In the era of alternating hot and cold weapons, swords, guns, and armor will be slowly suppressed by firearms and artillery over time, until they are completely eliminated by the era.

This is the inevitable development of the times.

Thermal weapons are also average, and every small step of technological progress will change the pattern of a weapon system, and those who cannot keep up with the times will be discarded in the big waves.

At this moment, on the blood-stained Luoliang Mountain, the first hot weapon duel belonging to Luoliang Mountain kicked off.

Luoliangshan's self-developed artillery game has more than 200 years of artillery inheritance in the Ming Dynasty.

The artillery at the foot of the mountain fired a round of iron bullets, and the iron bullets slammed into the greenhouses after drawing an arc, and the momentum was amazing, and the greenhouses fell down and the dust was flying.

The cannon roared, the fire was dazzling, and the smoke was shrouded.

Halfway up the mountain, the small artillery team of Luoliang Mountain, which had been prepared, was also waiting for Jia Hu's order.

Artillery against artillery.

"Bombard the other party's artillery for me first." Jia Hu glared and roared through gritted teeth.

At the sound of an order, on the left and right, one artillery carriage each began to prepare.

Each artillery carriage was equipped with four people.

Two people turned the muzzle, one looked for the cannon coke after aiming at the scale, and kept reaching out to command, and the other person began to follow the gunner's command after the direction of the muzzle stabilized, and quickly rotated the wheel on the gun carriage, and the rotation of the wheel made the muzzle begin to slowly adjust at the vertical angle.

And then it all stopped.

"No. 2 excitation ammunition, No. 3 shell." The order was given by the commander of the artillery carriage.

After one person has loaded the excitation ammunition, the other then reloads the shell at the muzzle, the gunner still aiming at the scale, and the last man takes out a strange little object and waits by the fuse.

The small object used for ignition has a strange shape and a large palm. This is a specially designed earthen lighter by Tang Xidong, with gears, flint and cotton silk soaked in fire oil.

"Ignite, launch!" After the gunner gave the order, he hid behind the run.

The artilleryman with the lighter came up, lit the flame of the earthen lighter, lit the fuse of the fuse, and then quickly hid to the side.

"Bang!"

Two cannons rang out, and two fires on both sides of the mountain road lit up, and the two cannons shot out and shot down the mountain.

Two seconds later, two flames lit up at the foot of the mountain, followed by a violent explosion.

At the moment when the cannon was discharged, at the foot of the mountain, the officers and soldiers who were loading heard the sound of the cannon, and subconsciously looked up, and there was a fire on the mountainside, and then the sky smashed black shells.

Bandits have artillery?

Whether it was the officers and soldiers guarding the artillery or Zuo Guangxian, the first thought was surprise, and then subconsciously dodged.

However, for these officers and men who are familiar with artillery operations, in fact, the fear is far less than ordinary people imagine.

Because no one is more familiar with the artillery of the Ming era than they are.

Because no one can accurately hit the target after the first shell is fired.

There was no Ming Dynasty as a whole, and the real meaning of the first shot was to test fire, looking for the foothold of the shells.

They can't do it, let alone this group of bandits, what if they have artillery, it's just two old cannons that they snatched from nowhere.

The cannonball can't be smashed accurately, even if the blind cat hits the dead mouse?

It's just an iron bullet, at most it's just an artillery cannon, and it's all right if you dodge.

Five cannons, covering an area no more than the size of a room, both Zuo Guangxian and the gunner only subconsciously flashed a few steps to the side after being surprised, and then did not move.

Then, the flames lit up overhead, like fireworks, accompanied by a violent shock wave and roar.

And then, it's all gone.

Scattered fragments of stumps and five cannons overturned by the shock wave.

The iron armor on Zuo Guangxian's body has been shattered into sections, although the whole person is protected by armor, but after the cannonball exploded, after falling to the ground and rolling, his body has been pierced with thousands of holes, and there is no sound.

One shot was fatal, and after two shots, the artillery of the officers and men was completely lost, and the entire field was covered with corpses that were completely unrecognizable and difficult to preserve.

"Well played! Just like this, hit him and my mother hard. Jia Hu, who had been staring closely at the opponent's artillery position, saw the tragic scene clearly for the first time.

Then he laughed loudly, and the anger in his heart was finally vented, and the blood feud of the dead company members was released under these two cannons.

Dozens of rounds were fired every day, day after day, and the Luoliangshan artillery team, which had mastered the artillery launch, finally lived up to Tang Xidong's hard work, as well as their blood and sweat that had been practiced day by day, and the huge manpower and material resources they had expended.

The artillery exploded, and the officers and men roared.

But the Luoliangshan artillery squad on the hill did not give the other side time to react.

Ten artillery guns fired a salvo, five landing bombs, five mid-air explosives.

After a round of artillery was fired, a large number of officers and soldiers were scattered in all directions like wheat straw swept up by a gale, lying on the ground.

The mountain road was narrow, the officers and soldiers were concentrated, and nearly 30% of the 3,000 officers and soldiers were killed or wounded.

The tragic scene of hell on earth made all the officers and soldiers lose their fighting spirit at once, and they were overwhelmed by infinitely magnified horror.

The rout erupted in an instant.

The officers and soldiers who fled down the mountain like a tidal wave were mixed with all kinds of cries.

But this was followed by another burst of shells, which landed at the foot of the hill where the officers and soldiers had fled, and after tearing one piece into pieces again, it also cut off the escape route of the officers and soldiers.

The two rounds of shelling completely cut off the way of life for the officers and men.

Eyes full of stumps and broken arms, blood-stained mountain roads, moans, crying, and some people were frightened crazy.

With a sound of the weapon falling to the ground, the figure knelt on the ground.

The surviving officers and soldiers fell to their knees one after another.

"King, don't fight, we surrender, we surrender!" Crying resounded on the mountain road.

Halfway up the mountain, the artillerymen looked at the scene below the mountain, and immediately lost what to do, and looked at Jia Hu.

"What are you doing in a daze? Continue to fry it for Lao Tzu. Jia Hu angrily kicked at the gunner beside him, roaring loudly.

Not long ago, the scene of the slaughter of the team members on the city wall was still vivid, and my heart was still dripping blood.

"Company commander, the military advisor expressly forbids the killing of prisoners." A guard whispered a careful reminder behind him.

Jia Hu turned around suddenly, his round eyes were full of coldness, and the guards hurriedly lowered their heads.

Jia Hu's face was cloudy, and in the end, he kicked the gun carriage viciously, and gave up in frustration.

Indeed, Tang Xidong is not a person who kills indiscriminately, and as the spiritual pillar of the cottage, Tang Xidong's words are a holy decree for everyone, even if Jia Hu wants to blow all the officers and soldiers under the mountain to pieces at this moment, but he still does not dare and is unwilling to disobey Tang Xidong's will.

"Tie up all these miscellaneous pieces to Lao Tzu, strip off his clothes, don't give him food or drink, and concentrate on detaining them." Looking coldly, full of officers and soldiers kneeling on the ground begging for mercy, Jia Hu took a deep breath and tried to suppress the anger in his heart.

Handing over the surrendered officers and soldiers to the company members, Jia Hu took the others back up the city wall to prepare to treat the wounded.

It's a pity that all the members of the company lying on the city wall have been turned into corpses, and everyone has a fatal kill on their bodies, in addition to the wounds hit by the fire guns.

Looking at the corpses that were carried down from the city wall, Jia Hu lowered his head, and the tears in the corners of his eyes couldn't be controlled.

These people are all old people in the cottage, and they see that the days are getting better and better under the leadership of the military advisor, but it is a pity that the homeless people who have just stolen a stable side from the troubled times died in this sudden attack tonight.

No one wants to die, everyone wants to live a good life.

However, in this world, there are always people who will extinguish the hope of others to live.

The officers and soldiers of the Ming Dynasty can kill the rebels, bandits, and homeless people at will by relying on a piece of military order, but no one will care about these people, but they are forced to be helpless and can't survive.

Some people's lives are valuable, sitting in the imperial city to control the life and death of thousands of people, and some people's lives are not valuable, trying to find a good hope, but I don't know that one day they will starve to death, die of thirst, freeze to death, be hacked to death by others at will, and have no place to bury them.