Datang Fenghua Road

More than a dozen princes took the initiative to invite Ying, even if they only brought [-] soldiers and horses to the expedition, this specification is considered to be the top level in the Tang Dynasty.However, Han Yue looked up at the sky, shook his head and refused: "I'm still worried, although the grasslands are somewhat decayed, there are still hundreds of thousands of soldiers and horses. I must go to this battle in person!"

He looked back at the princes and said solemnly, "If I don't go, you won't be able to play."

Han Yue is right, he is developing too fast, and his soldiers and horses are too complicated. There are not only the five thousand black armored iron cavalry given by Li Shimin, but also the newly recruited infantry recruits from Shenyang City, and even the tribes hidden in the grasslands. Turkic cavalry.

There are a total of 30 people and horses. If he hadn't been dispatched in the middle, this battle would have to be chaotic without fighting at home.

The little girl Han Xiao suddenly appeared in the crowd, giggling at Han Yue and said, "Master, there is good news to report. The equipment you asked me to supervise and manufacture has already produced a thousand sets..."

Han Yue was stunned for a moment, then overjoyed, he laughed and said: "Very good, bring them all to me, let's go to the grassland to do a big vote, and by the way satisfy that stinky woman's wish to revitalize the family."

The princes looked at each other in dismay. Old Cheng couldn't hold back his curiosity, and couldn't help asking aloud: "What kind of equipment is it? It sounds like it's very powerful. Could it be a miniature red-clothed cannon? Or a bazooka?"

With a mysterious look on his face, Han Yue smiled and said: "This thing is sharp and can be called a battlefield meat grinder, but we need to catch up with Luo Jinger. This batch of equipment is originally made for the use of black armored cavalry."

Chapter 327 A wave is a slap

In Chinese history, there was a short-lived dynasty. Although it was not long, it was powerful and powerful. It once gave the entire Central Plains a headache, and when I heard its name, I shivered.

This dynasty is called Xixia, and the Xixia people invented a battlefield weapon called the God Arm Crossbow.This thing is very fierce, with a range of up to four hundred steps, it can be called the most ruthless weapon in the cold weapon era.

What is the concept of four hundred steps? 50 meters said that the god arm crossbow is powerful?

Just compare it.

450 steps, converted into the measurement unit of later generations, is more than 350 meters. The effective killing distance of a general pistol is 50 meters. From this we can draw a conclusion that the range of the magic arm crossbow is seven times that of a pistol.

After Xixia invented this thing, relying on this thing is almost invincible, and the whole world has changed, and all the arms are shrouded in the shadow of the god-armed crossbow.

It is a pity that the Xixia people did not know how to keep technical secrets, and the production method of the divine arm crossbow was passed on to the Northern Song Dynasty, and finally became a magic weapon for the Han people to fight against aliens.

The equipment made by Han Yue is the divine arm crossbow, and it has been quietly improved. The ordinary divine arm crossbow can only be driven by two soldiers, but Han Yue has a system as the technical backing, and the divine arm crossbow he developed can be equipped with cavalry.

Just imagine, the black armored cavalry is unparalleled in the world. If they are equipped with a powerful weapon such as the divine arm crossbow, what kind of situation will the enemy they meet.

Only two words, massacre!

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"Drive, drive!"

At noon that day, the gates of Shenyang City were opened wide, and a dozen fast horses rushed out of the gates and chased them all the way towards the grassland.

Lao Cheng and other state officials were all dispatched. These founding generals were all extremely brave, even in the snow and ice, they still rode wildly.

Five hundred knights followed behind them. These people were not cavalry, but a fast-carrying force specially established by Han Yue.But each of the five hundred horses was dragging a small sleigh full of various combat supplies.

The speed of the horse-drawn sleigh is very fast, but it is still difficult to compare with the speed of the horses of Lao Cheng and others. From Shenyang to the grassland, it is three hundred miles away, but it took only three hours for Lao Cheng and others to reach the edge of the grassland.

Suddenly, a crowd of black people appeared in front of them. It was the black armored cavalry who were taken away by Luo Jinger. At this time, they were cooking rice.

Old Cheng laughed and said loudly: "Finally caught up, not bad, she still remembered that before the war, the soldiers had to eat to save their stamina, and this girl Jinger was not dazzled by the interests."

Next to him, Qin Qiong sighed and rushed into the black armored cavalry.

"Jing'er, get out of here for this old man!" Shandong Qin Shubao has been loyal all his life, but it doesn't mean that his temper is good.

There was a high neighing sound from the front, but I saw a graceful figure rushing towards her, her mount was a peerless BMW Fist Maojing, she was wearing the unparalleled flowing cloud gold chain mail, and she was holding it upside down. A long spear, a rare treasure custom-made by Han Yue himself from the system, a three-pointed, two-blade Leng Yuefeng Ming spear.

This outfit is extremely well-equipped, and it is not like the second person in the world. The girl on the horse rushed in and suddenly stopped, and the movement was completed in one go, which attracted a burst of applause from the black armored cavalry.

"Uncle, why are you here? Jing'er is leading her subordinates to dinner, preparing to attack the Turks at night..." The girl on the horse stretched out her hand and took off her helmet, revealing a beautiful face. She has not realized the mistake yet, but frowned slightly. Ask a question.

"Your subordinate? Where did your subordinate come from?" Qin Qiong smiled miserably, and suddenly stepped forward, raising her palm heavily.

Snapped--

The slap was crisp, and the voice spread far and wide. Luo Jinger's right face was hot and painful, and it rose very high in the blink of an eye.

"Uncle, you... you hit me?"

The girl's face was stunned. She lost her father when she was a child and was almost raised by Qin Qiong. This uncle loved her even more than his own children.

Qin Qiong's face was ashen, and she said angrily: "It's easy for me to beat you, I have the intention to kill you." He suddenly turned over and dismounted, walked all the way to the front of several black armored cavalry, and shouted: "Give me a few for the old man. Here comes a piece of meat, I want to eat..."

The prestige of the prince was no joke. Several soldiers tumbled to the side of the war horse, took out the marching meat from the leather bag hanging under the horse's belly, and carefully handed it over.

Qin Qiong didn't answer, grabbed the piece of meat and bit it violently, and Lao Cheng and others next to him also dismounted and ordered, "Bring some more meat, we will also have dinner."

The soldiers looked at each other in dismay, and quickly took out the meat from the skin under the belly of their horses and handed it to these princes obediently.Lao Cheng and the others didn't speak, and more than a dozen princes just sat on the snow, grabbing the pieces of meat and chewing with their heads down.

What do you rely on to fight in the age of cold weapons?

It's all about physical strength.

If you can't even get enough to eat, even the tyrannical generals are useless. These princes are all people who were killed in a sea of ​​corpses. They understand the importance of eating before the war better than ordinary soldiers.

I am not afraid that you will hold on, but I am afraid that you will not eat enough, because if you eat an extra piece of meat, you will save a little more strength, and when you go to war, you will be able to kill one more person and hurt yourself a little less.

Luo Jing'er's pretty face was very swollen, but the girl didn't seem to feel the pain on her face, but felt a lot of pain in her heart.Qin Qiong had never beat her, but today not only did she beat her, but she was beaten in front of everyone.

"Uncle, what did Jing'er do wrong?" There were tears of grievance in her eyes, and she couldn't help herself from crying.

It's a pity that Qin Qiong didn't even look at her, and snorted coldly while eating the meat, "I have no time to pay attention to you now, and I don't have the right to pay attention to you anymore. When a woman gets married, you can wait for the Marquis of Jingyang to come over and talk about it."

Luo Jing'er was stunned, she looked back subconsciously, and murmured, "He is coming too? What is he coming for?"

boom--

Qin Qiong finally couldn't bear it any longer, and slammed a heavy punch on the snow. How fierce was the punch of the world famous general, this punch directly smashed the ice and snow, leaving a big pit on the ground.

Li Ji next to him sighed softly, put down the meat in his hand and said, "Brother Shubao, please restrain your anger. Before the battle, it is not advisable to grow branches outside the festival, so as not to affect the morale of the whole army."

Qin Qiong nodded and continued to bite with the piece of meat.

Before the war, he had a crazy meal. This was because he was determined to fight hard. It is said that Qin Shubao of Shandong had already ranked among the princes of the country.

A dignified prince, even if he is on the battlefield, he usually commands the battle, but Qin Qiong's appearance clearly regards himself as a soldier, and he wants to go on a horse to fight in person.

Luo Jing'er was sluggish and did not understand, but the surrounding princes understood Qin Qiong's helplessness.

Qin Qiong can't do it without fighting.

If you don't fight, how can Han Yue feel that he owes a favor?

If you don't owe it, how can Han Yue continue to treat Luo Jinger kindly?