The weapon tycoon who traveled to Daqin

"Hehe," Naofumi just smiled. He didn't say anything. This era is a turbulent era. The society is in the midst of rapid changes. Who knows what his own destiny will be. Naofumi himself doesn't know why he entered such an era. era.

The pace of time is moving slowly, and the battle to quell the slave rebellion in the north is still going on brutally. The Qin Army's Third Infantry Division took the most severe blow, fully displaying the Qin Army's previous ferocity.

"Crash!" A group of Qin cavalry troops were walking on a rural road built in the north of Qin State. Not far away was a Qin state-level highway. This section of the road was built by the local prefecture of Qin State. On the state road There are also a large number of telephone poles with transmission lines and cables, but what is eye-catching is not the electric wires, but the heads chopped off by the Qin army and nailed on with iron nails. There is a tree on the state highway. There are rows of telephone poles, and without exception, these telephone poles are all covered with severed heads of slaves.

"It's too scary." Under the protection of the Qin army, the fleeing people began to drive back to their homes. However, when they saw a row of slaves on the telephone poles, they still thought this method was a bit too cruel.

"It's scary, these damn slaves, only when their heads are chopped off can they know how powerless their rebellion is," said a Qin Army captain riding over.

"Plop," there was a dull sound, and a head was thrown to the ground.

"Hang it up, we'll show the slaves," the captain said fiercely.

"This is war. As long as those slaves rebel again, we will kill them all," the captain said.

"Okay, we have to launch an attack on the nearby town, which is being besieged by slaves. We have to rescue them," the captain said.

"Forward," said the captain, slapping his horse and advancing rapidly.

"Come on," the soldiers behind said and rushed out after the captain.

This is a fast-moving infantry unit. Their method of maneuver is horse movement, but their combat method is infantry combat. Rapid maneuvering and dismounted infantry fighting are their combat methods.

In a small town not far away, a fierce battle was going on.

"Woooooo," the slaves launched another attack on the town. There were more than 3,000 slaves besieging the town. They were a large number, but the total population of the town did not exceed 600 people.

This was a battle with extremely disparity in strength, but this town recruited all the people to participate in the battle.

"Woooooo," a group of disheveled slaves rushed towards the town. The main traffic thoroughfares of the town were covered with various obstacles, but these obstacles were covered with corpses in various forms of death. The streets are littered with these corpses.

"Let go," an old man wearing a felt hat shouted loudly. He was a Confucian scholar. He came here to promote Confucianism and also served as the enlightenment teacher of the town. But he was such a gentle and elegant person. Now, he was commanding an artillery team to fire at the rushing slaves.

"Boom," there was a huge bombardment. The old-fashioned bronze artillery became the most advantageous weapon in the hands of the militiamen. Since it was a close combat, the artillery was loaded with shotguns. These shotguns were enough to kill many people.

"Huh," a huge whistling sound came, and the shotgun flew out directly.

"Ah," a large number of slaves were knocked to the ground by flying shotguns, and many of them could never stand up.

"Let go," followed by a roar.

"Bang bang," the militiaman pulled the trigger in his hand and fired rapidly.

The weapons used by the militiamen are all kinds, with bullets of various calibers ranging from small to large, and guns of various models and principles.

"Poof," a woman shot at the slave with an old-fashioned flintlock gun in her hand. The flying bullet hit a slave who was charging intensively. The slave fell to the ground on the spot. The caliber of this old-fashioned flintlock gun was average. They are all very large, and some have reached .70 caliber bullets, which are extremely lethal.

Before the dense gunpowder had dissipated, a child behind him, only seven or eight years old, raised his rifle and started shooting.

"Poof," the child almost raised the rifle to shoot due to the strength of his hand, but the weapon he held was a little more advanced than the weapon the woman held. It was a kind of cross between a live-door rifle and a flintlock gun. Among the percussion guns, this kind of gun uses a flash cap, which is a little more advanced than the flintlock gun because it can avoid the wet gunpowder and prevent the percussion operation.

"Bang, bang, bang," but the men were holding better guns than the women and children. They were using live-door rifles or lever rifles, and the rifle ammunition they used was fixed-loading ammunition. Convenient and fast shooting speed.

"Ah," the slaves who rushed over were hit by continuous bullets, while the people behind stepped on the corpses of their own companions and attacked forward. Even those companions who were only injured and still breathing were shot by their own people. Trampled to death, because this is a battle, and they are inherently cruel.

"Fire," the artillery reloaded and fired.

"Boom," there was a huge noise, and the artillery shells were directly bombarded. The slaves who were less than fifty steps away from the militia defense line suddenly fell down in large pieces.

"Everyone spread out, the second line of defense begins to fight," the Confucian scholar shouted loudly at this time. As he spoke, his artillery team members pushed the heavy artillery and left the artillery position.

At this time, other people holding rifles began to retreat while shooting. They were advancing towards the second line of defense established behind them.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu" When the slaves saw that the Qin people's defense line was loose, they immediately launched the most ferocious offensive.

"Buzz," said a slave man in his prime, waving a big ax in his hand and flying towards the Qin people.

With a "buzz" sound, the ax accurately hit a man waving a makeshift militia battle flag.

"Retreat," more Qin people were retreating at this time.

"Retreat," the Qin people shouted loudly, and they were attacking the next line of defense.

"Bang, bang," other militiamen standing on the attic began to provide them with necessary fire cover, but there were too many enemies, and the attacks were extremely fierce. It was difficult for the Qin people to withstand such a sharp attack in a short time. .

"Ah," the militiaman who was hit by an ax fell to the ground. After seeing it, the Confucian scholar quickly picked up the battle flag and waved it high.

"Fight, we must keep fighting and kill these barbarians," the elegant Confucian scholar shouted. This is really beyond people's imagination.

"Bang, bang," seeing the battle flag waving again, the militiamen picked up their rifles and started fighting.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu" But the slave vanguard is still approaching the second line of defense built by the militia little by little.

"Bang bang," a young man fired continuously with a pistol in his hand. His rifle had no time to reload due to the enemy's rapid approach.

"Damn, they're approaching us," the young man began to panic.

"Don't be afraid, keep fighting," a strong man shouted loudly, encouraging his men to keep fighting.

"Bang," bullets kept shooting out.

"No," the young man was still a little scared when he saw the slaves rushing to the front. If they simply shot, they wouldn't feel anything, but when the enemy rushed to the front and used bayonets to fight, then, at this time, It's time to test your courage.

Facing the test of courage, the young man was a little scared.

"We have to retreat to the back line," the young man said, and started to run towards the back with his weapon.

"Damn it, don't run away, we still need to keep fighting," the man shouted loudly.

But the young man had already run to the back.

"Retreat," in desperation, the strong man also had to retreat, and shouted loudly to let the people behind follow him.

"Retreat," is how the militiamen fought. They built many simple defense fortifications. They used their rifles to shoot. After killing the slave thugs, they immediately retreated, and then retreated to the next line of defense. Then the slave immediately retreats when approaching.

This type of retreat makes the slaves very helpless. The slaves often have to pay a huge price if they take a few steps forward. They are rarely able to rush in quickly.

Because slaves are not regular soldiers, they do not have iron discipline and are very random in the way of fighting. In this way, after the slaves lose many people in a row, their military morale begins to become unstable. In order to save their lives, they can only keep their lives after robbery. The fruit of victory, so after they encountered setbacks, they slowly lost their will to fight, and in the end the battle came to nothing. Although there were aggressive Huns and Hu people, their nature was to seek profit. Next, none of them are willing to sacrifice their lives.

Just as the slave offensive was gradually weakening, the Qin infantry not far away was unfolding their formation.

"Machine gun ready," the captain shouted loudly.

"Mortar, rapid fire, start," the captain shouted loudly.

"Bang, bang, bang," the three mortars opened fire rapidly.

"Woooooooo," the cannonballs whizzed down, and the slave had not noticed the situation here.

"Machine gun fire," the captain shouted loudly.

"Boom, boom, boom," the shells quickly landed and exploded in the crowd of slaves.

"Thud, tug, tug, tug," the machine gun shot at the slaves quickly, and a large number of slaves were killed like wheat.

"Woooo," the slaves were stunned. The Qin army was behind them. They were beaten hard. Then, the slaves were in chaos.