Chapter 908 Origin

No one thought that the way that Sheng Tu thought of to deal with the ironclad army would be so cruel and bloody. The musketeers of the firearms battalion forced Jin Shiduo's men and horses to mix with the ironclad army, and then took advantage of the crowding to maximize the power of the artillery. Sheng Tu knew very well that the musketeers could do little damage to the Ironclad, and the only weapons that could defeat the Ironclad were artillery.

The power of the musket was too small, and the bullet could not penetrate the defense at all when it hit such a heavy iron armor.

Shells exploded in the crowd, and the soldiers fell one by one. Relatively speaking, the losses of Jin Shiduo's men and horses were far greater than those of the Ironclad Army. However, does Shengtu care?

A group of ironclad soldiers was wielding huge weapons to drive away the victorious rout in front of them, and the cannonballs exploded in the crowd of ironclad soldiers. The huge explosion force caused the three or four nearby ironclad soldiers to suddenly fly out, and the twisted iron plate armor pierced into the body, and the pain for a normal person can be imagined.

The iron armor on the chest of an ironclad soldier was broken, and the iron plate poked inside, and a large hole in the chest was almost blown out.

And the fate of the victorious soldiers was even more miserable, they did not have a heavy iron armor defense, and there seemed to be no second way in the face of the power of the shells. A cannonball exploded at the feet of a victorious soldier, who was lifted straight into the air. The man was dead before he hit the ground, so he couldn't feel the pain of his own tearing.

With a click, an arm struck the face of an ironclad soldier, and although his visor obscured the entire face, the blood blurred his eyes. He subconsciously raised his hand to wipe it, and then a cannonball left an arc in mid-air and landed right in his arms.

Although the artillery purchased by Shengtu was a resistance army from the Duchy of Rus, and in terms of power, it could not be compared to the artillery of the Opru Empire, but for the soldiers who had never seen such a powerful weapon, at least the shock from the heart was enough.

The Sui soldiers who were still attacking were all frightened, and although the shells did not fall on their side, they watched as the fireballs fell into the crowd in the distance, and then sent countless stumps and severed arms into the air.

Syllable!

A victorious soldier's face was pressed against a piece of meat that flew from nowhere, he raised his hand to remove the minced meat, and after a pause for a second he began to vomit, involuntarily and uncontrollably. He squatted on the ground, vomited all the contents of his stomach, and then vomited out yellow water.

Meteor-like debris struck the iron helmet of an ironclad soldier, sparking a spark. The ironclad soldier was stunned for a moment, then picked off the iron ore and looked at it. On the heavy and sturdy iron helmet, a mark of rubbing was clearly visible. There was no doubt that if his armor hadn't been strong enough, it would have pierced his skull in one fell swoop.

A victorious soldier who was standing next to him and was a little frightened saw this scene, and his astonishment widened the most: "Your life is really big!" ”

Before he had finished speaking, the ironclad soldier had already strode over, one hand on his placket, and the other hand carrying the iron helmet and slamming it on the top of his head.

One, two, three......

Every time it fell, a bead of blood would be splashed. The flesh skin was smashed open, then the skull was smashed, and then the red blood and the white ** mixed together and flowed out. Moments later, the victorious soldier's skull was shattered. The ironclad soldier looked at the bloody iron helmet in his hand expressionlessly, and then held it in both hands to put it on. As soon as his hand was raised, a piece of shrapnel the size of a palm flew over and sliced off half of his skull with a pop.

The Ironclad soldier, who had lost the upper half of his head, staggered and fell, as if he had fallen on a mountain. As he fell, he lay next to the victorious soldier he had killed, his shattered skull against his shattered skull.

"Tell Xun Mingdao!"

Shengtu commanded loudly: "Don't feel sorry for firearms, you can buy them again when the shells are gone, but you can't lose this battle now!"

Outside the city

Xun Mingdao, the general of the victorious army, kept walking back and forth, loudly urging the cannon to fire as he walked. The soldiers were in a hurry, and although they had practiced in secret many times, this time was clearly different. The meaning of today's battle is clear to everyone, and tension is inevitable.

"The muzzle of the cannon is hot!"

A soldier shouted in panic.

"Don't worry about it!"

Xun Mingdao shouted loudly, kicked the soldier away, personally picked up a cannonball and stuffed it in, and then grabbed a torch to ignite the fuse.

With a bang, the cannonball exploded in the barrel, and the huge impact force blasted Xun Ming's knife directly out, and when the person landed, his flesh and blood were blurred, and his face was blown up.

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At the beginning of the bombing, the blow to the ironclad army was undoubtedly huge. Never before had he suffered such a blow on the battlefield that Mosa had to give the order to retreat. It was the heaviest loss ever suffered by the Ironclads, and the number of soldiers falling made Mossa's heart tense.

At least a third of the Ironclad soldiers were wounded, and the horn of retreat was already sounding behind them.

But at this moment, the fire-breathing monsters behind the victorious army suddenly stopped moving. Mosa was stunned for a moment, and although he didn't understand what was going on, he was sure that something must have gone wrong with those things. He didn't know that after the cannon was blown up, the other victorious soldiers didn't dare to fire again.

"They don't have those things anymore!"

Mossa's first reaction was this, and then he immediately ordered to stop the retreat, resume his formation, and continue to charge forward. At this time, the victorious soldiers who were mixed with the Ironclad Army were already dead, either killed by shells or slaughtered by the Ironclad Army, and all the people who were still alive were lying on the ground and trembling, and no one dared to stand up again.

In about half an hour, the density of the crowd in the area of artillery bombardment has been much reduced. The people on both sides ran out so much that it even seemed a little empty.

"Kill it!"

Mosa shouted loudly, and then the soldiers around him whined and blew a special horn. Hearing the sound of the horn, the somewhat wooden ironclad soldiers gathered together again, and then strode forward with their heavy weapons. It seemed that they had no fear, even when faced with artillery that could kill them.

"How...... Will it be? ”

Liu You, the general of the victorious army, held his clairvoyant hand and couldn't help but tremble, trembling very violently. So much so that he could no longer clearly see the distant scene from the clairvoyance, but because of fear and shock, he forgot to put his hand down. It could be inferred from his face that he must have seen something terrible.

"Those...... What is it? ”

Liu You, whose face was pale, subconsciously turned his head to look at Shengtu and found that the other party's face was full of hatred.

"What's that?"

Sheng Tu said coldly: "Do you think those things are living people? ”

His fists were clenched so tightly that his muscles were exposed.

He was unwilling, unwilling to be about to defeat the ironclad army, and the soldiers of the firearms battalion under his command did not dare to open fire. The cannon that exploded not only killed a firearms battalion general, but also killed the courage of those soldiers. Liu Dingcheng, another firearms battalion general, had already rushed over, and although he was still urging, the soldiers were still retreating. Some people wanted to get up to find water, but they didn't prepare in advance and needed to run a long way, and no one dared to stuff shells into the already hot muzzle at this time.

"Is there really no absolutely powerful weapon in this world?"

Shengtu asked.

But no one could give him an answer.

Liu You's hands were trembling all the time, and then his whole body was trembling. He didn't dare to look at it again, but he couldn't help but look at it again.

Outside the city walls, in the distance.

The Ironclad Army was on the offensive and resumed the queue. And what makes people's scalps tingle is ...... It's not just the standing ironclad soldiers who are attacking, the broken ironclad soldiers, as long as there are heads, are also coming this way. The Ironclad Soldier, who had blown up the lower half of his body, crawled this way, and the Ironclad Soldier who had been lifted off half of his shoulder did not seem to be affected in the slightest. Liu You clearly saw that a soldier of the Ironclad Army who had lost his left foot was dragging his left foot to this side step by step

When the ironclad soldier took a step, his body would tilt. After losing the ball of his foot, his steps were deeper and shallower, but he had no intention of stopping.

"Those aren't people in the first place...... At the very least, not a living person in the true sense of the word. ”

Sheng Tu slowly let go of his fist and said with some distraction: "When I first saw this army, I actually guessed most of it. When Luo Yao was in Yongzhou, he had many contacts with the people of the Buddha Sect, and the common goal of the Buddha Sect and Luo Yao was the secret art of the Su people...... I heard that there are 3,000 golden-bodied monks and soldiers in the Great Wheel Temple, and they are invulnerable. Later, I thought, maybe it was just a special bunch of zombies. ”

"Although the people themselves have this kind of secret art, they don't know how to practice, so it is not difficult to kill the walking corpses they created again. But the golden-bodied monks and soldiers of the Buddha Sect are all people who have cultivated well, and they should have used some other methods. Yang Jian's ironclad army, nine times out of ten, the same...... Yang Jian must have brought the most elite group of people into the mausoleum when he entered the mausoleum......"

"Maybe that's it, right?"

He muttered.

Liu You was so frightened that he didn't know what to do, and pointed to the outside of the city with a trembling hand: "Now...... Now what? ”

And Ye Jinnan, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "It seems to be ...... The war is far from over. ”

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"It's really interesting."

Da Zi, who was standing beside Yang Jian, watched the battle situation, and a hint of intriguing smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Those firearms are very interesting, even if a great cultivator accidentally gets hit by that thing, I am afraid that he will not escape death." His Majesty's army is more interesting...... I thought that only Buddhism would think of such a method, but I didn't expect His Majesty to think of it two hundred years ago. ”

Yang Jian's face gradually recovered from the shock when the artillery began to wield, and he regained his confidence as he watched the regrouped ironclad army.

"I said it was an invincible army."

"yes......"

Da Zizi nodded: "In a sense, such an army is really invincible in the world. I'm just curious, how many people did Your Majesty choose such a strong soldier from in the first place? ”

"It's not a one-time pick, such soldiers are too rare."

Yang Jian said slowly: "After the founding of the Great Sui Dynasty, I selected more than 1,000 people from the army of the whole country and created the Great Sui Emperor's personal guard camp. In order to ensure the combat effectiveness of the ministry battalion, every ten years, the ministry battalion must be re-selected to eliminate those who have passed the age of thirty-five. Later, the strength of the battalion was maintained at 800 men, and a new batch was selected every ten years. Coupled with the people I selected from the founding and strong army at the beginning, it has the scale it has today. ”

"Generation after generation, where are the soldiers who quit the service camp?"

Yang Jian smiled and said: "No one notices this, everyone sees the strength of the Camp for Ministers, but no one will pay attention to where those who are eliminated go." ”

"It turns out that His Majesty has been training all the time."

Da Zizi couldn't help but laugh.

"Not my ......"

A trace of sadness flashed in Yang Jian's eyes, and his tone was a little heavy: "I have been lying in a cold coffin all those years, and I can't move casually until I have completely fused Wan Xingchen's cultivation. It was the successive Great Sui Emperors after me who were doing this, and the eliminated ones were brought into the mausoleum in the name of paying homage to me, and then they were given wine with Gu. ”

He thought of Flutter Tiger, his brother, the only person in the mausoleum who was actually alive. Genuine...... Alive.

"So ......"

Da Zizi smiled and said: "At the beginning, King Dalun Ming built three thousand golden-bodied monk soldiers, and His Majesty created such a peerless army...... Sure enough, people standing on the same heights have the same vision. ”