Chapter 889 Interlude

"Bang, bang, bang..."

In front of Songyang Pass, the soldiers of the Wangfu rushed to Songyang Pass like a tide. Read М

After more than ten days of bombardment, the front of Songyang Pass was full of craters.

Using the dense craters, the soldiers covered each other and pushed the front line forward.

The soldiers of Beidi and Nanliang could not resist at all and kept retreating.

"It's really a mantis trying to stop a chariot." Seeing this scene, Chang Wei snorted coldly.

He disdained Beidi and Nanliang's desire to occupy Songyang Pass.

Zhao Xu's face was calm, and the current one-sided situation was within his expectations.

After more than ten days of bombardment, the Beidi soldiers and Nanliang soldiers in the trenches exchanged five or six forks.

At least 70,000 to 80,000 enemy soldiers died in the bombardment.

This kind of war where you can only take a beating and can't fight back will naturally make the soldiers' morale extremely low.

Now, it is natural that the Wangfu's personal army launched a charge and the enemy soldiers were immediately defeated.

They lost confidence.

At this time,

At Songyang Pass, Ashur and Orski were close to the ground of the city wall, carefully observing the battle outside.

Seeing his soldiers constantly losing their trenches, Ashur could not help but feel annoyed.

Despite the extremely low morale, his soldiers still insisted on fighting with the soldiers of the King of Yan.

And the soldiers of the Southern Liang Dynasty basically collapsed at the first touch.

But facing the flexible soldiers of the King of Yan, they were still at a disadvantage and were constantly shot.

"We must boost the morale of the soldiers." Ashur said at this time, "Orski, send the soldiers equipped with muzzle-loading rifles!"

The 20,000 riflemen, including the Russian soldiers, are the trump cards they hold in their hands.

They will never let them take risks until the critical moment.

But if they continue, no matter how many reserve troops they send, the result will be a one-way trip.

Of course, he can also choose to evacuate Songyang Pass now.

But he really can't bear to do so.

If he loses this place, the Tubo he controls will be under the attack of the King of Yan.

Orski nodded. He was more worried about the contact with Britain.

Another point is that he wanted to give the King of Yan a taste of his power so that he could negotiate with him and force him to make concessions.

This was also one of the tasks assigned to him by Foreign Minister Chevs.

So he looked at the battlefield, "Let them go and remind the King of Yan that if we all have muzzle-loading rifles, he can't win. Even if he wins, they will pay a heavy price."

Upon hearing this, Ashur immediately issued an order to let the soldiers equipped with muzzle-loading rifles from the Southern Liang and Northern Di enter the battlefield.

Not long after, 20,000 people gathered under the city wall.

The Russian soldiers climbed the city wall, while the Northern Di and Southern Liang soldiers entered the trenches and fired at the advancing royal troops.

"Bang, bang, bang..." A burst of gunfire that was crisper than a flintlock musket rang out.

More soldiers of the royal troops who were charging forward obviously fell.

This scene shocked Ashur and Orski.

They looked at each other, and Ashur said, "The gap between us and the troops of King Yan is in muskets and artillery. You Westerners should hurry up to provide us with more rifled guns."

"You don't need to tell me. The Western countries must be setting off a wave of rifled guns." Orski said.

He breathed a sigh of relief, although the muzzle-loading rifled gun was obviously not as flexible as the new muskets of King Yan.

But at least it was much better than the flintlock.

With this kind of firearm, even if they lose, they will not lose too badly.

As long as they ensure that every battle causes more casualties to the troops of King Yan.

Sooner or later, King Yan will recognize the reality, sit down with them and negotiate honestly, and become docile.

"Hahaha..." Ashur laughed rarely.

He never laughed after the battle of Miancheng.

But now, he sees hope.

The appearance of muzzle-loading rifled gun soldiers also boosted the confidence of the soldiers of Beidi and Nanliang.

Many soldiers cheered up and continued to stay in the trenches to fight with the soldiers of King Yan.

In a short time, they stabilized the front line.

However, it was only in a short time.

Noticing the riflemen, the soldiers of the palace immediately became careful on the battlefield, instead of rushing like wild bulls.

They immediately turned into a cunning wolf pack, using all obstacles to cover their bodies, and then waiting for opportunities to shoot and throw grenades.

"They are finally willing to use their trump cards." Zhao Xu frowned.

The muzzle-loading rifle is a thing they eliminated, and every soldier knows the performance of the muzzle-loading rifle.

It's just that the shooting was too smooth just now, which made the soldiers and generals a little careless.

This led to unnecessary casualties in the first wave of shooting.

But after suffering a loss, the royal army and generals immediately changed their tactics.

The speed of the front line was slower, but more steady.

At this time, the advantages of the Qin-style rifle were reflected.

The soldiers were hiding behind obstacles in various postures at this moment, and they could continue to shoot.

"Let the artillery take care of them." Chang Wei put down the telescope.

He kept staring at the battlefield and observed the group of rifled soldiers entering the battlefield.

Their advantage is not only the Qin-style rifle.

Their artillery is also unmatched by the other side.

Moreover, they will soon be equipped with breech-loading cannons.

At that time, they will be the nightmare of the Westerners with the "God of War" of artillery in their hands.

"Boom boom boom..."

His order was issued, and the howitzer threw shrapnel shells one by one at the last three rows of trenches.

At present, the soldiers of the royal palace have occupied the first three rows of trenches.

The distance between the two is about 150 meters.

This distance is within the range of the muzzle-loading rifle.

At the same time, the rifled cannon also threw shells at the city wall.

During the bombardment, the soldiers of the royal palace stopped attacking and lay on the ground honestly.

It is normal for the howitzer and the rifled cannon to have a hundred-meter error.

They don't want to be killed by their own shells.

As the cannon sounded, Ashur and Orski, who were proud of the excellent performance of the rifled cannon, immediately pulled their faces long.

They panicked like rabbits and slid down the city wall.

The rifled soldiers in charge of the battle were not so lucky.

Under the bombardment of shells, they continued to suffer casualties.

Next, Orski and Ashur kept seeing the dead and wounded rifled soldiers being carried from the city walls and trenches into the city.

Rows of incomplete or unrecognizable bodies were placed on the ground.

Now, they had no other options.

After the first round of shooting, the riflemen's shooting was less effective.

The enemy soldiers continued to shoot at the riflemen.

Now with the bombardment of artillery, the casualties of the riflemen continued to increase.

It won't be long before the riflemen will be killed or wounded.

"Retreat!" Ashur said.

He insisted on guarding Songyang City.

But the performance of the rifled gun on the battlefield gave him confidence.

He changed his mind. Instead of wasting the lives of the soldiers here, it would be better to wait for more rifled guns to arrive.

Of course, it would be better if the Westerners could send artillery with equal power.

Dou Wei and Xiao Cheng had no objection, and they had no choice.

Choosing to become a stray dog ​​and live in the world, they knew that they could only go all the way with the Northern Di people in the future.