The bronze sword in Zhou Hao's hand became more and more comfortable. He didn't kill people like Meng Tian's, knocking down several people with one sword. However, he killed enemies cleanly, and he could kill with one blow as long as he used the sword.
His police bulletproof shield is surprisingly useful here. It can block all attacks from minions. It is also about the same weight as a wooden shield and is very flexible.
But no matter how light it is, it will get tired after wielding it for a long time. At first, he was still counting how many Huns he had killed, but after counting to thirty, he lost interest.
If you capture one head, you can be named a first-level sergeant.
And he has beheaded at least 30 heads, which means he should be able to be promoted to the fourth level without changing his title.
The Huns fled, and Meng Tian led his cavalry to pursue them. Zhou Hao also wanted to catch up, but his riding skills were not to mention chasing people, and it was good not to fall off his horse.
You can only stay and clean the battlefield. There are people who are responsible for recording military merits to count the heads. Generally, it is not to deter the enemy, but there is no need to cut off the heads. At this time, people are too honest to dare to pretend to take military merits. The number is what they are.
Besides, it was Meng Tian who had the final say on how much military merit he would receive. Although he would not show favoritism to his brother, he would not let his brother receive military merit in disguise.
Not long after, the sound of horse hooves sounded, and Meng Tian returned with his cavalry. Except for Meng Tian, ​​every cavalryman had several bloody human heads hanging on their horses. This was a slap in the face. Just now, Zhou Hao said that there was generally no need to cut off human heads. This
Just met it.
Although he is a little unaccustomed to it, he is not so arrogant that he can change the world. He just needs to be himself. He does not object to killing people. This is a barbaric era, where imperial power is supreme and everyone is born unequal. He will not be like
Yi Xiaochuan's Such a Virgin.
Haha... Meng Tian laughed and dismounted, came to Zhou Hao, patted his shoulder and said: "Okay! As expected of me, a descendant of the Meng family. He actually made such a big contribution in the first battle. Huyengrad is a risk."
The most powerful general under Dun's command was actually killed by you. Well, it would be better if my Mengshi Kung Fu was used. By the way, what weapon did you use?"
Zhou Hao knew he would ask. After all, this thing was so powerful that it could kill even practicing warriors.
Zhou Hao took out his pistol, locked the safety, handed it to Meng Tian and said, "This...is a kind of hidden weapon."
He couldn't explain that gunpowder had not been invented in this era in official history, but this was a mythical world. In Zhou Hao's few memories, the alchemists in this world could produce explosive effects. Specifically, whether it was black gunpowder, he still
You need to see it to know.
Meng Tian stroked the black body of the Glock and praised: "It's such an ingenious weapon. The metal can be made so exquisite. Is this what your master taught you to make?"
Zhou Hao was stunned, and then agreed: "Yes, my master will make a lot of weird things for me to use for self-defense." He didn't expect Meng Tian to figure it out on his own.
Meng Tian's eyes lit up and he said: "Xiao Yi, can this kind of hidden weapon be produced in batches? If equipped on our Meng family army, wouldn't it be possible to massacre the Huns?"
He is 10 years older than Meng Yi, so there is no problem in calling him Xiao Yi, but Zhou Hao is a little uncomfortable with hearing it, but he is obviously overthinking the idea of ​​mass-producing pistols.
Zhou Hao hurriedly waved his hand and said: "Impossible, brother, this thing is made of many precious and rare materials, and the projectiles inside are not easy to refine, so it is possible to equip it in batches."
Meng Tian showed a disappointed expression and said: "That's it, how far is the range of this thing?"
Zhou Hao thought for a while and said: "It has lethality within 60 feet, but I can hit it with perfect accuracy within 20 feet."
Meng Tian said disdainfully: "Oh, it's just a trail after all. The elite strong crossbowmen of our Meng family army can shoot enemies 300 feet away." After saying this, he returned the gun to Zhou Hao.
Since the entire army cannot be equipped, it has lost its appeal to Meng Tian.
Zhou Hao was speechless, would he die if he didn't brag? It is true that a crossbowman can shoot from seven to eight hundred meters, but the reason for hitting the enemy is because the enemy is covered by the rain of arrows after the enemy gathers, so even if he is blinded, he can still be hit.
And you said they are elite, but the pistol can be fired as long as the trigger is pulled, which means that an eight or nine-year-old child can kill people with a gun.
You ask an eight or nine-year-old child to bend a bow and shoot an arrow 700 to 800 meters.
What's more, Zhou Hao hasn't come up with his "artifact" yet. The L115A3 sniper rifle has a maximum range of more than 1,600 meters. How can your bow and arrows compare with mine?
Zhou Hao was not as knowledgeable as the old haters in ancient times. He put away his pistol and started to help clean up the battlefield. Not only the Huns died, but also many Daqin soldiers. These were their comrades and must be dealt with separately.
The dead soldiers did not receive the modern mourning treatment of covering the national flag. Only those who had a good relationship with the other party would howl twice, and it was just to express their feelings. They were all used to being shrouded in horse leather.
You are lucky to survive every battle. Human life is the least valuable thing on the battlefield.
Everyone dug two big pits, put themselves and the enemy in them separately, and then buried them with soil. Of course, many Huns who were not dead were also buried directly. No one went to give them a good time, because at this time
Pleasure is a "gift."
At this time, Zhou Hao took the flag of the Meng Family Army and placed it on the tall mound. Meng Tian took out a pool of wine, opened the mud seal and poured it all on the ground.
"How can you say that I have no clothes? I share the same robe with you!" Meng Tian said loudly.
"The king raised his troops, repaired my swords and spears, and shared the same enemy with me!" The remaining officers and men of the Meng family army said in unison, and they were deafened and enlightened.
The war singing made Zhou Hao feel some animal blood... Bah! His blood was boiling. It's not that there was no mourning, this was their mourning for their comrades!
After finishing the work, Zhou Hao did not go to rest, but ran to the wounded to help. He gave some Yunnan Baiyao to the military doctors. The effect of Yunnan Baiyao was considered by those military doctors to be a panacea. After some operation, the Meng Family Army soldiers
I have a good impression of Zhou Hao.
Although Meng Tian did not introduce Zhou Hao to Meng Jiajun, he never concealed it when talking to his brother, so everyone had guessed Zhou Hao's identity. At first, they secretly laughed at Meng Yi for not knowing how to ride a horse. Now
No one laughed at him anymore.
Zhou Hao proved himself with his strength. His military exploits killed all the soldiers instantly, and even several military commanders could not catch up with him in terms of kills.
After the wounded were treated, the army headed back to the camp. The Meng Army's permanent camp was on the edge of the Great Wall in Henan. The camp would be moved along with the progress of the construction of the Great Wall.
Zhou Hao did not expect that he would have the opportunity to witness the construction of this majestic city wall. One of the greatest miracles in human history was built with hundreds of thousands of laborers using their own flesh and blood. There were no modern machines in this era, and everything was completely
By their hands.
Meng Tian returned to his tent and began to write a letter to the First Emperor, expressing his gratitude to all the soldiers, including Zhou Hao. As a commander, he usually would not go out to annihilate the enemy personally. This time, he took action because he wanted to take his younger brother with him.
He accumulated military exploits, but his younger brother's performance also surprised him.
After writing the memorial to express his merits, he immediately called Zhou Hao to the main tent.
Sitting in the tent were four ministerial-level lieutenants wearing officer armors. Zhou Hao first saluted Meng Tian, ​​and then saluted the four lieutenants. He was just a soldier, and these four lieutenants were several levels higher than him.
However, the four lieutenants did not dare to make excuses. Although they did not stand up, they bowed their hands to Zhou Hao.
Meng Tian rarely showed a smile and said: "Meng Yi, listen to Feng!"
Zhou Hao knelt down on one knee and said, "No!" as if on conditioned reflex.
Chapter completed!