Destiny Only Han

Chapter 563 Liu Ying: It's time to chase after the poor!

Boom boom boom!
White smoke filled the air, and the sound was like thunder.

Under the control of the recoil, the four-pound gun began to move backwards, but it did not slip off the carriage under the entanglement of a few thick hemp ropes.

This is Liu Ying's new improvement to the four-pound gun.

Since the weight of the four-pound cannon is equivalent to the weight of eleven or twelve bags of fifty catties of rice, a slightly modified four-wheeled carriage can become a more convenient mobile fort.

When the gunners of the Han army dipped a rag in water to clean and cool down the barrel, Liu Ying could clearly see red pits appearing in the Huns' brigade through a telescope.

The red pit of blood red!
The charge of the four-pound gun is limited, and the shells that are discharged from the chamber will quickly approach the ground after flying for a certain distance, but after all, the kinetic energy is strong. Children throw flakes of stone on the water.

But children are just playing around, and shells take lives!
Amidst the doubts of many Huns looking at the white smoke floating in front of the Han army, a sharp piercing sound suddenly rang out in their ears, followed by the wail of war horses and the cry of their companions, and many people only felt a pang on their faces. Cool, it seems that something sticky has landed on the cheek.

So they wiped it casually and froze in place.

Blood!

Scarlet blood!

Panic then began to spread among the Huns.

This is the generation difference in cognition. The Huns only vaguely heard a series of thunder-like sounds, and vaguely saw white smoke filling the Han army's side, and then hundreds of people died on their side!

baffling!

For a moment, they vaguely remembered one thing.

That's what the businessmen from the Han country told them when they were very bored. The emperor of the Han country is actually not a human being!It is the son of the Red Emperor, the incarnation of the Black Emperor, and even the King of Thunder recorded by an ancient nation in the south!
The Huns like Chidizi and Heidi didn't understand and didn't bother to care, but the Thunder King was firmly in their hearts!
After all, when they fought the Han people last time, they were struck by lightning for no reason, startled the horses, and then the army was defeated...

But this time, the thunder sounded from the side of the Han army, but they were the ones struck by the lightning!

Thunder King, it must be Thunder King!

At this moment, the Huns who believed in ghosts and gods began to think about running away.

In their view, Liu Bang has improved his mana again!

and so.

There was a clamor of shouts among the Huns.

"Where's the shaman?"

"Where did the great wizard go?"

"Let him come out and do it!"

When the distant thunder sounded again, and the whistling and sharp piercing sound brought blood mist among the Huns, this kind of cry suddenly resounded through the sky.

After all, only magic can defeat magic!

After a while, the bullock carts slowly moved from the rear to the front of the line. Many shamans with miserable faces, wearing fragments of animal furs, and two fangs about half a foot long hung from their necks. He began to shake the skeleton staff in his hand, and jumped up to the big god while muttering words.

Many Huns who witnessed all this suddenly felt stable.

Because these shamans are not the waste of their own tribe who only eat meat, drink, and play with women. These shamans are ghosts (Chukchi people, Yasha people), that is, an ethnic group east of Donghu.

The tusks hanging from their necks are the trophies they obtained by defeating the sea giants (walruses) alone, similar to the 'Jianga' on the necks of their fighters. The more ribbons on the fighters, the more the fighters are. The stronger the combat power and the more fangs, the stronger the magic power of the shaman!
Coincidentally, when the shamans began to dance to the Great God, they never heard that sharp whistling sound again, and there was no white mist rising from the Han army!
Sure enough, the shaman outside is more powerful!
When the Huns cheered in unison, the shepherds who tried to restrain the Han army's cavalry with their horse poles fled back in a hurry, their faces pale, as if they had seen a ghost.

And behind them, Kong Ju, who commanded the Rongdi cavalry, almost blew the copper whistle away, and finally called the old Rongdi back...

After all, if he didn't call again, those bastards who had already held funerals in their hometown would almost all get into the tens of thousands of Huns' army formation!
Well, the reason why Kong Juqi didn't work is that he is the commander. If the number of Rongdi people died more than the number of enemies killed, he would be held accountable!
At least a meal of army sticks!
But the crux of the problem is that those bastards don't listen to him very much!

At this moment, he recalled how he got the position of the leading commander...

Then, a slightly tanned face appeared in his mind, but his smile was bright and sunny, with eight white teeth showing in his mouth...

"Prince..."

"Sure enough, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince can never afford to offend him! He holds a grudge too much..."

At this moment, Kong Ju began to think about how to ease the relationship with Liu Ying. It was impossible to give gifts, and Liu Ying was richer than him, so he thought of his niece who had just passed her age.

Gentle and virtuous, beautiful and beautiful, the most important thing is to read poetry and books, all the classics in the Confucian mansion are memorized...

"Well, that's it!"

Kong Ju nodded lightly, feeling that he was worthy of his elder brother who had died for many years, Kong Yu, the eighth grandson of Confucius!

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On the fort of the Han army, when the smoke finally dissipated under the violent wind blowing on the grassland, the gunner pierced the gunpowder pack along the small hole at the tail of the artillery, inserted the fire twister, and waited for the gunner to adjust the angle of the muzzle.

This time, their target was no longer the densely packed Huns cavalry, but those big, tall men who were conspicuously dressed and twisted and twisted standing on the bullock cart!

Really perfect target!
With the fall of a red flag, bursts of squeaks came from the fort where the forty four-pound guns were located. Then, the roar rose again, and white smoke gushed out. The gunner lamented, looking forward to the wind coming. It was more violent, and I hoped that there would be no wind...

Well, the reason why I stopped shooting before was because the smoke was so thick that I couldn't see the trajectory at all, and I couldn't adjust the angle and direction of the shooting.

Standing on the tall cloud car, Han Xin, who once again snatched the command from Liu Bang, was keenly aware of this.

So he waved the bird flag in his hand, which was an order for all the cavalry to dispatch.

The tactics of the Huns borrowed a lot from the Qin Army and the Zhao Army. When they were in formation, Wanqi led the brigade, and then dispersed into teams of thousands of people one after another.

When these thousand-man teams are bombarded by artillery, they will unconsciously disperse and integrate into the thousand-man team on the other side, so that they often avoid the follow-up shelling.

Therefore, Han Xin's idea is to let the Han army cavalry dispatch, use strong crossbows and charges that make the Huns a little afraid, squeeze the formation of the Huns, and let them change from loose to dense.

In this way, the artillery does not need to stop and wait for the smoke that obscures the view to dissipate, but can bombard without interruption!

After all, the trajectory of this period is actually a kind of metaphysics. If the distance is a little farther, even the shell itself does not know where it will fall...

Therefore, as long as the enemy's formation is dense enough, you can kill them in a line just by aiming casually!

Well, this is also the reason why the Spanish phalanx is lonely.

After all, in the roar of the God of War, there is not much difference between soldiers getting together and dying directly.

But the Huns didn't know this secret, or they still haven't figured out why they were killed by the Han army.

Especially after those shamans were broken into pieces and smashed all over the place, their morale dropped to the extreme. If it wasn't because Maodun was in the army, I'm afraid they would have scattered and fled!

So when faced with the outflanking and aggressive posture of the Han cavalry's two wings, they began to shrink inward almost without thinking, and crowded together densely.

At this moment, they remembered the wolves hunting they had seen on the grassland.

The wolves surround the gazelle at the bend of the river or on the edge of the cliff, running and feigning attacks, forcing the sheep to jump into the water or jump off the cliff in a panic.

Now, they who call themselves wolves have become yellow sheep, while the cavalry of the Han army have become wolves...

A sense of shame suddenly rushed into the hearts of the Huns.

Many unbearably humiliated Hun warriors waved their short spears and launched a countercharge, trying to tell the Han cavalry who were galloping back and forth one thing.

A certain, don't be insulted!

Then, they were shot into sieves by the crossbows in the hands of the Han cavalry...

As a result, Han Xin on the cloud chariot waved the command flag, and groups of Han infantry armed with swords, shields and long spears began to push forward slowly without affecting the firing range of the artillery.

The main purpose of the infantry's advance was to allow the artillery to move forward again so that they could use the more lethal shrapnel!

As for the secondary purpose, it was to respond to the cavalry of the Han army and prevent the Huns from jumping over the wall in a hurry, and the whole army launched a counter-charge.

Although the combat power of the Han army is not bad, after all, ants kill elephants more. Under this kind of dimensionality reduction blow, casualties should be minimized as much as possible.

Well, the Rongdi cavalry doesn't count.

Han Xin looked at the guys who gave up shooting crossbows and took the initiative to fight hand-to-hand with the Huns, and suddenly felt that they might be the blemish of his battle...

Liu Ying looked at this scene and shook her head slightly. If the production capacity could not keep up, the number of flintlock guns was too small, and the amount of gunpowder could not allow the artillery to be used. Otherwise, this battle would just use the Huns to test the Ming and Qing era. A method of warfare.

Nine advances and ten chains!
That is to say, the large formation first advances as a whole, and every 17 meters forward, the guns will fire a salvo. This is repeated nine times, and the artillery will be fired continuously for the tenth time.

It is no exaggeration to say that this kind of tactics and the ratio of troops and firearms can be invincible even in the West at the same time!

In the rear of the Huns, watching the infantry of the Han army start to push forward, Mouton let out a long sigh, lay down on the cushion held tightly by the four cavalrymen, turned around and left.

"The Huns have run away, hurry up!"

(End of this chapter)