The Weapon Tycoon Who Traveled to Great Qin

Twenty-sixth regiment artillery position.

"Boom." There was an explosion. The other artillery did not know what happened. There was a howl of pain.

"Ah. It hurts me to death. It hurts me to death. Save me." Several artillery soldiers rolled on the ground. An artillery lieutenant quickly ran over to check the situation.

He saw that the gate position of the artillery had burst. It seems that this is another bombing accident. The bolt has penetrated into the stomach of an artilleryman. The lieutenant went over and took a look, and the artillery was not saved. The other two people hit one of them in the arm where the artillery was incomplete and were cut off on the spot. This person is definitely not an artilleryman, nor an infantryman. And the other person's eyes were hurt. I don't know how the situation is. The other artillery stopped firing. Although their commander tried to get them to resume firing, no one knew whether this would cause them to continue to be injured. They can only disobey the military order, which is the fact.

"Stop shooting, stop shooting." The correct order was finally issued from above. All the artillery were relieved, and the medics carried three of them down. But for all artillery, this is a very big shadow of the heart. After all, none of them would like to see this happen.

"The sound of the artillery stopped." Jin Da said.

"Stop it. Let's go up quickly and use all these explosives." As he said, Meng Du carried two explosive canisters and went up. He found the location of the last explosion, stuffed the tube in, and then filled the hole.

"One more one." Meng Du shouted loudly.

Jin Da quickly handed it to the other party. Then they continued to fill up with explosives. The unknown soldiers in the back raised their rifles for alert. They watched whether Dawan people appeared on the wall. Dawan people also had flintlocks. At such a close distance, the threat to their lives was too great.

On the position of the 26th Regiment and the 3rd Battalion, the Xiongnu soldiers of the 9th Company were lying on the ground waiting for the sound of the charge.

"Why did the artillery stop?" Private Marton asked nervously.

"I don't know." Corporal Zhao said, shaking his head. The two of them were Huns and came from the Eastern Mengzhou prefecture of the Qin State, a place close to the residential area of ​​the Qin State. They were very influenced by the Qin State, so their names are very close to the names of the Central Plains. It sounds like a native of the Central Plains. They all have a purpose, which is to make money, change their status, and find a decent job after serving.

Marton was a little nervous, because his face was a little pale, many soldiers on the field were chatting, and some experienced people told some jokes. Marton is a recruit, you can tell by his rank. Private soldiers do not have any military ranks, and they are one rank lower than second-class soldiers. In other words, their training only has basic training, without any tactical actions. Twenty-six has participated in battles, mainly with horse bandits. They have suffered certain losses. Marton is a supplementary soldier. In fact, the entire team of Marton is a supplementary soldier. Those veterans believe that these supplements Soldiers have no meaning to them, they can't survive a battle.

"After a while, don't rush too fast, anything can happen on the battlefield." Corporal Zhao Cai said.

"Why?" Marton asked in a puzzled way.

"Don't ask so much why, it's very annoying." Corporal Zhao said.

"Yes, sir." Private Marton said. There is no difference between recruits and those who are excited to come to the battlefield. They have no experience, especially firearm combat experience. Perhaps they have hunted at home and touched guns. But here, it doesn't apply at all. In many places, tactics are needed to complete the task. Many veterans have planned to use these recruits for cannon fodder. Corporal Zhao Cai didn't want to do this, maybe he didn't want to see his own people die at the gunpoint of the Dawan people.

"Boom." Just then. There was a loud explosion. All the soldiers stopped the discussion.

"What happened?" The soldier asked after a brief shock.

"Nothing?" Corporal Zhao said.

"The blasting may have succeeded." Zhao Cai said. He has seen people from miners' areas playing explosives. They played quite smoothly. No one knows how they did that, but one thing is certain, they are experienced.

"Go up, go up, we're going. Go up." At this moment, the officer lowered himself and dragged the soldier up.

"Follow me. Hurry up." The officer took the lead. Then rushed up. Soldiers followed one after another, and many soldiers did not use bayonets. It is estimated that the officer is too anxious.

"Follow me." Zhao Cai ordered. He also didn't let Marton wear a bayonet, because if he wears a bayonet, it is very likely to come to him. Who knows how people will react in a stressful situation.

On the city wall, the Dawan people did not react, or in other words, they did not react at all. Sanying almost ran to the location where the roots of the city wall were blasted by running. The formation dragged very hard. Some recruits missed the wrong position.

"Stop. Stop." The officer in the front whispered. Everyone stopped. Marton also stopped, he followed closely behind the corporal. The smell of gunpowder in the air is strong. Somewhat pungent.

"Okay. Brothers, my Moen mission is completed. It's up to you." Sergeant Meng Du said to the soldiers of the third battalion in a tunnel. Marton glanced. They are full of dirt, but they are very relaxed, and it seems that their task is done well. Marton looked at the city wall and it had collapsed. The city wall formed a small slope. They can rush into the city. Marton wanted to give it a try. Because he heard that there are all kinds of benefits in the city, gold, weapons, women, silk, all kinds of trophies.

Thinking of this, Marton wanted to do it. But he was held back by the corporal.

"Don't worry. Follow me." Corporal Zhao Cai said.

"Ah. Aa." At this time, the creak voice, Dawan several people carrying on the bayonets of the flintlock washed out.

"Bang, bang, bang." After a fierce fire, several Dawan people twisted their bodies and slid down the slope.

"Go," the officer commanded. Several soldiers went up cautiously. Marton only saw it at this time, not knowing when they had been bayonet. Marton also had a bayonet. He didn't know how useful this was to him, but he felt that it should be useful. The battle began.

"Bang. Bang." Several soldiers disappeared at the entrance of the city wall, but sporadic gunshots rang out.

"Ah." A scream came.