"Hold on. Good, good, good. King Yan was suddenly relieved from the tense state just now.

"Okay, good." King Yan sat on the ground with some prostration.

"Your Majesty, it's all the work of the musketeers. Those muskets are too powerful. The Zhao Jun who fought was the same as the clay man. And the artillery. Zhao Jun is like the little clay figure, and he is pinched all at once. The squire said in a colorful voice.

King Yan smiled when he heard this.

In Dongcheng, the situation of the Yan army is not optimistic, and such a stalemate between the two sides is very unfavorable to both the musket team and the artillery team. Ammunition is falling rapidly. The Yan soldiers never knew what it meant to save ammunition. The principle of shooting in three rows has gradually become a row in the panic shooting, as soon as the reload is completed, the gun will be fired immediately. Wang Ben couldn't effectively control these stupid people.

Such chaotic shooting can only illustrate the fear of the Yan soldiers. Although now Zhao Jun has been defeated. But Zhao Jun is an elite after all, and it is difficult to let a group of fools drive a group of elites down.

Some of the musketeers, beginning to withdraw, their bullets had run out. The ammunition of the musketeers was equipped at sixty rounds. This was the standard equipment of soldiers during the American Civil War, and it was obvious that this kind of equipment was very unsuitable for such an occasion.

"General, we're running out of ammunition." A Yan military captain respectfully reported to Wang Ben.

"When you run out, what else can you do, get the ammunition back from the armory immediately, be fast." Wang Ben immediately shouted loudly.

"Whoa." Captain Yan clenched his fists and agreed.

"Wait, there's that shell, bring it over one piece." Wang Ben asked again.

"Slow down the shooting. Save ammunition. Wang Ben shouted loudly.

The rise of the Yan army soldiers. I didn't hear Wang Ben's loud shout at all.

Wang Ben saw that no one listened. Punch and kick at once. After a beating, the rate of fire of the musket slowed down somewhat.

Zhao Jun began to sense that musket shooting was getting busy, and tentatively launched a counterattack. As soon as he showed his head, he was knocked to the ground by a musket. The rest of the Zhao army immediately took refuge.

Then Zhao Jun began to use his shield to probe. The musket could barely penetrate it, and when Zhao Jun saw this, he began to boldly counterattack, and the number of people suddenly increased. The situation was not in favor of the Yan army.

What Wang Ben wants is such a counterattack. If you keep hiding like this, it will be very disadvantageous to the musket team, the bullets will not be able to penetrate the thick walls, and the artillery will not be able to fire at large elevation angles. As soon as they come to the surface, they are finished.

The musketeers stepped back twenty feet. Artillery preparation. Wang Ben ordered loudly.

The musketeers began a sparse retreat. The Yan army no longer had any formation visible. Wang Ben was very helpless about this, these soldiers were good soldiers, but there was no discipline to talk about. It is not as strict as the Qin army's decrees can be controlled.

Retreat is a bit like running away. Because the soldiers of the Yan Army ran to the back in twos and threes, it was not carried out by one team after another at all.

The artillery has been loaded. Their target was the Zhao army that rushed down.

The musketeers have retreated to a position. Zhao Jun rushed down and stepped forward quickly, they had to make quick contact with the musket team, otherwise the terrible flame-breathing pipe would continue to devour their lives.

"The musketeers dispersed. The artillery fired," Wang Ben shouted.

The Yan soldiers had just dodged the muzzles. The cannon began to fire, with a loud noise, knocking the soldiers of the musket team to the ground.

Two shells fired flat. Zhao Jun, who had just rushed down, was hit with two bloody cuts at once.

"Put". Two more cannons, roaring and firing shells.

The rapidly attacking Zhao soldiers were shot at again, and the Zhao soldiers who rushed ahead became piles of flesh and blood. Splashed pieces of meat splattered everywhere. The projectile passed through the human body and hit the soldiers in the back row with a mist of blood. The rushing Zhao Jun collided fiercely with the fired cannonballs. The losses of the Zhao army were unusually heavy.

"Shoot." Wang Ben shouted loudly.

"Bang, bang." The sound of muskets rang out intermittently, and many of the soldiers ran out of ammunition for their muskets. It is a minority that is able to launch.

"Kill." Yan Han, who arrived in time, quickly organized a counterattack with a large group of men and horses drawn from all over the country. Wang Ben breathed a sigh of relief. If they are not killed in time, the musket and artillery teams will cease to exist.

When the Yan army saw that the Zhao army was scattered by artillery, their morale was greatly boosted, and they were extremely brave in counterattacking. Because of the artillery, the morale of the Zhao army began to show some signs of collapse. After resisting for a while, they retreated. Running all the way to the city wall, the Yan army took advantage of the victory to pursue. Onslaught all the way. Zhao Jun couldn't resist it. The Yan army successfully captured the city.

The Zhao army did not have many soldiers defending the city. Coupled with the constant firing of muskets, people kept falling. Many soldiers carried the wounded soldiers down, and this counteroffensive basically exhausted the strength of the defense. The Yan army suddenly counterattacked. The Zhao army was caught off guard and could not resist the fierce offensive of the Yan army at all. The Zhao army was driven down the city. There was no time to retreat from the rope, and the Zhao army, who retreated on the high ladder, was forced to jump off the city by the Yan army.

Li Mu saw Zhao Jun constantly jumping from the city. The anger in my heart could not be suppressed.

"Order the archers to come forward and shoot them with arrows." Li Mu frowned and shouted loudly.

"Whoa." The lieutenant immediately conveyed the order. Zhao Jun, standing on the chariot, waved the battle flag.

The archers of the Zhao army quickly stepped forward. There were only a few Zhao troops retreating from the city. Others were killed by the Yan army.

"Put." A black mist flew up into the sky.

"Whoosh." The rain of arrows fell indiscriminately on the head of the city, and the Yan army, which had just recaptured the city, was shot by the rain of arrows falling from the sky before they had time to rejoice. Even Yan Han was hit by several arrows. Large swaths of the Yan army fell one after another. Most of the Yan army was shot before they could make a defense. Heavy losses.

"General, do you want to attack the city again?" An adjutant general stepped forward and asked.

Li Mu looked at Zhao Jun, who had retreated. The losses are heavy, and many people are limb insufficiency. Watching the soldiers tremble.

These are also the elite of Li Mubian's army, what kind of formation have they seen, but they really haven't seen such a scene today. They were not involved in the siege and did not know what was going on inside the city. I don't know why it was so embarrassing.

At the same time, Sima Shang's 50,000 horses attacked the city with all their might. Since there is no simultaneous attack on the attack. gave Yan Jun a relatively adequate preparation. In addition, the Zhao army is not strong enough to fight at all, and it cannot be compared with the elite of the 30,000 border army. The Zhao army attacked the city quite awkwardly. was beaten down by the Yan army several times. Sima is still anxious about the turnaround.