Chapter 38 Blood-stained Desert (Part 2)

"Hurry, send an order, fight!" Mochu ordered while fighting his war horse.

The order was passed on, but no one came out to fight against the artillery. It was not that they didn't want it, but that their war horses were disobedient and powerless.

Although Wang Zhongsi was dissatisfied with Chen Wanrong's arrangement, he still carried out the order well. He ordered the artillery to adjust the direction, avoid the front of the artillery charge, and specifically bomb the left and right wings.

The chaos in the Turks was not because of the artillery bombing, but because their war horses were not adapted to the explosion. In this case, the artillery must not be stopped. Even if they cannot fire the cannon into the Turkic formation, they should be fired as firecrackers.

Amid the explosion, the war horses did not obey the command, Mochuo could only watch the artillery rushing over. The artillery still shot with bows and arrows according to the previous charge style, and rushed over with a horse spear when the distance was almost complete. At this time, the Turkic army was in chaos and could not resist at all. In the face of the artillery attack, there were heavy casualties.

Some Turkic soldiers simply gave up their war horses and jumped to the ground. They thought, if there is no burden of war horses, is it okay?

However, things were far beyond their imagination. In the face of the fierce attack of artillery soldiers, the chaotic Turkic army was still panicked beyond the chaos. They didn't care about it, and they ran around and jumped up in a row, and they didn't know how many people were trampled to death.

If the originally chaotic Turkic army was about to boil, the artillery attack completely made them boil. Uneasy, panic and fear expanded rapidly like ripples in the water. With just a moment of hard work, the 200,000 Turkic army was in chaos.

Under Chen Wanrong's command, the artillery broke through one formation after another of the Turkic army. Wherever they went, there must be corpses and surging blood.

Not long after, the artillery tore the Turkic army from the middle and divided it into two parts.

According to the art of military affairs, once the division is completed, it is time to defeat them one by one. Mochu is very clear about the seriousness of the consequences, so he had to make a ruthless heart, jump off the horse, and yell: "Drop off the horse!"

The personal guards dismounted one after another, and the panic war horses neighed, spread their four hooves and fled, jumping around in the crowd, making the formation even more chaotic.

Mochu saw it in his eyes and was angry in his heart. He thought it would be fine if he didn't ride a horse, but he didn't expect that the war horses lost control and let them gallop, causing greater chaos.

He was so cruel that he slashed the scimitar in his hand. His beloved war horse neighed, and blood flowed from his neck, slowly falling to the ground, with a look of despair in his eyes. It really didn't understand why the owner who loved it on weekdays took his life.

"Kill any war horses running around!" Mochuo had no choice. If he didn't do this, he could not stabilize the formation.

Horses are the lives of Turkic people, and it is more difficult to kill horses than to climb to the sky. However, in this way, it is impossible not to kill. If the war horses are not killed, if they cannot stabilize the formation, they will be trampled to death.

After a painful struggle, the Turks chose to kill the war horses. For a moment, the neighing of the war horses spread everywhere, and the killed war horses piled up into mountains.

"What are they doing?" Chen Zairong was surprised and couldn't believe it was true.

If nomadic peoples have no horses, can they still be nomadic peoples?

Chen Wanrong was very excited and shouted: "Kill! Kill! The more you kill, the better! If the Turks who are good at riding and shooting do not have war horses, how much threat will they have?"

Once there are no war horses, the consequences are disastrous for the Turks.

They are good at riding and shooting. Without war horses, they become infantry. Infantry encounters cavalry, it is very unfavorable. Unless they have excellent equipment for heavy infantry in the Tang Dynasty, in fact, they do not. When they encounter Tang army riding and charging on horseback, they will only suffer a great loss.

Chen Wanrong's words were soon fulfilled. In the face of the Tang army's charge, the Turkic army had no resistance at all, and could only give a killing. Every time the Tang army's horizontal sword was swung, a Turkic soldier would fall in a pool of blood. If there were war horses, they could not defeat the Tang army, and at least they had the power to fight back, which could block and fight back. Now, this ability no longer exists.

Mochu saw it in his eyes and was anxious in his heart. He suddenly realized that the culprit was artillery, which should have been destroyed. If there were no artillery, once the Turkic army calmed down, the outcome of this battle was unknown.

With a certain idea, Mochu immediately ordered the elite he created to charge towards the artillery this winter. Although their war horses were not killed, they also killed some of them. The horse riding and hiking were a bit chaotic and not as neat as horse riding.

So far, Mochuo hadn't figured out the cannon yet. He thought that with iron armor protection, there was no problem rushing to the cannon. However, the cruel thing told him that his idea was not only wrong, but also outrageously wrong!

Iron armor was very precious to the Turks. The elites were full of confidence and rushed towards the cannons, running faster than rabbits. However, they were greeted by a shocking explosion, followed by broken corpses flying everywhere.

The iron armor that was originally proud of was vulnerable to the cannon, as if it was a piece of paper. This was really surprising! The elites were not surprised before they left, and another round of shells flew over, and after the explosion, countless casualties were injured.

If the Tang army's artillery was too rustic in modern society, it would not be useful at all. However, this was the Tang Dynasty. Their opponent was the Turks, and the power of the artillery was unimaginable. If they did not escape, they would die. The elite shouted and retreated directly.

Wang Zhongsi rode on the war horse, looking at the retreating Turkic elites, and curled his lips mischievously: "You are so stupid! The war horses will jump in panic when they encounter artillery for the first time, but if they listen to it for a while, they will get used to it. Can they kill the horse? Mochuo, you are too eager to achieve success."

To put it well, just give some time to get used to the war horses and will obey the command. However, Mochuo can understand these things, so there will be such serious consequences.

Wang Zhongsi ordered: "The artillery is divided into two parts, one on the left and one on the right, and we will find places with dense and heavy formations of the Turks! Don't be reluctant to let go of the shells, you can do it!"

As soon as the order was passed, the cannon was divided into two and surrounded from the left and right wings.

"Fight there!" Wang Zhongsi is young and has a unique vision. The horse whip in his little hand pointed at the elites in iron armor: "It's them, they will all be killed, no one will be left!"

He didn't need to remind him that the gunners knew that this must be the elite of the Turks, otherwise they would not have iron armor, because iron armor was too precious to the Turks.

The shells were pouring out at the elites, and the explosions continued, and one elite after another was killed. Soon, the elites who Mochu was proud of had suffered heavy casualties and died thousands of deaths.

This is his hard work, his heart flesh. Mo Chuan watched them die constantly, his lips were biting tightly, his right hand shaking his hands into a fist, and his joints were clattering, so he had to order: "Get back, retreat quickly!"

In this situation, if you don’t retreat, you have to wait for the dead pig to die. Without his orders, the elites also knew what to do, stepping on the broken corpse, one step higher and one step lower, and escaped.

Wang Zhongsi's eyes were circling around and searching for the target. He found tall people yelling. He hurriedly looked at it with a telescope and couldn't help but be overjoyed. He was so excited that he was like a crowing rooster: "Where, there, get closer, aim, and fight together. Remember to wait for my order! He must be silent!"

"Mochu?" When the gunner heard this, he thought that it must be very exciting to bomb Mochu. He screamed in excitement and rushed to load the bullets.

Under Wang Zhongsi's command, more than 500 cannons were ready, and the target was aimed directly at Mochu.

Wang Zhongsi shook his head and said with some regret: "Mochuo, I hope you have a great life! If you don't die in this round, I will not blow you up again. I will capture you alive! Fire!"

The artillery soldiers were ordered to operate, and more than 500 shells flew towards Mochu with bright tail flames.

Mochuo was commanding the Turkic army to fight, and he didn't realize that the danger was approaching. However, his guards did not relax their vigilance and kept an eye on the terrible artillery. Seeing hundreds of shells flying in the sky, he knew something was wrong and shouted: "Khan, go quickly!"

Regardless of Mochu's reaction, he set up and ran away.

More than 500 shells covered a large area, where can they escape for a while? Amid the deafening explosion, the personal guards kept getting shot and fell to the ground.

The deafening explosion made Mochu dizzy. He just heard the explosion in the distance, and it felt that he could not bear it. Now it sounded in his ears, which made people feel shocking and dizzy.

Three shells fell straight to the place where Mochu was standing. Mochu's scalp exploded, and only a personal guard shouted, "Khan, run!" He pushed Mochu hard and pushed him far away.

Even so, he still did not run out of the threat of the shells. I don’t know which nimble guard shouted: “Hurry! Protect Khan!”

The guards rushed up and threw Mochu on the ground, then piled up people to protect him in the middle. After the explosion, the guards killed several of them, and their broken limbs flew everywhere.

The guards helped Mochu up. Mochu's face turned pale, gasped heavily, and cursed: "What weapon did Tangren use? It's so powerful? Oh, it must be a cannon!"

During the battle of Tubo, the Tang army's inflicted artillery has long been rumored. However, it was used to attack the toughest, and this time, the artillery was already in a head-on confrontation.

Mochu knew that the power of artillery was very powerful, and the Tang army used it to attack the tough situation was unfavorable. At that time, when he heard it, he said disdainfully: "No matter how powerful it is, it is useful to Tubo, but it is useless to us. The terrain of Tubo is dangerous, so artillery is useful. There is no cover in the desert, and there is no solid city or dangerous pass, so it cannot be used!"

Last year, the Turks helped Mei Xuancheng to engage in artillery was due to helping "friends", not for their own considerations, rather than how much he attached to artillery.

Now I know that I am wrong. The power of the cannon is too great, and it can not only be used for attacking difficulties, but also for head-on confrontation. Its power is greater than that of the crossbows and chariots of the Tang army and is even more terrifying.

"Is this the artillery that is so magical?" A personal guard muttered and protected Mochu and fled to the distance.

The Turkic people's civilization was low and they didn't even understand the steelmaking. It was a bit difficult to make them understand how powerful the artillery was.

"Chasing, chasing! You can't let him escape!" The artillery soldiers were very excited. Although they did not blow Mochu to death, it was a great pleasure to make him suffer.

Wang Zhongsi pointed forward with his right hand and said, "There is nowhere to explode! The Turkic horses are no longer alarmed. They want to regroup and fight against us, so I won't give them a chance!"

"What should I do if Mochuo? Just let him go?" The gunner was reluctant to leave.

Wang Zhongsi stuck out his tongue and said mischievously: "He can't run away. As long as we kill his army, he will be our bag. Fight!"

When the gunners thought this was the case, they quickly adjusted their position and bombarded the Turkic army that was in full swing, blowing them up and down, and they were unable to form a formation.

Under the command of Wang Zhongsi, artillery moved everywhere and found places with a large number of people to attack. The Turks suffered numerous casualties and injured.

Besides, Mochu escaped far away and was so shocked that he decided to set his mind. Suddenly, he found that the war horses were no longer rushing, and the turbulent team had calmed down. Mochu originally thought that the war horses would keep jumping, so he had to kill his beloved mount. Unexpectedly, there was such a change. He couldn't help but be overjoyed and regretted: "If I had known about this change, I wouldn't have killed the war horses!"

The most urgent task is to destroy the Tang army's artillery. Mochu immediately ordered the elites to get on the horse again and rush towards the artillery. The Turkic war horses were mostly killed, and even if some were killed, it had nothing to do with the overall situation.

The guards were still greeted by the pouring shells. Under the intensive bombing, their formation was chaotic. Once they entered the range of the crossbow, there was a dense rain of arrows, and they could not rush through it.

Wang Zhongsi's shrewdness is well known, but Mochuo did not succeed. He failed to charge several times.

Once the Turkic war horses became accustomed to the roar of artillery, they became quiet. The Turkic soldiers finally felt relieved and could fight the artillery safely.

However, it was too late. Chen Wanrong seized this opportunity and not only divided the Turkic army into two parts, but also divided the right wing. The right wing had fewer troops than the left wing. You could start first, defeat it, and then clean up the left wing. It was precisely because of this that after dividing the Turkic army, Chen Wanrong immediately ordered Yang Sixu to lead 10,000 people to attack the left wing to prevent them from reinforcement of the right wing.

Chen Wanrong led the Three Thousand Dragon Martial Army and the remaining artillery to launch a final attack on the southern enemy on the right wing.

Among the artillery, four thousand were from the Dragon Martial Army. In addition, Ge Fushun wanted Chen Wanrong to bring to the desert this time, there were seven thousand the most elite troops of the Tang Dynasty. Although there were only seven thousand, the impact was comparable to the seventy thousand army. Once they charged, the Turkic army seemed to be pushed down by piles of straw, and fell in pieces.

Other troops protected the two wings of the Longwu Army, allowing them to concentrate on killing the enemy. Chen Wanrong also transferred some other artillery troops to defend the back, which was simply an invincible cavalry formation.

With a shout, the riding formation rumbled, and wherever they passed, there must be corpses and blood flowing.

The Turkic army was wearing leather armor, and a large part of them were still using bronze weapons. It was not the same level when facing each other head-on. Although the Tang army had no crossbows, no archers and heavy infantry cooperated with them, its power was still extremely powerful, as if it were a tide. Wherever they rushed, the Turkic army would no longer exist.

Either kill the Tang army or trampled to death by the war horse!

After charging back and forth a few times, there was not much left in the southern part of the right wing of the Turkic army. Chen Wanrong only felt sticky and a little warm, which was caused by excessive blood from the Turkic people.

Chen Wanrong swept the blue and white flowers and saw that the original green fur had turned blue and red, and most of the horse's body had turned red. If he had been hit for a while, the blue and white flowers could turn red.

The corpses on the floor were piled up layer after layer, broken corpses, blood flowing, and beating hearts everywhere.

If Chen Wanrong hadn't had the experience of fighting in Tubo, he would have been disgusted when he encountered this situation. Now, he would not take it seriously at all.

Mochuo was anxious to see the situation. If he did not defeat the Tang army's aura, Chen Wanrong would kill the northern part of the right wing after eating the southern part of the right wing.

After Chen Wanrong defeated the entire right wing, he would join forces with Yang Sixu to attack his left wing with all his might. By then, he would be unable to turn things around.

Mochuo didn't care about artillery and ordered the army to reinforce the right wing. After the Turkic army got the order, they moved closer to the right wing. However, there were 10,000 Tang troops from Yang Sixu who were standing in the middle, and there were also artillery under Wang Zhongsi's command to bomb violently.

The Turkic army reinforced again and again, but failed again and again.

"Avenge the brothers and sisters who died unjustly in the fifth chapter!" Chen Wanrong held the saber in his hand high on his head and roared angrily.

The Tang army then burst into a shocking roar: "Avenge the brothers and sisters who died unjustly on the Five Episodes!" Following Chen Wanrong, he rushed towards the only remaining Turkic army in the south of the right wing.

By the time they stopped, the southern part of the right wing of the Turkic army was no longer there, and there was nothing but dead bodies and blood flowing.

After breathing a sigh of relief, Chen Wanrong led the Tang army to launch the first charge to the north of the right wing. Wherever they passed, they were still corpses from the same place as in the south.
To be continued...