The Chengtian army outside the Feiyu Pass all retreated, and the morale of the Beihai generals stationed in it was high. In particular, the soldiers of the artillery division have become the objects of invitation from the rest of the armies.

"Brother, your cannon is too evil. My grandson stood on the wall and saw hundreds of shells, but I didn't expect these hundreds of shells to cause such terrifying lethality, just disposing of those corpses was so tired that I couldn't get up for a day. To tell you the truth, after 20 years of being a soldier, this is the first time I have seen our own artillery in Beihai. More than 10 years ago, I went to Montenegro with the army commander to conduct military exercises. I saw that above the Black Mountain, there were artillery erected by the Song army everywhere. But even if a hundred guns are fired, the power is not as powerful as ours pervert. You've killed hundreds of thousands of people in this shelling. My goodness, after those black fireballs fell, the whole Flying Fish Pass shook the ground, and the little hearts of the whole brothers fluttered. ”

"Old Sun, our divine artillery division usually doesn't come out to breathe, and it's tightly hidden. It is now that the situation has really deteriorated to put us in handy. I'll just say one thing, I don't understand the function of the black-clothed cannon, but that cannonball is only 80 catties! And the Song army's cannonball is only 10 catties. Moreover, according to our Ice Lord, these cannons and shells made by Mumen are not ordinary, and the black-clothed cannons alone require twenty people to move them after each dismantling. So, we will only have 20 people for each cannon, which is too hard to shoot one cannon. The officer and soldier of the artillery division said carefully.

"Hehe, you really can't do it, you can only shoot one shot!" Many veterans let out a knowing * laugh, and they all showed "you know" expressions.

"Fuck your sister, be serious, if you don't accept it, go and shoot it yourself!" the officers and soldiers of the artillery division scolded with a smile.

And just as the soldiers of Feiyu Pass were celebrating, Bai Hui was staying in a big room in the pass, looking at a dusty Beihai officer in front of him with a sad expression.

On May 5, 1215, Xie Zi'an, the commander of the 3rd Regiment of the 527th Division of the 58th Army, led his subordinates to finally come to the Feiyu Pass under the Crescent River Valley. When Bai Hui heard the news, he hurriedly took Xie Zi'an to his residence, and learned from him about the atrocities of the Chengtian army in Suizhou.

Bai Hui was greatly mourned when he heard this, and after comforting Xie Zi'an, he hurriedly ordered someone to send the news back to the rear. At the same time, Bai Hui ordered his own guard troops to escort Xie Zi'an and his subordinates to Beihai City, and personally reported the matter to King Haitian. At the same time, Xie Zi'an, who escaped death, also returned a very important piece of information, that is, the commander of the Seventh Army, Sun Yaoguang, led tens of thousands of Northern Navy troops to withdraw into the fortress of Xiewang Mountain, and is currently besieged by hundreds of thousands of enemy troops.

"Now that Yaoguang is trapped in Xiewang Mountain, how can this be good? Although the Shangdang Legion has been severely damaged by our army, there are still millions of people blocked in the Caoyizhou Valley. Besides, this black-clad cannon cannons can't be moved if they want to. After learning that Sun Yaoguang was trapped in Xiewang Mountain, although Bai Hui was very anxious, there was nothing better to do.

Two days later, the scout cavalry of the Northern Navy discovered that the Chengtian camp in Caoyi Valley had turned white overnight. Curious, a reconnaissance unit directly belonging to Bai Hui "easily" approached the camp of the Shangdang Legion. After approaching the camp, I only listened to the mourning and music in the whole barracks, and the white cloth could be seen everywhere, fluttering in the wind, and even mixed with a lot of ugly cries, which was very harsh. The commander of the reconnaissance battalion at the head clearly saw a white cloth with words written in front of the camp of the Shangdang Legion, on which were written twelve big characters: "Imperial Marshal Chahe does not spend the ages of heroic spirits!"

"Obediently, could it be that the commander of the enemy army was directly killed by the cannon of our artillery division? This news must be reported to the commander of the regiment immediately!" The commander of the reconnaissance battalion made this great discovery and decided to return as soon as possible to report it.

ps: I still owe everyone three watches last week, but this week is still very busy, and it is estimated that it can't be made up, so Lyra has to classify it as a historical owe more. After February, the magic lyre will usher in a real battle, and during the Spring Festival, Lyra will adjust his body, mind and emotions in order to explode his own small universe with all his might.