In the afterglow of the setting sun, a thousand soldiers and horses came to ten miles east of Sinan Mansion with firearms.

They drove their horses to send the cannon to the hillside, looked at the neatly arranged camp tents in the distance, and the leader officer gave an order, and the three guns with extremely long barrels made a loud noise at the same time.

When everyone in the barracks heard the sound, they thought it was thunder, and they didn't think much about it until someone shouted "Invincible General", and the soldiers began to panic.

The general does not refer to a certain general, but the name of the artillery, not every cannon is qualified to be called a general, it must have both range, accuracy, and power to be called this title.

Due to the loss of craftsmanship, the "Great General Cannon" of the entire dynasty is no more than ten full, and the value is not less than the equivalent weight of silver, which will not be used easily unless the society is in danger.

The last time it was used was more than ten years ago, the emperor was still alive, there were rioters who robbed a city, intending to negotiate terms with the imperial court, and the local generals directly moved out the general cannon, and the two cannons smashed the thick city gate.

Firearms thus re-entered the public eye, and the Son of Heaven ordered the reorganization of the artillery in the treasury of the Ministry of Works, but due to poor preservation, it was long since it was finished, and only a few scattered in the hands of the garrisons in various places remained.

The unfortunate Ministry of Labor Shangshu was punished and demoted to the size of a sesame mung bean, and was responsible for oiling and removing rust from firearms.

After this incident, the name of the general's cannon was known, and everyone knew about it, so that now they heard it and rushed to flee in all directions to find cover.

This is an open area, there is not even a single extra tree, and when the army is in a hurry, the first projectiles are approaching, and the accuracy is not good, and they are all blown up in the field next to it.

The general on the hillside frowned and said to a fat man:

"Why did you miss?"

"General, it's a pure mistake, this thing hasn't been used by my subordinates, you give me another chance."

"There aren't many projectiles, if you waste any more, I'll stuff you in the barrel."

"Yes, yes, yes."

The subordinates hurriedly and carefully debugged, and after a while, straightened up and said:

"Okay, it's okay to keep it this time."

The three guns fired another salvo, this time with excellent accuracy, and all of them fell in the barracks, and the soldiers who had been fortunate to have escaped were immediately blown up.

"Fuck, why are these bastards firing at us?"

Sima Chengguang crawled out of the dirt pit, spat out a mouthful of spit, and cursed.

He was lucky, he was far away from the landing point of the cannonball, only to be turned off by Yu Wei, and the whereabouts of the blue tassel gun in his hand were unknown.

Sima Kuan lay on the ground, looking at the east hillside with a gloomy face:

"I'm afraid that the ordnance that supports us has been taken away by the king of Wu."

"Wasn't he beaten back into the city?"

"King Wu's plan is farther than we thought, and failing to keep him is my biggest mistake."

"What now?"

"There are not many people on the hillside, at best there are only a thousand, Cheng'er, you bring 5,000 people to besiege it, and I will lead people to attack the city, even if the cost is greater, we must solve the trouble."

"Yes."

……

When the father and son made a plan, the city was not idle, and the king of Wu put on his horse again, and the gold-patterned knife pointed directly at the outside of the city:

"Brothers, success or failure is here, follow me out of the city and win Sima and his son."

Compared with the previous 50,000 horses, there were 20,000 more militiamen in the crowd at this time, they were dressed plainly, and the weapons in their hands were only some sticks, sickles, hoes and other agricultural tools, so they had to go to the battlefield for the sake of their wives and children.

King Wu once made it clear in public that if he was defeated this time, he would not leave the city until the last bit of rice and noodles were consumed, and there was not a single soldier left, and the people in the city would be eaten by their sons, and the entire Sinan Mansion would be turned into a dead city, and the court would be considered victorious.

Wang Zhaoqi wants a good reputation, but he doesn't give it, even if he dies, he has to disgust the other party, this kind of bad idea of giving birth to a son without an asshole naturally comes from Guan Xuanzai.

In the crowd, Wang Yijing stood on his horse, looked back at the people who dared to be angry and did not dare to speak, and said with a heartless smile:

"Mr. Guan, if the prince wins the throne one day, he is bound to kill a few heroes to make the people angry, and you will definitely be the first one at that time."

Confucius was not frightened by his words, and said with a pleasant expression:

"Strategists count people's hearts and the world, but few count their own, Guan is just the opposite, since the day he decided to follow the prince, he has been ready to die, and isn't there General Wang on the Huangquan Road?"

"Haha, that's a good point, but I don't have any intention of dying, at least this time I can't do the dirty work for others and then be thrown away like before."

After the young man finished speaking, he drove his horse in the direction of the city gate, and as he was advancing, he drew the golden gun on the side of the horse, and said to himself:

"Last time, I left you behind in a hurry, and this time you and I are advancing and retreating together."

The gates opened, and a figure rode out.

……

The artillery fire was flying, and the flesh and blood could not resist the torrent of steel after all, and one by one the projectiles exploded in the crowd, disrupting Sima Kuan's deployment again and again.

Ten miles away on the east side, Sima Chengguang led 5,000 light horsemen to rush to the foot of the mountain, and before he could attack, a burst of smoke rose from the hillside, and nearly 100 projectiles poured down, until someone was shot, and the sound of crackling fire sounded in his ears.

"Don't say it, these old antiques are far and accurate, no wonder the Ministry of Industry has always hidden treasures."

Fu Ling handed the firearm in his hand to his subordinates, took a loaded one, and raised his gun again to the bottom of the mountain.

How happy they were, how aggrieved they were at the bottom of the mountain, 300 firearms simply pressed 5,000 people to the point that they couldn't raise their heads, and wave after wave of continuous fire did not give them a chance to breathe.

The young man was ruthless, rushed out from behind the boulder, and pointed his gun at the top of the mountain:

"Charge with me and annihilate this group of rebels and thieves."

Everyone held their breath in their chests, and their eyes were red, and they rushed to the top of the mountain with their knives on their horses.

5,000 cavalry formed a line and circled the hillside, reducing the possibility of being hit and cutting off the enemy's retreat.

Fu Ling on the mountain was still not flustered, and with a wave of his hand, the soldiers carried out several heavy wooden boxes, and the boxes were full of iron lumps.

"To resist the enemy, it is advisable to use fire and thunder..."

Fu Ling muttered in a low voice, the corners of his mouth provoking a smile.

The soldiers took out the fire thunder and lit the torches, and when the five thousand light horsemen rushed to the mountainside, they lit the fuses one after another, and threw their arms downward.

This method was not created by Fu Ling, but from the "Yan Art of War" written by a general of the dynasty hundreds of years ago, and there are only a few fragments left until now, although the content is simple and straightforward, but it is extremely effective, because it is too precious to say that some of the words are not easy to understand.

For example, "If the enemy raises a country's soldiers to attack, it is advisable to use Zhao Swordsman, and you can retreat from the enemy without spending a single soldier."

Later generations speculated a lot about the "Zhao Swordsman", some said it was an assassin, some said it was an envoy, and finally guessed that this person might be the legendary sword god Zhao Zhiyi through the historical scrolls.

Although the puzzle is solved, these warriors still don't understand, why does a general who marches and fights and licks blood from the edge of his sword believe in these non-existent legends of ghosts and gods?

…… (End of chapter)