The Tubo cavalry, who was riding on a horse and rushing down rapidly, saw that the * soldiers in front of them were actually holding bamboo poles in their hands, and they were a little funny, and they thought in their hearts that they were using bamboo poles to deal with the cavalry.

* The soldiers stood in pairs, one standing and one squatting, squatting as if they were holding something in their hands and approaching the bamboo pole, and did not even put a shield in front of them, looking like they were waiting to be cut down. The Tibetans had already begun to draw their bows and arrows, and arrows flew past the ears of the soldiers, and shouts of "ah", "my feet" and "my arms" came from time to time in the procession. However, the military order was not issued, and no one dared to make a move.

Within 200 steps, * do not move; Within one hundred and fifty steps, * do not move; Within one hundred and twenty paces, not only the archers were anxious, but even Li Wentong could see the heads and faces of the Tibetan soldiers, and the officers in command still did not give orders, and when the smell of the Tubos seemed to be smellable, the long-awaited order of the soldiers finally came down:

"Shoot!"

The Tibetan cavalry, who rushed ahead, saw the soldier squatting on the ground and lit a thin thread under the bamboo pipe, so they hurriedly ran back. The cavalrymen were wondering what would be in the bamboo pipe when they saw a flash of fire from the front of the bamboo pipe, and then heard a loud "bang".

A platoon of horsemen rushing in front fell from their horses as if they had suddenly hit a wall. The scene was chaotic. The Tubo cavalry behind did not slow down at all, but only controlled the direction of the war horse and accelerated the charge. Then, a second flame was lit up again.

The master on horseback suddenly fell, and many of the galloping horses stopped in amazement, not knowing what had happened. Immediately afterward, the third round of fire reaped another piece of life.

The remaining dozens of Tibetan cavalry used spurs to tie the frightened war horses, brandished weapons, and rushed down with red eyes, this time, the * soldiers holding bamboo pipes had already retreated to the rear of the formation, and the last cavalry was greeted by Xingzhi Qiang's crossbow.

There were still a few well-ridden cavalrymen who entered the formation, wielding sabers and killing several crossbowmen, but the difference between the stopped cavalry and the dead was that they could breathe. The cavalry, who had thought that they could stir up a strong storm, only splashed a few small waves, and the water quickly returned to calm.

Hundreds of cavalry didn't even touch the corners of the enemy's clothes, so they lost their lives, this is not the way for a man to die, the Tubo soldiers on the mountain were dumbfounded, and seemed to be able to see the expressions of disbelief and unwillingness of their comrades who fell to the ground. The scene is really weird and makes people's hearts stop.

When the * soldiers who had recovered their formation advanced towards the hill with bamboo pipes in their hands, the defense line of the Tibetan army collapsed instantly. Not knowing who took the lead, the Tibetan soldiers scrambled over the low wall and fled higher. On the original battlefield of the Tibetan army, banners and weapons were lost. Of course, those who fled back may not be able to survive, and the angry guards stood beside the warlords.

The first line of defense of Nanshan Fort was easily broken through. Don't talk about the Tubo people, even Li Wentong can't believe his eyes. Li Wentong shouted:

"Someone, call me the head of the spearman just now."

A small officer, dressed in the uniform of a Guards lieutenant, followed the herald and walked towards Li Wentong without hurry. When he came to the front, he clasped his hands into fists and saluted:

"The last general, Wang Wu, see the festival marshal."

Li Wentong hadn't asked yet, and Ryosuke Noshi, who had just arrived at the front line, couldn't wait to ask:

"Hmm, General Wang, what kind of gun is the weapon used by your department?"

Wang Wu's voice was not as calm as his appearance, and the pride inside could be heard from miles away. Wang Wudao:

"General Hui, what our army uses is a new weapon invented by His Majesty, His Majesty calls it a musket, the name of the ordnance supervisor is called Xingzhi musket, and the brothers in the army call it a divine musket. This is the first time that the Divine Musket has been on the battlefield. ”

Noshiryo said:

"No wonder, I said why I've never seen it, uh, the handsome is really, such a good weapon is placed in front of him without saying a word, which makes us worry for so long."

Li Wen Channel:

"Hugh wants to say that you, general, even Ben Shuai doesn't know how powerful this guy is. General Wang took his musket team to my control, but it has only been more than a month, and the practice on weekdays is different from that of the battlefield, but today I saw it in actual combat, and there is a number. General Wang, why did you just put the enemy within a hundred paces before you ordered the fire? And why are the soldiers divided into three columns? ”

Wang Wudao:

"This is all taught by His Majesty. His Majesty said that the power of this firearm could only be brought into play if the enemy was brought closer. The reason for the division into three columns was that the enemy cavalry was fast, and the charging time of this assault musket was long, and each team only had time to order one, so as to prolong the firing time and kill more enemy troops. However, in today's situation, it seems that the three columns are a little less, and a few more columns will not bother the other brothers. ”

Wang Wu's left majesty and right's majesty made Li Wentong a little suspicious. Li Wentong asked:

"Shicai saw that General Wang was solid, walking around with the wind, very much like a practicing family, I don't know if the guess is accurate?"

Wang Wudao:

"Jie Shuai Mingjian. The last general was transferred to the Guards as a guard beside His Majesty in Daming Palace, and was favored by His Majesty to become the captain of the musket team. ”

He whispered, but Li Wentong's back was full of cold sweat. Li Wentong secretly thought in his heart:

"It's a good thing that I didn't say what I was going to transfer him to be my personal soldier lieutenant just now, otherwise it would have been a capital crime."

In a daze, he didn't even have time to ask what he wanted to ask about the training of the musket team and the advantages and disadvantages of the battle, but he just hastily encouraged Wang Wu and the soldiers of the musket team, and let Wang Wu return to the camp with the whole team.