Ancestors, please don't crawl out again.

Chapter 133 You must make every inch of land under the sun belong to the Han people.
The FAB3000, loaded with nearly a ton of four explosives, instantly blew open the Pingyang city wall.

Moreover, it did more than just blow up the city walls; its immense power also caused the collapse of the Xiongnu within the city. Amidst the earth-shattering roar, they watched as the terrifying shockwave swept across the city...

At this time, there was no reinforced concrete, and even brick houses were few and far between. The vast majority of houses were made of wood or adobe and straw. Even the palaces were mainly made of wood. In the face of the shock wave of the giant aerial bomb, they were basically just building blocks. It can be said that the shock wave swept across all the buildings within a fan-shaped area of ​​nearly a mile. Although the power of this was not as great as Yang Feng's energy arrow, it was much louder!
The explosion sounded like divine punishment descending.

Because Yang Feng claimed to be the Great Emperor Gaozu of the Han Dynasty, there was already a rumor circulating among the Xiongnu that Liu Yuan's usurpation of the title of emperor angered the Jade Emperor, which led to the Great Emperor Gaozu punishing them.

Of course, it wasn't because they were barbarians; in fact, they never considered themselves barbarians.

The problem is that Liu Yuan wasn't qualified. Even if he was a descendant of the Southern Xiongnu, and could claim to be a grandson of the Liu family and indeed be granted the surname Liu by a maternal ancestor from many generations ago, he still wouldn't be qualified to inherit the Han dynasty. Only true descendants of the Liu imperial family were eligible. If he found a descendant of the Liu imperial family to be emperor and assisted him through marriage, he would be a loyal minister of the Han dynasty. But if he became emperor himself, that would be usurpation.

He's not qualified.

Even if he claimed that he had been adopted by Liu Shan, he could have obtained the title of a member of the Han imperial family, but he did not.

So at most he was a relative of the emperor.

They were still related to the maternal relatives or distant clans.

How dare he claim to be emperor and even steal the name of the Han Dynasty? He's bound to face divine retribution.

A treacherous minister usurping the throne will invite divine punishment, a bandit declaring himself emperor will also invite divine punishment, but a relative of the empress dowager usurping the throne will also invite divine punishment.

Then divine punishment descended.

Pingyang City immediately descended into chaos. Everyone panicked and ran towards the city gates, then opened them to flee the city, which was said to be destroyed by divine punishment. While the Han army outside the city, regaining their senses, frantically rushed towards the breach in the blasted walls, the Xiongnu inside the city also fled in a frenzy. Soon, the Han army that stormed into the city and the completely disoriented Xiongnu engaged in a bloody massacre in the streets and alleys. Even the displaced young men and women from outside the city poured into the city afterward.

By the next morning, Pingyang City had been turned into a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood.

Of course, all of this was no longer relevant to Emperor Taizu Gao. In fact, he didn't even see the final result. After blowing up the city wall, he had already left with the Imperial Guards.

His next battlefield is already waiting for him.

Linyu.

"Facing the eastern cliffs of Jieshi, I gaze upon the vast sea; how calm and tranquil the waters, how lofty the mountains and islands stand..."

Emperor Gaozu of Han, sitting on his throne, held up a beer in his hand and recited the poems of my great Han prime minister Cao Cao like a poet who had just urinated.

Tell me, isn't he Cao Cao, the Prime Minister of the Han Dynasty?

Beside him, Xun Guan, who had been reduced to a maid, stood blankly holding a wine barrel.

Around them, between the mountains and the sea, a massive formation of hollow squares, along with cannons mounted on mounds, resembled a replica of the Battle of Waterloo. The six armies of Emperor Gaozu of the Han Dynasty, totaling nearly 40,000 Imperial Guards, were all on high alert, protecting their Emperor, even though their Emperor did not actually need any protection.

This massive formation completely blocked what would later become known as Shanhaiguan, a passage that was not particularly wide.

And ahead of them, a mighty cavalry force was arrayed in formation.

"It's not white either!"

Yang Feng said with some disappointment.

These are Murong cavalry.

The dividing line between the Murong and Duan tribes was along the Liaoxi Corridor. Originally, the Jinzhou area belonged to the Duan tribe, but the previous peace talks between Duan Jilujuan and Shi Le angered Wang Jun, leading Wang Jun to ally with the Murong tribe to attack them. Although the conflict ended with a reconciliation between Wang Jun and Duan Jilujuan, the Murong tribe seized the opportunity to occupy the northernmost part of the Duan territory, the Tuhe River, which corresponds to the Jinzhou area. The core control area of ​​the Duan tribe was in eastern Hebei, west of Linyu. Ultimately, the two sides used the Liaoxi Corridor as a buffer zone, given their kinship ties.

Murong Hui's wife, and the wife of his heir Murong Huang, both belong to the Duan family.

"Your Majesty, they are all herders who raise horses and sheep. They spend their lives exposed to the winds and sands of the frontier. Even if they are a little white, how white can they be?"

Wen Qiao, who was standing next to him, quickly spoke up.

Liu Kun was Wen Qiao's uncle. In the original history, he was sent to the south by Liu Kun to persuade Wen Qiao to ascend the throne. However, before all of this could happen, he encountered Emperor Taizu Gao. Now, he is of course a close minister of the emperor.

"Makes sense!"

Yang Feng said.

Even if someone like Da Yu'er were to exaggerate her abilities, she might still never take a bath in her entire life.

Even if the Murong tribe was called the White Barbarians, they were not on the same level as modern people. Besides, at most they had some white genes mixed in, so they couldn't be called white people, but rather hybrids.

Just as he was dissatisfied with the appearance of the Murong tribe, they had already begun a probing attack. A troop of cavalry charged straight at the forefront of the hollow square formation, but before they could even get close, the cannons on the mounds behind the formation spewed flames, and cannonballs, whistling loudly, pierced the sky and fell among the cavalry. Fortunately, the distance was still relatively far, so the warhorses were not startled. Since the cannonballs only caused minor casualties, the Murong cavalry continued to advance. They knew that the opposite side was full of short spears, so they habitually circled around to the flanks.

Then they entered the crossfire of two hollow square formations.

The next moment, countless flintlock muskets on both sides spewed flames at them, and bullets crisscrossing the sky swept across the cavalrymen who had already raised their bows and arrows.

The latter immediately panicked.

Turning around was no longer an option, so the remaining cavalry had no choice but to continue forward, only to find themselves facing yet another hollow square formation.

Countless muskets fired simultaneously in an instant.

More cavalrymen fell from their horses.

Then they instinctively dodged to the side, but still engaged in crossfire.

On a high ground within the Murong formation, a commander, clearly the leader, silently watched as the cavalry he had sent out to probe the enemy dwindled in number on the smoke-filled battlefield.

And they haven't even managed to kill a single opponent.

Without hesitation, he charged down the mound, riding his white steed at breakneck speed. As he passed, the elite Murong cavalry followed, and eventually a torrent of cavalry converged, charging towards the Han army's formation. Suddenly, the commander in the midst of the charge leaped into the air...

"what is this?"

Yang Feng exclaimed.

He vaguely saw a pair of wings on this person.

Of course, they weren't real wings, but rather wings formed from energy, like those two dragons. However, they were vastly different from the dragons, which were completely solidified. These were so faint that they could only be described as barely visible.

But that was enough for him to fly in the sky.

At the same time, he held a giant bow and quickly reached the airspace above the battlefield, shouting to the remaining cavalry to break through, while aiming at the Han army artillery below during his dive.

He clearly understood that these were the biggest threats.

His archery skills were excellent; he almost never missed a shot from a height of nearly 100 meters, and the artillerymen who were firing kept falling down.

On the front of the battlefield, his cavalry charged straight at the hollow square formations, not with bows and arrows, but directly with spears. Clearly, this guy was extremely experienced in combat and immediately understood that exchanging fire was suicidal.

"Murong Han, the eldest son of Murong Hui, is said to be able to summon a divine eagle to possess him through witchcraft. He is also the most capable fighter in the Murong tribe, and his military achievements even surpass those of his younger brother, Murong Huang."

Wen Qiao said with a solemn expression.

Why are their warhorses not afraid of cannon fire?

Yang Feng said.

This did indeed surprise him somewhat. "Your Majesty, it's possible that the Murong clan's witchcraft can communicate with birds and beasts."

Wen Qiao quickly spoke.

"interesting."

Emperor Gaozu, who was still drinking beer, made only this assessment.

Meanwhile, Murong Han in the sky continued to fire arrows, reaping the Han army's artillery below. The infantry protecting the latter raised their flintlock muskets and fired at the sky, but Murong Han always flew out of range. He was shooting arrows from a high vantage point, and as long as the aim was accurate enough, the height was not a big problem. However, it was actually difficult for the flintlock muskets firing upwards to reach him.

However, he could only call it harassment, since the artillerymen also had armor, and arrows shot from too high a position couldn't penetrate their armor. So as long as casualties weren't a concern, the artillery's output was completely unaffected.

Meanwhile, the Murong cavalry attacking the hollow square formation were falling one after another before these hedgehog-like formations, bombarded by cannon fire and bullets. Even if they managed to break through one or two, it was useless; flintlock muskets at close range could easily pierce their armor, and with far greater accuracy. Even if they could trample some of the Han soldiers under their horses' hooves, their comrades, if they didn't flee, could easily riddle them with bullets. In fact, the Murong cavalry who broke through the formation quickly found themselves in a fierce battle as well.

Those Han soldiers who fought to the death and refused to retreat were constantly stabbed down with their bayonets. Although the Murong cavalry had the advantage of spears and a superior position, and could continuously kill Han soldiers, the latter's bullets also continuously reaped their lives.

But while the front lines were locked in fierce fighting, the Murong cavalry, who were blocked at the rear and unable to join the battle, were being torn to pieces by the whistling of cannonballs.

Meanwhile, Han musketeers who were being reinforced also began to appear on the flanks, firing a barrage of bullets at them.

Murong Han in the sky immediately understood the current situation. Without hesitation, he charged straight at Yang Feng. As long as he could capture this guy who was still drinking, he would be the victor.

"His Majesty?"

Wen Qiao said cautiously.

"This is war. If my elite warriors can't even handle this small matter, how can I dare to return to heaven with peace of mind?"

In the future, when you go out to expand the territory of the Han Dynasty, do you expect me to come down to the mortal realm again every time you encounter a few difficult barbarians?

Remember your mission.

You must ensure that every inch of land under the sun belongs to the Han people.

You will have to face many more barbarians, all kinds of barbarians, on your own from now on.

Yang Feng shouted.

Wen Qiao quickly apologized.

Suddenly, an idea struck him.

"Quick, aim the rocket launcher at him!"

he shouted.

Not far away, tanks loaded with rockets immediately aimed at Murong Han, who was flying towards them, and even the soldiers carried rocket pods...

It's like a hundred tigers running together and a swarm of bees.

Yang Feng originally intended to use them to deal with the cavalry, but he did not expect that the Murong tribe's cavalry could actually make their warhorses withstand the sound of cannon fire.

Completely unaware of what these things meant, Murong Han flew straight towards Yang Feng.

"put!"

One of the soldiers below him, carrying a swarm of bees, shouted.

The soldier who was to light the fire immediately did so.

The fuse was dead in the blink of an eye.

The rocket roared out, and then thirty-two rockets were launched in quick succession.

Murong Han, who was hundreds of meters in the air, instinctively looked down. The next moment, a swarm of rockets rushed towards him. He was shocked and hurriedly dodged, but these things were not very accurate and did not fly in a straight line, so they were scattered over a wide area in the sky. Although he dodged most of them, he was still hit by one. Fortunately, the latter was not very powerful and was deflected by his armor.

But before he could even catch his breath...

"boom!"

The rocket exploded beneath him.

Although it did not cause him any harm, the sparks hit his tiger-skin robe, and smoke immediately began to rise from inside.

He hurriedly took off his fur coat, but the next moment a dense whistling sound rang out. He turned his head in astonishment and saw countless rockets in his field of vision. He couldn't even see anything else in his field of vision.

"boom!"

"boom!"

……

These rockets exploded non-stop.

Meanwhile, dozens of rocket vehicles and hundreds of rocket launchers were aiming at him on the ground.

"Not powerful enough, switch to a bigger signal rocket!"

Looking at Murong Han, who was already engulfed in flames from the explosion, Wen Qiao shouted excitedly.

Meanwhile, the rocket vehicles and rocket launchers below continued to fire rockets at Murong Han, who was already on fire in the sky and was removing his armor.

Immediately afterwards, one after another huge signal rockets were set up, also aimed at Murong Han.

They resembled a series of surface-to-air missiles.

The latter was flying upwards with smoke billowing from his body to avoid the rocket attack. Those rockets were mainly for ignition, so in addition to gunpowder, they also contained sugar. This stuff would definitely burn if it stuck to his clothes, not to mention that he was wearing armor on the outside. If it caught fire inside, there was no way to extinguish it. He would have to take off the armor first. In fact, even his armor was on fire, since sugar can burn on its own.

Wen Qiao stared at him, then estimated the location.

"put!"

he shouted.

Rockets, ignited directly at their base, shot out one after another, trailing contrails with a piercing whistle, hurtling towards the sky at incredible speed, merging with Murong Han, who was patting himself on the flames and trailing smoke, towards the same sky. Murong Han, finally spotting them, was startled and quickly turned away in the sky, but the next moment, dozens of rockets exploded around him. This wasn't a swarm; these signal rockets contained several kilograms of gunpowder, exploding in the sky like shells from large-caliber anti-aircraft guns, their contents turning into brilliant fireworks that blanketed the heavens.

A rocket exploded above Murong Han's head.

The blast wave threw him out instantly.

At the same time, the nitroglycerin filled inside the rocket turned into scattered fireworks, instantly drenching him. The burning nitroglycerin burned rapidly on his head, his back, and his legs.

He let out a heart-wrenching scream in mid-air, then crashed to the ground like a falling plane.

Hundreds of flintlock muskets were instantly aimed at him, and almost simultaneously burst into flames. Murong Han, caught in the crossfire, crashed into the Han army's formation.

(End of this chapter)