Mingbo was still frightened and glanced at Feng Qinran, "Your Majesty, it seems that Xiao Xian and Shen Mingzhu are really well prepared."
Feng Qinran didn't say a word. She underestimated Shen Mingzhu again. She was very annoyed, but she had no choice. She blew angrily. After a while, she said: "What is Ye Sheng doing? Isn't it to let him encourage Qin?"
Did the emperor send troops? Why is there no movement at all?"
This is the best time to attack Daizhou. What is Ye Sheng thinking?
Mingbo hurriedly said: "I have sent a secret order to urge him. News should arrive in the next few days."
Feng Qinran glanced at the direction of the battlefield. It seemed that Yizhique was going to suffer heavy losses again this time. "Let's go and see what the losses were to his grain and grass camp."
Soon someone came back to report, "Reporting to your majesty, half of the food and fodder camp was lost, and only half was taken out. They have done their best."
Feng Qinran said coldly: "Half the people have to die anyway, it doesn't matter if the food is half reduced. Has our matter been successful?"
The cold wind blew, and she wrapped herself in a cloak. Liuzhu immediately said: "Your Majesty, our affairs have not been delayed. Your Majesty, you should go to the tent."
Feng Qinran still stubbornly looked at the location of Mianyang City. In fact, she couldn't see anything, but she seemed to be able to see that vigorous figure. Not only did he not return to the city, but he also lured the enemy into artillery fire.
Within the range, the enemy troops that pursued him must have been wiped out by him.
After this battle, I'm afraid that King Yan's reputation will spread all over the world like it has wings.
What she didn't know was that not only did Xiao Xian not return to the city, but when they returned to the city to rest, another 10,000 soldiers and horses had already come out of the city to replace the soldiers who had been fighting before.
This time, all the musketeers came out. They formed a formation and advanced step by step. Every time they fired, they mopped up the enemy.
After opening up a situation, another group of troops came out to block the attack on the flanks. Yi Zhique had no choice but to order a retreat.
Because of the close combat, they were no match for so many musketeers.
Cavalry and heavy armor are useless!
So he could only retreat, and then he was intercepted by Chu Ji, Liu Zhang and others on the way back, and they fought together again. Yi Zhique could have organized the soldiers to have a good fight, but he might not have lost here.
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But he was already timid, afraid that there would be other ambushes, and even more afraid that Xiao Xian and Yelu En would catch up, and that there would be artillery support, so he immediately ordered a breakout.
His soldiers were even more frightened, and thousands more were killed here.
In the end, Yi Zhique could only flee in confusion. After a while, he counted with his soldiers and found that there were still about 200,000 left.
Thinking that he had lost 100,000 troops out of thin air and still had so much food and grass, Yi Zhique felt angry and painful. He had 200,000 troops for nothing. He could clearly flatten Mianyang City, but he couldn't find a way to deal with the artillery and weapons.
A good way to use the musket. In his rage, he spurted out a mouthful of blood, and fell off his horse as soon as his vision went dark.
Yi Zhique's cronies also felt very irritable, but they had no way to vent their anger. In terms of combat effectiveness, they were many times more numerous than the opponent, and their own people were not cowards. They were all warriors selected from a thousand. If they were the same as the opponent.
You don't necessarily lose if you play against one.
But why was he still beaten so badly?
It’s such a grievance that you have no power to complain about!
Heaven, earth, what on earth are you going to say, where can you reason?
