The prince is more stable

Chapter 210: First Battle to Revenge (Part )
Since its founding, the Song Dynasty has been inseparable from the word "shame".

The country was weak and had to swallow its humiliation and pay tribute every year. Even though it had signed a non-aggression pact with its neighbors, it was still often threatened and blackmailed by powerful neighbors with force.

After finally rising up to fight, the Song Dynasty was defeated once and twice. Over time, it became accustomed to defeat, and the pitiful sense of shame among the emperor, his ministers and the army gradually became numb and eventually disappeared.

However, there is never a shortage of passionate heroes in this world. No matter how many times they are defeated, they will never give up and will never bow their heads.

This is the case with Zhong Jianzhong.

With his eyes fixed on the Xixia army who were still laughing arrogantly in the distance, Zhong Jianzhong slowly raised the command flag in his hand, and then waved it forward fiercely.

"Push forward!"

Five thousand soldiers holding flintlock rifles marched slowly forward, step by step towards the enemy's formation.

Zhao Xiaoqian looked at the determined backs of the soldiers, as if they were marching unyieldingly towards victory and success from the smoke of a century of failure.

In a trance, he seemed to see an old friend from his previous life.

The old friend who was knocked down countless times, but still stood up stubbornly, endured the pain of scars all over his body, and gritted his teeth to fight the enemy to the death.

At this moment, just as at that moment.

Zhao Xiaoqian suddenly found that he had become that old friend and was doing the same thing.

Wash away a century of shame.

"Push forward! Keep pushing forward!"

Zhong Jianzhong's passionate shout seemed to penetrate the fog of his previous life. Zhao Xiaoqian came back to his senses in a trance and returned to this life.

At this moment, the snow has just cleared up and the situation is tense.

As the creator of the flintlock rifle, Zhao Xiaoqian also published a military training manual. The soldiers of the Longwei Camp practiced according to the manual countless times. Every step forward, every formation, and every time they raised their guns had already formed muscle memory and become a part of their body.

They were not even nervous before the battle, but strictly followed the orders of their generals, performing every action according to the manual as usual.

The team advanced on foot, slowly moving forward a mile, but their formation remained intact.

When they were still two miles away from the enemy, Zhong Jianzhong shouted to stop, and with a loud bang, the order was carried out.

The two armies were two miles apart, which was already a very dangerous distance.

The Xixia general on the opposite side was a little confused. He didn't know what weapons the Song army had, nor did he know why the Song army stopped when they were two miles away.

I was confused, but I had a vague sense of foreboding in my heart, and my heart felt heavy, as if a huge rock was pressing on it.

The general silently comforted himself that this was just the tension before the battle, and any ominous premonitions were all illusions.

The general was still laughing arrogantly and contemptuously in front of the battle line, but for some reason, his smile became more and more forced, and in the end he could not laugh at all. No matter how he comforted himself, the ominous premonition lingering in his heart still lingered and became stronger and stronger.

The general became inexplicably irritated.

What's so scary about the Song army, which has been defeated time and time again, holding a fire stick?
Fuck him!

The Xixia general's face turned cold and he showed a cruel grin. He wanted to make it like the previous wars between the two countries, a cavalry charge would easily tear through the Song army's defense line, and tell you guys to play tricks!

"kill!"

The Xixia general drew his sword and ordered a proactive charge.

The rumbling sound of horse hooves echoed across the battlefield, getting closer and closer.

The soldiers of the Dragon Guard Camp had already lined up and were waiting for this moment.

"Hold your guns, get ready!" Zhong Jianzhong also waved the command flag, his eyes fixed on the charge of the Western Xia army, judging the distance between the two armies with his naked eyes and estimating the range.

Eight hundred steps, six hundred steps, four hundred steps...

When the enemy cavalry rushed into the range, a fierce look flashed in Zhong Jianzhong's eyes.

"First row, let go!"

boom!
There was a burst of gunfire and smoke rose.

The vanguard of the Western Xia cavalry suddenly felt a numbness in a certain part of his body, and then fell down inexplicably. Before he could scream, he was trampled by the horses' hooves of his comrades behind him. Under the chaotic trampling of horses' hooves, he was finally silent.

"Second row, let go!"

"Third row, let go!"

"Hurry up and reload! Anyone who delays will be killed!"

"Connect it and keep playing!"

The command flags were waved down again and again, and each time meant that more than a thousand iron balls were fired, and hundreds of Xixia cavalrymen charging on the opposite side fell down.

When the Western Xia cavalry rushed to about a hundred steps away from the Song army, they were horrified to find that there were only about three hundred people left alive and still charging.

The rest had already fallen on the charge, some with inexplicably bloody holes in their chests, others trampled to pieces by the hooves of their comrades. Of the three hundred or so still charging, many were also wounded. They only felt a sharp pain somewhere, but the wounds weren't in vital areas, so they didn't fall.

A feeling of panic instantly swept through the entire army.

Until this moment, they still didn't know what the strange weapon in the hands of the Song army was, but they had already known from their own experience that this strange weapon was very deadly.

After only a few hundred steps of charging, only 300 of the 3,000 Xixia troops were left, and they were a group of remnants and wounded soldiers.

This is not a battle at all, but a punishment from heaven!

It is the punishment from God on the Dangxiang people!
Many emotionally broken Xixia cavalrymen immediately dismounted, knelt on the ground, wept bitterly, kowtowed towards the north and repented.

The unconvinced general angrily whipped the soldiers who had lost their fighting ability, cursed them viciously, and kicked them.

If these generals had studied the Central Plains culture, they would know the meaning of "a complete defeat like a mountain collapsing."

Once everyone loses the will to fight, the entire army will collapse like a landslide, and at this point it is no longer up to the strict military law to decide.

When the battle turns into a one-sided massacre, where does the fighting spirit come from?
The entire Western Xia army was in a state of morale collapse, and they regarded the Song army's magical weapon as a punishment from heaven.

In this way, defeat is inevitable.

The Song army had stopped shooting because a hundred steps away, the Western Xia soldiers were kneeling on the ground and crying loudly. The Song army didn't know whether they should continue shooting.

Even Zhong Jianzhong hesitated and turned to look at Zhao Xiaoqian who was hiding behind a shield.

"Marquis of the County, do you want to capture them?" Zhong Jianzhong stepped forward and asked.

Zhao Xiaoqian stuck his head out from behind the shield, not trying to hide his fear of death.

"Prisoners? Are you crazy? Why do you want prisoners? Are you going to feed them?" Zhao Xiaoqian said in surprise.

"Leave no one behind?" Zhong Jianzhong hesitated.

Zhao Xiaoqian was silent for a moment, then slowly said, "To establish our authority in the first battle, we must use drastic measures."

Zhong Jianzhong understood, so he gritted his teeth.

"What are you standing there for? The Marquis said no prisoners will be taken!"

"First row, fire!" Zhong Jianzhong waved the command flag fiercely.

Even though the will of the Western Xia army a hundred steps away had collapsed, even though they did not resist at all, the Song army still aimed at them without hesitation.

The massacre was thorough.

A moment later, the smoke on the battlefield cleared, and all 3,000 Xixia cavalry, including their generals, were slaughtered. Not a single one was left alive.

The battlefield was silent. The soldiers of the Dragon Guard Battalion were still standing in formation, holding their guns, staring blankly at the corpses of the enemies lying on the ground.

No one made a sound, no one spoke, and everyone's eyes were filled with disbelief.

A battle involving thousands of people ended just like that?

So, what did we do? We just followed the general's orders, constantly raising our guns, firing, loading, and reloading, mechanically repeating every action.

So, that's how they won? And a complete victory, without a single casualty on their side.

They had practiced this exercise many times in Bian Jing, but the soldiers had been shooting at straw targets and wild animals in the dense forest. Today was the first time that iron balls were fired at living people.

There was total silence between heaven and earth, with only the mournful cries of a flock of crows overhead.

The soldiers of the Dragon Guard Battalion still haven't recovered from their incredible victory.

The Song Dynasty had been defeated too many times, and a result like today's was simply unheard of, and they were the ones who had personally experienced and participated in it.

Zhao Xiaoqian crouched behind his shield and noticed that the battlefield ahead had been silent for a long time. He couldn't help but ask curiously, "What's going on? There are only 300 people left. How long will it take to finish them off?"

After saying that, Zhao Xiaoqian poked his head out from behind the shield and quickly glanced at the battlefield. He found that all the enemy troops had fallen to the ground. Only the war horses on the battlefield were lonely with their heads bowed, biting the leather armor of their dead masters with their teeth, making mournful whimpering sounds.

After observing for a long time, Zhao Xiaoqian was stunned and asked, "We have completely wiped out the enemy army, why are you not saying anything?"

From Zhong Jianzhong to the ordinary soldiers of Longwei Camp, they all stared at the battlefield in a daze, motionless like statues.

Zhao Xiaoqian pushed aside the shield that protected him and yelled, "Hey! Are you all stupid?"

"This battle has been won, so let's do what needs to be done. What's the point of standing still?"

Everyone was awakened by his roar, then looked at each other and finally came to their senses.

"Victory! A complete victory!"

Someone roared, and then there was thunderous cheers and the sky and earth changed color.

(End of this chapter)