Become a feudal king from today

"Run, run, run for your life..."

The body of the Beidi soldier slowly fell down, and the pupils of the Xiliang soldier beside him continued to dilate.

Then he heard a "whoosh whoosh" sound that broke through the air.

The soldiers around him kept screaming and falling. Looking around, there was no one standing ten meters away from him.

Some people died directly, and some soldiers had blood gushing out from their chests and necks.

The soldiers with injured legs and feet kept screaming in agony.

Finally, he covered his ears, couldn't stand it anymore, and ran back.

But after only running five meters, a machete slit his throat.

"Don't retreat, anyone who retreats will die!" Beidi soldiers raised their scimitars.

A fierce look on his face.

Frightened, the Xiliang soldiers who wanted to escape immediately stopped and had to continue walking forward.

One hundred and fifty meters, one hundred meters, fifty meters.

The closer they got to the city walls, the greater the casualties.

Especially within fifty meters, the muskets of the Yanguan soldiers seemed to have eyes. ‘

With each shot, their casualties multiplied.

At this time, only five to six hundred people remained among the first batch of 6,000 people who charged.

Looking back at the corpses on the ground, even Beidi Bing felt chilled in his heart.

This is not an attack on the city, but more like a suicide attempt.

Looking up at the Yanguan city wall, within fifty meters, they could clearly see the Yanguan soldiers aiming their muskets at them.

As long as the muskets in their hands burst into flames, they would die.

"Woooooooo..."

The horn of retreat suddenly sounded.

When the soldiers from Beidi and Xiliang heard this, they dropped their ladders and ran back without caring about anything.

"Bang bang bang..."

The gunfire behind them continued, and the number of people around them continued to decrease.

But when they returned to the camp, there were only more than 200 people left.

The entrance to the camp.

Gurtu, Horqin, Gule and Wuyan looked as if they were frosty.

The cavalry passing by constantly conveyed the situation on the battlefield to them.

Seeing that the first wave of charging soldiers suffered heavy casualties for a while, Gurtu immediately ordered the withdrawal.

Although they dare to die, they are not willing to die.

The ultimate goal is to capture Yanguan, and we cannot be reckless.

"What's going on?" Gurtu asked people to call the only surviving centurion over.

"Muskets, their muskets can kill people two hundred paces away!" The centurion's pupils were still dilating out of fear.

"Two hundred meters away!" Gurtu was surprised.

During the Battle of Jinzhou, Beidi saw King Yan's muskets.

In the Battle of the Northwest, the Dasong army also used muskets.

It's just that the range of muskets at that time was only a hundred meters, and the shooting speed was not as fast as bows and arrows.

The Beidi people have been good at bows and horses since they were young, and almost everyone is an archer. Although they are curious about muskets, they have never thought of using muskets to replace bows and arrows.

"Daxing is here. Our archers were almost all killed or wounded before they entered a hundred meters. There can be no mistake." The centurion added.

The other three heard this and looked at Gurtu.

Horqin said: "So, this must be King Yan's new firearm."

"Da Xing is here, we can't fight like this anymore. In less than half a day, six thousand people are gone." Gu Le said.

He wanted to become a Beidi person, but seeing Xiliang soldiers dying one by one made him feel uncomfortable.

Wu Yan didn't speak, he recalled the Battle of Jinzhou.

At that time, the Yanzhou soldiers and horses suddenly took out their muskets, causing a large number of casualties to their Xiliang elites.

Now this scene seems to be happening again, looking towards Yanguan.

He suddenly felt a strong sense of fear, as if it was a giant man-eating beast lying on the ground.

But he knew that they had to fight this battle.

The plague caused heavy losses to Yanzhou, and Yanguan was at its weakest.

Now, Yanguan can still keep them out of Yanguan with King Yan's new firearms.

When King Yan comes to his senses, can Ningjin Dusi be saved?

"Even if King Yan's soldiers have new firearms, this battle must continue. If we don't capture Yanguan when it is at its weakest, we will never have a chance again." Gurtu said.

He and Wu Yan thought of going to the same place.

King Yan has grown too fast, and they can feel it in the past few years when they competed with King Yan.

The new firearms that appeared this time were beyond his knowledge.

No one can predict how King Yan will grow up if he is given more time.

At this moment, he finally understood Khan's inner anxiety.

Horqin nodded and said: "It's just not possible in such a large area. Wolves on the grassland often attack wolves at night, because this is the time when hunters have the worst visibility."

"King Horqin is right. The advantage of King Yan's soldiers is firearms, but using firearms requires eyes. In the dark night, although our archers are not much use, their musketeers are not much use either." Gu Le showed a hint of cruelty. smile.

After a pause, he continued: "The most important thing is that there must be only a few soldiers in Yanguan at this moment after the plague. They are no match for them in hand-to-hand combat."

Gurtu and Wuyan both nodded when they heard this.

If you choose it at night, the effects of long-range weapons on both sides will be greatly reduced.

But it was even worse for the Yanguan soldiers who relied on firearms.

After settling the matter, Gurtu immediately ceased his activities.

Let the second group of six thousand siege soldiers rest and prepare to attack the city at night.

at the same time.

The top of Yanguan City is filled with a relaxing and joyful atmosphere.

In this battle, the power of rifled guns was fully demonstrated.

This brought great confidence to the generals and soldiers.

After all, they only have 60,000 people, but they have to fight 400,000 Beidi soldiers.

"Why don't these people from Beidi stop fighting?" Mo Yu looked through the telescope and looked puzzled when he saw Beidi gathering troops to gather in camp.

"I must be afraid of being beaten." Lu Chang held a piece of grass in his mouth.

From time to time his eyes glanced at the rifles in the hands of the soldiers.

He and his soldiers all wore heavy armor and waited for the Beidi soldiers to climb the city wall before fighting.

But obviously they don't have this chance.

However, he was not disappointed, because he became more and more interested in rifled guns.

I don’t feel like the Musketeers stole my limelight.

"When something unusual happens, there must be a demon." Chang Wei muttered.

Then he and Mo Yu said almost in unison, "They may be preparing for a night battle."

It wasn't that they could predict the enemy's opportunity, but that they came up with a strategy after the blue general was defeated by a rifled gun during the simulated Battle of Ningjin.

This is equivalent to them fighting a siege from Beidi's perspective.

"After seeing the power of our new firearms, they will definitely have to adjust their tactics." Mo Yu said.

Now, he felt more and more that the small command room of the military academy contained infinite wisdom.

Before the war, they had several plans in their minds.

"Leave the night battle to our heavy infantry." Lu Chang was shocked and eager to try.

Mo Yu nodded, Lu Chang and the others were indeed needed to guard the city wall at night.

It's just that he has been fighting with his father for many years, experienced a lot of night battles, and learned a lot in the military academy.

How can we let our own advantages disappear in the dark?

Lu Chang is only the last guarantee, and he will make the Beidi people understand that their royal army is better at night fighting.