Two hundred artillery pieces were fired at once, and smoke instantly covered the day. The Dijon heavy-armored cavalry charging five miles away were instantly caught in the snow, but they did not stop charging. One row fell and another row replaced them.
Horns and drums, mixed with the sound of cannons, resounded throughout the world. Under the indiscriminate bombardment of artillery, Dijon's battle damage was visible to the naked eye. When they rushed a mile in front of the formation, the snow was filled with corpses.
"Artillery, retreat three miles!" The two formations of artillery completed their mission and began to retreat backwards. The next battlefield was handed over to the cavalry infantry.
"Crossbowman!"
"Musketeers!"
"Crossfire!"
"Whoosh whoosh whoosh..."
"Bah bang bang..." There was a hail of bullets and arrows. Two rounds of shooting were carried out in succession. Almost half of Dijon's front row of cavalry had been cut off!
The crossbowmen and musketeers retreated, and the beam cavalry moved forward.
"The ambition to trap the enemy is to drive away the Tartars. At this moment - all the troops, follow me and attack!" Jiang Yuntian took the lead and led the Liang cavalry into the enemy's formation!
The sound of killing was overwhelming, blood splattered on the snowfield! The soldiers of Daliang channeled their anger and hatred into the blades of their swords, guns, and swords and slashed at the Dijon Tartars!
Song Che couldn't even bear to lift the telescope. The confrontation between more than 200,000 people was as cruel as a meat grinder, and every breath he took was filled with the strong smell of blood.
Modern warfare involves the use of guns and cannons, while ancient warfare was almost a matter of hand-to-hand combat, with blood splattering all over the body with a single blow... Its cruelty is beyond description in words.
The first confrontation lasted only two quarters of an hour, and Daliang won an overwhelming victory. Dijon left broken limbs and arms all over the ground and began to flee towards Ningling City.
The Liang army did not rush to pursue, but postponed the offensive, cleaning the battlefield and disposing of the prisoners. The Dijon prisoners who could run had their armor and shoes stripped off, and those who could not run were directly killed with finishing blows.
Half an hour later, the Daliang army regrouped and marched toward Ningling City with more than a thousand prisoners.
"Brother Song, are you calling me?" Jiang Yuntian came on horseback. His golden armor was stained red by blood, and the blood that was not cleaned in time froze into ice slag. It was obvious that he had just killed many more enemies.
"Are you hurt?" Song Che first expressed concern.
"Huh? Are you questioning my strength?" Jiang Yuntian seemed to have heard a joke.
"But you still have to be careful. The battlefield is chaotic. Don't be afraid of ten thousand, just be afraid of the worst." Seeing the majestic appearance of his friend, Song Che felt relieved. He pointed to the prisoners of war walking in the ice and snow not far away. , asked: "What should you do with these people?" Jiang Yuntian said: "Originally, I wanted to kill them, but when I thought that there were probably ordinary people in Ningling City, maybe they could be replaced by a group of people... I guess They took away their clothes and boots, and when they return to Ningling, they will be dead and frozen, unable to fight." Song Che said: "I have a plan to defeat Ningling."
"Oh?!" Jiang Yuntian quickly dismounted, pulled Song Che down, pulled him aside, and lowered his voice: "It's a good idea, tell me quickly." Song Che asked first: "Do you still remember how we did it in the past? Use prisoners to break through Heimuguan where the Japanese pirates are guarding?" Jiang Yuntian rolled his eyes and suddenly realized: "You mean...fishing in troubled waters and confusing the real with the fake?"
"Yes," Song Che said, "but it should be noted that Ningling has a city wall and is more tightly defended than Heimuguan. The soldiers we infiltrate must, firstly, have the same body shape and appearance as the Dijon people, and secondly, they must be able to endure To survive the cold, the third thing is to be strong enough." Jiang Yuntian thought for a while, patted his chest and said, "Don't worry, the facial features of Dijon people and Liang people are almost the same. The only difference is beards and hair accessories. Look at these talismans. , each with disheveled hair and blood-stained face, and their appearance is very easy to reproduce." Song Che said: "This tactic can be kept as a backup plan. If the artillery can blast the city gate open, it would be best for the army to rush in directly."
"I understand." Jiang Yuntian responded and hurried down to take care of things. Song Che got back on the horse.
"Boss, don't we have hot air balloons and fire oil? Why do we still use the old method to attack the city?" Nangong Yue asked.
"You really want to know?" Song Che asked with a smile. Nangong Yue nodded. Song Che said, "Then stretch out your index finger." Nangong Yue did as he was told.
Song Che said again: "Put it in your mouth." She did so again. Song Che added: "Suck it, then take it out." She did so.
Song Che added: "Finally, feel the direction of the wind." After feeling it for a while, Nangong Yue suddenly realized: "The wind is blowing from the northeast!"
"But we are heading west." The hot air balloon is
The product of "turning to the wind" must have the correct wind direction and stable weather. With heavy snow falling and cold wind raging, it will definitely not be used.
Furthermore, although hot air balloon bombing has been practiced many times, this is the first time it has been actually used on the battlefield. If there is an accident, it will cause huge losses. Therefore, Song Che is prepared to reserve this killer weapon until When attacking Bianjing, even if the hot air balloon crashes, it will crash into the main force of Dijon to realize its value.
Ningling is a small city that doesn't even have a moat. You don't need to use a butcher's knife to kill a chicken. It can be broken through with a little trick.
Half an hour later. The troops arrived at Ningling City. The city wall has obviously been heightened, and a moat-like moat has been dug under the city.
The "gully" is not wide, and the half mile in front of the city gate is filled with obstacles such as horses and iron caltrops.
"Fire!" Without too much nonsense, there was a round of artillery bombardment to clear the obstacles. The city gate should have been strengthened, and cannonballs could not penetrate it, so Song Che asked the artillerymen to turn their guns and bombard the city wall.
Those temporarily reinforced walls were obviously not as strong as the old city walls, and were already crumbling after several rounds of shelling.
As long as there are enough cannonballs and enough firepower, how difficult is it to destroy the city wall?
"Daliang Army, look, who are they!" The enemy soldiers, who were sent scurrying away after being bombarded by artillery fire, finally took out their human shields.
Hundreds of old, weak, women and children were escorted onto the city wall.
"Cease fire!" The artillery stopped bombing.
"Blow up, why don't you blow up?" The enemy guard cut off a woman's head with one knife, threw it down the city wall, and shouted loudly: "From now on, every time you fire a shell, I will I’ll give you a head! There are more than 60,000 people in Ningling City, how many artillery shells do you have?”
"You fucking beast, how dare you come down and face me!" Jiang Yuntian pointed at the enemy defender and yelled.
"General? Hahaha..." The guard laughed and said: "I will only play these tricks with you when I am full and have nothing to do. If you have the ability, then attack the city and fight me personally!" Jiang Yuntian gritted his teeth and endured it. Angry, he pointed and asked: "Do you dare to leave your name?"
"Why don't you dare?" the guard shouted loudly: "Listen carefully, grandpa, I am General Ning Ling, A Tongmu!"
