Fake Eunuch: Start by conquering the Empress Dowager

Chapter

128

In front of Tianji Mountain, the sound of horses' hooves and shouts of killing continued.

"This Lin Feng, that's just it.

"My tens of thousands of troops are flanked in front and back, and today, it is difficult for him to fly.

Zhang Ling rode on his horse, looking at the two teams, 40,000 people charging towards Lin Feng's 10,000 cavalry, with a smug smile on his face.

Shen Bing's complexion changed slightly.

The people who rushed out from the rear, as well as the three thousand cavalry, he knew, and these were all people from her Moon Palace.

And it seems that the other party has long been prepared and waiting for them to take the bait.

There is a huge gap in strength, and her heart is a little bottomless.

She turned her head, but saw that Lin Feng's face was not shocked, very calm, and simply waved her hand.

Then, Qinglong led four thousand cavalrymen, turned their horses' heads, roared, and slaughtered the team that came out of the rear wing.

As Qinglong led the cavalry away, there were only six thousand people left in Lin Feng's military array.

Six thousand to thirty thousand, five times the difference in troops.

Zhang Ling and Elder Na Yan became more and more proud on their faces, as if the situation had completely leaned towards their side, and the victory was in their hands.

"Sect Master, as long as we kill Lin Feng's army, these guards in Jinling are not worth mentioning at all, and we can take Jinling Mansion in one go. Elder Yan said with a smile.

"That's right, killing Lin Feng and the hussar battalion, for the Yu Dynasty, will also suffer heavy losses, to take Jinling Mansion, recruit troops and horses, when the time comes, let's take the opportunity to go north, as long as we take the Jingshi, this world will be ours." Zhang Ling's wild laughter echoed here.

The war had just begun, and Zhang Ling and Elder Na Yan had already begun to fantasize about the picture of the army going north, breaking through the Jingshi, and ascending to the throne of the Ninety-Five.

Even if he is the master of the Tianji Gate and dominates one side, but in the eyes of those scholars and dignitaries, he still can't be on the stage.

He will ascend to the supreme throne and will no longer be despised.

"Fireman, prepare!" Qinglong

led the army to resist the incoming soldiers in the rear, and Lin Feng commanded the army to meet the enemy in front.

"First platoon, shoot!" Hundreds

of guns of fire roared, accompanied by a smoke screen of gunpowder burning, and countless projectiles shot towards the miscellaneous soldiers who rushed over.

The miscellaneous soldiers on the opposite side rushed up with just a bee chrysalis.

As soon as the fire continued, hundreds of people fell.

"The first row stepped back, and the second row took over. Lin

Feng methodically commanded the attack of the Fire Gunner.

It's a very simple three-stage strike, and after the last battle, the firecrackers are already very proficient.

The explosion of the fire gun was continuous.

After a few rounds of firing, the rebels had not yet rushed up, but thousands of rebels lost their lives under the fire of the firearms.

Shen Bing stayed by Lin Feng's side, looking at the scene in front of him, his eyes were glazed, and he couldn't calm down for a long time.

She had never seen such a sharp weapon before.

If he didn't listen to Lin Feng's words and continued to lead the Moon Worship Palace to confront the imperial court, there would be a large number of sects in the Moon Worship Palace, but how could he block such a divine weapon.

Of course, she didn't know.

This firearm has just been developed in the workshop of the East Factory, and only this 1,500 rods have been produced.

Lin Feng was very calm, and even shook his head inadvertently.

After all, the power of the firecracker is still a little smaller.

If it were replaced by a row of artillery here, this round of firing would be 30,000 in the rebel army, which would be enough for them to drink a pot.

Looking back, we must let Xing Ling develop the artillery as soon as possible.

The repeated firing of the musket stopped the pace of the chaotic army's charge.

Everyone was a little confused.

Before they got close, thousands of people fell, could this be witchcraft?

There were sharp-eyed people, and they saw from a distance the fire gun held by the fire gun, a small object, but it had such an unpredictable lethality, which made them feel horrified.

Zhang Ling was also stunned by the repeated shots of the firecracker, and when he came back to his senses, there was still a lingering shock on that face.

Elder Yan next to him had long since lost the calm and calm confident smile on his face, and the whole person was not calm.

Lin Feng's army's repeated shots shocked them too much.

Let their faith be shaken somewhat.

"Everyone, rush me. Zhang Ling's shout sounded in the rear of the chaotic army.

It was the first time I had seen a firearm, but I immediately came up with a plan to deal with it.

This thing can kill people in the air, but your own army, as long as it can rush in, can't make it lose its original power.

I have to say that Zhang Ling's vision and coping strategy are indeed no problem.

The advantages of firearms are obvious, and the disadvantages are also obvious.

But the question is, will Lin Feng let him succeed so easily.

He sat in the middle army, commanding the firecrackers to shoot in an orderly manner, and every time he spoke, there was a roar.

Just a hundred steps, if it is placed in normal times, a charge, you can arrive.

But now, it is this short distance, like purgatory on earth, that continues to devour the lives of the rebels.

A rebel army is a chaotic army.

Who can truly be fearless of death.

Looking at his companions beside him, he fell down one by one before he even touched the enemy.

Many of those who rushed to the front involuntarily slowed down their pace, not wanting to die inexplicably like this.

"Everyone, don't stop, don't stop, don't kill.

"Whoever can storm the enemy camp will be rewarded with a thousand taels.

Zhang Ling was behind, roaring wildly.

Under the heavy reward, there will be brave men.

Someone roared and rushed forward.

However, what greeted him was not a rich silver tael, but countless projectiles that were shot from him, which were instantly shot into a sieve.

At this time, the firecrackers are just cold killing machines.

The only thing they had to do was to keep shooting, reloading, and shooting under Lin Feng's command.

Just this mechanical action is like a nightmare for the rebels.

The cavalry next to him watched the chaotic army fall one after another, and they were petrified one by one.

Where is this war, it is clearly a one-sided massacre.

Shen Bing's face was also a little pale.

As the head of a palace, killing people is a matter of course for him.

But compared to murder and this kind of killing, it is completely different things, and an indescribable fear spreads in the heart.

She finally understood.

Why is Lin Feng so confident, although there are only 10,000 people under his command, he is still full of confidence in the face of tens of thousands of chaotic people.

This kind of firearm is simply not something that human beings can compete with.

Massacre, the beginning is slaughter.

After paying the price of thousands of corpses, the rebels finally approached within thirty paces of the formation.

The musketeers continued to shoot. "

The cavalry prepares, the enemy advances ten more paces, and the flanks charge. "

Lin Feng is like a cold god of death.

The Shura field in front of him turned a blind eye and gave orders one after another.

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