The weapon tycoon who traveled to Daqin

"Keep it. Good, good." King Yan was suddenly freed from the tense state just now.

"Okay, okay." King Yan sat on the ground a little exhausted.

"Your Majesty, this is all the work of the musketeers. Those muskets are so powerful. They beat Zhao Jun like a clay figure. And the artillery. Zhao Jun was like a little clay figure. He was crushed in one go.

It's fallen." The attendant said vividly.

King Yan smiled happily after hearing this.

In Dongcheng, the situation of the Yan Army is not optimistic. This stalemate between the two sides is very detrimental to the musketeers and artillery teams. Ammunition is declining rapidly. The Yan Army soldiers have never known what saving ammunition is. The three-row shooting principle of training is in panic.

The shooting has gradually become a row. As soon as the loading is completed, shoot immediately. Wang Ben can no longer effectively control these idiots.

Such chaotic shooting can only show the fear of the Yan army soldiers. Although the Zhao army has been defeated now, the Zhao army is an elite force after all. It is difficult to let a group of fools drive a group of elite soldiers down.

Some musketeers began to withdraw, and their bullets had been used up. The ammunition of the musketeers was equipped with sixty rounds. This was the standard equipment of soldiers during the American Civil War. Obviously, in such an occasion, this equipment is very unsuitable.

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"General, our ammunition is about to run out." A Yan Army captain reported to Wang Ben respectfully.

"What else can you do if you run out of ammunition? Get the ammunition back from the armory immediately, quickly." Wang Ben immediately shouted loudly.

"Here." Lieutenant Colonel Yan Jun said with fists clasped.

"Wait, there's still that cannonball, bring it over together." Wang Ben asked again.

"Slow down the shooting. Save ammunition." Wang Ben shouted loudly.

The soldiers of the Yan army started fighting, but they did not hear Wang Ben's loud shout at all.

Seeing that no one was listening, Wang Ben immediately started punching and kicking. After a beating, the firing speed of the musket slowed down.

Zhao Jun began to realize that the musket fire was getting busy, and launched a tentative counterattack. As soon as he showed his head, he was knocked to the ground by muskets. The rest of Zhao Jun immediately took cover.

Then Zhao Jun began to use shields to test. The muskets could barely penetrate. Seeing this, Zhao Jun began to boldly counterattack. The number of people suddenly increased. The situation was not good for Yan Jun.

What Wang Ben wants is such a counterattack. If they keep hiding like this, it will be very detrimental to the musketeers. Bullets cannot penetrate the thick city wall, and the artillery cannot shoot at high angles. As long as they come to the ground, they

That's it.

"The musketeers retreat twenty feet. Prepare the artillery." Wang Ben ordered loudly.

The musketeers began to retreat sparsely. The Yan army no longer had any formations visible. Wang Ben was very helpless. These soldiers were good soldiers, but there was no discipline. They did not have strict laws like the Qin army.

Can be controlled.

Retreating is a bit like running away, because the Yan army soldiers ran to the back in twos and threes, not one team after another at all.

The artillery has been loaded. Their target is the Zhao army rushing down.

The musketeers had retreated to a position. Zhao Jun rushed down and stepped forward quickly. They had to make contact with the musketeers quickly, otherwise the terrifying flamethrowing pipes would continue to devour their lives.

"The musketeers dispersed. The artillery opened fire," Wang Ben shouted loudly.

As soon as the Yan army soldiers dodged the muzzle, the artillery began to fire. The loud sound knocked the soldiers of the musketry team to the ground.

Two artillery shells were fired flatly. Zhao Jun, who had just rushed down, was hit with two bloody wounds.

"Fire". Two more artillery pieces roared and fired out shells.

The soldiers of the Zhao army who were charging quickly were shot again. The soldiers of the Zhao army who rushed in front were turned into piles of flesh and blood. Splattered pieces of meat were scattered everywhere. The projectiles passed through the human body and hit the soldiers in the rear row with blood mist.

The Zhao army collided violently with the incoming artillery shells. The Zhao army suffered extremely heavy losses.

"Shoot." Wang Ben shouted loudly.

"Bang, bang bang." The sound of muskets sounded intermittently. Many soldiers' muskets had no ammunition. Only a few could fire.

"Kill." Yan Han, who arrived in time, quickly organized a counterattack with a large group of troops mobilized from various places. Wang Ben breathed a sigh of relief. If they had not killed in time, the musketeers and artillery teams would no longer exist.

When the Yan army saw that the Zhao army was beaten to pieces by artillery, the morale of the Yan army was greatly boosted, and they counterattacked extremely bravely. Due to the artillery, the morale of the Zhao army began to show signs of disintegration. After resisting for a while, they retreated, running all the way towards the city wall.

Go, the Yan army took advantage of the victory and pursued it. They attacked fiercely all the way. The Zhao army could not resist. The Yan army successfully attacked the city.

There were not many soldiers of the Zhao army defending the city. Coupled with the continuous firing of muskets, people kept falling. Many soldiers carried the injured soldiers down. This counterattack basically exhausted the defensive power. The sudden counterattack of the Yan army

The Zhao army was caught off guard and unable to resist the fierce offensive of the Yan army. The Zhao army was driven off the city. Zhao Jun, who had no time to retreat from the ropes and high ladders, was forced by the Yan army to jump off the city.

Li Mu saw Zhao Jun jumping off the city top one after another. The anger in his heart could no longer be suppressed.

"Order the archers to come forward and shoot them with random arrows." Li Mu frowned and shouted loudly.

"Here." The captain immediately conveyed the order. Zhao Jun stood on the chariot waving the battle flag.

Zhao Jun's archers quickly stepped forward. Only a few Zhao Jun retreated from the top of the city. The others were killed by Yan Jun.

"Let go." A black mist rose into the sky.

"Whoosh." The rain of arrows fell indiscriminately on the city. The Yan army that had just re-captured the city was killed by the rain of arrows falling from the sky before they had time to rejoice. Even Yan Han was hit by several arrows. Large pieces of them were shot.

The Yan troops fell one after another. Most of the Yan troops were shot before they could defend themselves. They suffered heavy losses.

"General, do you want to attack the city again?" A deputy general stepped forward and asked.

Li Mu looked at the retreating Zhao army. They suffered heavy losses, and many of them had missing limbs. The soldiers were frightened when they saw them.

These are also the elites of Li Mu's border army. They have seen all kinds of formations, but they have never seen such a scene today. They did not participate in the siege, and they don't know what happened in the city. They don't know why they attacked.

It must be so embarrassing.

At the same time, the 50,000 men led by Sima Shang attacked the city with all their strength. Since they did not attack at the same time, the Yan army was more fully prepared. In addition, the Zhao army was not strong enough to fight against the 30,000 men.

Compared with the elite frontier troops, the Zhao army's attack on the city was quite embarrassing. They were beaten down several times by the Yan army. Sima Shang was anxious and turned around.