Chapter 37: The Final Battle (Finale)
In the fireworks bursting from the muzzle, thousands of bullets, like a shadow, rushed by, densely crashed into the Dashun soldiers, the forging hammer repeatedly hammered and then heat-treated bullets, with off-string kinetic energy through the layers of iron armor, and then through the body of the old camp of Dashun.
In the dense screams, countless Dashun soldiers fell on the barbed wire.
Two thousand and sixty-five projectiles almost larger than peanuts hit the middle of the Dashun army in an instant like a storm, penetrating the shield and also penetrating the body of the Dashun soldiers, and the Dashun soldiers lined up in a dense offensive formation immediately collapsed like a wheat field about to be harvested suddenly encountered a strong wind, and the dense corpses were piled up into a terrifying corpse wall in the blink of an eye, and the layers of dead corpses flowed blood across the battlefield.
And the next moment, the thirty-six 105mm cannons that had already been loaded also roared again, and thirty-six shells swept across the Dashun army, followed by a salvo of two thousand rifle soldiers, and the cannonballs and rifles alternated in turn, constantly creating killings in the Dashun army, and the amount of firepower projection dominated the battlefield.
The Dashun soldiers, who were blocked by antlers and barbed wire, fell one by one in the blood under the two rounds of violent attacks in half a minute.
Until now, they hadn't killed a single backdropper.
Although the archers behind them were also throwing, the arrows shot in this way could not pass through the shield formation of the Beiwei army, let alone the heavy armor of the Beiwei soldiers!
Three minutes later, hundreds of thousands of Dashun soldiers collapsed.
The old camp of Dashun, which was mixed with the soldiers of Dashun, finally couldn't bear the fear in his heart.
They all turned around and tried to escape from this terrible hell, but the 40,000 Dashun old battalions that were pressed forward in their rear could not understand their fear.
In the face of the battlefield that spanned dozens of miles, the thirty-six cannons were missing after all, and the projectiles did not fall in the middle of the old camp of Dashun.
Pity those great soldiers, they had to step on the corpses of their companions and wail and continue to move forward.
Then came the third round of shelling, the fourth round of shelling, and when the 40,000 old battalion infantry of the Dashun army finally reached a short distance in front of the shield array, more than 5,000 people had fallen under the shell attack.
However, their nightmare had only just begun, for they suddenly found that it was impossible to remove the barbed wire fence in front of them, which was not only half-buried in the ground, but also connected by vicious iron wires with spikes in the middle, and unless they cut the wires, they would have to drag one of them.
Those old battalions of Dashun who were terrified in the center of the artillery bombardment had to stop and drive the Dashun soldiers to block the bullets, while looking at the shield wall in horror, worried about the falling shells, and had to do their best to deal with this ghost, and at this time, they were less than fifty meters away from the shield array.
And four miles behind the shield wall, twelve 150mm cannons were being reloaded.
In the very center of the armored artillery regiment, twelve majestic cannons raised their heads.
150mm cannon!
A cannon with a net weight of five tons!
Those artillerymen carefully worked together to load one spherical shell after another into the barrel, and then made the final aiming, with the order of Zhu Ronghua, the commander of the armored artillery regiment next to him, all the gunners immediately pressed the fire button, accompanied by the sound of tom, twelve spherical shells went straight into the sky, and behind these shells there were faint sparks and gunsmoke......
Twelve spherical 150mm shells dragged the fireworks burning with gunpowder in the woodpipe fuse, like twelve fireworks, straight into the sky, and suddenly fell after reaching the apex of the ballistic, and before Li Zicheng and his subordinates could react, they smashed into the middle of more than 30,000 Dashun old camps with a whistling sound.
The next moment, twelve flames exploded, and twelve large holes with a radius of tens of meters suddenly appeared on the ground, and the impact of the explosion and the splashing shrapnel instantly harvested the lives of the old camp of Dashun a hundred meters away.
The old camp of Dashun, which was originally located within the scope of the big cave, has all died without a body, and the old camp of Dashun, which is located in the center of the shelling, has even been partially vaporized!
Then the second round of shells fell.
Then the third round of shells fell.
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The remnants of less than 10,000 Dashun old battalions ignored the angry scolding of the archers behind them, screamed like madness and ran backwards, rushing down those covering archers, trampling them under their feet, and even rushing to the center of the Dashun army in a panic!
Li Zicheng angrily swung his sword and slashed those deserters with his own hands, and the 3,000 cavalry who were his personal guards also raised their spears and drove forward, trying to re-stabilize the formation, but everything was in vain, and the casualty rate of more than half completely destroyed the courage of the old camp of Dashun.
Those frightened Dashun infantry now only had the word escape in their minds, and Li Zicheng and his guards were exhausted and hard, but they could only watch the entire formation collapse like this.