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Qitate couldn't help but wipe his eyes. This was impossible. Did the Qin army really cross the river like this? Were all the Qin army crazy
Not only Qi Tat on the west bank was in disbelief, but even Teng Jitai and others on the east bank could not help but surround Qin Mu and persuade him, "Your Majesty, this won't work. We can't get through this."
"Your Majesty, we only have over a hundred small boats, and at most a thousand people can cross at a time. The enemy will defend in dangerous places, and we will attack them when they are halfway across..."
"Your Majesty..."
"Hahaha, I appreciate your kindness, but I have said before, I don't care how this war is fought, I only care about the result. I believe General Su will give everyone a surprise, so just watch the show with peace of mind."
Qin Mu was in a leisurely mood. He asked Li Shi to bring his mount and brought the leaders of various tribes, who were full of doubts, to the shore. They stopped their horses on the river bank, facing the surging Yellow River, and watched the Qin soldiers board the boats to cross the river.
The Mongolian soldiers on the west bank began to line up nervously by the river, with swords drawn and arrows on strings, waiting to attack the Qin army as soon as it passed.
The spring breeze blew, drums beat, flags fluttered, and horns sounded across the Yellow River. More than a hundred small boats were filled with people. Yan Xiaoman once again shouted to the soldiers on the same boat with him: "Check your rifles and equipment for the last time, hurry up."
“Yes!”
The Qin soldiers on the same boat carefully checked their equipment again, while Yan Xiaoman personally went to check the bamboo raft tied behind the boat. This bamboo raft was not used to carry people, but to be laid on the mudflats after reaching the other side.
Each of the 182 small boats that crossed the river this time towed a bamboo raft.
On the grassland more than a mile away from the riverbank, Li Chongyang, who was born in Yebu Shou and had performed outstandingly in the defense of Jiangyin, and now served as the commander of the first aviation battalion of the army, was also issuing similar orders to his soldiers;
On the ten-foot-high earth slope, three hundred hang gliders were lined up in a row, and all the airmen and ground support personnel carefully checked the hang gliders and their equipment.
Under each hang glider, there is a cold and ferocious rocket slide fixed.
Based on the feedback from the navy, the Nanjing Arsenal made some improvements to the original rocket launcher, making it lighter and adopting a flintlock ignition, making it more suitable for use on gliders.
Li Chongyang shouted: "Are you all ready?"
"Ready."
"Okay, follow my orders and take off immediately."
“Yes!”
The breeze was blowing gently on the slope, and the flags were fluttering. This kind of weather, on this green grassland, was perfect for hang gliding.
At Li Chongyang's command, one hang glider after another took off quickly with the help of ground crew members and flew lightly into the deep green and blue sky.
The 20,000 Qin soldiers couldn't help but cheer when they saw the air force spread its wings and fly into the blue sky. For a moment, the grassland was filled with voices. There were four whistles, and even the war horses raised their heads and neighed, sharing in the joyful atmosphere.
Hearing the cheers, Teng Jitai and the others turned around to look. They were so shocked that their mouths half opened and they forgot to close them.
But in the azure sky, they saw hundreds of "Dapeng" flying with their wings spread, blocking out the sun and flying towards them.
When I saw the leaders of various tribes in this scene for the first time, it was like seeing gods and Buddhas flying in the sky.
"Eternal Heaven!" Arut, the leader of the left wing of the Balin tribe, kept wiping his eyes to make sure he was not seeing things.
Abu from Qinghai-Tibet was more pious to gods and Buddhas. He was so frightened that he rolled off his horse, bowed to the sky repeatedly, and muttered to himself.
Because of Qin Mu's presence, the bastards in the sky flew past from both sides and did not dare to fly over the emperor's head.
But seeing the reaction of the more than one hundred tribal leaders, the bunnies flying in the sky were so happy that they let out long howls or made strange noises.
Some of them even took the time to salute the emperor. Their ostentatious look made people want to catch them and kick them in the ass!
The sky was filled with hang gliders, like soaring rocs, flying over the riverbank with incomparable grace, flying towards the other side of the Yellow River, with the surging Yellow River flowing beneath them;
At this moment, the mighty Yellow River was no longer a barrier for them, but a smooth road.
There were a total of three hundred hang gliders, like a large mass of flying clouds. The scene was so beautiful that the 20,000 Qin soldiers cheered continuously and the 10,000 enemy soldiers on the west bank were stunned. Many of them prostrated themselves on the ground, bowing and worshipping.
On the river, Yan Xiaoman looked at the air force flying briskly in the sky and couldn't help spitting, "Damn it, you guys are so light, boys, row hard, if these guys in the sky fall, we will have to salvage them, don't envy them, row hard!"
It is impossible to say that I am not envious. One hundred and eighty-two small boats are fighting against the current and paddling hard, while others are flying across the sky as easily as birds. Comparing themselves with others, I am so envious.
Li Chongyang and his crew were flying at an altitude of only about thirty or forty meters, so they could see the situation on the river surface clearly. Seeing that Yan Xiaoman and his crew were rowing with all their might, they could not help but laugh. Some encouraged them, some made jokes, and the noise continued.
"Brothers down there, come on! Charge!"
"Brother, I have to pee urgently. If the brothers below don't paddle faster, I'll get you wet..."
"I want to poop... OK, OK, I'll try to hold it in and poop on the enemy's head."
"Hahaha... ... "
Yan Xiaoman and the others heard it clearly and were so angry that they almost wanted to fire their guns into the sky and shoot down these show-off guys.
"Brothers, ignore these bastards and row quickly."
"That's right, wait for them to fall down, then we feed them some urine and then salvage them."
"Birdman! Birdman! Stop showing off!"
Yan Xiaoman and his companions were truly filled with hatred and resentment, but the fellow above did not bother with them. He flew to the other side laughing, leaving them with only a graceful back view.
No matter how you look at it, this doesn't look like a war. Qin Mu couldn't help laughing when he heard the strange cries of these rabbits.
Teng Jitai asked carefully: "Your Majesty, this is..."
"Don't talk, it's time for the fireworks show, come and look."
As if to prove Qin Mu's words, Li Chongyang and his men, who were about to reach the other side, began to dive diagonally in batches, while more of them circled in the air at a slightly higher altitude;
With the snow-capped Helan Mountains and the azure blue sky as their backdrop, countless hang gliders filled the sky, creating a spectacular and beautiful scene.
The enemy troops on the other side of the river saw a large flock of birds swooping down towards them. Some of them were so scared that they ran away, while others knelt down and kowtowed in panic. The scene was very chaotic.
Qitate, who was also at a loss of what to do, finally came to his senses at this point and began to scream hysterically: "Quick, shoot them, they are the Qin army, they are the Qin army..."
As a result, few of his frightened subordinates listened to him, but Li Chongyang and his men seemed to have heard some strange orders and began to pull the triggers of their rockets.
Chirp!
Choo Choo Choo!
Rays of flames flew down from the sky like comets, flying towards the enemy's camp on the west bank in an astonishingly beautiful manner. Gods of death from the sky pierced fiercely into the enemy's camp.
Boom! Boom boom boom...
In a flash, huge fireballs rose on the west bank, and violent explosions sounded one after another, shaking the earth.
One by one, the Mongolian soldiers were blown into the air by the fireballs and turned into pieces of meat in mid-air. On the embankment, mud was flying, screams were heard, and frightened figures were running around in panic, crying for their parents.
The "birdmen" in the sky were still swooping down obliquely in batches. They worked in groups of ten, and after the first group finished bombing, it was the turn of the second group. It had been arranged long ago, and although the gliders hovering in the sky looked a little messy, the dives in batches were proceeding in an orderly manner.
With each dive, ten rockets would whiz down and smash head-on into the enemy formation. Boom, boom, boom! The fierce explosions continued without a break. Fireballs blew up the other side of the river into a mess. Broken limbs flew in the air. Crazy horses rushed around in the smoke, neighing incessantly.
After watching this scene, Heerjin and his men on the east coast could only fit a duck egg in their mouths. Is this a war? This is a massacre. Fighting against people who can fly in the sky, isn't this an enemy of the gods
Looking at the extremely tragic scene on the west bank, Heerjin was really scared this time. No matter what, being an enemy of such a Qin Dynasty would definitely be a dead end.
Cold sweat broke out on his back, and his hands and feet were cold. Thinking about the conditions proposed by Qin Mu, perhaps it was really a gift to Junggar!
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