The Weapon Tycoon Who Traveled to Great Qin

The progress of the Musketeers is not optimistic. The main road leading to the east city was full of soldiers from the Yan army, who fled from the front, and others went to reinforce them from various places. The crowds are very crowded, and they are very difficult to form. Wang Ben wanted to drew his sword and chop off these roadblocks.

"Disperse. Disperse them all to me." Wang Ben shouted loudly.

But the situation was very noisy, the situation was very chaotic, and the Yan army fleeing and counterattack were crowded together. The road is blocked and solid.

"Keep the formation, don't mess with me." Wang Ben waved the sharp sword in his hand. Loudly shouted to the gun team artillery team.

But the previous situation remains unchanged. It is impossible to reach the East City Gate at all. "It's not a way to go on like this." Wang Ben said to himself.

"The first row of muskets. Shoot me in the sky. Quickly." Wang Ben commanded loudly.

"Boom." There was a thunder and lightning. The guns emitted a lot of smoke, and the sound of gunfire attracted the attention of the chaotic Yan army to Wang Ben.

"Those who want to survive will be scattered to me." Wang Ben yelled fiercely.

Yan Jun was suppressed by the loud noise. There is no thinking at all, and I just give up a way. A team of seven hundred people went straight through.

"Those who want to participate in the war will follow behind." Wang Ben pointed at the soldiers of the Yan army and shouted. Some soldiers followed tremblingly.

Yanhan could no longer prevent a large number of Zhao Jun from entering Yandu. Zhao Jun charged into the city with a spearman, this weapon is more lethal than a sword and axe. And Zhao Jun's position is very strong. A spear array was formed at the gate of the city, and anyone who stepped forward was stabbed to death. It is impossible to fight in close combat at all. Yan Han limped back. He himself was stabbed in the leg. A piece of meat on the leg was scraped away by the barb of the spear.

Yan Han frowned and watched Zhao Jun's spear move forward little by little. He couldn't help it. Just as he was at a loss, there was a sound of "All spread." The barrel of a copper artillery was first stretched out, regardless of whether there was anyone nearby. Just a shot.

"Boom." The loud sound shook the Yanjun soldiers who were still beside the artillery to the ground.

"Hoo" "Hoo". The shells roared into Zhao Jun's spear array. A **** passage was punched out. Most of the artillery provided to the Yan army this time were solid rounds. No shot bombs have been developed.

"Boom." Then another artillery fired, and the shells roared out.

Another **** channel opened up. The Zhao Jun soldier standing at the forefront was smashed by the huge impact. The same goes for the back. Even the ones next to the side are missing arms and legs. The casualties were extremely heavy, and the formation of spears was scattered after only two runs. The Yanjun soldiers watched the **** scene unfold. Many Zhao Jun lay on the ground and wailed. They either had their legs broken by the shells, or they were directly divided into two halves.

The lower body of a Zhao Jun soldier has been completely cut off. Dragging the only upper body and struggling desperately, the blue veins on the face can be seen, which is very painful. The mouth broke out, and a lot of internal organs flowed out. The soldiers of Zhao Jun who had experienced the test of the war also began to shrink back. They have never seen such a weapon. Hit people to create a wall of blood. People can't resist it at all. The soldiers of Zhao Jun began to retreat. Behind the city gate cave is a row of miserable conditions. After the cannonball passed through the human wall, the force of the impact began to decrease, but it was fatal. Under inertia. The cannonball jumped into the city gate hole, and the jumping cannonball killed and wounded the Zhao Jun soldiers entering the city from the city gate.

Soldiers were repeatedly shot in the chest. Directly smashed a university hole. The blood dance splashed around. Unknown later, Zhao Jun soldiers died in a daze. The slow-powered cannonballs kept beating on the ground, breaking the legs of Zhao Jun who had entered the city gate. Some soldiers didn't know why, and their legs were broken. Zhao Jun wailed when he broke his leg.

"Ah, it hurts to death. It hurts to death. Help me." The Zhao Jun soldier who had nothing to do was frightened listening to the shouts of his companion.

"The Musketeer. Let it go." From the Yan army crowd, a black barrel was revealed. "Bang bang bang" thunder and lightning flashed. The gun gave out a lot of gun smoke.

The soldiers of Zhao Jun who were still panicked were hit by muskets, and the 50-caliber bullets directly ripped Zhao Jun's body apart. The one that hits the neck separates the head from the body directly. A university hole appeared on the Zhao Jun soldier. Some were lucky to be hit in the arm, but they were interrupted. The person who hit the stomach splashed with blood. The great pain made Zhao Jun's soldiers unbearable.

"Let it go." The first row of shots finished. The second row quickly followed. There was another burst of lightning and thunder. Bullets fly off. The third row following up also started shooting. The fourth row. The smoke after the shooting had completely covered the Musketeers.

At first, Yan Jun suppressed Zhao Jun near the city gate, causing Zhao Jun to gather here densely. The Musketeer began to unfold quickly. Shooting round after round. Zhao Jun who rushed in became a living target for the Musketeers. Even with a shield, he can barely resist it. In the end they will be shot.

Yan Jun's musket team has begun to show their morale, and this kind of thing makes them very excited. They only need to reload the bullets with peace of mind, then open the fire door and pull the trigger, just like they did yesterday in training.

The soldiers of Zhao Jun had been completely stunned, and they had no idea why. The people around him kept falling, and as long as the thunderous sound came, the fear of death had begun to spread. The soldiers of Zhao Jun kept retreating, but there were still people who kept falling.

"Let it go." "Boom." A loud noise came, and the filled artillery fired again. Zhao Jun, who was constantly pouring in, was directly killed in the city gate cave.

"Let it go." Bang. "It's another shot. Zhao Jun is in a **** mist. Rotten flesh. Running out. The Zhao Jun soldiers who entered the city have collapsed. Although they are elite. But they are also flesh and blood.

Wang Ben has noticed the Zhao Jun on the city wall. Those Zhao Jun threatened to fight more than the Zhao Jun threatened by shelling.

"Pay attention to the artillery behind, Zhao Jun above Miao Zhun. Fire." Wang Ben pointed his sword at Zhao Jun on the tower.

This time, the soldiers of the Qin Army operated the artillery themselves. All of these artillery guns were equipped with collimated guns, and the height could be adjusted freely. These were originally the equipment of the Qin Army. The soldiers of the Qin Army are more familiar with how to fire artillery.

The muzzle of the artillery has been slowly raised. The shells have already been loaded. Just wait for the fire to fire. The soldiers of the Qin Army aimed one by one through the rear sight at three points and one line.

"Aim is over." "Ignite," the Qin Army soldier shouted loudly.