Chapter 516: The Trump Card
When the King of Wu learned that the Tuwugu he had sent out, along with his 20,000 rattan armor soldiers, were burned to ashes by Lin Chenjia, he almost vomited blood in anger!
He was shocked that Lin Chen could cleverly divide his troops and set up an ambush in a battle where the two sides had a huge disparity in strength, and he was even more puzzled as to how he had seen through their top-secret plan to take a detour and attack Hanzhong.
They had confidently believed that the path was extremely secretive, but they had never thought that they would sacrifice a barbarian hero like Tuwugu...
You know, Tuwugu's bravery was one of the best in his camp.
The King of Wu had no time to think carefully at this moment, and just wanted to take Shangyong City in one go with the advantage of military strength!
"Beat the drum! This king must take Shangyong and kill Lin Chenjia as a sacrifice!"
So, under the strict order of the King of Wu, a more tragic siege began.
However, how could the well-prepared Shangyong City be so easy to attack?
Rolling logs and stones, golden arrows, crossbows and catapults!
Both sides showed their magical powers.
The King of Wu even sent Hong Antong and other martial arts masters of the Shenlong Sect to attack Shangyong City at night, trying to seize the city gate in one fell swoop and let the army enter the city.
Unexpectedly, Hong Antong, a top half-step innate master, brought a dozen acquired masters and almost all died in Shangyong City.
The reason is very simple.
Hong Antong and others happened to run into the night patrolling Yulin General Lin Chenjia.
It can only be said that the King of Wu is really not very lucky.
With Lin Chen's purple palace cultivation, killing an acquired warrior is no different from killing a chicken.
If Hong Antong hadn't seen the bad situation and abandoned his confidants and fled in a hurry, he would probably have died in Shangyong City.
After a bloody battle for ten days, the outside of Shangyong City was littered with corpses, which was horrible to see.
The King of Wu's camp was dead, but Shangyong City not far away still seemed as solid as a rock.
These days.
The King of Wu's rebels died no less than 60,000 people just attacking the city!
Although most of them were barbarian cannon fodder, it also made the King of Wu's soldiers feel a little powerless.
Can they really capture this impregnable Shangyong City?
At this time, the morale of the King of Wu's army camp can be said to have fallen to the bottom!
Even the barbarians complained about the King of Wu's use of them as cannon fodder and were dissatisfied.
Although the King of Wu had promised that once the city was broken, the barbarians could plunder for seven days as a reward.
But these days, the arrows and swords of the Tang army made the barbarians recognize the reality.
They can't take Shangyong City!
The King of Wu was also thinking about this problem.
This battle against Shu has fallen into a stalemate and it is difficult to make any breakthroughs, which made the King of Wu want to retreat.
Because if he retreated from Litchi Road along Fuling and returned to the two states and seven prefectures he had seized, there would still be a million people available for him to command.
Whether it was to recuperate or to recover and wait for another battle the next day, it was a good choice.
As for the Ning Wang army blocking behind him?
The King of Wu did not take it seriously.
Compared with the tough Shangyong City, he would rather fight with the Ning Wang army in the field!
The King of Wu informed his trusted staff of this idea and got their unanimous approval.
After all, anyone with a discerning eye could see that continuing to fight here would have no meaning except to increase casualties.
Soon, the news that the King of Wu wanted to withdraw his troops spread like wildfire in the military camp.
The barbarians were jubilant and finally could leave this damn place!
So far, the Wu Wang rebel army, which claimed to be 500,000, has only less than 200,000 left after several days of fierce fighting.
Moreover, a considerable number of them were conscripted civilians.
There were only over 100,000 soldiers left who could really fight.
It can be seen how heavy the price the King of Wu paid in Shangyong City was.
Of course,
the Tang army in Shangyong City also suffered heavy casualties, and now only 30,000 soldiers can fight.
Lin Chen, on his side, naturally received the news that the king wanted to withdraw his troops.
After reading the news, his mouth slightly raised.
"Can't hold on after all?"
On that day, Shangyong City welcomed a mysterious reinforcement, which surprised the soldiers in the city.
"Strange, where did this group of Tang soldiers come from?"
The generals of Huaiyang Erwei whispered, their eyes focused on the soldier holding a unique weapon.
Those weapons are similar to long spears, but they are not as agile, and there is a big mouth in the middle, which is amazing.
Yes.
This is the Shenji Camp that Lin Chen organized in the Emei Secret Realm, and it is now fully prepared!
There are 12,000 people, all holding Spanish flintlocks and muzzle-loading rifled cannons.
These equipments are quite rare in the Western armies of the 17th century!
This Shenji Camp is Lin Chen's trump card. Now that King Wu wants to withdraw his troops, he has to ask him if he agrees!
You know, the retreat of a large army has always been a profound knowledge.
If you are not careful, the army may go from retreat to disintegration.
Therefore, when the army retreats, it is necessary to leave behind soldiers, and the number of soldiers behind cannot be small!
Otherwise, once the rear guard is defeated, the defeated army is likely to trigger a chain reaction and cause chaos.
King Wu naturally understood this, so before moving the camp, he left a full 50,000 rear guards, led by his trusted generals.
However, just as the Wu army was evacuating, the originally closed Shangyong City Gate slowly opened.
In the astonished eyes of King Wu's rear guards, the Tang army rushed out of the city and rushed straight.
In this attack, the Shenji Camp charged in the front, followed by the Huaiyang Second Guard and the White Spear Soldiers.
As for the few remaining county soldiers, they were left to guard Shangyong in case of any emergency.
So.
A battle that did not belong to this era broke out.
Boom!
The roar of the muzzle-loading rifled cannon was deafening, and the range could reach seven miles.
Thirty cannons fired at the same time, and the iron ball weighing twenty pounds was like the messenger of the god of death, ruthlessly smashing into the Wu Wang army.
Wherever the iron ball passed, blood and flesh flew everywhere, and screams were endless.
Under the intensive artillery suppression of two rounds per minute, the soldiers of the Shenjiying holding flintlock rifles also began to move forward steadily. The powerful aura made the Wu Wang army, which was already in turmoil due to the artillery fire, even more uneasy.
Seeing that the situation was not good, the Wu Wang army hurriedly ordered to suppress it, while keeping his eyes on the approaching Tang army. Although he was anxious, he still resisted the urge to shoot arrows.
One hundred steps, one hundred and twenty steps... one hundred and fifty steps!
Closer, closer!
The enemy army was getting closer and closer, as if it was within reach.
Although the arrows can be launched at this distance, their power will be greatly reduced.
So just wait for the opponent to get closer, closer.
However, just as they were waiting for the best opportunity, a sharp sound accompanied by a pungent white mist suddenly sounded.
The next moment, the front row of soldiers on the side of the Wu Wang rebels seemed to be hit by a mysterious force and fell to the ground and twitched.
"Magic, the Tang army knows magic!"
The soldiers of the Wu Wang shouted in fear, as if they saw an inexplicable horror.
The soldiers of the Shenji Camp didn't care whether the opponent had lost the will to fight.
The roar that never stopped was mercilessly harvesting the lives of the Wu soldiers.
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