Indeed, people always have dreams, just like a small city of seven hills on the banks of the Tiber River, who would have thought that it could develop into a giant empire that occupies most of the territory of Western Europe and traverses the West for thousands of years, as the prime minister of Shu Han, Zhuge Liang naturally hopes that his country can reunify China and complete Liu Bei Kuang's last wish to support the Han family.

Moreover, there must be a battle for survival with Cao Wei anyway, why not do it first? What if the gods of fate favor you? If you get Guanzhong and take over the rich eight hundred miles of Qinchuan in the hands of Wang Hou, then it is not impossible to go out of the customs and fight for the world. No matter how bad it is, even if it is defeated, it is better than sitting back and waiting to die.

Therefore, Prime Minister Zhuge is also going to give it a go!

After showing their dreams, the two bigwigs officially broke down, sitting in a big-shouldered sedan chair at the level of the superintendent of the East Factory, Wang Hou was carried back to his military formation with a supervillain, and while walking back, he also held a telescope and looked at Zhuge Liang sitting in a small wooden car like a wheelchair, and he also returned to the front of the Shu army.

Wang Hou's mood in this battle is still very relaxed, although the Wei army under his command is not an invincible existence in this era, and he is really stunned in the face of Cao Pi's 400,000 army, but this is at his doorstep, and the Shu army is only half a division, which can't be beaten, and he can't live until now.

Holding the telescope in his right hand, while looking at it, he waved his slap in his left hand with a particularly villainous momentum, and in the neat military boots, the elite light infantry held a heavy tiger squat cannon, and a large row was placed in front of the three armies in a particularly imposing dense manner.

In another paragraph, before returning to his own army, Prime Minister Zhuge didn't talk much, got up from his wooden cart, and summoned the chiefs of the Southern Barbarian cannon fodder tribes in front of the military formation.

"The prime minister has an order, rushed past these rebels of the Han Dynasty, let's grab the rear city at will, and then let us go back to Nanzhong!"

"Boom~"

More than 5,000 people in the entire barbarian vanguard army are all boiling, the barbarians have no concept of family and country righteousness, there is no centripetal force for the Han Empire, and those who inspire them to fight bravely are only the wealth and looting, and the later Tang Dynasty recovered Luoyang, Chang'an, and the two capitals occupied by An Lushan, and also promised the children of the city to let the Uighur soldiers plunder, with wealth and the promise of going home, these 100,000 barbarian soldiers in the mountains with their upper bodies are particularly fierce and cheering and beating the wooden shields in their hands, shouting loudly.

Poor, they don't know what they're up against! As the military drums of the Shu army rang out, regiments of barbarian infantry also took the lead in rushing forward.

With these flesh-and-blood front rows, rear troops, the Shu Han Tiger Infantry Army of the Chinese Army, and the Wudang Flying Army that broke the formation on both wings, the pace is also moving forward slowly.

"Steady! Steady!"

Compared with the brute courage of the Shu army's forward, the front line of the Wei army is extraordinarily unfazed, in the past three years, the newly built and as the main force of the Guanzhong troops, has become more and more professional, Wang Hou settled in the Chang'an Prime Minister's Mansion of the Imperial Military Academy for the army to provide a large number of low- and middle-level officers, so that in addition to the hard power of weapons and equipment, the soft power of the troops has increased a lot, the professional officers hold the sword and keep shouting, and the artillery specially allocated in the light infantry gritted their teeth and firmly pinched the flint.

"Eight hundred steps!"

"Seven hundred steps!"

"Five hundred steps!"

Holding a bronze ruler, the artillery observer who was in charge of ranging shouted loudly, mentioning the five hundred steps, his voice roared out, and in the roar, those artillerymen were simply relieved, and finally knocked the flintlock machine fiercely, without the deafening of the military cannon, but the thick barrel still roared loudly, and the three rows of tiger squatting cannons staggered and sprayed out, and the lead bullets the size of pills whistled and spewed towards the rushing barbarian infantry.

Thousands of years earlier, human beings tasted the pain of the flesh roaring and charging against gunpowder, the thick muscles were not bulletproof, the wooden shield twisted in hand was as brittle as a piece of paper in front of this thing, and the shield shattered with a bang, and the chest muscles behind the shield were torn open by the whistling projectile A blood hole several times larger, and the broken internal organs fell directly from the wound, and in the face of a frontal shot close to the flat entry angle, the brute soldiers were shot and wounded as many as four or five hundred.

Broken arms and legs rolled on the ground, and his stomach was broken and he collapsed on the ground spitting blood, even before the expedition, Zhuge Liang had ordered to beat the gong and tinkle to do a lot of training for these barbarians, but this kind of blood has never been seen, and many of the barbarians in the back row simply screamed and fled back.

However, cannon fodder is always cannon fodder, and the archers of the Shu army, who had already pressed the formation behind them, unceremoniously pulled their bows and shot out, and the crackling arrows pierced into the muscle sounds and screams, and those cannon fodder fell more than a hundred.

This is also the sorrow of the backward barbarians, in the West, the Roman Empire also used the Celtic Gallic Germanic barbarians as cannon fodder, and a large number of them were shot, and these remote tribes had to rush forward fiercely again.

In this confusion, the well-trained gunners of the Liangzhou Corps filled the gunpowder well for the second time and waited.

This speed was even faster for more than ten seconds, so that the gunners gritted their teeth awkwardly and waited impatiently.

"Three hundred steps!"

"Two hundred steps!"

"One hundred and fifty steps!"

Another particularly loud shout roared out, and once again as relieved, the artillerymen in the front row deducted the flintlock machine, and after the deafening sound of the cannon had passed, they directly wore thick gloves and carried the hot tiger squat gun, turned around and left.

Immediately after that, the second row slammed the flintlock.

Why wait? Because the second shell fired was a shotgun, the raised horn sprayed fifteen or sixteen small steel balls the size of bearing beads from later generations, because the weight was larger, the ammunition was more fragmented, and the firing range was much shorter, but the killing area was more terrifying.

Nearly 10,000 heavy steel pellets walked in more than 1,000 square meters, slapped heavily on the face, and even a projectile may not kill anyone, but it is enough to open a small but painful blood hole in your body.

Not many people died this time, but the survivors covered their bloody faces, stomachs, arms, and thighs, and rolled on the ground with a hissing voice, crying, their eyes squeezed out like Xiahoudun, and their organs shattered and fell to the ground, and their miserable appearance was almost like hell coming to the world.

In fact, the beast that lives in people's hearts, if it is placed in the future generations, maybe Wang Hou will always be a law-abiding low-level citizen, but in this era of killing and heroism, looking at the scene of living hell created by his troops, Wang Hou is also in a happy mood, and even looks at the battle situation with an attitude of appreciation.

However, at this moment, the sound that made his eardrums itch also sounded, and he raised his head in amazement, Wang Hou almost didn't roll off the big shoulder that pretended to be forced.

The dense stuff dragging the black smoke also smashed towards him!

"Return to the gun!"