Shulv Ping had no real concept of the ’runic flintlock musket rifle’ spoken of by Zhang Guanlan, as firearms didn’t exist in her ti.
She did not genuinely believe that these muskets could rival their Khitan bows and crossbows, but as a female hero who fought on behalf of the Great Tai Emperor of Liao, Abaoji, on many occasions, she maintained necessary caution.
"With a re one hundred thousand against seven hundred thousand, their general shows imnse bravery! We should have no problem winning today—what needs consideration is how to minimize losses. I don’t want to lose a single one of these two hundred and seventy-thousand Pi Room Iron Cavalryn."
She looked at the Jin Army formation positioned on the hills on both sides ahead, "I don’t quite understand their formation—it seems quite foolish. Though, those fortifications do seem troubleso."
Zhang Guanlan imdiately replied with a blush of sha, "I only have myself to bla."
They delayed their forces to this day because he ran into problems while helping Shulv Ping recover her soul and body.
This was a result of the experint carried out by Sikong Xin, the master of the Wan Soul Coffin, which wasn’t perfectly executed over a year ago.
The culprit was Li Xuan on the opposite side, the Marquis of Guanjun. He was the one who eliminated Shulv Ping’s clone too early, causing Zhang Guanlan to overlook the flaws in the technique.
"This is not your fault."
Shulv Ping waved her hand dismissively, "In any case, let’s probe their defences first!"
With a slight lift of her hand, pressing forward, the evil corpses and spirits, along with the nurous demons and monsters she’d forcefully gathered, all suddenly accelerated their advance towards the Jin Army ten miles ahead.
Their dark, surging mass resembled a tidal wave, overwhelmingly voicing a charge towards the fortress situated at the valley mouth, as well as towards the low surrounding hills.
A fraction of the Khitan undead cavalry moved incredibly fast, covering a distance of five miles in the blink of an eye.
At this mont, Li Xuan had returned to his command post, his gaze fixed on the scene ahead, cold and emotionless.
Li Xuan!" Zhang Yue, standing at the command post, gulped nervously at the sight of the legion of the evil corpses and demons, "Should we open fire now!"
By now, it wasn’t just him. Nearly all of the musketeers along the entire battlefront had taut muscles and cold sweat in their palms. All of the officers, high-ranking or low, wore stern, firm expressions.
"Wait!"
Li Xuan’s voice remained composed, without a hint of wavering, "Pass on the order to our Baihus and generals: without my order, whoever dares to fire at will, I’ll behead them! Also, tell them that they can take the dication now."
The effective range of the ’rune flintlock musket rifle’ against the second door Wu cultivator is 380 Zhou, which equates to 1140 ters or a little over 2 miles.
Prematurely shooting has no benefit other than startling the enemy.
As for the dication he ntioned, it is a type of drug that can keep soldiers calm and excited, boost the speed of their hands, and their response capabilities.
In Li Xuan’s world, during modern European warfare, stimulating drugs were frequently used to invigorate the soldiers’ spirits and increase their shooting speed.
Out of love for his soldiers, Li Xuan did not intend to use this harmful thod with infinite consequences. However, the dicine provided by Jiang Yunqi, which was only less effective than stimulating drugs, had no addiction potential.
Ti went by quickly. The huge corpse army was now less than three hundred Zhou away from the Jin formation. Wei Zhen, who was demoted to ’Deputy of the Jizhou Military Review’ by Li Xuan’s side, couldn’t help but break into a cold sweat. However, Li Xuan beside him still showed no sign of movent.
Zhou, 230 Zhou, 180 Zhou, 120 Zhou----
"What on earth is he trying to do?"
Serving as the Left Shilang of the Ministry of War at the mont, Shang Hong looked angrily at Li Xuan on top of the command post from within a group of cavalryn stationed on the hill.
At that mont, he even suspected that Li Xuan intended on burying the elite Jin troops of one hundred thousand here.
But subsequently, he heard Li Xuan bellowed an order that echoed across the battlefield.
"All troops, comnce two-stage firing, and open fire imdiately! All field artillery, chain shell fire at will!"
In an instant, the whole battlefield was filled with the sound of dense explosions blending together like thunder, causing an ear-deafening rumble!
At the sa ti, one hundred and sixty ’drag-wheel style field smooth-bore cannons’ emit a jet of red fla. Masses of chained projectiles explode towards the most densely populated areas of the evil corpses and demons.
—These have two projectiles fastened together by a five-foot-long chain. These were now rapidly spinning and spiralling, tearing apart everything in its path.
Looking at this scene, the Left Shilang of the Ministry of War, Shang Hong, was left dumbstruck and awestruck.
He found that the seemingly formidable and endless corpse army had t an invisible wall, whereby their entire formation was held back a hundred and twenty Zhou from their target.
Those artillery chain shells were like the grim reaper visiting the mortal world, sweeping away everything in front of them, breaking a blood path that was shocking to behold!
At that ti, the second round of firing from the Jin Army’s musketeers had begun, and large parts of the corpse army’s bodies were shattered into pieces by the ’rune projectiles’ with demon subduing effects.
Then ca the third round, the fourth round, the fifth round, the sixth round, endless and continuous, raining down like a torrent.
Under the influence of the dicine, these Shenji Camp soldiers, who would usually fire at most ten rounds in a hundred breaths, were now able to achieve over fifteen firing rounds within the sa ti fra.
Splitting into two teams to fire, they coordinated seamlessly, leaving no breathing room for their opponents.
The once grand corpse army now resembled lambs waiting for slaughter, at the rcy of the Jin Army’s killings!
And Shulv Ping, the forr empress of Liao stationed on the opposing side’s altar, suddenly clenched both hands, her deathly grey pupils shrank in shock.
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