"They are here!"

Actually, there is no need to shout. When this sentence is heard, everyone on the mountain saw Hu people riding horses all over the mountains in the distance. The tremor of horse hooves and the howling sound from Hu people's mouths hurt the ears of the people on the mountain.

The prisoner Mi held a musket and held a grass stem in her mouth. She chewed too much, and some light green bubbles flowed out of the corners of her mouth.

He licked his tongue, spat through his teeth, shook his head and said, "How could he fight like this?"

After cursing, he stood up and shouted at the fifty people who were under his command: "Wait until they get closer before firing!"

Among these people were formal infantry and knights, as well as vicissitudes of life who had followed Solusan for tens of thousands of miles. They would have long since fired fire before the enemy approached.

The hillside is not steep, you can drive a horse to within thirty or fifty steps, but there are wood and camps further forward, so you can't spread too much force.

The sanctioned prisoner Mi looked at the two small cannons weighing dozens of pounds on the van beside her, thinking that this thing is useless except defending the city, but it is just right for the Hu people to see it today.

The dark muzzle was stuffed with gravel bags. Unlike the expensive copper cannons back then, this small cannon weighing dozens of pounds was already used for iron. Although Si Shang did not have the ability to cast large cannons with iron, he had already begun to try this small cannon.

The Hu people in the distance did not know the power of these firearms, nor did they know the way the Mohist army fought. They just rushed up to the hillside with a courage turned into greed.

Wars on the grasslands are usually raids and surrounds, or pulling bows and arches from a distance and then rushing forward.

These Hu people obviously lacked experience in dealing with the infantry in the Central Plains, and they just fought with instinct.

The first wave of attacks were all brave figures from the tribe. They wanted to get close and shoot with a short bow to defend themselves.

This kind of impact gives the most elite Hu people's The Legend of Condor Heroes no room for performance... Of course, the Legend of Condor Heroes can ride a horse, but it is impossible to bend the bow on the back of a Mercedes-Benz, and it is even more impossible to ensure the accuracy of a hundred steps on the back of a Mercedes-Benz. If you can shoot within twenty steps immediately, you are a good player in a hundred steps.

Without stirrups, it is difficult to pull the bow on the horse and cannot leverage the force; without recurve, the bow is not powerful, because if it is too long, it cannot be shot on the horse, and the legs will hinder it; without heavy armor, it is impossible to get close to the heavy infantry and use heavy arrows to open the gap in the heavy infantry's outbreak tactics - it seems simple, if you can play this tactic, you must be a regional dominant, and the Hu people are still far from it at this time.

The Hu people riding a horse and galloping in the eyes of the san prisoner Mi became bigger and closer. He narrowed his eyes and shouted at his companions standing behind the van and earthen brigade, "Prepare!"

The Hu people who rushed up had already rushed to about forty steps, with wood and earth pits ahead, and the horses could no longer rush up.

The Hu people in front of the best horseman discovered that something was wrong and wanted to turn the direction with their own riding skills, while the tribe members who flocked behind blocked their way to turn.

"put!"

Almost at the same time, five hundred muskets arranged in front of the formation fired at the same time.

The white smoke rolled, and the spear beside him was raised, while the people around him took a step back and quickly filled the gunpowder.

The density of this volley was too high, so great that the smoke blocked the sight of the front row.

The sanctioned prisoner Mi put down his musket, touched a spear beside him, and quickly formed a small formation with the four people beside him.

All five of them stretched their necks and wanted to see what was happening outside, but they couldn't see clearly.

Only the screams of the Hu people below, the whine of the horses, and the howlings of the trampling before death...

When the smoke finally dissipated, the sancang captain Mi finally saw the scene dozens of steps away. This was not the first time he saw a scene where muskets were fired, but it was the first time he saw a scene after hundreds of people fired volleys.

More than a hundred horses were shot and fell down, and a piece of them piled up on the hillside.

Some horses that were frightened were stepped on their stomachs, some crawled over the horse's corpse screaming, and some were pushing the horses that pressed their legs hard.

The Hu people's first attack failed like this.

If the plains were against each other, there were infantry on the other side. At this time, the spearmen had already attacked, but now they were just defending the enemy. The people on the mountain just took a mechanical step back, filling gunpowder without any change like a mill blown by the wind.

Several Hu people who were not sure of the direction climbed to the front of the car formation. The brave warriors holding iron swords or short spears jumped out and stabbed them to death, or cut off their heads, using their familiar fighting style.

Among these people, not all the Mohists or the Wild Soldiers influenced by the Mohists, as well as the dead warriors sent by various countries to follow, as well as some "disciples" who followed Solusan from Greece, Persia and other places.

The bloodiest battlefield may not be the most intense.

Just like this volley, it was really not intense, or even a bit boring, but it was the bloodiest.

The Hu people only had a few feather arrows landed in the formation and did not hurt anyone at all. Step shooting against riding and shooting, even if they were always using bows, step shooting still had the advantage. This is an impossible change, not to mention that people on the mountain use muskets that can be shot flat.

The musket held in the hands of the sanctioned prisoner Mi was no longer the heavy musket in Pei County, weighing fifteen or sixteen pounds and one or two ounces of projectiles.

It is a coercion gun that is smaller in diameter and slightly higher in accuracy, used during the Battle of the Shui.

The heavy muskets are in the northern border, which is a bit wasteful. The Hu people do not have heavy armor or chariots. Such heavy muskets are really a waste.

However, a smaller diameter may not be able to kill anyone.

The Hu people lying on the ground didn't care about regretting the greed they had developed before, and they could still think about it and only hoped to escape from this terrifying land.

The people on the mountain did not pursue, but bombarded the cluster behind the Hu people with the two three-pound iron ball cannons.

More than a dozen cut heads were thrown by warriors on the mountain and presented them as gifts to those fleeing Hu people.

With just one attack, the Hu people were defeated and rushed back hundreds of steps before they could barely stabilize their position. This was also the limit distance of the bombardment of the two small cannons.

The priests knelt on the ground and murmured to pray to the sky and their ancestors. They didn't know why the flames, thunder and white clouds were controlled by human power.

Those Hu people who experienced volleys have completely lost their courage. Some people cried and looked up and saw the clouds in the sky, and would scream and hide behind others.

The part of the horse on the hillside, who was dead but still alive, woke up and fled back with his head in his arms, but was knocked down by the second volley of shots on the mountain. It was as simple as shooting a sheep in a sheep pen, without any resistance.

More than 400 people were killed or injured, nearly 200 horses fell to the ground, and more than 100 of the 400 people were killed by lead bullets, and the rest were trampled to death, trampled to death or fell off the horse.

War requires the accumulation of experience. The Mohist army faced by these Hu people was an army that had accumulated many years of experience and theoretical experience.

The Hu people on the grassland that the Mo family army faced were not the Huns who could smel iron, establish officials and centralize power, and unify various tribes.

It is not the Liao people who can rely on city defense and organize elites to fight back and attack the city to win.

It is not Mongolia that can heavy cavalry assault or infantry assault.

It is not even possible to line up with the Swedish engineers on the grassland to shoot the Qing Dynasty and bombard the artillery on each other.

A quarter of an hour ago, the tribe leaders who were full of confidence and thought they could be defeated were in a daze. Looking at the chaotic tribe members and the unmoved flags on the mountain, they were frightened and didn't know what to do.

They have never fought such a battle, nor have they seen such a scene.

The tribe members were frightened and the priests were panicked. The small hill seemed to be the strong snow and wind on the grassland, which was not a force that could be shaken by human power.

When you are full of confidence, you can fight bravely, fearing that you will fall behind. Whoever runs the fastest and rushes the fastest will be able to grab the most spoils.

But after being destroyed by this round of volleys, tribes need to be wary of themselves: whoever rushes the front will die the most people in their tribe, and the greater the possibility of being annexed.

This battle... cannot be fought like this.

The tribal leaders understood in their hearts.

It's like a hard stone, holding another stone to smash it. Even if it can't be broken for a while, you can always see cracks or debris falling from the stone. If you persist in changing the method, you can always smash it into the stone knife or stone horn you want.

But what's the point of holding a bird egg in your hand, holding it and smashing a stone, and then smashing it down?

However, just a quarter of an hour ago, the leaders of various tribes and the tribes involved in the attack thought they were stones, while the people on the mountain were bird eggs.

There is no other way except retreating.

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On the mountain, the sanctioned captive Mi looked at the Hu people who were gradually moving away and cursed: "Is he running away?"

Soluchan smiled and said, "What do you want? Let them siege here, and wait until General Qu leads his army, send cavalry to intercept the two mountains' back roads, and fight with them to wipe out them all?"

"They just came to grab things, but they couldn't grab them and then knocked their teeth. What else would they do if they didn't run away?"

"You don't know the summary of the Battle of Hanshui back then. The most difficult thing for the two armies to confront each other is to pretend to be defeated and retreat, because only in this way can the opponent be determined to attack fiercely. When Meng Sheng attacked too hard on the side of Hanshui back then, it was almost impossible for Yue people to give up the left wing and retreat directly."

"That's related to the ownership of Si Shang, whether the Yue people can gain a foothold in Huaibei, and whether the Yue country can still dominate Si Shang, especially this, not to mention that these Hu people just want to grab something."

The gang captain Mi shook her head and laughed: "I really think so. If it can be achieved, more than ten thousand more will be added. First, we will force the land to cultivate the land to educate them to naturalize, and then reclaim the land and form a brigade..."

Soluchan sighed and said, "The tactics that I think well but cannot be implemented are failed tactical strategies."
Chapter completed!