Rumble... Rumble...

The iron hooves were flying, and the torrent formed by the gathering of people and horses finally began to run rapidly.

Zittle was in front, his eyes straight ahead, his hands were holding a long sword tightly, and his body was undulating with the rise and fall of the war horses, and the 40,000 elite cavalry behind him rushed to form a dense formation of storm formations following him.

They have already experienced many trials and are experienced in many battles. They are naturally disdainful of the ridiculous "obstacles" in front of them.

What is in front of them is not the wall, but the grassland. They have always claimed to be the king of the grassland.

So, in the cold, the vast iron cavalry broke through the dead grass, and thousands of horse hooves were thrown behind them. Their eyes were red ones, and most of them did not take the Han army in the trench seriously. Their eyes were just looking at the distance, looking at the trench behind the trench, the "city" built with many tents and many bricks and stone structures.

There are countless women, with mountains of wealth and countless treasures.

This is their goal. As long as you rush over and rush through the obstacles formed by this trench, everything will be within your reach.

Just thinking about it made them feel excited. At this moment, Zittle raised his arms and shouted: "Kill!"

"kill!"

The shouts of killing broke through the sky, and countless people roared hugely, and soon, the sound was covered by countless iron hooves.

The earth was trembling, so much mud and water in the trench were rustling down, making people covered in dirt.

The students lying in the trench can feel such power the most, as if they were shaking the ground, and even their bodies were shaking.

But everyone's face was still expressionless, still not showing any fear, and still not moving.

As the new army in Zhenguo, they have practiced such battles over and over again. They are tirelessly fighting and practicing rifles. They are proud of being able to be in the new army, so they will never retreat.

But looking up from the trench, tens of thousands of iron cavalry came from the killing general, and the scene was like a dark cloud covering it. Even though the expression on his face was still the same, it actually made people feel frightened.

At this time, Wang Shouren was solemn that he put down his telescope. He seemed very calm and did not interfere with the outside world's shouts and killings. He just said one after another: "Order, shelling."

"Arson..."

So, the bamboo whistle sounded, and the artillery was retreating. There were dozens of artillery batteries and more than seventy artillery pieces. The gun barrel was narrow and long, and the range of the rifled artillery inside was amazing in this era. Because of the rapid advancement of materials science, their shell equivalents became larger and larger. One shell had already dared to load four or five kilograms of medicine.

Artillery is the latest army of the new army. Because ships need artillery and many artillery cannons are verified on ships, this makes the new army equipped with artillery very quickly.

At this moment, the artillery had already loaded the shells and calibrated them. The dark long-barrel cannons were raised high to form an elevation angle. All the artillery had been trained countless times, so they were able to handle it.

After receiving the order, the artillery soldiers who had been quiet for a long time finally took action.

Boom...

After the skillful and smooth movements, the thunderous sound rang out, and in just a moment, it covered all the shouts and sounds of horse hooves.

It was like a rock that broke through the sky, or a spring thunder. Then, the smoke of gunpowder began to spread across the entire artillery position, and nearly a hundred cannons were like meteors, drawing a perfect arc in the sky.

But this huge noise did not allow the tens of thousands of cavalry to retreat at all. They still moved forward bravely. They had really had too many combat experiences. When fighting against the Han army, the most terrifying thing about the Han army was their firearms, but...

They also know very well that the so-called fire-harvesting weapons seem to be shocking, but after all, their lethality is limited. The only way to deal with this tactic is to ignore them and suffer a little casualties. As long as they rush to the enemy formation, they can control everything. As long as they can become the final winner, there is nothing to them about such casualties now.

In their many experiences, this is the most effective method, so even if you are hit by a firearm, it can only be considered as having bad luck.

The shells with tail flames had already flew into the air, and the Tatars' cavalry was too dense and they never worried about accuracy.

The shells, which were only thicker with arms, were not taken seriously by the Tatars at all, because in their opinion, it was just a little casualties. Zittle rushed to the front and saw the meteor-like shells passing over his head, and couldn't help laughing in his heart.

In his opinion, these Han people were just a group of cowards who dared to hide and set off some fireworks. Do you really think that these fireworks could withstand the warriors of Tatar?

Thinking of this, a mocking smile appeared on Zittle's lips, then raised his arms and was about to shout for killing.

But at this time, the shells that were still in the air above their heads actually exploded.

Generally speaking, the artillery used by the Han army that the Tatars encountered was mostly solid, and they might even stuff some nails and gravel into the barrel. Therefore, the so-called explosion is just to use the explosion of the barrel to push the shells out, while the shells are just like gravel in the slingshot.

But... the shell exploded by itself, but it was unprecedented.

Boom...

Countless smoke filled the air, and the explosion around oneself and the distance was the same as the one in the distance. The air waves emitted by this explosion immediately made many people fall over.

And the broken shrapnel splashed and immediately swept across.

This was really scary. In just a moment, the shells suspended in mid-air detonated were astonishingly lethal, and hundreds of people were immediately affected, so that the entire charge of the cavalry was stagnant.

Zittle, who has experienced many battles, did not worry much. Although the casualties were large, they had a chance to rush over. There were many people in them and could afford this sacrifice.

Oh, just rush over and let you...

But... his thought came to an abrupt end.

Because at this time, something really terrible happened.

The explosion of shells rose thick smoke. Yes, it was thick smoke. The smoke was light yellow and had a slight garlic smell. At first, no one cared about it, because the survivors still had the same goal.

Kill it... As long as you kill it, there will be many women and countless wealth. These Han people are not worthy of having these things at all.

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