Chapter 872: The Showdown

"Boom, boom, boom..."

Early the next morning, as the cooking smoke from the camps had just died down, the roar of artillery echoed across the entire battlefield.

The Rifled Cannons were concentrated and distributed across a battlefield wide enough for three li.

The artillerymen used Telescopes to observe the positions of the opposing artillery, adjusting the muzzles to target the enemy's Field Artillery.

They poured shell after shell into the enemy's trench positions.

Suddenly, huge fireballs erupted across the entire battlefield, and the thick smell of gunpowder permeated the air.

Surrounding the artillery positions were soldiers arranged in tight formations.

The soldiers on the east side faced east, and those on the west side faced west; every person had a Bayonet mounted on their Qin-series Rifle.

They were there to protect the artillery and prevent surprise attacks from the enemy's Cavalry.

Even though the range and accuracy of the Qin-series Rifle were sufficient.

Tight formations were still effective when dealing with Cavalry.

The same amount of space could accommodate a sufficient number of soldiers.

Coupled with the Qin-series Rifle's loading speed of ten rounds per minute.

In Zhao Xu's view, each densely packed squad of one hundred men was equivalent to a Machine Gun.

Capable of firing thousands of Bullets per minute.

There were sixty such squads in dense formation on the flanks of the battlefield, equivalent to deploying sixty Machine Guns.

It would not be easy for the Cavalry to break through their defensive line.

Of course, the enemy's artillery loved such dense squads.

A single Cannonball could basically destroy an entire squad.

But what he was currently leveraging was his side's comprehensive advantage in firearms and artillery over the enemy.

Whether in range, accuracy, or power.

The artillery of the powerful clans, the Northern Di, and even the Ross could not possibly attack these dense squads under the suppression of his Rifled Cannons.

Therefore, after the battle began, Zhao Xu was not at all worried about the safety of the two flanks.

He was simply waiting for the artillerymen to take out the Field Artillery in the enemy's fortifications.

Meanwhile.

Ashuer and Aersiji once again experienced the sense of powerlessness they had felt at Zhongling Pass.

Their current best Field Artillery was provided by Britain and brought by the Ross.

There were not many, thirty-eight in total.

These cannons had an effective range of 1,500 meters, and the ammunition was Solid Shot.

Yet Yan Wang had actually placed his Rifled Cannons two thousand meters away, outside the range of their Field Artillery, and was firing at them.

They could not imagine how the opponent was identifying the positions of their Field Artillery from such a great distance.

Even more detestable were those shells that exploded one by one.

Any artillery piece hit was basically destroyed.

Seeing this scene, Ashuer's face turned red with anger.

Aersiji fell into silence.

Dou Wei and Fan Xinglun were covered in sweat, wiping it away incessantly.

At Xiangcheng, Dou Wei had only seen Yan Wang's Rifled Musket.

He had never experienced being bombarded by artillery.

Fan Xinglun had been content to hold a small corner, and the army under his command had never experienced any major battle.

Such a terrifying scene naturally made their hearts race and their breathing difficult.

"Instructor Aersiji, this doesn't seem to be a solution. If this continues, our Field Artillery will all be destroyed. We must withdraw the Field Artillery," said Dou Wei.

"If we withdraw the Field Artillery and the Yan King Army launches a charge, can you hold them off?" said Aersiji.

Did he not feel heartache for these Field Artillery pieces?

But they had no other means besides the Field Artillery to inflict heavy casualties on the Yan Wang's soldiers.

It was easy to withdraw the artillery, but redeploying them would take time.

Therefore, both withdrawing and not withdrawing were difficult dilemmas.

Upon hearing this, Dou Wei opened his mouth, then finally sighed.

Before the battle, he had been full of confidence.

But now, he was suddenly plunged into deep anxiety.

The Yan King Army had penetrated deep into Yizhou; they were indeed well-prepared.

"Let the Cavalry try a surprise attack on their artillery positions," said Ashuer.

Zhongling Pass was not suitable for large-scale Cavalry operations.

But Yizhou was.

The area near Miancheng was also flat as a plain, and he believed that only the Cavalry had an advantage over Yan Wang.

If they could destroy their artillery in one fell swoop, their chances of winning would increase by another measure.

Aersiji nodded, "That is all we can do."

They were currently being passively beaten, and the only thing they could take the initiative with was the Cavalry.

Dou Wei and Fan Xinglun breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing this.

Before long, two Langlu each led ten thousand Cavalry out from Miancheng.

Circling to the sides of the battlefield, they approached the Yan Wang's artillerymen who had moved forward, and launched a charge.

The appearance of the Northern Di cavalry immediately alerted the generals of the Prince's Mansion on the flanks.

Chang Wei wanted to mobilize troops to provide support, but was held back by Zhao Xu.

"Three thousand men on each side is enough to deal with them," Zhao Xu said.

He wanted to dampen the enemy's spirit.

If they won by sheer numbers, the enemy would not be able to deeply experience the gap between them and the Yanzhou Army.

"Woo-woo-woo..."

The Northern Di cavalry hovered on both sides for a while, and seeing that no soldiers were crawling out of the Yanzhou Army camp to reinforce the Artillerymen, they blew their horns.

They formed a dense cavalry wall eight hundred meters away.

They wore neither Armor nor leather armor.

Each cavalryman had only a single-layered garment and a Cavalry Saber.

This was a method taught to them by the Ross people.

Not wearing Armor was to allow the Warhorse to reach its maximum speed, while the cavalry wall could inflict maximum damage on the enemy.

After lining up, they first walked for a while, then trotted, and at a distance of five hundred meters, they launched their charge.

But just at this moment, they heard a sound of "swish, swish, swish."

Accompanied by continuous screams, cavalrymen kept falling from their horses, only to be trampled into meat paste by the Warhorses behind them.

Some Warhorses suddenly let out a mournful cry, then rolled onto the ground, throwing the cavalrymen on their backs ten meters away.

In an instant, the charging cavalry formation fell into chaos.

But the charge had already begun, and there was no turning back.

Otherwise, the bunched-up cavalry would only become targets.

"Madness, madness, it's all madness," the Langlu leading the troops muttered to himself.

He served under Ashuer, and during the Battle of Zhongling Pass, he had no chance to engage the Yan King Army.

But in his first engagement, he was caught completely off guard.

Yet with Ashuer's orders, he had no choice but to bite the bullet and continue the charge.

"Swish, swish, swish..." As they charged, the sound of the air being pierced was incessant.

Facing the wind, the cavalrymen beside him kept disappearing.

Five hundred meters, four hundred meters, three hundred meters, two hundred meters; the closer the distance, the fewer cavalrymen remained by his side.

When he led the cavalry within two hundred meters, he suddenly looked back, only to find that fewer than two thousand cavalrymen were still following him.

At this moment, the enemy soldiers were two hundred meters away; by crossing this distance, they might crush the Yan King soldiers, or they might be completely wiped out.

This thought flashed through his mind.

But the Warhorse would not give him time to think.

For a Warhorse, two hundred meters was nothing more than a dozen breaths of time.

In an instant, he could see the faces of the Yan King soldiers.

But in this short time, after the Yan King Army fired at them once, they actually reloaded quickly and raised their muskets at them again.

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