The weapon tycoon who traveled to Daqin

"Whoosh." Zhao Jun, who was standing on the ladder, kept shooting at the musketeers. The muskets of the musketeers shot at the large number of Zhao troops who were climbing the city. The situation formed a dead end, and it depended on who could hold on to the end first.

"Quickly, pull up the cannon. Hurry up." Wang Ben shouted loudly. Now only the cannon can kill the archers standing on the ladder.

Several Yan army soldiers finally pushed the cannon up with great effort. The soldiers were so tired that they all hid aside to rest.

Colonel Wang looked anxious and stepped forward himself to complete the artillery loading process.

Wang Ben was anxiously waiting for the artillery. When he saw Colonel Wang loading the artillery, he immediately stepped forward to help. A Zhao soldier standing on the ladder had obviously noticed the situation on the cannon. He felt that this strange weapon must be powerful.

It was huge, so he aimed his arrow at Colonel Wang who was loading.

Lieutenant Wang skillfully loaded the cannonballs by himself. Then all he had to do was place the cannon messages.

"Whoosh." The Zhao army soldier drew the bow with all his strength and shot the arrow out fiercely.

"Be careful." Wang Ben, who was about to step forward, suddenly saw a sharp arrow flying towards him.

Wang Ben had just shouted out. The sharp arrow had accurately shot into Captain Wang's head. He was killed with one arrow. When Wang Ben saw Captain Wang falling slowly, he became anxious. He immediately stepped forward and picked up the torch.

, adjust the angle. Wang Ben has already aimed at Zhao Jun on the ladder.

Another Zhao soldier came forward. He rested his numb arm for a while and prepared to draw his bow and shoot again.

"Go to hell." Wang Ben had already lit the cannon message.

"Bang." There was a huge sound. The smoke after the artillery was fired drowned Wang Ben, who was full of hatred. The artillery shells roared and hit the ladder filled with Zhao army archers.

"Crack." The impact of the cannonball hit the ladder accurately. But the position was relatively biased. It completely broke the huge pillar supporting the ladder. The unbalanced ladder began to collapse. The shells that were ejected hit the ladder hard.

The Zhao army formed a dense siege formation. The artillery shells they smashed down bounced twice in a row. Many people in the Zhao army died from the jumping shells.

Wang Ben had already loaded the second round at the fastest speed. Wang Ben's super-record loading speed surprised the Yan army soldiers who were resting aside.

"Bang." There was a loud noise. The artillery roared again. A shell accurately hit the ladder that was close to the city wall. The ladder filled with Zhao soldiers was hit. The impact of the shell tore the Zhao soldiers apart.

It turned into a ball of rotten flesh, with blood and flesh flying everywhere, and landed on the heads of the Zhao soldiers attacking the city.

The ladder was shattered. Wooden blocks, broken limbs, internal organs, bows and arrows were scattered everywhere.

Zhao Jun, who had already attacked the city, was interrupted by two loud sounds of artillery. As long as they made a desperate attack, they could defeat the musketeers who were already shooting in chaos. The musketeers were not equipped with bayonets. Close combat became muskets.

The team's Achilles heel.

Zhao Jun could no longer stand this weapon with huge destructive power. The huge sound shook Zhao Jun's morale. The terrifying killing effect completely defeated Zhao Jun.

"Bang bang." The shooting of the musketeers was sporadic. Zhao Jun's desperate fighting style made many musketeers very nervous. They made mistakes while busy. They either failed to open the fire door or reloaded. The malfunction of the muskets suddenly rose to a new level.

. Others fired continuously, and the barrel was overwhelmed and completely scrapped. But there was no explosion in the barrel. This is really a miracle.

"Bang." The artillery fired again. It directly blasted the Zhao army on the top of the city to pieces. The shells passed directly through the dense Zhao army, and a bloody path appeared in the Zhao army.

Zhao Jun, who had lost half of his body, shouted hoarsely. Zhao Jun, who also had only his upper body, struggled with all his strength. This scene was extremely terrifying.

"Save me!" Zhao Jun, whose internal organs were bleeding all over the floor, shouted loudly. He grabbed the leg of a nearby soldier with all his strength and shouted loudly. Zhao Jun's soldiers were extremely disgusted by this bloody scene. They rushed to kill them desperately, but they continued to fight.

The enemy's feet were not touched. Is this kind of fighting useful?

After Zhao Jun calmed down from the madness, he began to think about the value and purpose of doing so. Then the soldiers began to flee consciously. If one incident occurs, it will quickly spread to others. Zhao Jun began to retreat. There was no order.

, they had to turn their backs to the firing of muskets.

Zhao Jun, who was extremely frightened, jumped off the city wall. Miracles always happen. The corpses under the city had been piled up. Not one of them was complete. Zhao Jun could not bear such a large flesh pad.

Survive with minor damage.

The Zhao army began to retreat. Most of the musketeers stopped shooting. Most of their muskets were completely scrapped and could not be used. Sporadic shooting came from the musketeers who fired a lot of ammunition.

Wang Ben threw away the torch. The cannon was no longer usable. Three consecutive rapid fires had cracked the tail of the cannon. If he fired again, the barrel would explode.

Wang Ben picked up Captain Wang's body and looked fiercely at the timid Yan Army soldiers. Then he walked down the city wall.

Zhao Jun began to retreat on a large scale. The able-bodied soldiers retreated to the rear formation at full speed. Those Zhao Jun soldiers who were shot slowly supported each other and worked hard to return to their own army.

Zhao Jun, who was behind the pressure, could no longer stop Zhao Jun from escaping. Seeing this scene, Zhao Jun's deputy general stepped forward anxiously and said.

"General, are you?" Before the deputy general could speak, he saw Li Mu closing his eyes in pain. He had no choice but to look at him with a helpless expression.

Li Mu waved his hand, which meant that the army should retreat. The deputy general had no choice but to issue such an order.

Only the rear group of the Zhao army returned to the camp in a certain order. The Zhao army was surrounded by scattered Zhao soldiers. The situation was out of control.

Sima Shang personally directed the siege, but the weak Zhao army could no longer attack the city wall. A school captain conveyed the news of Li Mu's withdrawal. Sima Shang said "Alas" and ordered the entire army to withdraw to the camp.

The Yan army defended desperately and finally won the victory. The whole army cheered loudly. Zhao Jun's weapons, corpses, flags, and siege equipment were continuously thrown down from the top of the city. The sarcastic voice "sent off" Zhao Jun's departure.

This battle was fought from morning to night, and Zhao Jun's final statistics showed that the losses were as high as more than 22,000 people, of which 15,000 were from Li Mu's elite frontier troops. And this number still has room to increase.

Zhao Jun's military medical office was filled with wounded soldiers lying on the ground. They were all wounded by muskets. Moreover, the wounds were more difficult to heal than knife wounds. The military doctors had never seen such wounds at all, and it was difficult to deal with them for a while.

The wounded soldier shouted loudly, but the military doctor had no choice but to take action.

There are no disinfection measures or any disinfection precautions. Wound infection, a large number of soldiers crowded together. The cross-section of wounds caused by bullets, the dirty treatment environment, the probability of cross-infection increases exponentially. The death rate of wounded soldiers after injury will be doubled.

increase. It’s just a matter of time.