Chapter 938: Militias fighting

"Hey." Shang Wen just smiled. He didn't say anything. This era is a turbulent era. Society is undergoing drastic changes. Who knows what his destiny will be. Shangwen himself didn't know why he entered such an era.

The pace of time is moving slowly. The battle to quell the slave riots in the north is still cruelly underway. The Third Infantry Division of the Qin Army took the most severe blow. Fully played the fierceness that Qin Jun used to be.

"Wow." A group of Qin cavalry troops were walking on the country road built in the north of Qin State. And not far away is a state-level highway in Qin State. The highway section was prepared by the local prefecture of Qin State. There are also a large number of telephone poles on the state highway. These poles have power lines and cables. But it's not the wires that stand out. It was the head that was chopped off by the Qin Jun and nailed to it. Lines of telephone poles are erected on the state highway. Without exception, these telephone poles were all covered with the heads of the slaves who had been chopped down.

"It's terrifying." Under the protection of Qin Jun, the people who fled around began to drive back to their homes one after another, but saw a row of slaves on telephone poles. They still think that this method is still a bit too cruel.

"The horror is right. These **** slaves, they have their heads cut off in this way. Only then can they know that their riots are so powerless." Said a Captain Qin Army came over on horseback.

"Plop." There was a dull sound. A head was thrown on the ground.

"Hang up. We want to show the slaves," the captain said fiercely.

"This is war. As long as those slaves riot again. We will kill them all." said the captain.

"Okay. We have to attack the nearby town. It is under siege by slaves. We want to rescue them," the captain said.

"Go ahead." The captain said, slapped his horse and moved forward quickly.

"Rush." ​​The soldiers behind said and rushed out with the captain.

This is a fast-moving infantry unit, and their maneuvering method is horse sports. But the mode of combat is infantry combat. Quickly maneuver. Dismount and fight. This is how they fight.

And in a small town not far away. A fierce battle is underway.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu of the slaves attacked this town. There were more than 3,000 slaves besieging the town. They are numerous. The total population of the town did not exceed 600 people.

This is a battle of extreme disparity in strength. But this small town recruited all the people to participate in the battle.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu." A group of slaves with disheveled rushing towards the town. The main traffic arteries in the town are full of various obstacles. But these obstacles were covered with various dead bodies. These corpses are everywhere on the streets.

"Let it go." An old man wearing a felt hat shouted loudly. He is a Confucian scholar. He came here to promote Confucianism. At the same time, he also serves as the enlightenment teacher of the town. But it was such a gentleman, and now, he was commanding an artillery team to fire at the slaves who had rushed over.

"Boom." There was a huge bombardment. The old-fashioned bronze artillery became the most advantageous weapon in the hands of the militia because it was fighting at close quarters. The artillery is loaded with shotguns. These shotguns are enough to kill many people.

"Huh." A huge howl came. The shotgun flew out directly.

"Ah." A large swath of slaves was knocked to the ground by the flying shotguns. "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.) Many people will never stand up.

"Let it go." Then there was a roar.

"Bang Bang." The militiamen pulled the trigger in their hands and fired quickly.

The weapons used by the militiamen are various, with bullets of various calibers ranging from small to large. There are various types of guns with different principles.

"Puff." A woman took the old-fashioned flintlock in her hand and fired at the slave. The flying bullet hit a slave who was charging intensively. The slave fell to the ground on the spot. The caliber of this old-fashioned flintlock is generally very large. Some have reached a point seventy caliber bullet. The killing power of this bullet is very large.

The thick gunpowder has not yet dissipated. A child who was only seven or eight years old in the back raised his rifle and started shooting.

"Puff." The child almost shot his rifle because of his hand strength. However, the weapon he was holding was a little more advanced than the weapon that the woman was holding. It was a firing gun between a trap rifle and a flintlock. This kind of gun uses a flash hider. This kind of thing is a bit more advanced than the flintlock. Because it can avoid the gunpowder being wet and unable to carry out firing operations.

"Bang. Bang." But the men had better guns than women and children. They use valve rifles, or drawbar rifles. The rifle bullets they use are fixed-load bullets. This kind of bullet is easy to load. The shooting speed is fast.

"Ah." The slave who rushed over was hit by a series of bullets, and the people behind stepped on their own companion's body to attack forward. Even those companions who were only wounded and breathed out were trampled to death by their own people, because it was a battle, and they were cruel.

"Let it go." The artillery reloaded and fired.

"Boom." There was a huge noise. The shells directly bombed out. The slaves, who were already less than fifty steps away from the militia line of defense, fell down a large area.

"Everyone scattered around. The second line of defense began to fight." At this moment the scholar shouted loudly. Talking. Members of his artillery team pushed heavy artillery out of the artillery station.

At this time, the other people with rifles started to retreat while shooting, and they were advancing towards the second line of defense established behind.

"Woo." The slaves saw Qin's defense loose. Then immediately launched the most fierce offensive.

"Buzz." As a slave, a mature man flew towards the Qin people while waving the big axe in his hand.

"Om." A sound. The axe accurately hit a militiaman waving a makeshift flag.

"Retreat." More Qin people were retreating at this time.

"Retreat." The Qin people shouted loudly. People are attacking the next line of defense.

"Bang. Bang." The other militiamen standing in the attic began to provide them with the necessary fire cover. But there are too many enemies. And the offense is extremely fierce. It is difficult for Qin people to withstand such a sharp attack in a short period of time.

"Ah." The militiaman who had been hit by the axe fell to the ground and couldn't afford to do so.. "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. After the Confucian saw it. Quickly picked up the battle flag. It waved high.

"Fight. We have to fight non-stop. Kill these barbarians." The elegant scholar shouted. This is really beyond people's imagination.

"Bang. Bang." Seeing the battle flag waved again. The militiamen took up their rifles and started fighting.

"Woo." But the slave's forward was still approaching the second line of defense built by the militia little by little.

"Bang Bang." A young man fired continuously with the pistol in his hand. His rifle was too late to reload due to the rapid approach of the enemy.

"Damn it. They are approaching us." The young man began to panic.

"Don't be afraid. Keep fighting." A mature man shouted loudly. He was inspiring his men to continue fighting.

"Bang." Bullets kept coming out.

"No way." The young man was still a little scared when he saw the slave rushing forward. If it's just shooting. They don't think there is anything. But the enemy rushed to the front. When using a bayonet to fight. Well. This time will be the time to test courage.

Face the test of courage. The young man was a little scared.

"We have to retreat to the back line of defense." As the young man said, he started to run back with his weapon.

"Damn it, don't run away. We still need to continue fighting." The man shouted loudly.

But the young man has already ran behind.

"Retreat." In desperation. The middle-aged man also had to retreat. And shouted loudly. Let the people behind keep up.

"Retreat." This is how the militiamen fight. They have built so many simple fortifications for defense operations. They used the rifle they used to shoot. After killing the slave mob. They immediately withdrew. Then retreated to the next line of defense. Then the slave approached and retreated immediately.

It's this retreat style of play. The beaten slaves were helpless. Often the slave has to pay a huge price for a few steps forward. They rarely rush in quickly.

Because slaves are not a regular army. They do not have the same discipline as iron. There is great arbitrariness in the way of fighting. Thus. The slave lost many people in a row. The military spirit began to be unstable. In order to save lives. Only after the life is saved can the fruits of victory after the robbery be preserved. So after they encountered setbacks, they slowly disappeared their fighting will. In the end, the battle was over. Although there are aggressive Huns and Huns. But their nature is profit-seeking. In no interest. None of them is willing to sacrifice their lives.

Just when the offensive of slaves was gradually reduced. The infantrymen of the State of Qin not far away are unfolding their formation.

"Machine gun ready," the captain shouted.

"Mortar. Quick shot. Start." the captain yelled.

"Boom. Bang. Bang." Three mortars fired quickly.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. The slave hasn't noticed the situation here.

"Machine gun shot," the captain yelled.

"Boom. Boom." The shell quickly landed. Blast fire among the slave crowd.

"Tututu. Tututu." The machine gun quickly shot past the slave. A large number of slaves were killed as if they were cutting wheat.

"Woo." The slaves were beaten up. Qin Jun was behind them. They were severely beaten. then. The slave is messed up.