Chapter 1205

The congratulatory message did not give an order immediately, because he handled such a thing for the first time. Although the Yang system is powerful, its ability to take refuge in shells is still very weak. The process is unqualified. Often ten shells come out, and sometimes only one or two are really available, which makes them have to use them sparingly. This is why the artillery has not been popularized on a large scale, and the technology is not mature enough, Everything depends on the supplement of great probability and effort.

It was precisely because of the precious shells that he wen couldn't help looking back at Yang Chendong wearing a golden cloak behind him before firing. He was waiting for the sixth young master to give the final instructions.

He didn't speak, just nodded his head gently, which represented Yang Chendong's attitude.

Normally, a city with only 50000 people and 20000 defensive soldiers doesn't need to put up such a big battle, but yesterday's shameless sneak attack caused Yang Chendong's unhappiness. Even if he wants to waste some shells, he also needs his opponent to pay a price and tell the world what will happen if he dares to play with the five-star army.

He Wen, who got the final order, flashed in his eyes and showed his excitement on his face. Then he quickly turned around, held a red small flag in his hand, and shouted loudly, "gunner ready - release!"

"Let go!"

This shout, he Wen, can be described as tearing out, and the whole big neck tendon came out. With this shout, "boom, boom, boom!"

The five guns roared at the same time. A flash of fire shot out of the gun chamber and flew out at a speed that the naked eye could not keep up with. Under the rumbling sound, the horses roared.

Boom, boom, boom!

The roar of artillery and 100 mm mortars showed their ferocious side and launched a relentless attack on the target.

I haven't seen the scene of later generations' artillery exploding all over the hillside and razing it to the ground in an instant, so that people at that time were like an ignorant child. Occasionally, they would be amazed when they saw a grenade explosion.

In the eyes of such people, the power of 100mm mortar is as powerful as that of later nuclear bomb tests. Especially when the gun falls under the city wall and blows a big hole there in an instant, I don't know how many people are stunned and show an unbelievable look.

I don't know how many people keep rubbing their eyes at this moment. They want to make sure whether what they see is true or whether they have been traveling in their dreams.

Compared with the surprise and even suspicion of these people, as the army and people of Turpan on the attacked side, their experience at this moment is so real. When the shells roar over their heads or explode around them, the sound of crying father and mother and scolding explode.

The collapse of houses, the flying shooting of stones, the burning of shops, the broken limbs and arms that suddenly appear in the street, and the bright and bloody flesh thrown everywhere are like hell on earth.

The shell that doesn't know where it will fall in the next second is like a Damocles sword hanging over his head, which makes everyone fear except fear.

No one knows what will happen next second? No one knows if everyone will live next second? Will you become the target of being blown up in the next second

The morale of the army and the people completely began to collapse at this moment

The city is like hell on earth. Every breath is as long as it is. Outside the city, many five-star soldiers have been silly, including some company commanders, battalion commanders, regiments and even division commanders.

Although many of them know that artillery is powerful, especially the artillery of the five-star army. They have overestimated the power of artillery as much as possible, but at present, they still have to marvel that the fact is more spectacular and powerful than they thought.

It can only be said that their imagination needs to be improved and increased.

Therefore, I don't know how many people are secretly looking at the second regiment of He Wen, which is under continuous artillery attack. I don't know how many people lament the power and strength of King Wunan in their hearts. Because these things were invented and created under his guidance.

"Launch!"

He Wen is still waving a small red flag. At this moment, he has entered a semi crazy state. Every time he shoots a shell, his face will become red. At this moment, he is immersed in it.

"Enough." after looking at the watch on his wrist, the only very sober Yang Chendong looked at Yang Er around him and said softly.

This sound will also awaken Yang Er, who is also caught in the color of surprise. Although he is Yang Chendong's close guard, it is difficult to see such a scene.

"Yes." Yang Er, who promised, rode away quickly and came to head he Wen and said loudly, "young master, you have an order to stop firing."

"Er! Ah... Stop loading shells." he wen shouted quickly, and then he looked distressed. Looking at the empty shell boxes, he wanted to cry without tears. This time, more than a dozen shells were fired than planned. These are the treasures of the fourth Lu Division. I don't know how the division commander will clean up himself when he sees them.

The rumbling gunfire finally stopped, and the day pine, which was half a beat slower, finally reacted. When I looked at it, I found that the city gate of don't lose eight miles had already not known where to fly. I didn't even see the shadow of an enemy. I couldn't help laughing for a while, and then shouted wildly, "Mongolian cavalry listen to the order, follow me - kill!"

When the word "kill" came out, the machete started with the scabbard, and then there was the roar of horses' hooves.

Taking advantage of his illness to kill him, the Mongolian cavalry's complex opportunity came.

No one would have thought that just yesterday, the Mongolian cavalry were killed unprepared. And just one day later, their chance of revenge appeared. Facing the same defenseless opponents, they launched their own killing.

There have been orders for a long time, and there is no need to be soft. This time, the Mongolian cavalry are facing 20000 Turpan soldiers who are just guarding the city, as well as the civilians who want to hold sticks and even pots and pans to resist.

In short, there is no right or wrong in war, because it is all wrong. The enemy is not absolute either. Weapons in hand are the enemy.

Nearly 20000 Mongolian cavalry rushed into the city like wild beasts, making the bloody city even more bleak. This day is destined to be a day like hell for the soldiers and people who don't lose eight miles.

Yang Chendong has never heard of all this.

This is not that he should be sincere as stone and iron, but that he knows very well that the wicked need to be sharpened by the wicked.

Maybe some people know that if you respect them, they will pay you back. But for some people, your concession will only be regarded as a sign of cowardice. For such people, only killing can stop killing, so that they can completely conquer them in mind and flesh and body, so that they will never dare to have a little heart of resistance.

Naturally, this is originally a means to cure the symptoms rather than the root cause. But it doesn't matter. Yang Chendong has a backhand, that is, the great migration of the people. When a place is full of strangers, their so-called national heart will naturally collapse. If they can live a good life, no one will oppose it.

A war that is not a war, a war that is completely killing, finally ended after the vent of the Mongolian cavalry. According to the statistics after the war, the number of 20000 Turpan soldiers killed exceeded 8000, and almost all other prisoners were wounded. Fifty thousand people, more than five thousand died and countless injured.

This is the result of playing tricks with the five-star army. Maybe if they don't play the routine and dare to fight head-on, they won't have such heavy losses.

It is worth mentioning and regrettable that the city guarding general xurigan was killed in battle. He died under a boulder. It can be determined that a shell broke the battlements and unfortunately fell on him. The dignified Turpan heavy general died on the ground like this, just like the content in his name - storm, died in the storm.

"Wang, my subordinates are not talented. About 200 cavalry escaped, and we didn't catch up." the bloody spirit of that day song appeared in front of Yang Chendong.

"It doesn't matter. Someone has to report." Yang Chendong doesn't care about this. Even he thinks that there are too few people who escape. In his eyes, those soldiers who had seen this scene could not be the enemy of the five-star army. The shadow in his heart was the biggest enemy.

Don't lose the city of Bali, which is regarded as a natural danger. It took less than two hours from the beginning of the attack to its complete occupation. It was the next night when the two hundred cavalry fled and some returned to Turpan.

The newly appointed King hadan Bartel was awakened from the palace and learned from the general on duty what had happened in besi Bali city.

"What? Don't lose the eight mile city. Twenty thousand troops were buried and general Asahi was killed." after hearing the report of the general on duty, hadan Bartel plumped down and returned to the king's chair with no light in his eyes.

"How could it be? How could it be?" after a long time, hadan Bartel woke up, but he still couldn't stop.

"Wang, the soldiers who escaped said that the five-star army had a powerful gun, which made the whole city of don't lose eight miles like hell." the general on duty trembled when he said this. He couldn't help thinking in his heart, if these are the facts, how can they fight with others with knives and guns? What's the difference between this and death?

"Artillery? Powerful artillery? How could this be possible? The king of Daming's Shenji camp has heard of it, and it has never been so powerful." hadan Bartel asked incredulously.