"Hey, hey." Shang Wen just smiled. He didn't say anything. This era is a turbulent one. Society is in the midst of a radical change. Who knows what their fate will be. Shang Wen himself didn't know why he wanted to enter such an era.

The pace of time is slowly moving. The battle to quell the slave revolt in the North was still going on brutally. The 3rd Infantry Division of the Qin Army took the most severe blow. fully played the ferocity of the Qin army in the past.

"Whoa." A detachment of Qin cavalry is walking on a country road built in the north of Qin. Not far away is a Qinguo state-level highway. The section of the highway was built by the local prefecture of Qin State. There are also a large number of power poles on state highways. These poles have transmission lines and cable lines. But it's not the wires that catch the eye. Instead, the severed head of the Qin army was nailed to the head with iron nails. Rows of utility poles are erected on state highways. And these poles were all covered with the heads of the severed slaves.

"It's horrible." Under the protection of the Qin army, the scattered people began to drive back to their homes, but saw a row of slaves on a telephone pole. They still think it's a bit too cruel.

"Horror is right. These damn slaves, that's the only way they got their heads cut off. to know how powerless their riot was. As he spoke, a captain of the Qin army came over on horseback.

"Plop." There was a dull thud. A head was thrown to the ground.

"Hang up. We're going to show the slaves. The captain said fiercely.

"This is war. The slaves just need to rebel again. We're going to kill them all. The captain said.

"Alright. We're going to attack that nearby town. There was a siege of slaves. We have to deliver them. The captain said.

"Forward." The captain said as he flapped his horse and moved quickly.

"Rush." The soldiers in the back said and rushed out with the captain.

This is a rapidly mobile infantry unit, and their mode of maneuver is horse movement. But the mode of combat is infantry combat. Rapid maneuvering. Dismount and fight. That's how they fight.

And not far away in the small town. Fierce fighting is underway.

"Woohoo." The slaves launched another assault on the town. More than 3,000 slaves besieged the town. There are many of them. The total population of the town did not exceed 600 people.

It was a battle with a huge disparity in forces. But the town recruited all the people to participate in the battle.

"Woohoo." A group of disheveled slaves rushed towards the town. The town's main traffic arteries are riddled with a variety of obstacles. But these barriers are covered with all kinds of dead bodies. These corpses were all over the streets.

"Put." An old man in a felt hat shouted loudly. He was a Confucian scholar. He came here to promote Confucianism. At the same time, he also serves as the enlightenment teacher of the town. But such a suave man, and now he was directing an artillery group to fire at the rushing slaves.

"Boom." There was a loud bang. The old bronze artillery became the most advantageous weapon in the hands of the militia, due to the fact that it was a close combat. The artillery was loaded with shotshots. These shotshots are enough to kill a lot of people.

"Whew." A loud whistling sound came. The shotgun flew straight out.

"Ahh A large number of slaves were knocked to the ground by the flying shotshots. A lot of people will never get up.

"Put." Then came a roar.

"Bang bang." The militia pulls the trigger in his hand and shoots quickly.

The weapons used in the hands of the militia are varied, and bullets of various calibers range from small to large. There are guns of various models and different principles.

"Poof." A woman shoots a slave with an old-fashioned flintlock pistol in her hand. The flying bullets hit one of the slaves in the dense charge. The slave fell to the ground on the spot. The caliber of this old-fashioned flintlock pistol is generally quite large. Some reached the point of 70 caliber bullets. The lethal power of this bullet is very large.

The thick gunpowder has not yet been dissipated. A child in the back, who was only seven or eight years old, raised his rifle and began to shoot.

"Poof." The child almost carried a rifle to shoot because of the strength of his hands. However, the weapon he was holding was a little more advanced than the one the woman was holding, a firing pistol that was somewhere between a trap rifle and a flintlock pistol. This gun uses a kind of fire cap thing. This kind of thing is a little more advanced than a flintlock pistol. This is because it prevents the gunpowder from getting wet and makes it impossible to fire fire.

"Bang bang. Bang. "But men have better guns in their hands than women and children. They use trap rifles, or trolley rifles. The rifle cartridges they use are custom-loaded cartridges. This cartridge is easy to load. The rate of fire is high.

"Ahh The slaves who rushed to the slaughter were hit by a continuous stream of bullets, while those behind stepped on the corpses of their own companions and attacked forward. Even those companions who were only wounded and breathed a breath were trampled to death by their own people, because this was a battle, and they were inherently cruel.

"Put." Artillery reload fire.

"Boom." There was a loud bang. The shells bombarded directly. The slaves, who were already less than fifty paces away from the militia line, fell in large numbers at once.

"Everyone spread out. The second line of defense began to fight. At this time, the Confucian scholar shouted loudly. said. Members of his artillery team pushed heavy guns out of their artillery positions.

While the other men with rifles were shooting at this time, they began to retreat, and they were advancing towards the second line of defense set up behind.

"Woo." The slaves saw that the Qin people's defenses were loosening. The most ferocious offensive was immediately launched.

"Buzz." Saying that, a slave man in the prime of life flew towards the Qin people with a big axe in his hand.

"Buzz." A bang. The axe accurately hits a player wielding a makeshift militia flag.

"Retreat." More Qin people were in retreat at this time.

"Retreat." The Qin people shouted loudly. People are attacking the next line of defense.

"Bang. Bang. "The other militiamen standing in the attic began to provide them with the necessary fire cover. But there are just too many enemies. And the attack is extremely ferocious. It was difficult for the Qin people to resist such a sharp attack in a short period of time.

"Ahh The militiaman, who had been hit by the axe, fell to the ground. After the Confucian saw it. Quickly pick up the battle flag. Swing it high.

"Fighting. We're going to keep fighting. Kill these barbarians. The elegant Confucian man shouted so. This is beyond people's imagination.

"Bang. Bang. "Seeing the battle flag wave again. The militiamen picked up their rifles and began to fight.

"Woo." But little by little, the slave front was still approaching the second line of defense built by the militia.

"Bang bang." A young man opened fire with a pistol in his hand in succession. His rifle was too late to reload due to the rapid approach of the enemy.

"Damn it. They are approaching us. The young man was starting to panic.

"Don't be afraid. Keep fighting. A man in the prime of life shouted. He was encouraging his men to keep fighting.

"Bang." The bullets kept coming out.

"No more." The young man was still a little frightened when he saw the slave rushing to the front. If it's a simple shot. They don't feel anything. But the enemy rushed to the front. When fighting with a bayonet. So. This is the time for courage to test.

Face the test of courage. The young man was a little scared.

"We're going to have to retreat to the back." As he spoke, the young man began to run behind with his weapon.

"Damn it, don't run away. We also need to keep fighting. The man shouted.

But the young man had already run to the back.

"Retreat." In desperation. The middle-aged men also had to retreat. And shout loudly. Let the people behind follow.

"Retreat." This is how the militia fought, and they built so many improvised fortifications for defensive operations. They use the rifles used to shoot. After killing the slave mob. He immediately retreated. Then they retreated to the next line of defense. Then the slaves approached and immediately retreated.

It's this retreating style of play. The slaves who beat were helpless. Often, a few steps forward for slaves came at a great cost. They're rarely able to rush in quickly.

Because slaves are not regular troops. They don't have iron discipline. There is a great deal of arbitrariness in the way of warfare. So. Slaves after losing a lot of people in a row. The morale of the army began to be unstable. To save lives. Only after saving one's life can one keep the fruits of victory after robbery. Therefore, after encountering setbacks, they slowly lose their will to fight. In the end, the fight was over. Although there were aggressive Huns and Huns. But their nature is profit-seeking. In the absence of interest. None of them were willing to sacrifice their lives.

Just when the slave offensive was gradually curtailing. Not far away, the Qin infantry was spreading out their formation.

"Machine gun preparation." The captain shouted.

"Mortars. Rapid fire. Begin. The captain shouted.

"Bang. Boom. Boom. "Three mortars opened fire quickly.

"Woohoo." Cannonballs whizzed down. The slaves hadn't noticed the situation on this side.

"Machine gun fire." The captain shouted.

"Boom. Rumble. "The shells hit the ground quickly. Explode fire in the midst of the slave crowd.

"Sudden thud. Sudden protrusions. The machine gun fired swiftly at the slave. A large number of slaves were slaughtered as if they were harvesting wheat.

"Woo." The slaves were beaten at once. The Qin army was right behind them. They were beaten hard. And then. The slaves were in chaos.