward..."

Stanovoyev shouted loudly at the top of his voice, urging the Cossacks to form a loose three-row array, and lined up next to the south wall where a gap was blasted out.

Without Stanovoyev's orders, the Cossacks who rushed to the wall immediately inserted the support of the grenade to the ground, and then quickly put the musket with ammunition flattened and placed it on the support. A Cossack ran to them with a torch and shouted loudly.

"Quick, hurry up and light the ignition!"

Just as the Cossack was lighting the ignition rope for the others, Li Dean, who was holding the Liao 13-type rifled rifle, had already aimed at a chaotic enemy.

The grenade gun they used!

When he found that the enemy was lighting the ignition rope, Li Dean pulled the trigger.

The moment the gunshot was heard, through the smoke from the muzzle, he saw the enemy falling down and the torch fell to the ground. After he fell down, another man picked up the torch and continued to light the fire rope for the others.

These bandits who came here from Europe know very well what would happen if they fell into the hands of the indigenous people. So they would do their best in every battle.

Although the people who lit the ignition rope were constantly shot down by guns, of course, they lit the ignition rope for other people regardless of the situation.

"Where are the Tatars?"

Stanovoyev, who was lit on the fire rope, shouted loudly.

“In the woods to the south!”

Looking into the woods to the south, there were indeed balls of white smoke coming out from there, it was a musket!

"hair!"

Although the distance was more than one hundred powers (1), Stanovoyev still roared, and the musketeers around him pulled the trigger at the same time, and then a roar of a cotine gun. In an instant, a burst of white smoke enveloped them. At this time, the trees opposite suddenly spit out smoke. Accompanied by the whistling of bullets, the Cossacks who were loading the bullet immediately fell down, with screams all around him.

(1) Ancient Russian-style length unit, about 0.71 meters
Chapter completed!