Indeed, people always have dreams, just like a small city of seven hills on the banks of the Tiber River. Who would have thought that it could develop into a giant empire that occupied most of Western Europe and spanned the West for thousands of years. As the prime minister of Shu Han, Zhuge Liang naturally hoped that his country could reunify China and fulfill Liu Bei's last wish to support the Han Dynasty.

Moreover, there must be a battle of survival with Cao Wei, so why not take the lead? What if the God of Destiny favors it? If you get Guanzhong and take over the 800-li Qinchuan, which is rich in Wang Hou, then it is not impossible to go out of the pass and fight for the world. Didn’t the Qin Dynasty and Emperor Gaozu Liu Bang all follow this strategy? No matter how bad it is, even if you are defeated, it would be better than waiting to die.

Therefore, Prime Minister Zhuge also wants to take a try!

Now that we came, we didn't plan to let both sides go back in a hurry. After showing their dreams, the roads of the two big bosses were officially broken. They sat in a large-shoulder sedan at the level of the East Factory Supervisor. Wang Hou was carried back into his military formation with a super villain. While walking back, he was holding a telescope and looking at Zhuge Liang sitting in a small wooden car like a wheelchair, and also returned to the front of the Shu army formation.

Wang Hou was in a relaxed mood in this battle. Although the Wei army under his command was not an invincible existence in this era, he was afraid of Cao Pi's 400,000 troops, but this was at his doorstep, and the Shu army came only half of the division. If he could not defeat it, he could not survive until now.

Holding a telescope in his right hand, he looked around. He waved his slap in his left hand with a particularly big villain. Among the neat military boots, the elite light infantry were holding heavy tiger squatting cannons, and they were particularly imposing and densely packed in front of the three armies.

Another paragraph, when he returned to his army, Prime Minister Zhuge was also ruthless and didn't talk much. He stood up from his wooden cart and summoned the chiefs of the Southern Barbarian cannon fodder tribe in front of the army. After a while of whisper, these barbarians who were cannon fodder were all excitedly holding an axe, sword and a square shield, and shouting excitedly to their fellow tribes behind him in their mouths.

"The Prime Minister has an order to rush past these rebels of the Han Dynasty. We can grab the cities in the rear and then let us go back to Nanzhong!"

"Boom~"

The entire barbarian vanguard army was full of excitement. The barbarians had no idea of ​​family and country justice, and had no centripetal force on the Han Empire. The only thing that encouraged them to fight bravely was the looting of wealth. Later Tang Dynasty recovered the two capitals of Luoyang and Chang'an occupied by An Lushan, and also promised that the children of the city would be robbed by Uighur soldiers. With wealth and promise to go home, these barbarian soldiers with naked upper bodies in the mountains were also cheering and beating the wooden shields on their hands, shouting loudly.

Poor, they didn't know what they were facing! As the sound of the snare drums of the Shu army sounded, groups of barbarian infantry also took the lead in charging forward in a scattered manner.

With these flesh-and-blooded front rows, the rear army, the central army, and the Wudang Feijun, which broke the formation on both wings, the pace also slowly moved forward.

"Stay! Stay!"

Compared with the bravery of the Shu army's vanguard, the front line of the Wei army seemed particularly calm. In the past three years, the newly built and the main force of Guanzhong troops have become increasingly professional. Wang Hou settled in the Imperial Military Academy in the Prime Minister's Mansion provided a large number of middle and low-level officers for the army, which has improved the soft power of the army by a large margin. The professional officers kept shouting with swords, and the artillery specially assigned in the light infantry gritted their teeth and firmly pinched the flintlock machine.

"Eight hundred steps!"

"Seven hundred steps!"

"Five hundred steps!"

The artillery observer, holding a bronze ruler and specializing in range measurement, shouted loudly. When he mentioned this five hundred steps, his voice even roared. In the loud shouting, the artillery soldiers were so relieved that they finally knocked on the flintlock machine. It was not as deafening as the general's cannon, but the thick cannon barrels still roared loudly, and three rows of tiger squatting cannons were sprayed out in an interlaced manner, and lead bullets as big as pills gushed towards the running barbarian infantry.

Thousands of years ago, humans tasted the pain of their bodies roaring and charging against gunpowder. The thick muscles are not bulletproof. The wooden shield twisted in hand is as crisp as a piece of paper in front of this thing. With a thundering sound, the chest muscles behind the shield were torn a few times larger by the whistling projectiles. The broken internal organs fell directly from the wound. Facing the frontal shooting close to the horn, the barbarian soldiers were shot and killed and injured as much as four or five hundred.

He rolled all over the ground with broken arms and legs, and his stomach was broken and his hole was slumped on the ground, spitting blood. Even before going to war, Zhuge Liang had ordered the gong to be beaten and ding gong to do a lot of training for these barbarians, but he had never seen such blood. Many barbarians in the back row simply screamed and fled back.

However, cannon fodder is always cannon fodder. The Shu army archers who had already been under the army behind them took the bow and shot it out without hesitation. The crackling arrows pierced into the muscles and screams, and the cannon fodder fell more than a hundred more.

This is the sorrow of the backward barbarians. In the West, the Roman Empire, which was traveling with the same Roman Empire, also used the Celtic Gallic Germanic barbarians as cannon fodder, and was shot and killed a large area. These remote tribes had to rush forward fiercely again.

In this chaos, the well-trained gunner of the Liangzhou Corps was loading the gun medicine for the second time and was waiting.

This speed was even more than ten seconds faster, so that the gunners gritted their teeth and waited unbearably again.

"Three hundred steps!"

"Two hundred steps!"

"One hundred and fifty steps!"

Another particularly loud shout came out, and once again, the artillery soldiers in the front row pulled down the flintlock machine. After the deafening sound of the cannon passed, they directly wore thick gloves and carried the hot tiger squatting cannon, turned around and left.

Immediately afterwards, the second row suddenly pulled the flintlock machine.

Why wait? Because the second shell was shot, the raised gun angle sprayed forward fifteen or sixteen small steel beads the size of later generations. Because of the weight, the ammunition became more fragmented and the range was much shorter, but the killing area was even more terrifying.

Nearly 10,000 heavy steel balls were walking within more than a thousand square meters, slapped heavily on the face, and even a single projectile might not kill anyone, but it could be enough to open a small but heart-wrenching blood hole on you.

This time, not many people died, but the survivors covered their bloody faces, belly, arms, and thighs, and rolled all over the ground with all their might and howled. Their eyes squeezed out like Xiahou Dun, and their organs broke and fell to the ground, and their miserable appearance was almost like hell coming to the earth.

In fact, a beast that lives in people's hearts. If it were placed in later generations, Wang Hou might have always been a law-abiding minority. However, in this era of pursuing killing and heroes, Wang Hou was also in a happy mood when he saw the scene of living hell created by his troops, and even watched the battle with an appreciation attitude.

However, at this moment, the sound that made his eardrums itch also sounded. He raised his head in surprise and almost rolled down from his pretentious big shoulder chariot.

The things that were dragging black smoke were also smashed to him!

"Rui Hui Cannon!"
Chapter completed!