The two people who were facing each other became quiet.
Looking up, Nan Yanxi had returned to the military formation, and the neat formation began to flash flags.
Nan Yuexi smiled solemnly: "I don't know whether to live or die!"
He turned to Qin Ge and Feng Ji and said, "Aren't you two dissatisfied with each other?"
"Let's do this. Each of you will lead 20,000 troops and launch an attack on the rebels at the same time. You will lead the rear army to suppress the formation here."
"Let's see which one of you can defeat the enemy first. When the time comes, I will naturally reward you for your merits."
As soon as these words came out, the two of them were overjoyed and thanked Nan Yuexi one after another.
They glanced at each other and turned around to go.
According to the military system of the Nanhai State, every fifty men are in a corps, every five hundred men are in a team, and every five thousand men are in a battalion.
Qin Ge and Feng Ji led four battalions respectively, advancing in tandem, acting as horns for each other, and rushed towards Nan Yanxi with great momentum.
The last two battalions led by Nan Yuexi, totaling 10,000 people, did not move.
Forty thousand versus twenty thousand, which is quite wealthy. The remaining ten thousand are mainly responsible for mobile dispatch and leak repair.
On the battlefield, smoke and dust were everywhere, and murderous intent filled the air.
The 40,000-strong army was mighty, with the infantry advancing in the center and the cavalry divided into two wings, gradually forming a semi-encirclement formation towards the enemy.
At this time, Nan Yanxi was sitting leisurely on the horse, holding a pergola and looking ahead.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk... This guy is quite a thief. It's a pity that we didn't send them all here."
Mo Yunxi on the side was still a little nervous. After all, there was an army of 40,000 in front, which was twice as large as his own.
The densely packed figures swept through the sand and rushed toward us in a mighty manner. This sense of oppression was still very strong.
He turned around to look at Nan Yanxi uneasily: "Um... Yanxi, aren't you ready to fire?"
"Didn't you say that your cannon can hit five or six thousand steps at its longest? Why don't you hit?"
"What's the hurry..."
Nan Yanxi smiled easily, turned her head, looked at Mo Yunxi's nervous face and comforted: "Don't worry."
"The bow of your Southern Navy can shoot up to a hundred steps into the sky, right?"
"Trebuchet, how far can it hit? Two hundred steps?"
"As for my new fire cannon, its effective range is three hundred steps away, the French cannon can fire nearly two thousand steps, and the red coat cannon can fire up to two miles."
"So, what should we do if we fire the artillery too early and scare them away? Let's strive to fight and eliminate more than 80% of his effective strength."
After saying that, he turned to the firearms battalion commander who came with the army and ordered: "Order the cannons to load all the shotguns, and the gunners to load all the guns, and prepare to fire!"
"yes!"
The general agreed, and a strange horn blew out.
Under the command of the squad leader, each artillery position began to load shotgun shells, and each gunner also loaded in an orderly manner in platoon units.
On the battlefield, murderous intent filled the air for an instant.
As time passed by, the enemy was getting closer and closer to us.
Nan Yanxi also raised her hand high, like the god of death raising his sickle.
Five hundred steps...
Four hundred steps...
Three hundred steps...
Two hundred and fifty steps...
Suddenly, Nan Yanxi waved her hand lightly.
Immediately afterwards, the ordering horn beside him let out a terrifying low howl: "Woo..."
Almost in an instant, the mountains collapsed and the ground cracked, the earth shook and the mountains shook, like the thunder god coming to the world and the god of fire showing his power.
The artillery and muskets opened fire almost at the same time, and countless flowers of flesh and blood bloomed in the dense enemy camp instantly.
This time the artillery was loaded with shotgun shells, which can also be called shotgun shells.
In fact, the barrel is loaded with dozens of small iron balls, small lead balls, and even gravel.
One cannon shot down a large area, and the enemy troops fell one by one like wheat.
Nan Yanxi commanded the artillery group and fired in echelons. Each time the artillery fire accounted for only one-fifth of the number of artillery groups.
After the first team fired two breaths, the second team fired again. After each team fired, they had to reload quickly and then wait for orders.
In this way, after the fifth team has fired their guns, the first team has almost finished loading.
Even if there is a gap in the middle, you can still use firecrackers to supplement the firepower.
With such alternating firing, thunder exploded on the battlefield, the sound of artillery continued, the smoke was thick, and the sky was blocked.
As for the enemy, those who were beaten instantly fell on their backs, but they had no idea what kind of weapons the opponent was using.
The terrain of Langzui Mountain is very strange, with a huge plain in front and a canyon behind.
Although the canyon is not long, looking upward, it becomes narrower as you go inward.
This kind of terrain is most unsuitable for defense, and the two sides are not suitable for ambushes. Only then did Nan Yuexi feel free to let his troops attack.
However, it is precisely because of this terrain.
As a result, the closer his army of 40,000 people got to Nan Yanxi, the more intensive the formation had to be.
This played right into Nan Yanxi's wish. With such a density of people, he didn't even need to aim, he could hit it accurately with his eyes closed.
Moreover, since Nan Yanxi ordered the artillery to use shotgun shells, which meant surface damage, the enemy's casualties were always only in the first row.
So the sergeant behind only heard the loud rumbling noise in front, but had no idea what happened.
Under the supervision of the commander supervising the team behind him, he had no choice but to keep his head down and rush forward.
By the time the people in front were gone and he was in the first row, it was already too late to run.
Those strange iron barrels and iron bars in the front position were spraying tongues of fire crazily towards their side.
Many soldiers lost consciousness before they could react.
"Boom...boom...boom..."
"Bang...bang..."
Artillery and muskets alternately covered and fired, and as soon as the battle started, the mighty 40,000 enemy troops could not help but not move forward. Instead, due to too many casualties, the entire formation moved back dozens of steps.
At this time, Qin Ge, who was hiding behind a stone, was frightened. He didn't understand what kind of weapons Nan Yanxi's army was using.
The sound was like thunder and the force was like fierce flames. Wherever it went, people and horses were shattered.
Just now, he saw with his own eyes Feng Ji's head, together with the iron helmet on it, exploded into pieces in an instant.
I also watched with my own eyes as the elite soldiers under my command were harvested by scythes like wheat in the autumn harvest.
Only then did he remember Nan Yanxi's advice before the war started. Now that he thought about it, how sincere it was.
Qin Ge couldn't help but secretly regret that he should not have turned a deaf ear to Nan Yanxi's advice.
Regreting that he should not have coveted glory and wealth, he secretly surrendered to the prince.
At this time, the battlefield was already filled with rivers of blood and mountains of corpses, but on our side, we could not even touch the corners of the enemy's clothes.
"General...general...help me..."
Qin Ge, who was in a trance, was awakened by a shrill cry for help. He followed the sound numbly, but he was frightened.
Not far away from him, he saw a general whose lower body had been blown off, crawling towards him with difficulty.
Blood continued to gush out from his mouth and nose, and the exploded intestines at his waist were dragged to the ground with blood and mud.
Her blood-red eyes stared straight at him, and she stretched out her blood-stained hands tremblingly, begging feebly: "Help me, help me..."
Qin Ge knew this man, he was his lieutenant, and they were drinking together yesterday.
Qin Ge still remembered that when he was drunk last night, he told himself that his wife had just given birth to a pair of twins.
He said that after the battle, he would hold a full-moon banquet when he returned, and asked Qin Ge to reward him.
He still remembered the happy smile on the lieutenant's face when he talked about his wife and children.
However, in just a moment, all this disappeared.
Qin Ge tried his best to overcome the fear in his heart, and grabbed his hand tremblingly, trying to pull him to her side.
"Brother...brother...hold on...hold on..."
"boom"
With the loud noise that followed, Qin Ge's unfinished words were interrupted.
The scorched earth was accompanied by a shock wave, which made Qin Ge subconsciously avoid it.
When he turned around again, what he was holding in his hand was only half of the deputy general's hand.
Qin Ge was so frightened that he screamed and quickly put down the severed hand.
Looking around, there were rivers of blood, broken flesh on the ground, and soldiers whose arms and legs had been blown away.
They wailed, struggled, rolled, and finally gradually lost their vitality.
"Ah...ah...devil..."
Qin Ge, the murderous executioner, finally collapsed in this hell-like battlefield.
Fear made him lose his mind. He stood up regardless and ran back, shouting: "Escape quickly..."
"Run quickly... run quickly..."
However, even though he was extremely skilled in lightness, he didn't even get out a few steps before he was blown into two pieces by a cannon.
The broken lower limbs flew far away like kites with short strings.
A generation of heroes, Qin Ge, the commander of the black-clad imperial guards, ended miserably.
Before he died, his upper body was still crawling forward.