It was an indiscriminate massacre, with artillery fire raging across the mountains. The iron horsemen who flocked from all directions fell to the rocks in blood and fire, struggled and wailed in pain, and finally turned into cold corpses, which became the medals of the victors of this war.

Shapur did his best, and all the men who could be considered warriors by Kurd were sent to the meat grinder by him. It is just that the soldiers who hold lofty ideals are not capable of realizing the ideals in their hearts. All the warriors can be called warriors, and none of them face down the mountain, and all of them fall in the way of the charge! Even Shapu himself slept peacefully in the pile of corpses, continuing to chant prayers for the warriors in Heaven.

Suleiman's face had turned pale, and the sheer number of casualties had almost made him faint. More than half of the Ottoman troops have become numbers on the mountains, but the artillery fire of the Ming army is still firing tirelessly, and there is no sign of ammunition running out at all!

"It can't go on like this!" Suleiman roared at Ismaili, pointing at the lonely mountain under fire, and shouted, "My people are going to die!"

The muscles on Ismaili's face kept throbbing, and suddenly he roared loudly, "You think it's just your person dead? More than half of Lao Tzu's men and horses are also dead! War, this is war, understand? If you retreat now, all the sacrifices you have made in front of you will be in vain!"

"How long will it last? My people are about to die!"

Ismaili shook her head, "I don't know! But I know that only those who hold on for the last five minutes are qualified to taste victory!"

Suleiman was about to curse angrily, but the sound of the cannon stopped abruptly. Ismaili didn't care about saying two cool words, and immediately ordered: "Rush! All the reserves, all rush forward!"

The 75 mountain artillery ran out of shells, well, all the shells outside of a base number, and the suppression of the coalition forces was completely over. Looking at the corpses all over the mountains, Hua Houwei stretched his waist with satisfaction: "Okay! Very good! Prepare for the storm! In addition, the broadsword can be on. Tsk, with less belt, who the knew there was going to be such a big fight!"

Broadsword mines are typical anti-infantry mines, which have the characteristics of large killing area and strong power. Hua Houwei brought only thirty pieces this time, which were experimental products of the research institute to test their power on the battlefield.

While the enemy cavalry was still on the mountainside, the warriors quickly placed their broadsword mines in all directions, completely blocking the road leading to the hilltop position. All the Tempest heavy machine guns that were brought over, evenly distributed in four directions, awaited the order of the commander.

The 60 mortar has just hit the barrel red, so take this opportunity to wait for it to cool down. More than 10,000 soldiers of the Wing Army waited for the enemy's figure, intently observing the front of the position. The topography of this unknown mountain is very characteristic, like a grain hoard, the terrain is gentle from the top of the mountain to the mountainside, and the terrain from the mountainside to the foot of the mountain is also gentle, but the line of the mountainside is a ridge line with a small angle.

The reason why these light and heavy weapons did not participate in the battle in the early stage was because of the existence of this ridge line, which could not directly observe the enemy's traces and could not shoot accurately. Now that the performance is over, it's the turn of the Fire Phoenix and the Storm to speak!

Soon, the first figure instantly appeared on the ridge line, and bang! The soul chasing gun shot his head, and the war horse neighed, and he jumped up, dazed and at a loss, just lowered his head and licked the owner hanging on the stirrups. Bang bang! Da-da-da-da! The fire phoenix and the soul chasing gun rang out, and in the sound of gunshots like bursting beans, countless warriors who had just jumped on the ridge line fell off their horses. However, the countless Ottoman Safavid coalition soldiers rushed to the ridge line one after another, and with the fire speed of the fire phoenix, they couldn't even stop the surging crowd!

Niu Yaowu ordered with a calm face: "Storm, shoot!" Focus on the small artillery!"

Ismaili is not stupid, and the Tiger Zun cannon bought from Hua Houwei is just right for the current battlefield. Dozens of Tiger Zun cannons were placed on the ridge line, and before they could be fired, they were staggered by the large-caliber bullets fired by the storm.

However, the numerical advantage is also an advantage after all, and the Tiger Zun cannon still shot countless lead bullets, sweeping towards the position of the Wing Zhen Army! Poof! The Wing Army finally suffered casualties, and soldiers who were constantly shot were carried off their positions. But few of them were able to stop the medics, for no other reason, they were hit by the lead bullets fired by the Huzun cannon, and basically lost the need for healing.

"Grenade guns!" Cui Lao Er gave an order, and hundreds of thunderbolts rose into the air and landed desperately

Among the charging crowd, a bloody storm was set off. A lot of thunderbolts are aimed at the Tiger Zun cannon, although the accuracy is a little worse, but it has the advantage of terrain, even if it misses, it will roll down the mountain, it doesn't matter when it explodes, anyway, it will always take away the life of one of those ants in the black pressure crowd.

At this point, the Wing Zhen Army has basically exhausted its hole cards, and the rest depends on the will to fight of both sides and the determination of the commander. This time, Suleiman and Ismaili led their own elite troops, and even though more than half of them had suffered casualties, they still did not lack the courage to charge and fight, which shows their elite degree.

Seeing that the artillery of the Ming army had stopped, Suleiman stomped his feet and turned towards the assembly place in hatred. Ismaili is right, give up now, all sacrifices will be in vain. Now I can only grit my teeth and persevere, hoping that another Ming army will not come so soon.

Ismaili is actually not sure, but the temptation is too great, and the more casualties he suffers, the more he covets the secret proposed by the female cadre in the Ming Dynasty. The battle has been fought so far, and defeat is no longer allowed, so there is only one way to go to the dark! He silently unfastened his armor, this thing was completely useless in front of the hot weapon, and it also affected the movement, so he simply threw it away.

The ridge line was no longer there, completely covered by the corpses of people and horses, and became a wall of corpses, providing protection for the robe that continued to charge. The Tiger Venerable cannon mount on the corpse wall continued to spew flames, causing a small number of casualties to the Wing Commanders. After all, those mountaintop positions do not exist for no reason.

Hua Houwei held up the telescope and carefully observed, the Ottoman Safavid coalition army had occupied two-thirds of the lonely mountain, compressing the wing army within three kilometers of the top of the mountain. It was almost over, and Hua Houwei ordered again: "Seven or five mountain cannons, shoot out all the remaining shells!" The mortars are fired at full speed, and the enemy must be completely covered!"

Cannon is the god of war, and Napoleon admired it. The 75 mountain artillery and mortar were re-launched, and the flames instantly flooded the ground above the entire ridgeline!

Although Makqin is bulky, it is the sharpest infantry weapon at this stage, and compared with it, the Fire Phoenix is still far from it in terms of the continuity of firepower. Therefore, the enemy troops who rushed up were numerous, and they were constantly approaching the defense line of the wing army. But in the cannon fire in the sky, all became scattered parts in waves of shock waves.

Wang Zhi lay beside Hua Houwei and said loudly, "Lord, will you charge back?"

Hua Houwei shook his head: "No! Lao Tzu is about to shoot the target! That kid from Wan Songlin should be almost there, I hope he won't be too fast!"

Rumble! The broadsword thundered! Facing the foot of the mountain, countless steel balls carry powerful and incomparable kinetic energy, indiscriminately attacking all objects in their path. Everywhere he went, the blood mist was filled, and the screams were terrible. The steel balls are not large, but they are extremely penetrating, and all the enemies in front of the explosion are beaten into a sieve. The decaying steel balls burrowed into the bodies of the enemies behind them, becoming less deadly, but inflicting endless pain on the wounded.

The broadsword thunder strikes in a fan-shaped shape, and a single strike can sweep through enemies within 120 degrees. Although the penetration of steel balls is far inferior to bullets, it still brings huge casualties to the enemy. The broadsword mine can be high or low, and the soldiers who arranged the mines deliberately raised the height according to the characteristics of the enemy's cavalry, and as a result, there were basically no casualties on the horses, and the dead and wounded were all knights on horseback.

Hua Houwei's eyes lit up: "Okay! This is good! Damn, why didn't you think of that? How many more horses can I capture with this in the future?"

Ismaili lay on the ridged corpse wall, not too bloody, just lying there holding a telescope. The explosion of the broadsword thunder frightened him, but it also increased his confidence. One-trick pony! Ismaili felt that Hua Houwei had used the last resort, and although it worked, it also showed that there was no other card to play.

Sure enough, after this wave of broadsword thunder exploded, the Qiwu Mountain Cannon was really out of ammunition and completely stopped its roar. Only the mortars of the various departments of the Ming army are still firing, but they can no longer form the power of the mountains and seas! Ismaili yelled, "Raise the banner of Lao Tzu! Total Attack! Total Attack!"

When Suleiman saw Ismaili's move, he gritted his teeth and shouted, "Raise the Ottoman flag! Total Attack! Total Attack! No matter the cost!"

The Wing Army has about thirty percent of the Fire Phoenix, and the barrel has been replaced, and more than ten percent of the Fire Phoenix has been completely damaged, after all, metallurgy

The level cannot be compared with later generations, and being able to reach the current level is already the result of Hua Houwei's best efforts. As the gunfire of the Wing Army slowly thinned out, the Ottoman Safavid coalition finally saw a glimmer of light!

Only three of the eight Tempests are still firing, and the grenades have lost seven, seven, eight, eight. Cui Lao Er looked at the enemy troops under his feet and shouted, "Grenadier!" Thousands of thunderbolts flew into the sky and fell into the swarming enemy!

Rumble! Rumble! Countless explosions were linked, and countless figures twisted and struggled in the firelight. Up to now, many of the soldiers of the Ottoman Safavid coalition army have learned how to lie on the ground when they hear the explosion. Many of the soldiers simply abandoned their horses and bent over to charge with their scimitars. Although the action is slower, the battlefield survival rate is significantly enhanced. War is indeed the best catalyst, and countless classic tactical actions are all bought with life and blood.

Hua Houwei threw down the binoculars and walked to the back camp. Rockets are ready there! Fifty is nothing, especially this kind of rocket with primary lethality, the real power is really not too great, at best, it can withstand the power of three hundred Qiwu Mountain artillery shells.

Shout! Shout! Shout! Fifty rockets rose into the air with a terrible scream, and they plunged headlong into the wall of corpses made of life on the ridgeline!