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"Your Highness, I have thought about it and decided not to expose the flintlock soldiers of the royal army for the time being." Chang Wei said.

At present, only 30,000 of the royal army are equipped with flintlocks.

The other soldiers are still equipped with traditional weapons and armor.

In his opinion, the previous equipment is enough to deal with the Xiliang soldiers in the camp.

After all, the superiority of the royal weapons and armor has been proved in several battles.

Using flintlocks now will only expose the new weapons of the royal palace in advance, allowing Xiliang to take more cautious actions.

And this will undoubtedly reduce the role of flintlocks in key battles and prolong the war in Jinzhou.

Zhao Xu nodded.

He and Chang Wei have the same idea.

It is enough to use artillery at present, after all, Xiliang has known the news of artillery for a long time.

It is better to keep flintlocks in battles like decisive battles to play a surprise attack.

And the flintlock army cannot play its best effect in such a narrow mountain road.

While the two were talking, the royal soldiers gradually approached the Xiliang camp.

And there was also movement in the Xiliang camp.

However, the Xiliang soldiers had no intention of actively attacking, but instead placed a lot of chevaux de frise in front of the camp.

Behind the chevaux de frise were Xiliang archers.

Xiliang camp.

Ye Renrong looked at the soldiers of the palace who were advancing towards the camp.

The armor on these Yan Wang soldiers was bright.

The marching formation was strict and not chaotic.

He had never seen such power even in the Dasong Imperial Army.

Thinking of this, his heart sank, and he could not underestimate the soldiers of Yan Wang.

It was also because of this that he decided to take a defensive position and never take the initiative to attack.

If the situation is not good, retreat at any time.

"Rumble rumble..."

The soldiers of Yan Wang continued to march, but suddenly stopped 300 meters away from the Xiliang camp.

Ye Renrong narrowed his eyes and looked at the catapult behind the wooden fence of the camp.

It was already loaded with gravel, and as long as it was fired, the sky full of gravel would fall on the heads of Yan Wang's soldiers.

Then he looked at the muskets in front of the camp.

The trees they cut down were not wasted, but wooden platforms were built in front of the camp, on which muskets were placed.

As long as the soldiers of the King of Yan charged, these muskets would hit them hard with stone bullets.

But their range was about 300 meters.

And within 100 meters was the shooting range of the archers of Xiliang.

Now the soldiers of the palace were just outside their shooting range.

"Cannon." Ye Renrong's heart suddenly jumped.

He knew what the King of Yan's army was going to do.

It was rumored that the range of the cannon was very long and the power was huge.

They must use cannons to attack their camp.

Although he guessed it, Ye Renrong was very helpless.

Because he had no power to stop it, and one of his tasks was to see the power of the cannon, and then report it back to Jincheng and Xiliang.

"Work harder."

On a flat hillside in the middle of the mountain road, the artillerymen were struggling to push the cannon up.

This was the shooting location they had chosen a few days ago.

Twelve cannons can be accommodated here.

A hundred meters in front of them, there was a raised earthen mound, and there were also artillerymen setting up field artillery.

"His Royal Highness the King of Yan was really thoughtful and specially built field artillery. If the heavy artillery was placed on the city wall, it would not be easy to cross the mountains and ridges." An artilleryman said while pulling the artillery.

"Yes, this field artillery is really suitable for field battles." Another artilleryman said.

"..."

Although they said it, the artillerymen's hands did not stop.

The artillery was quickly placed properly, and the muzzle was aimed at the Beidi camp.

After doing all this, one of the artillerymen took out two small red flags from his waist and made a few movements.

This was taught to them by their generals, called flag language.

It is said that the King of Yan taught the generals in the military school, and the generals taught them again.

In two or three months, they have practiced quite proficiently.

And they understand the meaning of various positions of the flags.

Now they are telling the artillery captain in front that they are ready.

After the flag signal was finished, the flag signalman in front responded with a few gestures, which meant waiting for orders.

On the Feihu Pass wall.

Zhao Xu looked at the artillerymen's skilled flag signal movements, and was even satisfied.

He taught flag signals on the first day of the military school, and also taught the generals all kinds of flag signal movements, and specially distributed flag signal movement booklets to them.

Now it seems that they have practiced quite well.

Now with telescopes and flag signals.

At a large distance, they can convey messages through flag signals.

This will make the command of the royal army on the battlefield more handy.

After all the artillery was ready, Chang Wei asked the flag signalman around him to wave the flag and convey the order, "Fire."

The flag signalman holding the flag on the top of the city was captured by the flag signalman holding the mountain road.

In less than half a minute, the sound of artillery sounded in the valley.

"Boom boom boom..." Red flames and white smoke came out of the muzzle.

The artillery fired black projectiles at the Xiliang camp from a high position.

The wooden fence in front of the Xiliang camp almost collapsed.

"Deputy leader!"

The moment the cannon sounded, the horses in the Xiliang camp neighed in panic.

The thunderous explosion aroused their biological instincts, and they just wanted to escape.

In addition to war horses, there were also camels in the camp.

If they hadn't been tied to the stakes, they would have escaped by now.

Ye Renrong tried his best not to look panicked.

Even if you are mentally prepared for such rumored things as artillery.

But hearing it with his ears and seeing it with his eyes on the battlefield, he was still instinctively afraid.

After the loud noise, a black afterimage flew towards them.

The afterimage crashed into the wooden fence, which either fell or broke.

A catapult was hit and fell over.

Some Xiliang soldiers did not react and were hit by catapults, screaming in agony.

There was even a Xiliang soldier in front of the camp who was directly hit, his arm was broken directly, and blood flowed freely.

The loud noise coupled with the huge power made not only Ye Renrong but also other Xiliang generals and soldiers frightened and inexplicable.

They could see the location of King Yan's artillery from a distance.

The one closest to them is also four hundred meters away.

And when hit from this distance, it is still so powerful!

"Boom, boom, boom..." The huge roar of the artillery continued.

Black projectiles rained down on the Xiliang camp.

More and more Xiliang soldiers were hit by artillery shells, and there were screams.

A black artillery shell fell less than three steps away from Ye Renrong, and bounced back and hit the head of the soldier behind him.

The soldier didn't even have time to make a sound, he fell down directly, leaving only the remaining flesh and blood on his neck.

Ye Renrong swallowed hard.

In such a small space, facing King Yan's artillery, they were simply dying.

Wiping the sweat from his forehead, he said to the general beside him: "If we fight here, we will only lose the lives of the Xiliang soldiers in vain. We will leave three thousand people behind to prevent the King of Yan from pursuing him, and the others will withdraw." Camp, let King Yan's soldiers and horses go deep into Jinzhou, and then make plans."