My Dreams Can Come True

"This little beast! He is in my Zhou family and his Meng family blood line, how dare he be so dangerous!"

In the Zhou Mansion of Qinzhou City, Zhou Liangmu heard the soldiers reported that Meng Qingyuan had sent his troops to Suzhou City, but he almost didn't pick him up. When he was relieved, he dropped his favorite inkstone and brush wash.

But in desperation, he could only hold his nose and endure it. Meng Qingyuan only brought ten days of food and grass, so he couldn't stand by and watch him die, right?

At the moment, I immediately prepared food, clothing, gunpowder, lead, arrows, medicine and other materials. I was busy for most of the day. It was not until late at night that these materials were completely deployed. I led more than 30,000 people and brought the supplies. Five soldiers rushed to cooperate at night.

At this time, Qinzhou City is really going to sing the empty city plan. At this time, Zhou Liangmu was even more afraid that the barbarian old slaves took advantage of the emptiness of Qinzhou and sent a large number of spies to find out where he went. After the state was ransacked, I rushed to Hanzhou. I heard the surviving people who fled along the way said that it seemed that the Hanzhou guard had surrendered without resisting, and Zhou Liangmu was so angry that Zhou Liangmu was cursing Hanzhou guard Li Yuanqing.

Under the city of Suzhou.

"Little General Meng, I am waiting to advise you to abandon the dark and cast your light as soon as possible. There is no way in the past. Yuji Khan promotes soldiers to relieve the suffering of the people. We should comply with the destiny and not be a man arm to block the car! As soon as possible to rule the world, Little General Meng will naturally be able to dominate the world as soon as possible. Fighting to be a wife and a shadow, to be a general, my family is sweating and thirsty, and General Meng will be reused. Isn't it much better than under the rule of the faint monarch?" Tenghuzi's suspense has been lowered. State guard Yao Guixian said loudly.

Meng Qingyuan asked the guard next to him: "This thief is more than four hundred steps away from us. The musket should be within reach. Ask the best marksman, can you get him down?"

The guard nodded and murmured a few people.

"More than four hundred steps, will it work?" Mo Shixin asked.

"Motou, you look down on us! We hit the target with more than 500 steps at the farthest distance!" said one of the soldiers.

"Okay, you can beat him down for me, and count your great achievements!" Mo Shixin said.

Over there, Meng Qingyuan was scolding Yao Guixian: “Whatever the court, it’s not the reason for you to forget your ancestors and betray your race! Before you hit you, you already worshiped your foreign father early, and you are worthy of the Central Plains where you raised you. Huh? The people of the Central Plains spent countless people's fats and fats to raise you to be fat and white like a direct parent. Before you flick your tail a few times, you show your fangs at your parents and parents? What are you still alive? If you lose your neck, throw it into the belly of a female slave and be a dog!"

Yao Gui was trembling with anger at first, but he watched from a distance when a few people on the opposite side were facing him with an iron rod. He didn't take it seriously. After more than 400 steps, even if there was an arrow shot, as a military commander, he could deal with it. Time, let alone more than 400 steps, what bow and arrow do you need to have such a range?

"I kindly advise you to share your glory..."

"Boo!"

"Boo!"

"Boo!"

After five or six explosions, Yao Gui first felt that his chest was hammered, but it was not very painful. When he looked down, several blood arrows shot out from his chest. He hesitated and said, "It's...what demon method?"

The nervous system came afterwards with severe pain, he couldn't help but screamed, fell to Malay, and suddenly there was a great chaos in the army.

"There is a demon method! A demon method!"

"General Yao is dead!"

"Run away!"

Meng Qingyuan pinched his fingers, and a loud whistle sounded, and the five thousand silver armored horses scattered to the sides like a tide. Each of the soldiers led the two thousand and five from the wings to the army formation of the descending soldiers, revealing what was blocked by the silver armored horses. Toss gun gun team.

The long spear used by the Thousand Thousand Musketeers weighed more than ten kilograms, imitating the manufacturing method of the revolver, and the magazine can be rotated, but the barrel is much longer than the revolver. There are three rows of three hundred people in a row. Bang Di started shooting. After the first row was finished, he quickly switched from the same robe to the back row, then the second row went one step forward and continued to shoot. Those who retreated to the last row quickly opened the magazine. Bring the bristle cleaning rod to quickly sweep the magazine and barrel, then bite open the fixed charge, shake it into the magazine, compact, put in the lead, and then reset the magazine to a set of movements that are extremely smooth and smooth. When the second row had just finished five bullets, they retreated, and the third row was already on top.

There was a burst of gunpowder in front of the Qinzhou army, and behind the soldiers came out of the upper body armor and heavy long swords. They were the melee infantry soldiers in Meng Qingyuan's hands, all of whom had the ability to refine Qi.

These fierce soldiers stood silently beside the pikemen with their long swords. This is also the usual training item. The fierce pikemen protect the pikemen from advancing. Once the enemy rushes into the formation, they will quickly stand in the way. front.

The infantry trained by Meng Qingyuan can be regarded as the best infantry in the world. Most of them have reached the refining stage, and even two thousand soldiers are enough to fight against the rushing formation of two thousand silver armored cavalry.

The silver armor rides on the outer edge of the enemy's phalanx, like a sharp knife, peeling layer after layer. After two rounds, the soldiers have lost their morale if not. There was the Shangguan's pressure, I was afraid that he would immediately throw off his helmet and remove his armor and fled around.

Meng Qingyuan saw the generals who had beaten the soldiers with their swords on the back, and said to the soldiers: "Take them down!"

The few special-made single-shot musket soldiers immediately aimed at the high-headed horses, and the middle and low-level officers who were obviously different from ordinary soldiers shot. After a burst of gunshots, the officers fell to the ground one after another, and the officers who lost command of the Suzhou soldiers immediately It was like throwing a handful of fish food in a fish pond, and the whole fish pond was surging up. It was in chaos, and some people turned around and ran back. At this time, the musketeers finished five rounds of bullets and replaced them. The gunmen who came up would advance five steps and continue to shoot. In addition to this platoon of guns, there were sporadic gunshots. These gunshots would name the Suzhou surrendered officers who were still trying to give orders. Finally, there was no Commanded by the officer, the chaotic soldiers from Suzhou finally rushed towards the back. More than 30,000 soldiers rushed back. The barbarians behind them were dumbfounded. They slashed and killed a few people, but to no avail, and even waved. With swords and guns, how could the more than 1,000 supervising teams stop the more than 30,000 people who were surviving, and in a blink of an eye they were rushed towards the barbarian army.

The 40,000 barbarian army mobilized 30,000 to go out of the city. I thought that the Qinzhou army could be killed by using the descending soldiers. These descended soldiers only voted for the new master. Is there any reason for not desperately fighting for military merit? Or is there a fart for a team that doesn't have any combat power?

But is it useless to drop soldiers? Those fire sticks made some noise, so they turned around and fled in fright? Indeed, the thunderous sound sounded, and the horses under the hips became uneasy, but under the exquisite equestrian control of the warriors, these horses quickly recovered their stability. In one word: these Nanbarans are all sissy wastes. You should persuade Yu Ji Khan to execute all the male barbarians in Nanban! ——Most slaves think so.

The savage slave master pointed his whip forward with his face sullenly: "Bows and arrows!"

The barbarian slaves took off their bows, bent their bows and set up their arrows, aiming at the howling soldiers from Suzhou who had fled.

"Master Kehun! And our people!" The soldier next to him reminded in a low voice, Kehun is his title, which means warrior in Mannu language.

"Shoot!" The barbarian slave owner will not be moved. If these descendants rush into the formation, the next thing is to be killed by the enemy's rank. Above the wall, King Khan has nothing to do with the entangled armies. He didn't dare to open the gate of the city, so this formation was not to be lost.

More than 30,000 feathers and arrows flew out, and a small area of ​​the sky was full of arrows for a time.

The descendants who rushed in front fell to the ground one after another, and the people behind couldn’t help but separated on both sides and fled. The barbarian slave master smiled and said: "Jerlang! Ready to charge with me! Kill Nanban!"

The slaves screamed.

"stop!"

Meng Qingyuan issued an order. The musketeer who fired five steps at a time stopped, and the silver armor that had been chased out was riding on the two wings without returning to the battlefield. The barbarian slave owner laughed wildly: "Block our cavalry with infantry? Men, let Nanban see the cavalry charge of my Mobei warrior!"

At this time, the two armies were about a thousand meters apart, and the barbarians began to trot with their horses.

Meng Qingyuan's face remained unchanged, standing on the right, the ground vibrated.

Seven hundred meters.

Six hundred meters.

Five hundred meters.

Four hundred meters.

"put!"

The musketeers were expressionless, and they shot forward at a frequency of 1.5 seconds. After firing 5 shots, they retreated, and the two-winged silver cavalry also greeted them, so as to prevent the musketeers from being attacked on three sides. The cavalry who fought against the infantry line seemed to have stepped on the death line at a position of more than two hundred meters, and none of them could rush to the infantry line.

Looking from the tower, the front of the barbarian attacking smoothly, suddenly after a few bangs, it was like a cracked pancake, with a small piece missing in the middle, and the two wings formed a tendency to be surrounded by the two. The shining cavalry intercepted, Tenghuzi clenched his fists, standing high this time, he finally saw that his fighters were far less flexible than the opponent, and it seemed that only the tiger assault with mace was hit. These iron shells can achieve better results. Other fighters who use light weapons are basically useless to attack them. Weapons made by Mocher Steel are not available to everyone. Ordinary weapons can at most cut a mark on them. Although Mocher's steel weapons are good, they often chop on them. After breaking the steel armor, they get stuck in them. At most, they cause skin and flesh wounds to the opponent. On the contrary, the enemy will fight back when he tries to draw the knife. The weapon also seemed to be incredibly sharp. It was cut off with a single knife. A large number of Mobei warriors with leather armor either had their hands or their heads severed, and even their entire upper body had been chopped off.

With a cold sweat, Teng Huzi grabbed the soldier next to him: "Am I dazzled? Why is Nanban so powerful?"

The soldier's voice trembled and said, "They only have four to five thousand soldiers. We will not lose! We will not lose!"

After listening to the comfort of the soldiers, Teng Huzi felt a little more relieved.

The cavalry is getting closer and closer. After all, there are only more than 300 platoons of spearmen. For the cavalry overwhelming, Meng Qingyuan thought distractedly: "If there are ten thousand spearmen, it will be enough to sweep the world. ..."

While thinking, he still issued a new combat order.

"boom!"

The brave soldiers who were standing on both sides of the guard, each grouped out five hundred people and walked silently among the musketeers. The musketeers were also very cooperative to get out of their positions. The queue was still three rows, but changed. Become a musketeer, an arrangement of fierce soldiers, the fierce soldiers took off the thunder from his waist, blew the tinder, and ignited them, then threw them out vigorously.

This was also restored by Meng Qingyuan from the knowledge he obtained. The original body was a grenade. He didn't think the name was enough to be prestigious, so he named the Thunder Thunder. The manufacture of this Thunder Thunder is extremely simple. You only need to fill the clay pot with gunpowder iron particles. , And then use the corks to make the holes and plug them. It’s just that because each one is a circle bigger than an adult’s fist, it’s not very convenient to carry, and each warrior only carries five.

At first sight, the barbarians still had more than a hundred steps to reach the Nan barbarian who made the noise with the strange fire stick. At this time, there were a lot of round things flying above their heads. Most barbarians didn't care, that's it. The big stones were also beaten to death at best, killing them.

But in a blink of an eye, these inconspicuous, round and whistling things exploded with a bang, and the various iron particles inside were pushed out of a nearly eight-meter kill zone by the huge kinetic energy, and the savage slaves rode on horses. Therefore, people and horses have become good shelters, but there are four or five hundred small particles in each clay pot. These radiated iron particles immediately smashed these human body shelters into sieves. Everyone who was shot, They are like pockets filled with water that have been pierced with many holes. A large amount of blood rushes out of the body under the pressure of the heart pumping. These densely packed small iron particles turn into a Shura field within seven or eight meters, and some have been hugely exploded. The horses that were frightened by the sound even flowed with excrement and urine. Some of their feet were soft and fell to the ground. They were broken and fractured by the cavalry behind.

Thousands of military soldiers and five bombing thunders thrown out are five thousand bombing thunders, each with a range of eight meters, theoretically it can blow up these 30,000 people without leaving one, but in fact, the ones that were misfired were bombed by others The actual lethality is not so perfect when the sky thunder blows up and throws the overlapped ones. This is true. More than 7,000 people were blown up to flesh and blood or performed fountain water art. The little khan king Tenghuzi standing on the wall finally Unable to calm down anymore, he roared wildly: "Devil! They are the devil! What the **** is that demon technique? Where is the Arch Mage? The Arch Mage!"

Next to Assailgu boldly reminded: "Little Khan King! The Great Master and Yuji Khan are accompanying!"

The soldiers also reminded: "Little Khan, we can't afford such a loss, let the soldiers retreat by themselves! Let's go fast, they can't catch up, and other doors come in. They have fewer soldiers and can only attack one side. We There are more than 10,000 people, they can't attack! Now withdrawing can save more than 10,000 soldiers!"

Teng Huzi finally calmed down: "Send my order! Let them... retreat by themselves."

He closed his eyes and said this sentence, his face was full of pain. For the invincible Mobei warrior, the so-called retreat on his own means fleeing the battlefield. This is a shame for him who directs the battle.

"woo woo woo woo!"

Two short and two long horns sounded, the remaining savage slaves in the middle strangled their heads, looking at the corpses of people and horses in front of the ground, the wounded struggling to survive, the war horses struggling to stand up, and carrying one. The desperate soldiers standing blankly on their arms, they took the horse back a few steps and glanced at each other. The **** courage had already receded, and the blood-red eyes had returned to their normal color, but their complexion turned pale.

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