Follow General Cao to mix the Three Kingdoms

Chapter 832

Indeed, people always have dreams, just like a small city of seven hills on the banks of the Tiber River. Who would have thought that it would develop into a giant empire that occupies most of Western Europe and traverses the West for thousands of years. As the prime minister of the Shu Han, Zhuge Liang naturally hopes that his country can reunify China and fulfill Liu Bei's last wish to help the Han Dynasty.

Moreover, there must be a battle for survival with Cao Wei anyway, why not take the lead?What if the god of fate favors it?If you get Guanzhong and take over the rich [-]-mile Qinchuan in Wang Hou's hands, then it is not impossible to go out and fight for the world. Didn't the Great Qin Dynasty and Han Gaozu Liu Bang all follow this strategy? ?No matter how bad it is, even if you lose the battle, it is better than sitting still and waiting to die.

Therefore, Prime Minister Zhuge is going to give it a go!
This time, I didn't intend to let both parties go back together. After showing their dreams, the two big bosses officially broke up. Sitting in a large-shouldered sedan chair at the level of the governor of the East Factory, Wang Hou was in a super handsome The villain looked like he was carried back to his army formation. While walking back, he held up his binoculars and watched Zhuge Liang return to the front of the Shu army formation in a small wooden cart like a wheelchair.

In this battle, Wang Hou was still in a very relaxed mood. Although the Wei army under his command was not invincible in this era, he was also frightened when facing Cao Pi's 40 army, but this was at his doorstep, and the Shu army was only half a division. Come, if he can't beat this, he can't live until now.

Holding a binoculars in his right hand, while looking around, he waved his left hand with a particularly villainous look. In the neat military boots, elite light infantrymen carrying heavy tiger crouching cannons, especially densely packed in the formation of the three armies. There was a long row in front of them.

In the other paragraph, when he returned to his own army, Prime Minister Zhuge was also a man of few words. He stood up from his wooden cart and summoned the chiefs of the southern barbarian cannon fodder tribes in front of the army. After whispering for a while, these cannon fodder barbarians As if he had been injected with chicken blood, he excitedly held an ax, a big knife and a square shield, and shouted excitedly to his fellow clan behind him in a barbaric language.

"The prime minister has an order to rush past these rebels from the Han Dynasty. Let us grab the cities behind and let us go back to Nanzhong!"

"Boom~"

The entire barbarian vanguard army of more than [-] people all boiled up. The barbarians have no concept of family and country righteousness, and have no centripetal force towards the Han Empire. The only thing that inspires them to fight bravely is the looting of money. The later generations of Tang Dynasty recovered Luoyang, which was occupied by Anlu Mountain. The two capitals of Chang'an also promised the children of the city to be plundered by the Uyghur soldiers. With the promise of wealth and returning home, these bare-chested and fierce barbarian soldiers in the [-] mountains also cheered and beat their wooden shields, shouting sound.

Poor, they still don't know what they are facing! As the drums of the Shu army sounded loudly, groups of barbarian infantry also took the lead and charged forward in disorder.

With these flesh and blood in the front row, the rear army, the Shuhan tiger infantry in the central army, and the Wudang flying army with broken wings, they moved forward slowly.

"Hold on! Hold on!"

Compared with the bravery of the forwards of the Shu army, the front line of the Wei army is extraordinarily calm. In the past three years, the newly built Guanzhong army, which is the main force, has become more and more professional. The Military Academy has provided the army with a large number of mid- and low-level officers, which have greatly improved the soft power of the troops in addition to the hard power of weapons and equipment. The professional officers held swords and kept shouting. The artilleryman gritted his crown and held the flintlock tightly.

"Eight hundred steps!"

"Seven hundred steps!"

"Five hundred steps!"

Holding a bronze ruler in his hand, the artillery spotter who was in charge of distance measurement shouted loudly. When he mentioned the [-] paces, his voice even roared out. Amidst the loud shouts, those artillerymen were relieved, and finally slammed The flintlock was struck, not as deafening as a general's cannon, but the thick cannon barrel still roared loudly, three rows of tiger crouching cannons sprayed out in a staggered manner, and lead bullets the size of pills roared towards the galloping barbarians infantry.

Thousands of years earlier, human beings have tasted the pain of roaring and charging against gunpowder. Thick muscles are not bulletproof. The falling bullets tore open a bloody hole several times the size, and the shattered internal organs fell out of the wound directly. Facing the frontal shots from the frontal angle, the barbarians were shot and injured as many as four or five hundred.

Those with broken arms and legs were rolling all over the ground, and those with broken stomachs were paralyzed on the ground and spitting blood. Even before the expedition, Zhuge Liang had ordered a lot of training for these barbarians by beating the gongs, but this When the blood was never seen before, many barbarians in the back row screamed and fled back.

However, cannon fodder is always cannon fodder, and the archers of the Shu Army who had already held up behind them unceremoniously drew their bows and shot them out. The crackling arrows pierced into the muscles and screams, and more than 100 of those cannon fodder fell down.

This is the sorrow of the backward barbarians. In the west, the Roman Empire also used the Celtic, Gaul and Germanic barbarians as cannon fodder. A large area was shot and killed. These remote tribal barbarians had to rush forward fiercely again. stand up.

In this confusion, the well-trained gunners of the Liangzhou Corps reloaded the gunpowder for the second time and waited.

This speed was even ten seconds faster, so that the gunners gritted their teeth awkwardly, and waited impatiently again.

"Three hundred steps!"

"Two hundred steps!"

"150 steps!"

Another exceptionally loud cry came out, and once again relieved, the artillerymen in the front row buckled their flintlocks, and after the deafening sound of the cannons, they immediately turned around and left with thick gloves on, carrying the hot tiger squatting cannons.

Immediately afterwards, the second row slammed the flintlocks again.

Why wait?Because the cannonballs fired for the second time were shotgun shells, and the raised cannon horns sprayed fifteen or six small steel balls the size of bearing balls in later generations forward. Because of the greater weight, the ammunition was more fragmented, and the range was much shorter, but the damage The area is even more terrifying.

Nearly [-] heavy steel balls are walking in more than a thousand square meters, hitting your face heavily, even a single bullet may not be able to kill someone, but it is enough to open a small but heart-wrenching blood hole in your body.

Not many people died this time, but those who survived were covering their bloody faces, stomachs, arms, and thighs, rolling all over the floor with all their strength, crying, their eyes squeezed out like Xiahoudun's, and their organs Broken to the ground, the miserable appearance is almost like hell descending on the world.

In fact, the beast that people live in their hearts, if it is placed in future generations, Wang Hou may always be a law-abiding low-level citizen, but in this era of killing and heroes, watching this scene of living hell created by his troops, Wang Hou is also the same. I was in a good mood, and even watched the battle with an attitude of appreciation.

However, at this moment, the sound that made his eardrums itch also rang out, and he raised his head in astonishment, Wang Hou almost fell off the pretentious shouldered chariot.

Thick things dragging black smoke rushed towards him and smashed them!
"Back to the cannon!"

(End of this chapter)