The Chu army will always be faster than the Qin army. If desired, the Chu army could immediately transform into a small formation of fifteen people in length and width when the Qin army was arrayed, and then change back again before the Qin army was finished. It's just that such a toss is useless, the narrowing of the Qin army is in line with the Chu army's wishes, the narrower the military formation, the thicker the military formation, the thicker the military formation, the more people will be killed in the bombing.

The generals who knew what kind of strategy they would adopt in this battle looked at the Qin army with a smile, and watched the Qin army stride forward in the bell with a smile. With every step they take, every step forward, they are one step closer to defeat and death.

Because the soldiers were worried that the flint would not be able to ignite and the gunpowder would fail and damage their morale, they only said to them that Da Ao had asked the priest to bring disaster to the Qin people, but did not specify the details of the disaster. The 300,000 Qin troops approached step by step with the banner of Bingge, and the atmosphere between the arrays was instantly tense, some shouted, some prayed, some cursed, and some even impatiently raised their spears over the top, but such actions were immediately stopped by the generals.

The armor soldier moved because of the excitement, and because of the movement, the spear hit the breastplate. This sound gradually became the loudest sound of the Chu army's array. They come together rhythmically to form an exhilarating sound.

Xiong Jing inspected the fifteen-mile-long array of the Chu army amid the sound of silence, and the most conspicuous decoration on his body, who was not wearing Wei Ben's suit, was the red cloak, and then the iron jacket full of colorful young feathers. When he inspected the array, every time he arrived in front of the division, the generals would beat their chests and salute in unison, shouting long live. Long live the first division, and in order to surpass the former, the other division often shouted louder, and the fighting spirit soared into the sky.

There were only 1,200 steps in the four miles, and the southeast wind blew the shouts of the Chu army again, which made the advancing Qin army's breathing more and more rapid, and the sweat flowing from the sun almost confused their eyes. Fortunately, when the Qin army advanced to 900 steps, it did not advance, because the front was already within the killing range of the Chu army's witch weapons.

Only the middle three miles of the fifteen-mile array of the Chu army were foot soldiers, and the remaining twelve miles were all knights. The foot knight ignored the Qin army nine hundred paces away, and only looked at Da Ao, who was riding briskly in front of the formation. When he came back from the end of the line, the westernmost jockey shouted, "All divisions!" Draw the sword! ”

"Draw the sword!" The brigade commander and the commander of the pawn repeated the order of the division leader, and thousands of riding swords were unsheathed, shooting a killing light in the sun.

According to the action of the bayonet, all the unsheathed swords pointed forward, and at this time, Xiong Jing rode by, and his saber struck each of the swords, making a crisp sound. It was as if it was instilling a huge amount of magical power, and with every blow, every crisp sound, the magic power entered the knight's body, making them boil and excite them.

When the soldier did not stop, Meng Tian's eyes were fixed on Xiong Jing, watching his every move. The last time we saw each other was ten years ago, Xiong Jing was a young boy with a white face and beard, and this time he had become a heroic warrior. Seeing him use his sword to fight the cavalry of the knights of the Chu army, Meng Tian sighed heartily and secretly regretted: "King Jing! ”

Ten years ago, the Jing people could not win the respect of any Qin people, and ten years later, the Jing people not only won the respect of the Qin people, but also gained the fear of the Qin people. If it weren't for the successive defeats of the Jing people in the Battle of Daze, I am afraid that the Qin State would have already perished. All of this was caused by one person: King Jing.

However, today the king of Jing will be defeated. The 300,000 Qin troops were all elite, and the veterans who participated in the Battle of Changping were incorporated into the front and rear formations. With 300,000 elites against only 60,000 Jing people, five times the enemy, Meng Tian really couldn't think of a reason for his defeat.

This is an era of heroes, but it is not an era where one or two heroes can reverse the trend. Great Qin is destined to dominate the world. Thinking that King Jing was going to die here, to die at his own hands, Meng Tian couldn't help but sigh.

"Please give the order of the General!" Meng Tian watched Xiong Jing rushing from the west, watching him gallop past the Chinese army, and then watching him run to the easternmost part, at this time the Qin army's array was already in order, and the cavalry before the Chinese army was also lined up.

"Whew!" Meng Tian nodded and ordered, he did not give the order to attack, but ordered to call.

"Long live Great Qin!" The soldiers in the military array shouted, and the soldiers of the array also shouted: "Long live Daqin!" ”

"Long live Great Qin!" The military officers who commanded them to shout shouted again, and the whole army and non-commissioned officers continued to shout: "Long live Great Qin!" Long live Great Qin! Long live Daqin......"

Go to the army to fight, and then break the relationship. There is no ring to the teacher, and the most important way to break the friendship is to shout from the soldiers. The shouts of 300,000 people were far better than 60,000 people, and at this time, the Chu pawns on the opposite side laughed uncontrollably, and some armor soldiers simply took out their trousers and aimed at the Qin people who were nine hundred steps away. In the frolic, the Chu song sang, and the Chu soldiers who gradually merged into the song became solemn and pious, and they waited for the Qin army to attack, waiting for the military life behind them.

In Lu Lijing, the reaction of the Chu army nine hundred steps away all fell on Meng Tian's heart, for an army that had established a psychological advantage, it was useless to break diplomatic relations, they did not believe that they would be defeated by the Qin army at all. Meng Tian waved his hand helplessly and ordered: "Attack!" ”

"Attacking ——!" The officers dragged on to a long tune, and before they could finish shouting, the drums were shaken, and the drummers who had been waiting for a long time beat the drums vigorously. The rumbling drums drowned out the singing of the Chu army, and the five thousand horsemen in front of the Chinese army were riding horses, and their target was the Chu army artillery array.

Wang Fei was among the five thousand horsemen, and he had to lead his men to charge towards the Jing people's array of witchcraft. The sound of the drum was an order, and he glanced back at the curtain banner with some despair, and shouted categorically: "Drive!" Drive!! ”

Five thousand cavalry only made a one-time attack, and two hundred and fifty cavalry were in a cavalry formation, and the width of the array was much larger than the width of the artillery array. The thickness of the cavalry array is also incomparable to the artillery array, and the entire cavalry array has twenty rows.

Wang Fei's orders from these horsemen were together, and the first line of 250 horsemen galloped vigorously. After the first line had gone twenty paces, the second line of two hundred and fifty horsemen followed; After the second line had taken twenty paces, the third line followed closely ......, and when the first line of horsemen was four hundred paces away, the last line began to march.

The cavalry ran more than 100 steps, and the speed was increased to the fastest. Twenty thousand horses' hooves galloped through the freshly dried mud, trampling out puffs of dust. In the artillery array, Shen Qing's voice was echoing: "...... ready, ...... ready, ...... ready"

The nearer the horseman came nearer, the more the earth trembled, and the more deafening the hoofs sounded, and he raised his voice so that all the gunners could hear him. His eyes were fixed on a sign outside the iron net, which meant four hundred steps. Four hundred steps was the distance to shoot the double shotgun, and he had to wait patiently for Qin Qi to rush to this distance.

"Ready——! Qin's cavalry became faster and faster, so fast that it seemed to be galloping, and all the soldiers and soldiers were sweating. When they thought that Qin Qi was about to rush into the artillery array, Shen Qing shouted, "Release!" ”

"Put!" In the sound of rumbling hooves, the long-waiting cannon commander let out a roar.

'Boom——! Fifty-seven guns opened fire almost at the same time, and the smoke of gunpowder dispersed around the artillery array, and then was quickly blown by the southeast wind in the direction where the Qin cavalry was coming. No one looked at the target, and the gunner cleared the chamber as fast as he could, loaded the shotgun as fast as he could, and pulled the arquebus as fast as he could.

Well-trained gunners can fire at a rate of two rounds a minute, and in extreme cases close to three rounds a minute. If the cavalry from 400 paces away did not stop, they fired at most three cannons and then the enemy cavalry would be scattered in one go. Before the battle, the artillerymen nailed wooden stakes in front of the position, pulled up a huge wire net, and sprinkled enough iron tribulus into the net, and before the battle, they were ordered to keep firing shotguns until the barrels were red.

The cannon fire began to sound neatly, and then dispersed. Still, the sound of the cannon muffled the thunderous hoofs that made the earth tremble. After the first cannon roared, the first line of Qin cavalry, which had rushed into four hundred steps, was swept by a shrapnel that could not be seen clearly by the naked eye, and the war horses suddenly neighed, and then fell forward, and the second line of war horses also let out a mournful roar, but because of the obstruction of the first line, they barely ran.

When the second round of artillery sounded, a little blood hole suddenly appeared on the reluctant galloping horses, and then they fell to the ground with their horsemen. But the third and fourth riders did not hesitate to leap past them and charge forward, and by this time they had run within a hundred and fifty paces, and were encased in the low nets.

The huge wire mesh is very low, the lower it is, the stronger it is, and hundreds of war horses rush in and immediately stumble. As the tripped horseman struggled to get up, the cannon rang out again, and the horseman touched his chest and abdomen with an expression of disbelief, and finally fell. As before, when the third and fourth rows of cavalry fell, the fifth and sixth rows of cavalry stepped on their corpses, and then continued to trip over the giant wire nets and fall in a rain of bullets from the muzzles.

"Sick too!" Meng Tian, who had been watching the cavalry charging into formation, had his heartbeat accelerating instantly, and he saw the horseman's hope of breaking the witch weapon. His shouts made the drummers beat the drums even harder, and the cavalry who were rushing forward could only see the front row falling down and hear the sound of cannons at intervals, and nothing else.

Under the full impact, the war horse crossed the still bleeding horse corpse on the ground, fell into the giant wire net, and then tripped over the huge wire net, bleeding profusely in the shotgun. But soon the cavalry behind rushed again, repeating the bloody scene before. When the sixteenth platoon tried to leap over the dead horses, they could no longer do so, and more than 3,000 horse corpses formed a low wall.

The artillery position was not breached, but because the horse carcasses formed that low wall, the artillery would be blocked no matter what shells were fired. Seeing this scene, the 300,000 Qin army suddenly screamed and cheered, the witch weapon they feared the most was useless, and the witch bullet could no longer hit them! Jing people are defeated! Jing Ren is going to lose this time!

The cheers from the heart were far more momentum than the shouting 'Long Live Great Qin' under the leadership of the military officials just now. Meng Tian and the generals of the various armies were also overjoyed when they saw this scene, and they finally broke the witchcraft of the Jing people.

"Attacking ——!" Surrounded by great joy, Meng Tian jumped up, and the sword pointed forward angrily. At this time, the heart of the Chu army general led Sima suddenly tightened, and the Qin people finally came.