Chapter 388: The Collision between Two Continents and Two Eras

When Zhao Xing saw that the officers were snatched, he shook his whip and said lightly: "That's right, this is Seljuk. It went south from the northernmost end of Europe, and blew across the European continent to the hurricane, destroying countless countries along the way, and there were no less than a hundred countries under their feet.

During the hundreds of years when they were driven out by the Tang Dynasty, these people fought while combining the military knowledge of other countries and had created a combat method that was completely different from that of the Tang Dynasty. This combat method had many Persian characteristics and many Turkic characteristics - this is Seljuk, a samurai country Seljuk that integrates military knowledge between the East and the West.

Everyone, the honor of destroying them is coming on our heads today. Let us complete this mission. I didn’t hear Sinbada say that Seljuk has been divided. These 120,000 troops are probably all the troops of the small southern states. The road to Baghdad is smooth. Take action quickly and return to your troops and let us defeat them!"

Zhao Xing mentioned Sinbada just now. Sinbada stepped forward and said stutteringly: "Marson, since the Prince of Bangluzhi promised us to go out of the city to fight to the decisive battle, he would never attack this castle until the outcome was decided. My suggestion is: The Marshal should lead all the troops out of the city so that he can decide the outcome with the enemy. This castle does not need to be guarded, and guarding this castle will not help the victory at all.

You can hand over the task of the guardian to me. I promise to ensure stability in the city by etiquette before you know what to do."

Zhao Xing shook his head: "You know the customs of the Arabs, but you don't know the customs of our Song people. We would rather break up than be a complete one. If I was defeated, this castle would definitely last until the last one. You can go back to the castle. There is nothing you have to do with this war, but the guards of the castle are under my naval commander..."

While speaking, countless servants rushed out of the city gate in the side van, and the side van was filled with barrels of gunpowder. At this time, the inverted U-shaped formation had slowly advanced to the foot of the mountain and began to climb the mountain on its back. These servants drove two-wheeled carriages to bypass the inverted U-shaped formation and formed a simple city wall in front of the army facing the Tanglu. Then they unloaded the gunpowder, placed them on the hillside, and set up a gunpowder formation - this was to prevent the Tanglu army from playing tricks and suddenly attacking when the Song army set up positions.

When the servants and soldiers connected the side vans and the powder barrels were placed, the inverted U-shaped square formation had advanced to the top of the mountain. At this time, the cavalry on both sides were still swimming left and right to ensure that the passage for the Song army to leave the city was unobstructed.

Then the artillery team was launched, and a team of 1,000 people pushed a hundred cannons of large and large caliber and began to climb the mountain with difficulty. When they arrived at the foot of the mountain, the musketeers came out in an empty group and began to enter the hillside position, and then the servants. The remaining servants continued to come to countless side vans, which were loaded with artillery shells and bullets. They ran back and forth several times. After Zhao Xing climbed the hillside and laid the artillery positions according to the pre-conceived plan, a morning passed, and time slowly entered the afternoon.

The army of the Donglu Branch on the opposite side had already urged him impatiently several times, and Zhao Xing did not even see the other party. He directly sent his small officials to deal with it. When Zhao Xing had just finished his work, the liaison officer of the Donglu Branch was already anxiously asked: "Are you okay?"

Zhao Xing clapped his hands, as if he was applauding, and as if he was dusting off the dust. He casually said, "Let's start."

Opposite, several camels were worn out from the camp of the Binglu army, and the tall camels were carrying shoulder drums that were higher than the Central Plains war drums. The drums happened to be around two hump peaks. On the camels, the strong man with a ferocious face and dark skin was beating the waist drum fiercely. The eleven drums were beaten together, making a deafening sound, with a vicious smell in the sound.

With the drum sound, the Song soldiers turned pale, and the army formation supported by the bleaching road opposite moved. The first one to fight was a team of ten thousand people, wearing chicken helmets and Persian chain mail. The Persian soft armor was like a ball of waving water in the afternoon sun, and the entire Persian front rushed towards the Song army's position like a tide of Qiantang River. The murderous aura made the Song soldiers' calves weak and their mouths dry.

Zhao Xing patted his horse boots with a horse whip. He stood on the top of the slope and said to the officer beside him in a relaxed tone: "Don't worry, our cannons are definitely louder than their drums."

By the way, we have cannons.

After receiving Zhao Xing's reminder, the officers' expressions eased. The staff member who had just questioned Zhao Xing looked at the silver waves that surged across the opposite side and couldn't help but sigh: "Is this army the criminals expelled by the Tang Dynasty? Such a fierce army was also beaten by the Tang Dynasty and ran thousands of miles. If there was a family, they dared not go back, or even dared to look back. Thinking about the heroic posture of the Tang Dynasty, it makes people fascinated."

When Zhao Xing saw the officers' expressions calmed down, he continued to slap his horse's boots with a horse whip and said with a relaxed expression: "The Tang Dynasty was established in the Song Dynasty, and the Tang Dynasty could do what the Tang Dynasty could do, and it was more thorough than the ancestors did - we must bury this army completely and avenge a single arrow for the suffering our ancestors had suffered."

Zhao Xing's words made the Song army officers excited, and a Song army officer raised his arms and shouted: "The ancestors are not far away. See if I am the Great Song Dynasty destroying this criminal people!"

Another staff officer waved his arms and sang loudly: "Inside the Liuhe..."

This is a Qin army song. Although it uses a modern tune, in the Song Dynasty, after the Song people slightly evolved, it brought a little bit of the Qin king's music to break the formation. The Turkic clan in front of him was defeated by the Tang army knocking on the music to break the formation, but they obviously had forgotten this song that once made them frightened. When the military song sounded, the steps on the opposite side continued to force up fiercely.

The observers kept reporting the distance of the enemy, five hundred steps, four hundred steps...two hundred steps, one hundred fifty steps!

"Let's fire!" Zhao Xing waved his horse whip and ordered.

The cannons roared, and a huge roar pressed over the waist drum of the army in the storm. The shells that were out of the bore hit the land on the Iranian plateau. This was the second time this land was baptized by gunpowder. The shells fell to the ground, stirring up a fog of smoke, and then jumped into the air, flew over the heads of the first row of Persian soldiers, causing a hot wind. It drew an arc and fell to the face of a soldier behind more than ten rows.

Although the speed of the shell was verified by the naked eye, it was still not something that people could dodge. The fallen shell hit a soldier heavily on the face. The soldier was lucky. He was killed immediately. The shell seemed to have encountered no obstacles, and it passed through his face and brought a pool of blood. Behind the trajectory of the shell. The soldier's face had evaporated out of thin air, and the broken flesh and blood were splattering.

All this happened so quickly that before the unlucky soldier understood what was going on, his face was wet. He wiped his face and looked at his companion with wonder. At this time, he heard a sound of shock. The companion's helmet hit the chest of the soldier behind the side, and the soldier's chest immediately collapsed, and the iron helmet immediately turned into an iron discus. The earth kinetic energy contained in it was completely absorbed by the soldier behind the side.

At this time, the shells flying out were like bowling balls. The army of the Lanlu was like bowling ball bottles, and they were unfortunately hit by the shells. The kinetic energy of the shells is no longer enough to kill a person in seconds. But it contains the energy of the earth to cut off several arms and legs and smash several ribs. The knocked down soldiers have not died for a while. They are lying on the ground, screaming at the top of their lungs, as if they have encountered a devil who has just come out of hell.

At the same time, the camel in front of him was already jumping up by the loud noise. The drummer on the camel was flying in the air. He fell heavily on the tip of the gun of the soldiers behind him, and was immediately poked into honeycomb coal. The blood seemed to leak out from a leaking water bag, unstoppable.

The Song army only fired one shot, and this shot was like a pair of scissors cutting the film of the movie, making the picture solidified. All the movements of the Dongluzhi army were frozen after the sound of the cannon, in silence. The Dongluzhi prince whispered: "Aduli. Is this the devil weapon you mentioned?"

Aduri nodded: "Yes, it brings iron and fire. Sprays the power of demons, true god, I pray for this land, and I hope it will be free from disaster."

On the hillside, after the Song army fired a shot, they began to adjust the muzzle. Aduli looked at the hillside and was overjoyed: "They are mine in one hundred devil weapons. As long as the Song army is willing to surrender, I will use these weapons to blast the doors of my brothers and uncles, so that I will become the only king of Seljuk - pass the orders and continue the attack. The enemy's weapons are not many, and their combatants are only a few thousand. And I brought an army of 120,000."

After a moment of pause, the Persian drums rang again, and the Persian soldiers hesitated to move forward. At the same time, the Song army's cannons also adjusted the range. With Zhao Xing's order, the sound of cannons sounded one after another on the hillside on the front, like a monster swallowing clouds and fog.

The first gun fired an eight-pound cannon. Such an eight-pound cannon is a medium-range cannon in Zhao Xing, with fifteen. In addition, five sixteen-pound cannons and eighty three-pound cannons were also installed in the artillery position.

According to modern standards, these cannons are not standard cannons, but according to the weight and measurement of the Song army, the three-pound cannon fires three Song jin projectiles, so it is called the "three-pound cannon". This small steel cannon has two wheels and is light and easy to carry. It is widely used as a marching cannon by Zhao Xing. The five maximum range cannons were used as siege cannons and used to siege cities and villages.

Under the artillery fire, the army of the Tanglu advances stubbornly. Without a single shot from the Song army, flying shells could spread a bloody alley in the Tanglu army. Before the shells were exhausted, all Persian soldiers could not stand on their trajectory. The shells were like plows, plowing deep grooves made of flesh and blood in the Persian army. The originally tight formation of the Tanglu army was thinned by them. However, the Persian army finally attacked the foot of the mountain.

The Persian soldiers in the front row had already chopped the van with their hand axes, while the Persian soldiers holding long spears were carrying the van hard, trying to open a hole in the van. At this time, the Song army was sending new orders one after another: "Change the shotgun, change the shotgun."

Zhao Xing sighed disappointedly, turned around, looked at the other side of the ridge, and said, "There is nothing good to look at, the rest is just a unilateral massacre."

The cannons fired, and countless tiny shotguns were sprayed towards the Persian soldiers like metal torrents. The Persian soldiers hit by the shotguns were like wheat fields that were encountered by hurricanes, and fell down neatly. Seeing the tragic death of the front row soldiers, the soldiers in the back row began to hesitate. This hesitation gave the artillery a chance to change the shells. The second round of artillery began. After this round of artillery, there were no survivors in the entire 10,000-person team of the 10,000 people.

Zhao Xing had no intention of looking at this side of the war. He looked at the back of the hillside. Behind the hillside were musketeers sitting neatly on the ground. They were wearing fiery red military uniforms and carrying a square backpack on their shoulders. The musketeers in their hands did not stab the gun. The black muzzle pointed at Changtian. These musketeers held the spear in their arms and leaned the barrel on their shoulders. Sitting quietly behind the hillside, waiting for orders to take positions.

Further down the musketeers were a thousand servants. These servants were wearing light blue costumes and also carried a backpack. These thousand were specially selected with strong arms. They would play the role of grenadiers in the battle and throw grenades at the enemy to delay the opponent's attack.

On the opposite side of the Persian army, the Prince of the Tangluzhi was stunned, and the battlefield was silent. On the Song army's positions, the Song army was busy cleaning the cannon barrels. Several officers were holding tube-shaped mirrors to look at the Persian army. After a while, the Prince of the Tangluzhi murmured to himself: "It's over, my team of ten thousand people rushed to the foot of the mountain. Is it over?"

Aduli reminded carefully: "Prince, I just observed that this weapon seems to be launched slowly. After each launch, someone will poke the big iron pipe with a long rod. This action needs to be repeated twice, once seemed to be washing, and the other time. After filling the things into the pipe, he has to poke the long rod for a long time...

Its launch speed is so slow that we can completely use the speed of the cavalry…”

The Prince of the Dorzu interrupted Aduli: "You mean it is slow to launch? No, you can't transfer my precious cavalry to the army of Fars. I'm quoting him two 10,000 teams, and we will join three 10,000 teams at a time, so that those foolish farmers can consume the enemy's artillery. My cavalry must stay at the most critical moment."

Aduri sighed slightly and said hurriedly: "My prince, three 10,000 teams cannot be spread out on the front of the hillside. Why don't we use fifteen former teams to carry out the next round of attacks, and order them not to rush to the foot of the mountain, as long as they are slightly hit, they can retreat, while the other five 10,000 teams will go around the enemy's flank to see if they can find fighter jets."

The Persian army was keenly discovered by the Song army on the hillside. The Song army made corresponding steps. The musketeers were immediately called to the front line. A barrel of gun appeared from the ridge. Then, they showed the soldiers' helmets and then the fiery red military uniforms.

When the black pants of the Song army soldiers were also exposed from the ridge, the leader's officer hanged the command knife to the ground and placed it in the front right. This was a salute, and the officers paid tribute to the senior officers on the ridge with their swords.

The soldiers did not have this intention. With the sound of cannons, they advanced with the drum beats, and the roads on the hillside were rugged. They had to pay attention to their feet while observing the scenes on the battlefield, and had no time to pay attention to the senior officers on the ridge.

At this time, the Persian army slowly launched a hundred and ten huge catapult cars. In the past thousand years of confrontation with the Roman army, the Persians also mastered the Roman catapult cars and crash technology. The Prince of the Blossom did not want to use this last method, but the Song army used only artillery to smash his first round of advance, which made him reestimate the combat effectiveness of the Song army... Well, although these siege weapons such as catapult cars were not suitable for large positions, fortunately, these equipment were huge enough, and the gathered infantry was blocked from behind the vehicle to regain their sense of security.

"Change gunpowder and directly attack the Persian army's main formation", Zhao Xing coldly ordered.

Originally, after the Persian army retreated, it gave up enough space to the Song army, but as the war spread, the Persian army relied on its large crowds and continued to push the front forward. Now the Persian formation has entered the range of new gunpowder shooting, just allowing them to taste the power of new gunpowder.

When it comes to the variety of firearm equipment, the Song army in this era called the first, and there was not even the third one, because this was the era of cold weapons. Only the Song army in the world today equipped firearms. Zhao Xing's army reduced all the firearms that should be reduced, leaving only a few. Artillery is one of them, and grenades are also the few preserved gunpowder weapons.

With the mobilization of the Persian army, Zhao Xing transferred musketeers on the left wing, while the right wing replaced grenadiers. Both of these troops have the same characteristics, both carrying shoulder bags on their backs.

In this era, grenades were still very simple and had no fire-pulling devices, so the grenades had to be lit with a fuse. After these two arms were adjusted for a while, the grenade camp was smoky, like a temple for worshipping Buddhas, and the musketeers' positions seemed very clean. The musketeers buried their heads in checking their weapons. Thousands of auxiliary soldiers were busy filling and equipped with musketeers, and placed the loaded musketeers on the gun stand to facilitate musketeers to use. This was a new measure implemented by the Song army after the Song army fought with the Liao soldiers in Shunbao Village. Because after thirty guns were placed in the musketeers, the musketeers would not be able to load gunpowder in a row, so that the Song army stipulated that each musketeer was equipped with two sub-guns, and only after each gun was shot twenty times, soldiers were allowed to replace the new gun so that the musketeers could have a cooling time.

Speaking of which, if the musketeers keep the fastest shooting speed, the time will be about three minutes. Then the barrel that became very hot after the first shooting was only six minutes of cooling time, including the time to load gunpowder. Most Song soldiers felt that this time was not enough, so they paid for some spare guns themselves. These spare guns were different from the Song army's standard muskets. They began to pursue a gorgeous style, so that the guns placed on the gun stand were varied, which became a gun fair. Those guns were full of the glittering styles of the Song people and also added many different colors to the monotonous gun stand.

The artillery began. This time the speech was the giant cannon that had not been fired just now. As soon as the giant cannon was fired, the earth shook, and the yellow smoke it rose up was full of choking. The cannon flew straight towards the Persian base. The shells fell, and the Persian army seemed to tremble for a moment. The strict array began to shake like ripples of water, but after a while, the Persian army stabilized again.

"Tenire, too tenacious, just like a stone." Zhao Xing observed the Persian army with a telescope and sincerely praised his opponent.

This was the first time that the Persians saw a cannon. They did not retreat. One after another, the shells fell into their fronts, and flesh and blood were flying. However, the knocked Persians were immediately carried aside, and the fronts around these unlucky soldiers did not collapse at all. Many Persian soldiers were still standing straight and would rather be attacked by artillery shells.

The launch of the five giant cannons did not stop. They continued to spit out huge projectiles at a speed of one round per minute. The Persian soldiers who were fighting were advancing stubbornly and advanced to the front of Zhao Xing's position. The grenades and musketeers on both sides had already fought with the flanking troops. The sound of grenade explosions, the crisp sound of muskets, and the roar of cannons, the entire ridge where the Song army was located was like a noisy kitchen, and all kinds of sounds gathered together.

However, this kitchen cooks not deliciousness, but death.

The earth was trembling, and the small cannons of the Song army began to fire shotguns. The Persian soldiers relied on the large number of people to rush into the camp composed of side vans of the Song army, braved the projectiles and tried hard to destroy the wooden carriage. In the blink of an eye, the camp was washed away several inaccuracies. The remaining Persian soldiers shouted and rushed into the gap. The shield hands protecting the artillery positions pulled out the short guns from their waists and fired at the Persian soldiers. The spearmen thrust the spears and fought with the Persian soldiers.

The prince of the Tangluzhi looked happy: "We have won, the children have attacked the Song army's positions, we have won...Aduli, how do you think we should use this army? Let them attack Fars first and force Fars to surrender. What do you think of this idea?"

Aduri frowned and looked at the ridge, saying worriedly: "What a steel army, my prince, it's too early to talk about victory now. If we can't take that ridge yet, we may never have a chance to take that ridge again."

The Prince of the Bingluzhi looked at the battle ridge, carefully confirmed it, and teased with a relaxed tone: "Aduli, my Prime Minister, I think you are old, why can't you tell me? We clearly have the upper hand, and the men are rushing into the position of the Song army."
Chapter completed!