Chapter 1115: Vicious Weapon and Sad Warrior

The sun was high in the sky, and Qin Li led a group of rafts to drift diagonally from upstream to the other side.

On the raft, someone stood up with a shield, a large shield that stood up to the chest.

Behind the shield, someone controlled the oar, the shield holder squatted, and the Yu Lin flying cavalry with a musket placed the musket on the shield.

A series of rafts gradually approached the shore of Tubo. Tubo followed suit on the river bank, piled up the earth slope, stood on the slope, and prepared to roll down with wood and stones.

Tubo also made a simple catapult, which could not hit too far, and the materials were not processed in advance.

The method of throwing stones by pulling the rope with a counterweight was used to hit the Tang army in the water on the shore.

The raft team drifted over and stopped moving to the side when it was 120 feet away.

The Tubo people also raised their bows and crossbows and shields. There were not many people. From the flag, they knew that they belonged to the Yu Lin flying cavalry.

"Five groups rotate, get ready!" Qin Li ordered while aiming his gun at the people on the earth pile on the shore.

Five hundred people put the primer into the medicine trough at the same time, and one hundred people set up their guns.

"First group, fire!" Qin Li shouted, and then pulled the trigger.

'Pah, pah, pah!' A series of sounds sounded.

Another Yu Lin flying cavalry shouted: "Second group, fire!"

'Pah, pah, pah!' Another series of sounds.

The Tibetans on the slope were still watching. How could they hit me without a sky rocket from such a distance?

"Ouch! What is that? My thigh is injured."

"Stomach, shield quickly."

"Ah!"

"Squat down, squat down quickly, don't show your head."

Continuous gunshots rang out, and 500 bullets shot more than 40 people.

Those who hit the eyes, foreheads, hearts, and throats were lying directly.

Those who were shot in other parts of his body covered their wounds in pain, and at the same time, they looked horrified.

The two sides were so far apart, what was the smoking thing? Gunpowder for sky rockets?

The Tibetan soldiers on the shore shrank their heads, clambered over the slope and showed their eyes to see.

Qin Li picked up the telescope hanging on his chest, showing a helpless look.

The Tibetan soldiers can dodge. If they shoot arrows, they can shoot at the sky and throw them down to hit the target.

If you shoot at the sky, can the bullets kill people?

The key is that you have never practiced throwing arrows at the sky, but the bullets are not small.

Qin Li didn't understand. In fact, after the lead bullet flies more than 100 meters high, it can kill people.

It's like throwing a glass ball from a height of 30 floors. It's really unbearable to fall on your head.

For throwing arrows, 500 guns are not enough, so you can use the method used by machine guns.

"Go back, this method won't work." Qin Li saw that he couldn't take advantage, so he called out, and the raft gradually moved back downstream.

The Tibetan soldiers thought about it, and someone shot an arrow over there. The arrow flew a distance and fell into the river, drifting away with the water.

Turning their heads, they saw the dead and injured people. Some of those who were hit in the fatal parts were not dead yet, lying there waiting.

The injured looked at the wounds, trying to find the arrowheads or something, but found that they could not see anything except bleeding.

The man who was shot in the stomach was sweating profusely from the pain, and the man who was shot in the lung vomited blood. It was obvious that the possibility of either of them dying was very low.

Zhaxi Kure was drinking medicine when he got the news, and the Qianhu who had been given medicine by him before also sent people to ask him for the medicine residue.

He refused, and he didn't have enough to drink.

The Qianhu here went out, and the injured and dead soldiers were carried in.

The man who was shot in the lung had an ugly face. He was still alive and continued to vomit blood. He had an open pneumothorax and injured tissue in the lung.

Even if the bullet mouth was blocked and the inside and outside were not allowed to communicate, he would not survive unless Li Yi treated him personally.

"What hurt you?" The Qianhu saw the wound, and his face, which was already vicissitudes due to the climate, looked even darker.

The people carrying the corpses and wounded 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 musket was 13 mm, and the bullet was slightly smaller.

"Fu Qian, this thing, this is it, picked up on the ground." The person who ran over showed the bullet in his palm to the Qianhu.

Qian Hu picked it up with his hands and observed it carefully. It felt like lead, not silver or iron.

He closed his eyes, looked at the wounded, and personally drew the knife from his waist. He went to the side of a dead person who was shot in the heart and shook him. The other person did not react.

He used the knife to remove the ribs and take out the heart. The heart was pierced, and the hole was large in front and small in the back. He cut a few more knives behind the heart.

Others watched him reach in and touch it. After a while, he touched out a deformed bullet.

The people around him showed a trace of fear in their eyes. They were not afraid of death. They were worried that they would not be able to take it out after being hit by this thing.

Fortunately, the wooden feather arrow could still leave a little mark. Clamp it and pull it out. Pull out the arrow head with barbs and then treat the wound.

Now the thing hits the stomach. Cut the stomach open to find it?

There is no way to hit the thigh. Cut a big hole in the leg and put your fingers in to dig it out?

Zhaxi Kure walked out and saw the injured and dead soldiers. He took the bullet picked up by others and clenched his fist.

He also understood how poisonous the weapon in his hand was. He didn't need to smear poison on the weapon. The weapon itself was enough.

"Commander, they were shooting at us from more than a hundred feet away. We didn't know it on the slope, but we lowered our heads and they stopped shooting. This can't be projectile."

The soldier, who was still frightened, actually analyzed the disadvantages of the musket. The projectile requirement was too high.

"More than a hundred feet, more than a hundred feet..." Zhaxi Kure repeated the distance.

He thought of horseback archery, which was more than a hundred feet away, and cavalry against cavalry was much more powerful than the other arrows of the Tang Dynasty that were farther away.

The battle could not continue, because the gap in weapons was too big, and one side was just being beaten.

The catapult was well made, and the big one could hit more than a hundred feet away, but it was not accurate.

A catapult required many people to operate, and each of the opponents had such a weapon, and they could run with it.

"I'll write a letter back." Zhaxi Kure ignored the wounded soldiers.

He turned and went into the tent, wrote a letter to the Zamp and the prime minister, and told the people behind him about the new weapons of the Tang army.

Hot air balloons flying in the sky, sky monkeys that could hit a large area at a long distance, big kites that could carry people flying against the wind, and explosive packs.

There were also telescopes, which were said to be able to see the other side from a long distance, but the other side could not see them.

Now there was a lead bullet weapon as big as a pea, and the combat power of the two sides was not equal.

Yes, there were always ships coming to the Tang Dynasty to deliver things recently. It didn't matter if it was once or twice, and they didn't bring too many supplies.

What should we do if we have to send them endlessly? The other side will not lack the baggage.

After writing the battle report and ordering a team to send them off, Zhaxi Kure drank the medicine in the bowl in one gulp and felt much better.

He went out of the big tent again, and the people who were shot in the stomach and lungs ran to the shore with weapons.

"Kill! Charge!" Several people shouted while running, some fell down, and others helped to pull them up.

When they reached the earth slope, they struggled to pull a sheepskin raft down, and some people paddled while spitting blood on the raft.

Before they could reach the place, the current overturned the raft, and several people sank and floated in the water.

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