The war is still going on, but this time the relationship between the two sides has been reversed.
Chen Tang, a famous general in the Western Han Dynasty, once said: Five Hu soldiers are equal to one Han soldier.
This is by no means an arrogant statement. The reason lies in the superiority of the Han army's equipment.
As a veteran politician from an aristocratic family, Gongsun Jing puts family interests first and still plays political games.
Although the ordnance in the Lingzhi arsenal is not excessively obsolete, it is still very old.
Gongsun's private treasury was different.
Inside are all waist-triggered crossbows that craftsmen carefully made and maintained.
It is all Gongsun Jing's years of hard work, one of the trump cards used to protect the interests of the family.
But Gongsun Yan didn't think highly of him.
In order to clean up the warehouse, Gongsun Yan simply emptied his private treasury, transferred 400 aircraft, and handed them to Zhang He and Zhang Fei to escort them to Feiru.
When Gongsun Jing was informed by the steward, he held his chest for a long time and could not catch his breath.
According to a private report from the servants who served Gongsun Jing, the old man had not slept for several nights.
At this moment, after a massive and highly successful plan to rob the camp, the escorted crossbows and arrows were put to use.
Zhang He stood on a high place, with thick smoke billowing in the distance, and the wind was full of the smell of roasting meat proteins.
The smoke mixed with the smell of grease directly enveloped him who was standing at the upper hand, and his armor was covered with a small layer of sticky putty.
But Zhang He didn't care.
He was enjoying the joy of war that he had never enjoyed before.
A sergeant with an arm and a finger, an unimpeded command channel, and most importantly, a rain of arrows regardless of the cost.
Following Zhang He's order, the messengers issued flags and bugles sounded everywhere.
The crossbow arrows, accompanied by the sharp sound of piercing the air, were densely packed like silver threads and penetrated into the barbarians who broke out from the fire.
A thinner shield could not stop the crossbow arrows, let alone the leather armor the barbarians were wearing.
From the height where Zhang He was standing, he could clearly see that after the crossbow arrow pierced the body of a barbarian, it continued to shoot out, knocking down the man and his horse behind him.
Through the assigned telescope, Zhang He could even see the exploding masses of blood.
The soldiers equipped with waist-guided crossbows were a mix of old and new soldiers. Their accuracy was not so accurate, but they could not withstand dense coverage.
After the second wave of arrows, the ground was covered with bleeding corpses.
Zhang Fei turned over and led the cavalry under Gongsun Gu's tent to have fun.
Some barbarians gave up the idea of breaking out completely, rode their horses, waved their weapons randomly, and plunged into the fire behind them.
According to their custom, being shot to death with missing limbs is a more terrifying thing than being burned to death.
Zhang He saw all these scenes with his telescope. His body and mind were immersed in pure joy, and there were only two things in his mind - shooting arrows.
He had followed Han Fu and Yuan Shao, the fourth and third prince, but arrows and other materials were all rationed, so how could they use them as generously as now?
Thinking of this, Zhang He's mind echoed Gongsun Yan's warning before leaving: "There are enough arrows, feel free to use them, there is no need to save."
Lady Gongsun is so majestic!
Zhang He silently gained 2 points of loyalty in his heart.
The sky slowly lit up, and there were only corpses lying scattered outside Feiru City.
The gurgling blood soaks into the land, and the vegetation here will be lush in the coming year.
Countless injured people lay on the ground, wailing.
It was not until the fire was extinguished that Zhang He waved his hand and ordered the soldiers to carry out the final blow.
When a crossbow arrow is fired, it will leave a blood hole the size of a bowl on the human body.
The flames burned and most of the human skin was blackened and shrunk.
There is no need to bother to treat these two types of people. Killing them directly would be a kind of kindness.
Zhang He drew the sword from his waist.
As a general, he didn't have to take action, but the new sword on his waist had not seen blood yet, so it was time to moisten it.
I passed by a Hu man who had a piece of missing ribs. This man had a large piece of meat missing from his waist, exposing half of his ribs.
There was foamy blood hanging from the corners of his lips.
He reluctantly raised his head and saw a look of relief in his eyes when he saw Zhang He coming over.
When Zhang He's long knife slashed across his throat, he murmured something silently with his lips, and then looked at the sky, his pupils gradually solidifying.
After walking a few more steps, Zhang He saw a gray-haired Hu man lying in the blood. Judging from the dirty clothes on his body, he must be a slave.
The old Hu man injured his leg and was struggling to crawl to a certain place.
Zhang He thought he was trying to escape and walked up slowly.
But he saw the old man crawling towards a corpse.
The corpse was that of a young man, with a crossbow arrow stuck in his chest and nailed to the horse beneath him.
The old man dragged his broken leg, crawled over with his hands and feet, and held the young man's body in his arms.
He looked up to the sky and cried loudly.
It was like a roaring cry forced out by squeezing the heart and lungs. It was rough, sharp, and extremely harsh.
It should be father and son, right? Zhang He thought and stopped.
The old man cried and raised his head, his eyes looking directly at Zhang He.
He bared his teeth and his eyes were full of hatred.
The servants following Zhang He immediately became alert and were about to step forward, but Zhang He raised his hand to stop them.
The old man picked up a scimitar from the side, like a skinny old dog with a broken leg, crying and crawling over.
A long trail of blood trailed from his body.
Zhang He looked at him coldly, and when the old man climbed up in front of him and raised the scimitar, he waved it over.
Then there was a flash of cold light.
A gray skull rolled into the bloody mud.
The headless chamber spurts out a large amount of blood due to pressure.
Zhang He easily dodged most of it, but there were still some blood spots on his skirt and armor.
He tilted his head and shook off the blood on the long silver knife.
Regardless of personal feelings, the enemy deserves to die.
Zhang He stepped over the corpse lying on the ground and continued walking forward.
The sound of horse hoofbeats was heard in front, and Zhang Fei's laughter came from the distance.
He led people to gather horses everywhere, and then led a group of cavalry to rampage on the battlefield.
From time to time, one or two heads would explode into a ball of blood under his horse's hooves.
Behind Zhang Fei...
Zhang He was confused when he saw an unknown general. He laughed and followed Zhang Fei around, as if they had drunk fake wine.
I sent someone to ask and found out that the man was Gongsun Gu, the chief official of Fatty.
Zhang He was stunned for a while and then sighed.
Turn around and stop looking at them.
Arrange tasks on your own to clean the battlefield, treat your own rookie recruits, etc.
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Just as the carrier pigeon carrying the good news of Fei Ru and Lu Long flew towards Ling Zhi.
From the mine twenty miles outside Lingzhi City, a louder cheer came.
More than two hundred prisoners in ragged clothes were cheering loudly.
Their feet were shackled, and their faces and bodies were dirty.
A petty official from the Prefecture's Mansion was reading loudly a document on improving the working system in the mine.
The longer the working hours, the more experienced the person will be, and the charges will be reviewed. Those who are not guilty of serious crimes will receive preferential treatment or even immunity in all aspects of food, clothing, housing and transportation.
This is also one of the steps Gongsun Yan took to establish an industrial zone.
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(Someone asked me today why I felt that the heroine’s character was wrong in the previous section.
Let me be honest now. When I wrote about 300,000 words, my grades were really terrible. The highest number of readings in the channel every day was 24!
Channel income for the entire June was 2 yuan and 4 cents.
So I buried the line and prepared to run away.
After planning the funeral plot, the heroine would go back to her own world for a while. Zhao Yun here would be alone and guarding the northern border. The heroine would go back to Zhao Yun in that world and cry on his grave.
They are not only separated by time, but also separated by two worlds.
But my friend said that I dared to write like this, so she gave me a slap in the face, and then she bit the bullet and continued writing, and the heroine Bai Bai was pretentious for a few chapters.
I originally planned to arrange for the heroine to have a bug in the card system and collect smallpox virus and other sexy operations, but because it was too bad, I didn’t dare to write it, so the caravan line was cut off.)
