sjar Chapter 75 Strategy
Chapter 75 Strategy
Xiao Liuzi said with difficulty, "It's alright, Brother Niu. Our lord said that we are comrades-in-arms. You entrusted your back to me, and I must protect your back for you."
"You brat!" Old Niu punched Xiao Liu in the chest. The punch caused Xiao Liu to spit out blood. Only then did Old Niu realize that Xiao Liu was injured. He quickly took out a first-aid kit and bandaged Xiao Liu's wounds. Then he called to the soldiers around him to protect Xiao Liu.
He wanted to avenge Xiao Liuzi!
The rain intensified, turning the ground into a muddy mess, making the cavalry's advance even more difficult. The clash between Murong Feng and Zhao Yun was no pleasant affair either. It's important to know that every cavalryman from Youzhou was equipped with a musket. Although the mercenary cavalry weren't, there were still at least four or five thousand musketeers on one side. The gunpowder in their muskets hadn't even been wetted yet. Bang bang bang… After a burst of gunfire, at least a thousand of the ten thousand cavalrymen behind Murong Feng fell. Whether the Youzhou cavalry deliberately avoided Murong Feng or not, this man at the very front didn't hit a single shot.
"Haha, the Eternal Heaven is protecting me," Murong Feng laughed.
However, the battle that followed made Murong Feng lose his composure. To hell with the blessing of the Eternal Heaven! This was all Zhao Yun's scheme, because Zhao Yun wanted a complete head of Murong Feng!
"Murong Feng, prepare to die!" Seeing Murong Feng getting closer and closer, Zhao Yun roared and charged forward. Murong Feng also saw Zhao Yun, Zhao Zilong, from the last great battle. Although Zhao Yun was no longer wearing white robes, Murong Feng could still recognize this Han general who had shone brightly on the grasslands at a glance.
"Kill!" Murong Feng roared and charged at Zhao Yun. Although Zhao Yun wasn't the one who directly killed Murong Huai, he was one of the key figures in Murong Huai's demise, and Murong Feng couldn't let him get away with it. However, the overconfident Murong Feng was no match for Zhao Yun. In a single exchange of blows, Zhao Yun swept Murong Feng off his horse with a spear. Zhao Yun swiftly turned his horse around, drew his long sword, and with a single stroke, beheaded Murong Feng.
What?! Murong Feng is dead! Murong Feng just died like that!
"Murong Feng is dead! Surrender now!" Although Zhao Yun knew the Turks were unlikely to surrender, he still raised Murong Feng's head and roared at those around him. Murong Feng's death would directly damage the morale of the entire Turkic army.
Murong Feng is dead! The bad news spread like wildfire across the battlefield. The morale of the Turks collapsed instantly. Coupled with the moment they were hit by heavy fire, the Turkic cavalry were filled with despair. Murong Feng was dead! How could they possibly fight the Blood Slaughter Army now!
"Run!" Someone must have started it, but the Turks collapsed instantly, the entire army fleeing in all directions. But were they really so easy to escape? Not only were the cavalry on the flanks tied down, but even the infantry positions were entangled with many Turkic cavalrymen. They were not only targets for the enemy's annihilation, but also objects of abandonment by their own forces. Who would want to rescue them? Were they tired of living? Those who didn't manage to escape were truly good for those who had a chance to run, holding back the Blood Slaughter Army!
"Pursue them for five li!" Seeing the Turks suddenly routed, Chen Er said to Chen Qun, "Order them to pursue for five li and then return."
In the chaos of the battlefield, Chen Er could only rely on Chen Qun's loud voice to convey his orders, so that at least a large number of people around him could hear them before they reached the ears of all the soldiers.
Send a messenger to relay the order? Forget it, the battlefield is already in complete chaos, how many commanders can a messenger find? It's better to let Chen Qun use his loud voice.
"Chase!"
Upon hearing the battle orders coming from the surrounding area, Lao Niu, who had been sitting on the ground, suddenly stood up and said to his brothers around him, "Brothers, chase after them! It's time to beat a drowning dog to a pulp!"
The musketeers around him, who were already exhausted, immediately stood up and shouted excitedly, "What do you mean by beating a drowning dog? Old Niu, you're insulting dogs by using dogs to describe these barbarians!" Old Niu didn't care what his brothers behind him were saying. He just picked up the musket at his feet and chased after them.
The rain gradually subsided and stopped, and the sky cleared once again. The battlefield had become a muddy mess, littered with corpses and blood, the earth almost stained red with blood! Heavens, you have finally opened your eyes to stop this terrible war.
"The sky has cleared up." Looking at the sun coming out, Chen Er, who had been a little annoyed just moments before, suddenly smiled. Although the troops might have suffered heavy casualties because of this thunderstorm, it was precisely because of this thunderstorm that he had the opportunity to severely damage the Turkic cavalry. Perhaps rain wasn't necessarily a bad thing.
The rain has stopped, but the battle must continue. There's a saying, "Don't pursue a defeated enemy," but that depends on the situation. Now is the time to press on with our remaining strength!
Although it is said that one should not pursue a defeated enemy, this saying does not apply to Chen Er. Only by annihilating them completely can one eliminate future troubles.
"Send orders to Zhao Yun and Xiahou Dun: the cavalry must pursue and pursue relentlessly, ensuring the Turks have no time to rest. If the enemy launches a counterattack, have the two decide whether to continue the pursuit or retreat, depending on the situation. Tell them to annihilate the enemy while preserving their own strength." Looking at the battlefield where the outcome was already decided, Chen Er spoke to the messenger behind him.
"Yes, my lord!" The messenger obeyed and left.
Five or six minutes later, the cavalry scattered across the battlefield quickly regrouped and pursued the retreating Turks.
"Congratulations, my lord, on this great victory." Xi Zhicai said to Chen Er at this moment.
Chen Er shook his head and said, "There's nothing to congratulate. This victory was entirely due to the soldiers' bravery and the help of that arrogant Murong Feng. Otherwise, it wouldn't have been so easy to win."
Chen Er's words were not wrong. If Murong Huai were still alive today, he would definitely not have fought in this way. Unfortunately, Murong Huai has already gone to heaven, and Aguli, who was terrified by the Blood Slaughter Army, was also killed by Murong Feng.
Chen Er said to Xi Zhicai, "Rain has a significant impact on flintlock muskets. This was clearly evident in the battle just now, where only about half of the muskets were successfully fired."
"My lord," Xi Zhicai said to Chen Er, "I believe the problem lies not with the guns, but with the gunpowder. 'My lord, consider this: since some soldiers' rifles can fire, it means the flintlock ignition is not the issue. The problem is with the gunpowder. Due to the heavy rain, water droplets inevitably enter the barrel when the soldiers are loading the propellant. Some of the gunpowder gets wet, making it difficult to fire. Therefore, I believe that as long as the arsenal can solve the problem of waterproofing the propellant, there will be no need to worry about the rain.'"