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Chapter 460 Eighth March of the Bombardiers

Mo Xun's white jade hands raised her black hair, revealing her fair collarbone.

Seeing Bai Su touching the flintlock gun, she was in a daze for a long time, and she couldn't help asking: "My lord, do you want to try the power of this thing?"

After pondering for a while, Bai Su said: "There are too many people here, so it's not suitable to test the power of a flintlock gun. It would be bad if you get accidentally injured. Why don't you bring your things, find an open place, and pile up some scarecrows to test. "

Everyone nodded.

When Bai Su saw that the flintlock gun was finished, he naturally wanted to go through all the steps in person to prevent any problems in the future due to a momentary negligence.

Following his order, everyone quickly got busy.

Not long after, a simple shooting range was quickly completed.

In an open shooting range, there are scarecrows and wooden boards.

On the table, there are made flintlock guns one by one.

Bai Su directly picked up one and touched the cold body of the gun, feeling excited in his heart.

After all, guns are a man's romance. When the boy was young, he didn't use a wooden board as a gun to play with. Now he has fulfilled a childhood dream.

Mo Xun hesitated for a moment, and couldn't help asking: "Your Excellency, do you want to try it yourself?"

Although she has gone through a lot of tests, theoretically there should be no problem, but after all, Bai Su's status is extraordinary, if there is any mistake, His Majesty Shihuang can't explain it.

Seeing her frowning, Bai Su couldn't help laughing: "After waiting for so long, I finally made it, how can I not do it without trying it myself, besides... I have full trust in you, I believe in you Ability."

Mo Xun was moved for a while, she pursed her lips, then walked to the side, and brought over a box, which was full of supporting tools for the flintlock.

There are small bottles of priming medicine, lead pellets, small skins, and long sticks.

Fan Kuai and others who were in charge of protecting Bai Su's safety.

They couldn't help blinking their eyes, and asked curiously, "My lord, is this thing really a weapon?"

She is not the only one who has doubts in her heart.

After all, no matter how you look at it, this set of things looks like medicine in a pharmacy. It looks so trivial and bulky that it can't kill a rabbit, so how can it be used on the battlefield.

A smile appeared on Bai Su's face: "Just try it and you will know how powerful it is."

As he spoke, he picked up a small bottle and poured it into the barrel, then picked up a small square piece of leather, wrapped it around the lead shot, and stabbed it in with a long stick to make the barrel fully sealed.

Only then did he hold up the flintlock gun, put on a strange posture, aimed the muzzle at the wooden board on the scarecrow in the distance, and slowly pulled the trigger with his fingers.

"boom!"

Suddenly there was a loud noise, a puff of smoke was emitted from the muzzle of the gun, and the surrounding air smelled of gunpowder.

Everyone was stunned.

Fan Kui, who had a look of disdain just now, was all smart. She never expected that a small lead ball could make such a huge noise.

Bai Su put down the flintlock gun in his hand, and asked someone to fetch the distant target.

After the soldier brought it over, everyone saw that the thick wooden board was directly pierced, and the armor of the scarecrow who was wearing an armor was also beaten to pieces, and they all took a breath of air.

The armor was actually pierced, this... this nima is too scary.

You must know that armor was regarded as an important weapon of the country in the Central Plains. Only the government could make armor, and it would be a felony for possession of armor.

But the armor, which was expected to be high on the battlefield, was so vulnerable in front of that small lead shot.

If hundreds or thousands of people shot at the same time, wouldn't the soldiers who rushed forward be directly smashed into a sieve?

Fan Kui imagined that he was brandishing a long knife and charging forward on his horse. Under the sound of gunshots, his body was splashed with blood, and his complexion suddenly turned pale.

Bai Su stroked his chin and said, "It's powerful, but it's time-consuming to reload. If you shoot together, there will be a long blank period. It's better to cooperate with the horse-rejecting post and three-stage shooting."

Mo Xun was stunned for a moment, and couldn't help asking: "What is the rejection of the horse post, and the three-stage shooting?"

Bai Su said with a smile: "The power of this flintlock gun is terrifying. Facing infantry, as long as there is enough ammunition, it is almost a unilateral massacre. The enemy has no resistance at all."

"But the flintlock gun is not without its weaknesses. After each shot, it takes a long time to reload. If the enemy army forms a group of cavalry who are not afraid of death, they will charge forward."

"As long as the enemy can withstand the first wave of attacks, they will have the opportunity to rush to our position and completely disperse our team. Once they get close, the flintlock has no advantage."

"So, in order to solve this shortcoming, the soldiers can be divided into three batches. After the front row finishes shooting, they retreat to reload ammunition, the second row continues to shoot, and after the third row finishes shooting, the first row has also been loaded. gone."

"In this way, you can continue to shoot without interruption."

"As for the horse-repelling post, it is similar to the structure of the protective fence. If the cavalry rushes to the front, if they don't stop and tear the protective fence, they will not be able to rush through, and they can only be beaten passively."

"At the same time, we can carry some thunderbolts. When we see the cavalry approaching, we can directly ignite them and throw them over. They can explode with a bang, causing the cavalrymen who have finally rushed over to panic and collapse..."

Fan Kui listened to Bai Su's tactical arrangement, and her face became more and more solemn. In the end, her eyes trembled uncontrollably, and there was a trace of fear in her eyes when she looked at Bai Su.

According to Bai Su's style of attack, the enemy army is almost dead.

Before even touching Bai Su's fur, more than half of his own soldiers and horses were killed or injured. This is not an evenly matched war, it is clearly a one-sided massacre.

What's even more frightening is that she imagined that if she led the troops to face Bai Su instead, no matter how hard she fought, the final result might not change a bit.

After all, in the wars in the Central Plains for many years, after defeating the enemy, he only lost [-]% to [-]% of his troops, which can already be counted as a great victory.

However, Bai Su's tactics could achieve a ratio of 50 people to [-] after the two sides fought.

This nima is too scary.

Fortunately, Master Bai is one of his own, otherwise her skirt would probably be wet with fright when she meets such an opponent.

Mo Xun walked up to Bai Su's side and said, "My lord, the use of this flintlock gun is not very difficult. It only takes about five or six days of training to use it. In a few months, you can use it with basic tactics. Do you want to start recruiting soldiers and training now?"

After pondering for a while, Bai Su said, "The soldiers will definitely be drawn from the barracks for training, but besides the soldiers, I also need a group of drummers and musicians."

Mo Xun was taken aback for a moment, and couldn't help but ask, "If you want a drummer, what's a musician for?"

A smile appeared on Bai Su's face: "Because an excellent army needs to have a soul, the sound of the music in the rear can not only make the soldiers' blood surge and dare to stand up, but also send a signal to the soldiers."

"The rear of the army is still as stable as Mount Tai, and we are supporting you with all our strength. Don't worry, don't be afraid, don't mess up the formation in front, stabilize the situation, and prepare to counterattack."

"In this way, even on the battlefield where the battle is raging and the commander's order cannot be conveyed quickly, the army can always maintain high morale and the formation will not be chaotic."

"Even, with victories on the battlefield again and again, this song will become the banner of the soul of the army and the source of the enemy's fear. Whenever I hear this song, I wake up from my dream."

Mo Xun, Fan Kui and the others showed a look of surprise on their faces. They didn't expect to build an army. In addition to weapons, equipment, and logistics, there are so many skills.

It's really a knife stabbing in the ass and opening your eyes.

Mo Xun's white jade hands raised her black hair, revealing her fair collarbone.

She raised her head to look at Bai Su, and couldn't help asking: "Then, between Mr. Yi, how should this military song be formulated?"

After all, soldiers are often illiterate. To make this group of soldiers who don't know the rhythm understand instantly, and to play songs that can reflect the military's momentum, the instruments must be light and easy to carry.

With so many complicated elements to consider, it is really too difficult to write a satisfactory song.

Fan Kuai frowned, fluffed his hair, and felt a headache.

It is difficult to write a letter with her education level, let alone write a song.

In the end, everyone turned their eyes to Bai Su to see if he had any good suggestions.

Bai Su rubbed his chin, pondered for a moment and said: "If you want to talk about the song, I really have a good one."

Mo Xun couldn't help asking: "What song?"

Bai Su said with a smile, "The bombardiers, march..."

Chapter 460: Prepare for a Long Voyage

Mo Xun and Fan Kui looked at each other, a look of doubt appeared on his face, and he couldn't help but ask, "This bombardier march, what song is it?"

Bai Su said with a smile on his face, "This is a song that can condense the soul and gather energy and inspire fighting spirit. A good military song is better than a hundred thousand troops."

"And the rhythm of this song is very suitable for soldiers to march together neatly. Moreover, the requirements for musical instruments are extremely simple, as long as a bamboo flute and a drum are enough..."

After finishing speaking, he spread a piece of rice paper on the table and wrote out the music score of the bombardiers' march.

Immediately, a few musicians were recruited to let them learn the piece.

Fan Kuai's beautiful brows were slightly frowned, and she asked suspiciously: "My lord, this is just a piece of music, is it really useful?"

Not to mention her, even Mo Xun, who was beside him, was a little skeptical.

After all, most of the ways to boost morale in the Central Plains today are to reward the amount of gold and silver fields, and how much knighthood can be obtained by killing one person. I have never thought that a small song can also improve morale and combat effectiveness.

Bai Su couldn't help smiling, and said, "How about, let's demonstrate the effect."

Everyone nodded, and they were also very curious about the effect of this so-called military song.

Soon, Bai Su dispatched dozens of soldiers from the barracks.

After briefly teaching them how to use the flintlock and how to advance according to the rhythm of the music, everyone stood neatly in three rows.

Fan Kuai blinked his dark eyes, looked at these soldiers with some curiosity, and couldn't help showing a smile on his face.

After all, in the past, the front row of the military formation was full of spears and shields, which gave a sense of security.

But now everyone is holding a firestick in their hands, and there is a musician playing flute and drum beside them. No matter how you look at it, this team looks like they are here for a banquet.

Seeing the strange standing posture of the people next to them, those innocent soldiers couldn't help showing a look of embarrassment on their faces.

If someone asked them to do this kind of thing, they would definitely feel that they were being tricked.

But the person who gave the order was Daliang Zao and Bai Su, so they had no opinion at all.

The skin of this person's shadow tree, Bai Su's wars in the north and south over the years, destroyed countless countries, and doubled the territory of the Central Plains. The four major guards are all from his hands.

This kind of proud achievement is completely enough to become an example for generals in the world to follow.

It can be said that Bai Su's prestige in the army has reached an unprecedented level. Now that Bai Su came to teach them in person, these soldiers were too happy, so how could they have any opinions.

After Bai Su pondered for a long time, he ordered: "Let's start."

The musician played the bleak flute, which made people's hearts quiet down, and the rhythmic sound of the drums.

These soldiers followed the rhythm and moved forward together.

At the beginning, the rhythm was a little messy. After about a while, there was almost no command. These soldiers were able to walk in a uniform manner according to the rhythm of the drums.

Seeing this, Bai Su nodded in satisfaction, and immediately said: "Set up the formation, raise the gun..."

The dozens of soldiers stopped one after another, and the soldiers in the first row raised their hair-split guns and aimed at the armored scarecrow in the distance.

Bai Su said, "Fire..."

"Bang Bang Bang!!!"

Smoke that smelled of gunpowder spewed out, and countless lead pellets flew out. Although most of them were shot crookedly due to lack of training, they still smashed the scarecrow's armor to pieces.

Bai Su continued: "The second row goes forward, and the first row goes back to refill."

The soldiers in the first row retreated, and the soldiers in the second row raised their flintlocks and pulled the triggers.

After several rounds of shooting, the armor on the group of scarecrows in the distance has been beaten to pieces, and the entire scarecrow has become a sieve.

At this time, the smile on Fan Kuai's face suddenly froze.

Although she had seen the terrifying power of the flintlock gun before and had prepared herself, but when she saw the scene with intensive firepower, she still couldn't help breaking out a layer of cold sweat on her forehead.

She never thought that this piece of music would be so powerful that a group of soldiers who had never been trained could become uniform in such a short period of time.

Fan Kui once again looked at the soldiers who were walking towards him in a uniform manner while listening to the rhythm of the drums and carrying flintlock guns.

At this time, the originally brisk song was like a scourge in her eyes, and her face turned pale.

Bai Su smiled and said, "How do you feel?"

Fan Kui smiled wryly for a while and said, "Your Excellency is really a genius. I never thought that such a small piece of music would have such a miraculous effect. The general is really impressed."

Mo Xun on the side also nodded frequently, and couldn't help but said: "It's only a short period of time, and there are already such good results. If you train for a month or two, the effect will be unimaginable. The master's hand is comparable to a hundred thousand troops." what."

There was a smile on Bai Su's face, but he wasn't surprised by it.

After all, this is the famous queuing and shooting song. It is not surprising that it has such an effect after going through rounds of battlefield tests.

Fan Kuai suddenly said, "My lord, the power of this flintlock gun is really too frightening. If I let my army of millions in Daxia equip it all, wouldn't it be invincible?"

Bai Su glanced at her with some amusement: "You think it's beautiful. The cost of this flintlock gun is much higher than that of a simple sword. Even with the financial resources of the court, it can only be used as a small number of elites in a short period of time. It is used in conjunction with the sailor expedition.”