Chapter 141: Zhao Jun is defeated!

"Swish." Standing on the ladder, Zhao Jun kept firing at the Musketeers. The musket team fired at a large number of Zhao Jun who had gone to the city. The situation forms a deadlock, and it depends on who gets it through first.

"Quickly, pull the cannon up. Quickly." Wang Ben shouted loudly. Now only the cannon can kill the archers standing on the ladder.

A few soldiers from the Yan Army finally pushed the cannon up with great effort. The soldiers were exhausted. They all hid aside to rest.

Xiaowei Wang looked anxious, and he personally stepped forward to complete the process of loading the artillery.

Wang Ben anxiously waited for the artillery. Saw Xiaowei Wang filling up. Step forward to help immediately. A soldier of Zhao Jun standing on the ladder had obviously noticed the situation on the side of the cannon. Feeling that this strange weapon must be very powerful, so he aimed the arrow at Lieutenant Wang who was loading it.

Xiaowei Wang skillfully filled the shells. Then just place the cannon letter.

"Wow." Zhao Jun's soldier drew the bow with all his strength and shot the arrow fiercely.

"Be careful." Wang Ben, who was about to step forward, suddenly saw a sharp arrow flying over.

Wang Ben just yelled out. The sharp arrow had been accurately shot into the head of the lieutenant Wang. Killed with one arrow. When Wang Ben saw Wang Xiaowei who was slowly falling down, he was suddenly anxious. Step forward immediately, pick up the torch, and adjust the angle. Wang Ben has aimed at Zhao Jun on the ladder.

The Zhao Jun soldier, someone stepped forward. He rested his numb arm for a while, ready to draw the bow and shoot the arrow again.

"Go to hell." Wang Ben had already lit a cannon letter.

"Boom." There was a loud noise. The smoke from the fire of the artillery drowned Wang Ben, who was full of hatred. The shells roared and crashed into the ladder full of Zhao Jun archers.

"Wow." The impact of the shells accurately hit the ladder. But the location is relatively biased. Completely interrupt the huge pillar supporting the ladder. The unbalanced ladder began to collapse. The ejected shells smashed into the dense Zhao army siege queue fiercely. The smashed gun pill bounced twice in a row. Many people in Zhao Jun died from the jump of the shells.

Wang Ben has loaded his second serve at the fastest speed, Wang Ben's record reloading speed. It surprised the soldiers of the Yan army who were resting on the side.

"Boom." There was a loud noise. The artillery roared again. A shell accurately hit the ladder that was already close to the city wall. The ladder full of Zhao Jun soldiers was hit. The impact of the shells tore the soldiers of Zhao Jun apart. Become a ball of rotten meat. Flesh and blood splattered everywhere. Landed on the heads of soldiers of Zhao Jun under the city siege.

The ladder was broken up. Wooden blocks, broken limbs, internal organs, bows and arrows. Splashing around.

Zhao Jun, who had already attacked the head of the city, was interrupted by two huge sounds of artillery. As long as they desperately attacked, it was possible that the chaotic firing gun team would be destroyed. The Musketeers were not equipped with bayonets. Melee combat became the Achilles' heel of the Musketeers.

Zhao Jun could no longer stand such a weapon of great lethality. The loud noise shook Zhao Jun's morale. The terrifying killing effect completely defeated Zhao Jun's affairs.

"Bang Bang." The firearms shot scattered and scattered. Zhao Jun's desperate style of play made many musketeers very nervous. Error in busy. Either the fire door was not opened, or the reloading was repeated. The failure of the gun suddenly rose to a new height. Others are firing continuously, and the barrel has been overwhelmed and completely scrapped. But there was no case of bombing. This is really a miracle.

"Boom." The artillery fired again. Directly blasted Zhao Jun on the head of the city into a mess. The shells passed directly through the dense Zhao army, and a blood path appeared in the Zhao army.

Zhao Jun, who had knocked out half of his body, shouted hoarsely. Zhao Jun, who also only had the upper body, struggled with all his strength, and such a scene was extremely terrifying.

"Help me" Zhao Jun shouted loudly, with his internal organs flowing all over the floor, grabbing the leg of a nearby soldier with all his strength and shouting loudly. The soldiers of Zhao Jun have been extremely disgusted by this **** scene. They rushed desperately, but they didn't even touch the enemy's feet. Is such a fight useful?

Zhao Jun calmed down from the madness and began to think. Consider the value and purpose of doing so. Immediately the soldiers began to escape consciously. If an example occurs, it will quickly spread to other people. Zhao Jun began to retreat. There is no order, they have to shoot with their backs to the muskets.

Zhao Jun, who was extremely scared, jumped off the city wall. Miracles always happen. The corpses in the city are already piled up very late. No one is a complete body. With such a big pad, Zhao Jun can survive a little bit of damage.

Zhao Jun began to retreat. Most of the Musketeers stopped firing. Most of their muskets have been completely scrapped. Out of service. The sporadic shots came from the musketeers who fired much ammunition.

Wang Ben threw away the torch, the cannon was no longer usable. Three quick shots in a row. A crack has been blown into the tail of the artillery. If you launch it again, it will explode.

Wang Ben picked up the body of Lieutenant Wang and stared at the timid Yan Army soldiers. Then walked down to the head of the city.

Zhao Jun began to retreat on a large scale. The able-bodied soldiers retreated to the rear army at full speed. Those Zhao Jun soldiers who were shot slowly assisted each other and worked hard to return to their own army.

After the pressure, Zhao Jun could no longer stop the escaping Zhao Jun. Lieutenant Zhao Jun who saw this scene stepped forward anxiously.

"General, are you???" Before the vice general spoke, he saw Li Mu closing his eyes in pain. Helpless, an expression of helplessness.

Li Mu waved his hand, meaning that the army would retreat. The lieutenant had no choice but to issue such an order.

Only the rear team of the Zhao Jun returned to the camp in a certain order, surrounded by scattered Zhao Jun's troops. The situation is out of control.

Sima Shang personally commanded the siege, but Zhao Jun, who was weak in combat power, could no longer attack the city wall. A school lieutenant conveyed the news of Li Mu's withdrawal. Sima Shang ordered the whole army to withdraw to the base with a cry of "Oh".

The Yan army defended hard and finally won. The whole army cheered loudly. Zhao Jun's weapons, corpses, flags, and siege equipment were continuously dropped from the city. The sneered voice "farewell" Zhao Jun's departure.

This battle fought from morning to night, Zhao Jun finally counted. The loss amounted to more than 22,000 people, of which 15,000 came from Li Mu's elite frontiers. And there is room for this number to rise.

Zhao Jun's military doctor's office was full of wounded soldiers lying on the floor. All were wounded by muskets. And wounds are more difficult to heal than knife wounds. Military doctors have never seen such a wound. It's hard to start for a while.

The wounded soldier called out loudly, and the military doctor had no choice but to start.

No disinfection measures, no disinfection precautions. Infection of the wound, a large number of soldiers crowded together. The cross-section of trauma caused by bullets and the dirty treatment environment have doubled the chance of cross-infection. The deaths of wounded soldiers after being wounded will increase exponentially. It is only a matter of time.