At noon, Wang Zhouzhi looked up and sighed. As one of the generals of Jin State, the "Northern General", Wang Zhouzhi did not want to go to the battle against Anyang this time.
The reason is very simple. Before leaving, Wang Zhouzhi asked a famous local Taoist priest named Miao Congrong to tell his fortune. The prophecy he got was: "The geese fly south, and the people do not return."
To be honest, divination is not necessarily completely accurate, and people can also cultivate immortality - this even changes their fate; so the prophecy is just a reference, but at least it is not a good omen. In the words of the Taoist priest, the timing of Jin's sending soldiers this time was "wrong."
Moreover, Miao Congrong's divination has always been very accurate, and he is called the "Iron-mouthed King of Hell" - this guy has never said anything good, and he likes to see others panic, terrified, and distracted...
But the emperor has given the order, and Wang Zhouzhi cannot refuse or ask for leave, so he can only gather the troops and set off. As the Northern General, one of the "Four Generals" of Jin State, Wang Zhouzhi is not a coward. What if the timing is wrong? Didn't we say that there is always a ray of hope
Wang Zhouzhi led the army forward in a mighty force, with only a few soldiers from Nanyang County leading the way. The 300,000-man army stretched for more than 40 miles, surging toward the north like a tide.
"With such a large army, there will be no danger to life even if the timing is wrong!" Wang Zhouzhi thought.
While marching, Wang Zhouzhi heard a roar in the sky. He looked up and saw a black spot flying behind the hill in front of him on the left. Upon closer inspection, he found that it was an airplane. These planes were flying very fast. By the time Wang Zhouzhi found them, they had already dropped their bombs and climbed up.
"Enemy attack!" Wang Zhouzhi yelled, but it was too late. By the time the army was ready, the plane had already climbed and gradually accelerated away. The bomb was falling rapidly at a speed faster than the plane, which was faster than the attack speed of the flying sword in the Jindan period.
Two hundred planes dropped more than five thousand bombs at once. The Jin army, which was bombed for the first time, had no experience of defense. Some people used flying swords to "chop" the bombs, some people defended the bombs as if they were "stones" that would not explode, and some people used the bombs as alternative spells to block. The most important thing was that everyone marched densely.
"Disperse quickly!" Wang Zhouzhi shouted anxiously, but he forgot the current situation. How to disperse? More than 5,000 bombs fell like the sky falling, and the soldiers of Jin were already densely packed. No one expected to be attacked halfway.
Boom… Boom…
Explosions unfolded one after another, smoke billowed, and lives died one after another. Five thousand aerial bombs exploded almost simultaneously, and the bombing range was within a kilometer. Tens of thousands of soldiers were blown away. The hillside was in ruins, with broken limbs and arms like rain, and wailing and screaming like waves.
A few drops of turbid blood and a piece of mud fell on Wang Zhouzhi's face and shoulders. Wang Zhouzhi stared blankly at the messy battlefield. There was no need to count, just look at the approximate range and the corpses on the ground, and Wang Zhouzhi had a rough number - 20,000 to 25,000 casualties!
There were already such casualties before we even reached the battlefield. There were only a few survivors within the explosion range, and these survivors were not completely unharmed. At this moment, when the explosion was over, many survivors were like wooden stakes, with only their heads shaking left and right. On the one hand, they were dizzy from the explosion, and on the other hand, they could not believe the tragedy they were witnessing.