Those gray-green square boxes rushed through a short five kilometers at a terrifying high speed that was impossible for the cavalry to reach, almost to the bottom of the city wall, at this time, the new captain who defended the city reacted, and hurriedly shouted and ordered his subordinates to fire the bed crossbow (lift the crossbow), and at the same time prepare the rolling wood and fire oil, but it was useless, the gray-green square box was still the last hundred meters away from the city wall, the rolling wood and stone could not be thrown so far, and the oil could not be thrown at such a long distance, and the thick crossbow arrow shot at the surface of the tank, it was really not even a little patent leather rubbed off。

The tanks braked en masse, banning like the most elite troops, and then the billowing smoke and dust behind them dispersed, revealing an entire phalanx.

The tanks of the entire phalanx raised their gun barrels slightly, and that fine-tuned action was only the most extreme and ruthless despair in the eyes of Nano Wugu.

He knew that he was dead, even though he was still standing at the head of the city, but he knew that he was dead, and in fact raising the flag was really the last thing he did in his life.

The flames and smoke erupted from the muzzles of the cannons, and the sound was as loud as the heavens and the earth were falling apart, and the world was gone, and Nano Wugu only felt a doomsday-like tremor under his feet, followed by a terrible feeling of weightlessness.

He fell from the rammed earth wall, and the rammed earth wall under his feet had completely disappeared, and the widest and thickest wall facing the enemy army had completely disappeared.

At the last moment of his life, he learned why the enemy used these boxes to storm the city walls, because there was no wall in front of these boxes, and even if they were, they could be turned into no walls.

The last feeling in Nano Wugu's life is that his body is hot.

A shell exploded in his chest, and he flew in pieces, shattering along with the people around him. Behind the walls he guarded, the urn was empty, and the walls around it were filled with people, bows, crossbows, and cannons, but they didn't make any sense.

Before the tank cluster started again, an ominous black shadow appeared in the sky, the black shadow looked small, but it was actually very large, and the black shadow was the A10 gunboat that Yinchen had prepared in Gusu City a long time ago.

The condescending barrage strafed down, directly breaking the people and weapons on the city wall into a mess, especially igniting the fire oil, causing an irrepressible fire on the city's head. The tank phalanx took advantage of this chaotic opportunity, the track turned, roared and started, and the cannon let out a continuous roar, and actually directly blew up the side wall of half of the urn city together with the front wall of the inner city and the walled gate into pieces.

The rammed earth city wall defends the cavalry charge, and the effect of the infantry attack is very good, but once it is bombarded by blasting shells, it immediately turns into ash. The walls of Pershing could not withstand the bombardment of the Franco, let alone the rammed earth walls.

The steel tracks crumbled and flew the rubble, crushing over the flesh and blood that had not had time to cool, and many people who were still half of their bodies struggled to emit an ice-blue battle stream, but the blue ice could not defeat the red flames, and the gray steel body, the terrifying steel heavy armor, like the front line of the invincible iron horseman, roared and crushed everything, crashed and knocked over, and smashed the whole world, completely and completely unreasonably rushed into the core area of the first battalion.

It's already a mess there.

The Ironclad Chariot's charging route is completely straight, with no roundness to speak of. Straight line charge is the cavalry's favorite charging route, the shortest, the most direct, the speed can also be maintained in the maximum state, but even the Jianzhou iron cavalry will never dare to go all the way forward when attacking the city, not to talk about detours and tactics, that will only crash to death on the city wall, after all, the men and horses conjoined chain mail and copper-headed iron guns can not hit the rammed earth city wall.

But tanks can, not to mention rammed earth walls, even red brick walls, and tanks with cannons can also make a hole big enough to pass through easily. Different weapons have long had different tactics, and different tactics have long had different war concepts and national consciousness. Even if the Jianzhou slaves lose badly, they are the first iron horsemen in Fengyuan, and they lose not because of courage and military literacy, but because of the will to fight, what they lose is the generation difference......

For example, now, although the elite iron cavalry in the inner city was chaotic for a while, almost all of them rushed out of the ruins of the city wall after clearing their minds and adapting to the roar of the tanks, almost all of them.

Those who rode horses forced the poor horses to rush to the enemy line with the flow of war, and those who did not ride summoned the spirit of war to jump up, and the knight's gun was mistaken to launch a decisive charge. The golden flash of the forbidden technique that burned flesh and blood lit up all over the place, and even the moment most of the battle spirits pounced down, the soul beast screamed and exploded with its master......

But the tanks stood still, unstoppable, cannons roaring to knock ice and blood away, tracks spinning to chew bones and iron spears. It was a tragic final charge, and it didn't stop a single vehicle.

The gunboat plane had left gloomily at some point, and it seemed that he couldn't bear to witness the tragic scene, Yang Wudi, who was sitting in the command car, did not see the whole battlefield, and only the figure of the enemy commander was in his commander's mirror, but he rotated the periscope round and round, and still did not occupy the so-called commander.

Zhao Guangyi, who was in command in the rear, looked at the bloodline forbidden technique permeating the entire battlefield, the battle spirit blew itself up, and even the Chosen Spear, he shook his head helplessly, his expression did not change from beginning to end, and he didn't seem to be moved at all by those who charged towards the impossible. "A mighty army is not as good as a civilized army, no matter how brave they are in the face of a strong enemy, the barbarian troops who like to slaughter cities should be punished by civilization. This is Zhao Guangyi's thoughts at this time, he has never had the slightest sympathy for the slaves in Jianzhou, he has never had it, whether it is the brutality of whipping corpses in Tongguan, or the return of his wife's blood and tears, or the tragic situation of Pershing's slaughter, these are all the pain of flesh and blood that he needs to bear for the rest of his life, just like Zhang Yating in Yinchen's heart.

At this time, Zhao Guangyi is the real iron-blooded true king.

"Hua cut the wind, take the infantry to touch it, and remove the obstacles. His order was cold, and Hua Chufeng's answer was as hard as a rock: "Roger!"

The infantry went up, Lei Jiu'er and his teammates were busy cleaning up the fighting spirits and the chosen guns that rushed over with point projectiles, and the decisive counterattack of Jianzhou Nu'er also ended not long after the military flag fell, and the entire battalion of 30,000 people was completely bombarded into a burning ruin without even launching a decent charge.

Three quarters of an hour before noon, the battle was over.

The silver-colored combat boots stepped on the land that still exuded a little heat, which was the original site of the Chinese army tent of the slaves of Jianzhou.

The silver-colored figure, in the sunlight close to noon, was still strangely not obvious, as if it was an assassin who deliberately hid himself. Around him, above the ruins of the vast inner city, knelt a huge rock dead silence of nearly a thousand people.

"There is also a limit to the will to fight of an army. This is the idea that the noble figure of silver color did not express at this time. Although the moment the inner city was collapsed by artillery, the 30,000 defenders of the city launched a decisive charge in the form of self-detonation of the battle spirit, but still did not recover the morale that quickly collapsed, when the artillery, howitzers and machine guns were intertwined into a fire net that could not be rushed, when the rocket artillery battalion carried out the third and fourth rounds of salvo, a wave of counter-charge like a trapped beast was quickly extinguished, and at the end of the battle, there were still a thousand people who did not have time to launch the forbidden art, of course, they did not need to launch any forbidden art.

When the 1,000 people were surrounded by tanks, they collectively knelt down and watched their commander draw their swords and kill themselves in front of the Chinese army's tent that burned into ruins.

Fighters and knights with war spirits cannot commit suicide with war spirits and battle streams, and must use a weapon made of cold iron, because if they attack themselves with standing soul power, any move they send will be swallowed by the war spirit.

After the change of heaven, whether it is in the south or the north, the generals and even the captains wear long swords or war swords, these weapons are not used to kill the enemy, but after being in a desperate situation, they can leave a decent ending for themselves.

This kind of decency does not only mean that you will not be caught by the enemy and tortured in the torture chamber, but also a ritual, a bloody surrender ceremony, just like the bloody enough Jiangmen duel in this world, the defeated side wants to surrender, not to hang a white weapon, but to commit suicide, or the subordinates to sacrifice the head or body of the main general.

Of course, as the oldest seeker in the slave path, how could the slaves of Jianzhou tolerate such a so-called "natural righteousness" that opposes their masters? As early as when they were developing offline, they implanted many secret and strange cover doors for their subordinates, "great talent slave locks" But one of them, when the main generals feel that they have lost the battle, they can activate these doors and force their men to do the same fearless charge as they just now.

And when they found that they no longer had any subordinates around them who could fight, they had two choices, one was to betray their higher-level superiors, secretly collaborate with the enemy, and exchange their subordinates as bargaining chips, and the other was that there were still some conscience generals in Jianzhou, and they would apologize for their crimes with death and win the survival of their subordinates.

"The Lord will die, but the enemy will not be killed. "This is the rule of warfare that has been around since the Third Dynasty, and it is one of the few war civilizations left in this world. From the beginning of the Third Dynasty to the current "restoration" of the Sixth Dynasty, the Southern Empire, almost all the dynasties that have become the masters of Pershing or other capitals recognized by the world, have silently abided by such rules, not to mention the army of the true king, even the army of the Yue Emperor has the practice of not killing and surrendering.

Therefore, when Yinchen stood here, standing in front of the last thousand people, looking down at the freshly fallen Jianzhou garrison at his feet, all combat behavior stopped, and the first battalion, a military city built of rammed earth with an urn city, had been completely destroyed by the southern "forbidden army", instead of occupied.

Under the scorching July sun, only the western half of the city wall barely stood at this time, and the rest of the city had long been reduced to a wasteland and pools of blood.

30,000 Jianzhou iron cavalry, without a decent charge, without a decent city defense, and even barely completed a few decent tactical deployments, were ruthlessly shot to less than 1,000 left, if according to the existing rules of war in the world, even if the knights cut 30,000 people with sabers, it would take several days.

Yinchen lowered his head and looked carefully at the enemy commander whose name he didn't know yet, although a commander who could lead 30,000 people was not a rare breed among the hundreds of thousands of Jianzhou Iron Cavalry, he was also a high authority and was worth a lot of money. The leader of 30,000 people wore a special Jianzhou style robe and chain mail combined with a battle robe, the chest and abdomen were protected by fine fish scale armor, and there was a thin layer of frost on it, and the two sleeves were soft and luxurious horseshoe sleeves lined with steel silk, and the hem was leather armor sewn with copper nails made of animal skin, in short, this style took into account both aesthetics and protection, and it was a very novel and unique style of clothing, but the head of his helmet was very ugly, bare, and there were two copper coin-sized buns combed on it, and the bun was like the tentacles of some mollusk that had been stretched, and was woven into a thin braid by black string, With his fall coiled on the ground, like a dead snake, this is the famous money rat tail, a sign of servility, a horizontal badge in the nest, it is said that the person who left the money rat tail braid, must be an insider in the civil war, a layman in the foreign war, and the most will pit his own people, and kneel and lick the leather boots of the foreign master. Such people deserve to be burned at the stake in the Vatican just like those "fine days".

But at this time, the person with such a rat's tail was willing to die generously for the 1,000 slaves under his command, even if he also had the factor of fear of death from the edict of the Jianzhou Slave Court, but Yinchen looked at his face, and it seemed that he couldn't connect him with some "great" slaughtering iron horse.

This commander, who can rule an elite army of 30,000, may not have lived for seventeen years from life to death, and he, judging from the fine fluff on his face, may only be the same age as Silver Dust.

Yinchen knew: "The generals of the Jianzhou tribe are selected based on the two criteria of birth and bravery, they may not be very proficient in military strategy, but they must be brave and fearless, because only brave and fearless people can lead an invincible iron cavalry that can hardly be resisted." Of course, around such a manager—"

"That's not right!" When Yinchen thought of this, he suddenly raised his head, his eyes were covered by the hood, and no one saw it, but Zhao Guangyi and Yang Wudi, who had caught up behind him, could sense something.

"What's wrong?" Zhao Guangyi asked gently, his tone full of calmness that faded away from the ups and downs of honor and disgrace.

"Where's the military advisor next to this guy?" Silver Dust pointed to his feet.

"Escaped. Yang Wudi's voice was very determined: " The lord humiliated the ministers and fled, although the Jianzhou slaves have always avoided this, but this point still happens normally, and is used by them, in the army of the Jianzhou slaves, there are overseers similar to us, but their overseers, that is, the master, are not in power, only give advice and report to the superiors, neither in power, nor responsible, the war was lost, they first abandoned the commander and left, and then went to the more senior big man, and then reported the battle situation, so that the characteristics of the enemy, the lessons of the main general's defeat, can be learned one by one, as for the main general, if you are defeated, you will die。 ”

"They're here to spy on the commander?"

"It's almost, but it's not as serious as we used to be, the overseers are in power, and the master general is like a puppet, and in fact, the master of the Jianzhou slave has a lot of decision-making authority, and of course the ability is also extraordinary. The...... Although it is not very famous, there is still some courage and strategy. ”

"Understood. Silver Dust took a step, and no one could see how he took this step, and he went directly past the fallen and dead general to the kneeling people.

"Can you tell me what you're fighting for?"

His voice spread evenly in the gradually hot air.