surnamed Wang

In the afterglow of the setting sun, a thousand soldiers and horses carrying firearms arrived ten miles east of Sinan Mansion.

They drove their horses to send the thousand-jin artillery to the hillside. Looking at the neatly arranged camps in the distance, the leading officer gave an order, and the three artillery pieces with extremely long barrels made loud noises at the same time.

Everyone in the military camp heard the sound and thought it was thunder, and didn't think much about it. It wasn't until someone shouted "Invincible General" that the soldiers began to panic.

The general does not refer to a certain general, but the name of the artillery. Not every cannon is qualified to be called a general. It must have range, accuracy, and power at the same time to get this title.

Due to the loss of craftsmanship, the entire dynasty had no more than ten "general cannons" in total, and their value was no less than the same weight of silver. Unless the country was in danger, they would not be used easily.

The last time it was used was more than ten years ago. When the late emperor was still alive, some rebels robbed a city and intended to negotiate terms with the court. The local generals directly moved out the general cannon, and two cannons smashed the thick city gate into pieces.

As a result, firearms once again came into view, and the emperor ordered the reorganization of the artillery in the Ministry of Works warehouse. However, due to poor preservation, they all rotted away early, leaving only a few scattered among the garrisons in various places.

The unlucky Minister of Industry was punished and demoted to an official the size of a sesame seed and a mung bean, responsible for oiling and removing rust from firearms.

After this incident, the reputation of the general's artillery became known, and everyone among the soldiers was aware of it. Even now, their expressions changed after hearing about it, and they scrambled to flee and find cover.

This is an open area with not even an extra tree. When the army was in a hurry, the first batch of projectiles were already approaching. The accuracy was not good, and they all exploded in the field next to them.

The general on the hillside frowned and said to a fat man:

"Why did you miss it?"

"General, it was a pure mistake. I have never used this thing before. Please give me another chance."

"There aren't many bullets. If you waste any more, I'll stuff you into the barrel."

"Yes Yes Yes."

The subordinates hurriedly debugged it carefully. After a while, they straightened up and said:

"Okay, there's no problem with keeping it this time."

The three artillery pieces fired again, this time with excellent accuracy, and they all landed in the military camp. The soldiers who were lucky to have escaped were immediately knocked upside down by the explosion.

"Why the hell did these bastards open fire on us?"

Sima Chengguang crawled out of the pit, spat and cursed.

He was lucky. He was far away from the impact point of the shell, and was only knocked over by Yu Wei. The whereabouts of the blue tassel gun in his hand was unknown.

Sima Kuan lay on the ground, looking at the east hillside with a gloomy face and said:
"I'm afraid the weapons that support us have been taken away by King Wu."

"Didn't he get beaten back to the city?"

"King Wu's plan is further than we thought. Failure to keep him was my biggest mistake."

"What should we do now?"

"There are not many people on the hillside, only a thousand at most. Cheng'er, you lead 5000 people to besiege. I will lead people to attack the city. Even if the cost is higher, we must solve the future troubles."

"Yes."

……

While the father and son were making plans, the city was not idle either. King Wu once again put on his horse and mounted his horse, pointing his golden sword directly at the outside of the city and said:
"Brothers, success or failure depends on this one move. Follow me out of the city and capture Sima and his son."

Compared with the 5 troops before, there were [-] more militiamen in the crowd at this time. They were dressed simply and their weapons were only sticks, sickles, hoes and other farm tools. They had to go to the battlefield for the sake of their wives, children and children at home.King Wu once made it clear in public that if he was defeated this time, he would not leave the city until he had used up the last bit of rice and flour, and defended until there was not a single soldier left. The people in the city would exchange their sons for food, turning the entire Sinan Mansion into a dead city. Only the imperial court can be considered victorious.

Wang Zhaoqi wanted a good reputation, but he refused to give it to him. Even if he died, he would make him sick. This sinister idea of ​​having a son without a butthole naturally came from Guan Xuanzai.

In the crowd, Wang Yijing stood on his horse, looked back at the people who dared to be angry but dared not speak, and said with a heartless smile:

"Mr. Guan, when the prince gets the throne one day, he will definitely kill several heroes to anger the people. You will definitely be the first one."

The Confucian scholar was not frightened by his words, and said with a happy expression:
"Counsels think that people think about the world, but they rarely think about themselves. Guan is just the opposite. From the day he decided to follow the prince, he made plans to die. And wasn't General Wang accompanying him on the road to hell?"

"Haha, that's good, but I don't intend to die. At least this time I can't be like before, doing the dirty work for others and then being thrown away."

After the young man finished speaking, he drove his horse towards the city gate. As he advanced, he drew out the golden gun mounted on the horse's side and muttered to himself:

"Last time I walked in a hurry and left you behind. This time you and I will advance and retreat together."

The city gate opened wide, and a figure rode out.

……

The artillery fire was flying, and the flesh and blood body was no match for the torrent of steel. Projectiles exploded in the crowd, disrupting Sima Kuan's deployment again and again.

Ten miles away on the east side, Sima Chengguang led five thousand light cavalry to the foot of the mountain. Before he could attack, a burst of smoke rose from the hillside, and nearly a hundred projectiles rained down. It was not until someone was shot that the crackling sound of firecrackers could be heard in the ears. .

"Don't tell me, these old antiques can hit far and accurately. No wonder the Ministry of Industry thinks they have hidden treasures."

Fuling handed the gun in his hand to his subordinates, took the loaded one, and pointed the gun at the foot of the mountain again.

How happy they were, but how miserable they were at the foot of the mountain. Three hundred firearms forced 5000 people to hold their heads down, and waves of continuous fire did not give them any chance to breathe.

The young man got angry, rushed out from behind the big rock, pointed his gun at the top of the mountain and said:

"Charge with me and wipe out these rebellious officials and traitors."

Everyone was suffocating in their chests and their eyes were red. They picked up their swords, mounted their horses and rushed to the top of the mountain.

Five thousand cavalry formed a line and circled the hillside to reduce the possibility of being hit and cut off the enemy's retreat.

Fuling on the mountain remained unfazed. He waved his hand and the soldiers carried out several heavy wooden boxes. The boxes were all filled with iron lumps.

"To resist the enemy from a high position, it is better to use fire and thunder..."

Fu Ling muttered something in a low voice and raised a smile on his lips.

The soldiers took out the fire thunder and lit the torches. When the five thousand light cavalry rushed to the mountainside, they lit the fuses one after another, rounded their arms and threw them downwards.

This method was not created by Fuling, but came from "The Art of War" written by a general of the dynasty hundreds of years ago. There are only a few fragments left today. Although the content is simple and straightforward, it is extremely effective because it is too Cherish words like gold, but some of them are difficult to understand.

For example, "If the enemy raises a country's troops to invade, it is better to use Zhao swordsman, who can defeat the enemy without spending a single soldier."

Later generations speculated a lot about the "Swordsman Zhao" among them. Some said he was an assassin, some said he belonged to an envoy. Finally, through historical documents, it was guessed that this person might be the legendary sword god Zhao Zhiyi.

Although the mystery was solved, these warriors still didn't understand why a general who licked blood from his sword while marching in battle believed in these myths and legends of ghosts and gods.
... (end of this chapter)