No one expected that the method Shengtu thought of to deal with the Iron Armored Army would be such a cruel and bloody method. The musketeers of the firearms battalion forced Jin Shiduo's men and horses to mix with the armored army, and then used the crowding to maximize the power of the artillery. Shengtu knew very well that the musketeers could hardly do any harm to the Iron Armored Army, and the only weapon that could defeat the Iron Armored Army was artillery.
The power of the musket is too small, and the bullets hitting such a thick iron armor can't break through the defense at all.
The shells exploded in the crowd, and the soldiers fell one by one. Relatively speaking, the losses of Jin Shiduo's troops were far greater than those of the Iron Armored Army. But, does Shengtu care
A group of Iron Armored Army soldiers were brandishing huge weapons to drive away the fleeing victorious soldiers in front of them, and the shells exploded in the group of Iron Armored Army soldiers. The huge explosive force sent three or four armored soldiers flying nearby, and the twisted iron plate armor pierced into the body. For normal people, the pain can be imagined.
The iron armor on the chest of a soldier of the Iron Armored Army was broken, and the iron plate protruded in, almost blowing out a big hole in the chest from front to back.
And the fate of those victorious soldiers was even more miserable. They did not have heavy armor defenses, and they seemed to have no second choice in the face of the power of the shells. A shell exploded under the feet of a victorious soldier, and the soldier was directly thrown into the air. A person is dead before landing, so he cannot feel the pain of being torn apart.
With a slap, an arm hit an armored soldier in the face. Although his visor covered his entire face, blood blurred his eyes. He subconsciously raised his hand to wipe it, and then a cannonball landed in his arms after leaving an arc trajectory in midair.
Although the artillery purchased by Shengtu is from the resistance army of the Principality of Ross, in terms of power, it cannot be compared with the artillery of the Opru Empire, but for the soldiers who have never seen such a powerful weapon, at least from the bottom of their hearts. Deterrence is enough.
The soldiers of the Sui army who were still on the offensive were all frightened. Although the shells did not fall on their side, they watched those fireballs fall into the crowd in the distance, and then sent countless stumps and broken arms to the crowd. upper half.
Snapped!
The face of a victorious soldier was stuck to his face by a piece of meat that flew from nowhere. He raised his hand to take off the piece of meat. After a pause for a second, he began to vomit, involuntarily and uncontrollably. He squatted on the ground, and after vomiting out the contents of his stomach, what he vomited out was yellow water.
Meteor-like fragments hit the iron helmet of an armored soldier, wiping out a stream of sparks. The Iron Armored Army soldier was stunned for a moment, then he took off the iron ore and looked at it. On that thick and sturdy iron helmet, a trace of rubbing was clearly visible. Undoubtedly, if his armor wasn't strong enough, this blow would have been able to penetrate his skull.
A Shengjun soldier standing next to him who was a little frightened saw this scene, and his astonishment was the biggest: "You are so lucky!"
He had just finished speaking when the Iron Armored Army soldier strode over, with one hand touching his front lapel, and the other holding the iron helmet and slamming it hard on the top of his head.
One time, two times, three times...
Every time it falls, there will be a splash of blood. The skin was smashed open, then the skull was cracked, and then red blood and white brain matter mixed together and flowed out. A moment later, the victorious soldier's head was smashed to pieces. The Iron Armored Army soldier looked at the blood-stained iron helmet expressionlessly, and then held it with both hands to put it on. Just when he raised his hand, a piece of shrapnel the size of a palm flew over, cutting off half of his skull with a puff.
The Iron Armored Army soldier, who lost his upper half of his head, staggered and fell down like a mountain. When he fell, he lay next to the soldier of the victorious army he had killed, his broken head against his broken head.
"Tell Xun Mingdao!"
Shengtu ordered loudly: "Don't feel sorry for the firearms, you can buy them again when the shells are gone, but this battle can't be lost now!"
outside the city
Xun Mingdao, the general of the victorious army, kept striding back and forth, urging loudly to fire the cannon while walking. The soldiers were in a hurry. Although they had practiced secretly many times, this time it was obviously different. The significance of today's battle is clear to everyone, and tension is inevitable.
"The muzzle is hot!"
A soldier shouted in panic.
"Don't worry about it!"
Shouting loudly, Xun Mingdao kicked the soldier away, picked up a cannonball and stuffed it in, then grabbed a torch and ignited the fuse.
With a bang, the cannonball exploded in the barrel, and the huge impact force directly blasted Xun Mingdao out. When he landed, he was bloody and his face was blown away.
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When the bombing began, the blow to the Iron Armored Army was undoubtedly huge. Never before had he suffered such a severe blow on the battlefield that Mossa had to order a retreat. This was the heaviest loss of the Iron Armored Army in history, and the number of fallen soldiers made Mosa's heart tense.
At least one-third of the armored soldiers were injured, and the retreat horn sounded from behind.
But at this moment, the fire-breathing monsters behind Shengjun suddenly stopped moving. Mosa froze for a moment, although he didn't understand what happened, but he must have something wrong with those things. He didn't know that after the artillery exploded, the other soldiers of the victorious army no longer dared to fire.
"They don't have those anymore!"
Mosa's first reaction was this, and then he immediately ordered to stop the retreat, resumed his formation and continued to charge forward. At this time, the soldiers of the Victory Army who were mixed with the Iron Armored Army were already dead, either by shells or massacred by the Iron Armored Army. No one dared to stand up again.
After about half an hour, the density of the crowd in the place where the artillery bombarded had dropped a lot. People on both sides ran out, so that it even seemed a little empty.
"Kill it!"
Mosa yelled loudly, and then the soldiers around him whined and blew the special horn. Hearing the sound of the horn, those somewhat dull armored soldiers gathered together again, and strode forward with heavy weapons. It seems that they have no fear at all, even if they are facing the artillery that can kill them.
"how so?"
The hand of the victorious general Liu You holding the clairvoyance was trembling uncontrollably, especially violently. So much so that he could no longer clearly see the distant scene from the clairvoyance, but because of fear and shock, he forgot to put his hand down. It can be deduced from his face that he must have seen something terrible.
"Those... what are they?"
With a pale face, Liu You subconsciously turned his head to look at Shengtu, and found that the other person's face was full of hatred.
"what?"
Shengtu said coldly: "Do you think those things are living people?"
His fists were clenched tightly, and his veins were exposed.
He was not reconciled, not reconciled to the fact that when the Iron Armored Army was about to be defeated, the soldiers of his Firearms Battalion did not dare to fire. The cannon that exploded not only killed a firearms battalion general, but also killed the courage of those soldiers. Another firearms battalion general, Liu Dingcheng, had already rushed over. Although he was still urging, the soldiers were still retreating. Some people thought of looking for water, but they didn't prepare in advance and needed to run a long way. At this time, no one dared to put shells into the already hot muzzle.
"In this world, is there really no absolutely powerful weapon?"
Sheng Tu asked.
But no one could give him an answer.
Liu You's hands were shaking all the time, and then his whole body was shaking. He didn't dare to look again, but couldn't help but look again.
Outside the city wall, far away.
The armored army is attacking, and the formation is restored. And what makes one's scalp tingle is... not only the standing armored soldiers are attacking, but the broken armored soldiers, as long as they still have heads, are also coming towards this side. The Iron Armored Army soldier who lost half of his body crawled this way, and the Iron Armored Army soldier whose half shoulder was blown off seemed not to be affected in the slightest. Liu You could clearly see that a soldier of the Armored Army, whose left foot was blown off, was walking this way step by step.
When the Iron Armored soldier took a step, his body would tilt. After losing the soles of his feet, his steps were deep and shallow, but he didn't mean to stop at all.
"Those are not human... At least, they are not living people in the true sense."
Shengtu slowly let go of his fist, and said in a daze: "When I saw this army for the first time, I already guessed most of it. When Luo Yao was in Yongzhou, there were many people from the Buddhist sect. The first contact, and the common goal of Fozong and Luo Yao is the secret technique of the He people... I heard that there are three thousand golden monks and soldiers in Dalun Temple, who are invulnerable. Then I thought, maybe they are just a group of special zombies."
"Although the He people have this kind of secret technique, they don't know how to practice it, so the walking corpses they create are not difficult to kill again. But the golden monks and soldiers of the Buddhist sect are all people with good cultivation, and they should still use it. Yang Jian’s Iron Armored Army, nine times out of ten, is the same... When Yang Jian entered the mausoleum, he must have brought in the most elite troops..."
"Maybe that's it?"
He murmured.
Liu You was so frightened that he didn't know what to do, and pointed outside the city with trembling fingers: "Now... what should I do now?"
As for Ye Jinnan, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "It seems... this battle is far from over."
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"It's really interesting."
Standing beside Yang Jian, Da Zizai watched the battle, with an intriguing smile on the corner of his mouth: "Those firearms are very interesting. Even if a great practitioner is accidentally hit by that thing, he may die. Your Majesty The army is more interesting... I thought that only the Buddhist sect would think of such a method, but I didn't expect His Majesty to think of it two hundred years ago."
Yang Jian's face gradually recovered from the shock when the artillery started to fire, and he regained his confidence when he saw the reassembled Iron Armored Army.
"As I said, it is an army that is invincible in the world."
"yes… "
Da Zizai nodded: "In a sense, such an army is really invincible. I'm just curious, how many people did His Majesty choose such a strong soldier?"
"It was not selected all at once, such soldiers are too rare."
Yang Jian said slowly: "After the founding of the Great Sui Dynasty, I selected more than a thousand people from the army of the whole country to establish the Emperor's personal guard military camp. In order to ensure the military strength of the military camp, every ten years , the military battalion had to be re-selected, and those who were over 35 years old were eliminated. Later, the military strength of the military camp was maintained at 800, and a group was still selected every ten years. In addition, since the founding of the country Only those selected from the strong army have the scale they have today."
"Generation after generation, where did the soldiers who quit the military camp go?"
Yang Jian smiled and said: "No one has noticed this. Everyone has seen the power of Shiying, but no one will pay attention to where those who were eliminated have gone."
"It turns out that His Majesty has been training soldiers."
Da Zizai couldn't help laughing.
"It's not me..."
A trace of sadness flashed in Yang Jian's eyes, and his tone was a little heavy: "I have been lying in the cold coffin for all those years, and I cannot move casually until I have completely integrated Wan Xingchen's cultivation base. They are the emperors of the Sui Dynasty after me. In doing this, the eliminated labor camps were brought into the mausoleum in the name of paying homage to Zhen, and then they were given Gu-infused wine."
He thought of Puhu, his younger brother, the only real living person in that tomb. Really... alive.
"so… "
Da Zizi smiled and said: "Back then, King Dalun Ming built three thousand golden monk soldiers, and His Majesty built such an unparalleled army... Sure enough, people standing at the same height have the same vision."