Daming: I can’t kill such a greedy prince-in-law?

The 300,000-strong Northern Yuan army was thrown into chaos by the sudden bombing. Soldiers fled everywhere, but there was nowhere to hide. The shock wave of the explosion overturned the crowd, and the flames devoured everything flammable. On the battlefield, wailing, screaming, and explosions intertwined to form a symphony of death.

The bombardment by kite glider shells lasted for a full hour. When the last shell fell, the entire battlefield had become a scorched earth. Three hundred thousand troops were blown to pieces, with only sporadic flames flickering in the ruins. This bombardment was not only astonishing in number, but also extremely effective, completely destroying the enemy's fighting spirit and combat effectiveness.

The sky gradually returned to calm, with only a few wisps of smoke drifting in the wind. The once deadly glider shells were now only broken kite skeletons, scattered on the battlefield, as if telling of the cruelty and ruthlessness of this war.

On a high ground.

Zhou An and his troops stopped, and they naturally saw the "doomsday scene" that just happened.

Zhou An was dumbfounded and swallowed.

It was really a close call. If he had been a step slower, his more than 4,000 people would have been covered by artillery fire. Even though they were protected by the toughest armor, Zhou An knew very well that the armor they wore could easily block swords, spears, and halberds, but if they were to block the artillery fire just now, they would only die!
Zhu Di and Zhu Quan naturally saw it as well, and they were equally shocked. They were also experienced in using cannons, and they were thought to be masters of cannons in the Ming Dynasty, but at this moment they were as immature as children in front of Ouyang Lun.

"Fuck, this artillery is so powerful."

“I really learned something!”

"Teacher is worthy of being a teacher. He always keeps something in reserve."

"Let's not offend Brother-in-law Ouyang in the future. If he gets angry and hits us brothers, we won't be able to bear it."

"I want you to tell me!"

"Brother-in-law, you are so cruel."

Zhu Biao opened his mouth wide and did not react for a long time. He was completely shocked by the scene just now. Because they were in the highest terrain, they could see it most clearly. This was simply a punishment from God!
Ouyang Lun turned his head to look at Zhu Biao. For some reason, when he heard Zhu Biao say this, Ouyang Lun really wanted to laugh.

"Basic operations are not bad." Ouyang Lun said with a smile.

Ah!
Zhu Biao stood there in a daze, looking confused. Although he didn't understand what Ouyang Lun meant, he thought it should be a humble remark.

"Brother-in-law, I have never seen this kind of shells before. Is it a new weapon? And it is very powerful!"

Zhu Biao asked curiously.

Just now he clearly saw a gliding shell fall and immediately create a big hole!
Ouyang Lun smiled and nodded, "It is indeed a new weapon. We originally wanted to develop a mortar, but in order to deal with the Northern Yuan army this time, we specially asked the Military Weapons Branch of the Research Institute to prepare it in advance. With the advantage of the terrain, it can glide to the destination and explode!"

"You just saw the power, it's really good."

"However, it is a pity that this weapon can only be used in specific environments and situations, and its flight time is relatively long. If the enemy is prepared, it will be difficult to hit them a second time!"

Ouyang Lun spoke slowly.

"I see!"

Zhu Biao nodded and gave a thumbs up, "Brother-in-law, it's amazing that you can come up with this idea!"

"Oh, by the way, is it because you want to keep it secret that you deliberately arranged for Zhou An and deliberately provoked him?"

Zhu Biao seemed to have thought of something and asked quickly.

"Well, that's about right!"

"The main reason is that I really didn't want to tell them!"

"They can think whatever they want, as long as they can complete the tasks assigned by us."

Ouyang Lun paused and continued: "This is just the beginning, there will be more waiting for them!"

After saying that, Ouyang Lun turned and looked towards the battlefield.

As night fell, the originally solemn camp of the Northern Yuan army on the grassland fell into chaos and panic. The 300,000-man army, once as imposing as a dark cloud over a city, now collapsed under the precise attack of the gliding missiles. Flames shot up into the sky, explosions came one after another, and the deafening roar was mixed with the screams of soldiers and the neighing of horses. Thick smoke billowed, obscuring the stars, and the air was filled with the smell of burnt and blood, suffocating.

Missiles rained down from the sky, landing precisely in the center of the Northern Yuan army's camp. The tents were blown to pieces, wood chips and pieces of cloth flew in the air, like fireworks from a nightmare. The soldiers had no time to react before they were knocked to the ground by the blast. Some were blown to pieces, while others were hit by flying debris and fell to the ground groaning in pain. The horses were frightened, broke free of their reins and ran wildly, trampling the fallen soldiers, exacerbating the chaos.

The generals of the Northern Yuan army were also frightened by the sudden attack. They were excitedly chasing the Ming army with their soldiers, but they didn't expect that death had quietly arrived. One general was drawing his sword and shouting loudly, when he was hit directly by a missile and turned into dust in an instant. Another general was knocked to the ground by the blast, his helmet rolled off, and his face was covered in blood. He struggled to get up, his eyes full of fear and despair, and shouted hoarsely: "Retreat! Retreat quickly!"

"Heavenly punishment! This is heavenly punishment!"

"Is this the wrath of the gods?!"

The soldiers had already lost their will to fight, and they dropped their weapons and fled in all directions. Some soldiers were so frightened that they collapsed to the ground, holding their heads in their hands and trembling; others ran frantically, trying to escape from this land of death. However, the missile attacks did not stop, and the sound of explosions still echoed in their ears, like the mockery of the god of death.

The chief general of the Northern Yuan army, who was in charge of the pursuit, was pale and trembling. He was riding on a horse, but he could no longer control his mount. The horse was frightened and raised its front hooves high, almost throwing him off the horse. He held the reins tightly and ordered in a hoarse voice: "The whole army retreats! Retreat quickly!" The glider missiles fired not just one round, but three rounds!

The Northern Yuan army fled in panic. What they were thinking about now was not to hunt down the Ming army, but to escape from this place of divine punishment.

It was at this moment that they realized that they had been surrounded by the Ming army, and these Ming troops had built a trench-like position. Some sharp-eyed Northern Yuan soldiers discovered that these Ming soldiers were no longer holding spears and swords, but holding a long stick in both hands. The long stick seemed to be hollow, and at this moment, a row of black holes the size of middle fingers were pointing at them!
The Northern Yuan cavalry had no idea what this thing was, but their desire to survive told them that if they wanted to stay alive today, they had to break through the blockade of the Ming army!
"These Ming people are just holding sticks. Don't be afraid. Follow me and charge!"

A brave Northern Yuan cavalry general stood up, brandished the scimitar in his hand, and rushed towards the Ming army's position. Inspired by this Northern Yuan cavalry general, the remaining Northern Yuan cavalry also rushed forward.

Dust billowed from the grassland horizon, and tens of thousands of Northern Yuan cavalrymen swept in like a black torrent. The iron hooves shook the sky, and the earth was shaking, as if even the sky was shrouded in this murderous atmosphere. The Northern Yuan cavalrymen brandished their scimitars, let out deafening roars, and flashed bloodthirsty light in their eyes. They rushed straight to the positions of the Ming army like an unstoppable hurricane.

However, the Ming army had already been fully prepared. On the battlefield, the soldiers calmly and orderly arranged into several lines of defense, and the improved muskets in their hands glowed coldly in the sun. These muskets were no longer the old-style matchlock guns, but rifles loaded with bullets, with a longer range, higher accuracy, and faster loading speed. The soldiers held the muskets steadily, their eyes were sharp, and they waited for the commander's orders.

The Northern Yuan cavalry was getting closer and closer, and the sound of horse hooves was approaching like thunder. Just as they rushed into the range of the muskets, the commander's cold and firm voice rang out from the Ming position: "Fire!" In an instant, the muskets roared, and bullets poured out like raindrops. The Northern Yuan cavalry who rushed to the front were instantly hit, and both the men and horses fell, and blood splattered. The bullets penetrated their armor and tore their flesh and blood. The screams and the neighing of the horses intertwined, and the scene was extremely tragic.

The first row of Northern Yuan cavalry fell down. They were all shocked by this sudden change, but they were already charging at high speed and couldn't stop at all. They could only bite the bullet and continue to charge!

But I already had a fear of those black holes in my heart.

The Northern Yuan cavalry charged forward frantically, trying to break through the Ming Dynasty's defense line with their numbers and speed. At this moment, the second line of defense of the Ming Dynasty's position, the crossbows began to show their power. These crossbows have been improved to be able to fire arrows continuously, with extremely fast firing speed and amazing power. The crossbowmen calmly pulled the trigger, and the arrows flew out like locusts, and the dense rain of arrows covered the entire charging Northern Yuan cavalry.

Arrows pierced through the armor of the cavalry and the bodies of the horses. The Northern Yuan cavalry fell one after another like wheat being cut, and the momentum of the charge was abruptly curbed. On the battlefield, corpses piled up like mountains, and blood dyed the grassland red. The horses fell to the ground in wailing, and the cavalry struggled in pain. The entire battlefield seemed to have turned into hell on earth.

The leader of the Northern Yuan cavalry was terrified when he saw that the charge was hopeless. He waved his scimitar to try to boost morale, but all he got in response were the screams and cries of despair from the soldiers. In the end, he had to order a retreat. The remaining Northern Yuan cavalry turned their horses around and fled to the rear in a panic, their backs full of fear and unwillingness.

On the battlefield of the Ming army, the soldiers still stood calmly, and the smoke from the muskets and crossbows had not yet dissipated. They used iron and fire to prove the power of technology, and also used blood and life to defend the dignity of their homeland. The charge of the Northern Yuan cavalry turned into a tragic defeat on this battlefield.

"Brother-in-law, what new weapon is this? Why is it different from the fire guns I know?"

When Zhu Biao saw the Ming army using "fire guns" to slaughter the Northern Yuan cavalry, he was dumbfounded again. This was simply a one-sided massacre!
"Your Majesty, this is also a new weapon, developed from the musket. I call it a rifle. The advantage of this rifle over the musket is that the shooting interval is relatively short, so there is no need to worry about the cavalry charge!"

"Of course, I won't go into too much detail about the rifle now!"

"Because I have prepared a surprise for the Northern Yuan army!"

Ouyang Lun said calmly.

Ah!
“There’s a surprise!”

Zhu Biao was numb. Who could fight a war like Ouyang Lun?

It was all surprises. First there was a crazy provocation, then missile coverage, and then rifle harvesting. It is estimated that the Northern Yuan army was completely confused at this time.

He also learned it.

The key is that Ouyang Lun also prepared a surprise next! !
"Brother-in-law, what's the next surprise?"

Zhu Biao asked hurriedly.

"Here comes a surprise, your majesty, you better see it for yourself!"

Ouyang Lun took out a feather fan from somewhere and waved it in his hand. Zhu Biao looked in the direction of the fan and immediately saw a cavalry!
"That's the cavalry of our Ming Dynasty!"

"So much equipment!!"

Zhu Biao's eyes widened and his breathing became rapid. If Zhou An's 4,000 men could disrupt an army of hundreds of thousands, then these tens of thousands of elite cavalrymen could do the same!
"Brother-in-law, this is Xu Huizu?!"

When Zhu Biao saw the word "Xu" written on the military flag, he immediately guessed it.

"Yes, it's Huizu."

Ouyang Lun nodded.

The setting sun was like blood, dyeing the entire grassland red, and a solemn atmosphere filled the sky and earth. The remaining 100,000 troops of the Northern Yuan Dynasty were retreating northward in a panic. Their flags were in tatters, and the soldiers were exhausted, with fear and despair in their eyes. The once mighty army of the grassland now fled in panic like a stray dog. However, their nightmare had just begun.

On the horizon, a deep and shocking sound of horse hooves suddenly sounded, as if the earth was shaking. Then, a torrent of silver light swept in from all directions - it was the 40,000 elite cavalry led by the Ming general Xu Huizu. They were wearing special alloy armor, which glowed coldly in the sunset, as if gods had descended from heaven and were unstoppable. The war horses were also wrapped in alloy armor, revealing only their sharp eyes, and every step they took was as powerful as thunder.

Xu Huizu rode on a tall black horse, wearing silver armor, holding a spear, and his eyes were like lightning. He looked coldly at the fleeing Northern Yuan army in front of him, with a cold smile on his face. He raised his spear high, and his voice resounded like thunder across the battlefield: "All troops, listen to my order, surround and kill the enemy, and don't spare a single one!"

Forty thousand alloy cavalrymen swept in like a whirlwind, instantly surrounding the Northern Yuan army. The Northern Yuan soldiers were horrified to find that their swords and knives could only splash sporadic sparks on the Ming army's alloy armor, and could not cause any damage at all. The Ming army's spears and sabers were like the sickles of the god of death, easily tearing their flesh and blood. With each charge, large groups of Northern Yuan soldiers fell, and their blood dyed the grassland red.

The Northern Yuan generals tried to organize a resistance, but their formation had already been broken into pieces by the Ming army. The Ming cavalry divided and surrounded the Northern Yuan army like a wolf pack, cutting it into several sections and annihilating them one by one. On the battlefield, screams, wails, and the sound of swords clashing intertwined, like a piece of music of death. (End of this chapter)