Start Being a Vassal King Today - Chapter 862

[Chapter 862 Blood Flow]

“This is a blessing from the heavens. We must win, we must win.” The

head of Miancheng City, Ashur, Olsky and others all boarded the city wall.

There were soldiers standing behind them, holding up umbrellas for them.

At this time, Dou Wei looked at the hazy fire in the heavy rain and kept muttering to himself.

The sudden heavy rain forced King Yan’s army to stop shelling.

This made them breathe a sigh of relief.

After that, they, including Olsky, immediately concluded that this was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to fight back.

King Yan’s artillery can’t be used in heavy rain, and their muskets can’t be used either.

If soldiers were sent to fight them hand-to-hand at this moment, miraculous effects would be achieved.

So they immediately dispatched 200,000 troops to detour from both sides to surround the camp of King Yan’s army.

If the attack goes well, they will send more troops to support and try to wipe out the King Yan’s army.

“Bless, bless.” When Dou Wei closed his eyes and prayed, Fan Xinglun followed suit.

For the past two days, he has been in fear all day long.

Under the shelling of King Yan’s army, tens of thousands of soldiers were killed or injured every day.

This situation of being powerless and only being beaten caused the morale of the generals and soldiers to drop to the extreme.

So, for them, this opportunity is once in a lifetime.

There are many of them, and they are not afraid of hand-to-hand combat.

One can’t beat one King Yan soldier, but two or three can.

Even if 90% of the soldiers are lost, as long as the army of King Yan can be completely wiped out.

Moreover, King Yan is in the army.

If they win and kill King Yan, their downfall will be reversed.

Even if King Yan escaped, Jiangbei couldn’t be relieved for a while under such heavy equipment.

When the Western Turks arrived, the end of King Yan was also a death.

Although Ashur and Olsky didn’t chatter like the two of them.

But all of them looked serious.

In order to kill King Yan’s army alone, he dispatched the most elite soldiers under his command.

Olsky also sent 5,000 Rus soldiers.

It can be said that they were the best in this sneak attack.

“The explosion stopped.” Ashur said suddenly, heaving a sigh of relief.

The action was largely his and Olsky’s.

Based on experience, they concluded that King Yan’s muskets and artillery could not be used in heavy rain.

So immediately attacked Yanwang camp immediately.

“Yes, it’s stopped.” Olsky also breathed a sigh of relief.

When he was in Yizhou, he had been paying attention to the war in the south of the Yangtze River.

During the Battle of Jinling, the Shizu army had sneaked into King Yan’s camp, but encountered firearms that could explode underground.

He expected that he might encounter it this time.

Unexpectedly, he guessed right.

However, the number of such firearms that explode underground is limited after all.

Obviously, it’s over now.

“God bless!” At this moment, Olsky finally couldn’t bear it, and prayed for a while.

The rest is brutal hand-to-hand combat.

He only hoped that this battle could completely defeat King Yan’s army.

“Bang bang bang…”

But at this moment, his prayer was suddenly terminated by a burst of gunfire.

Olsky and Ashur looked at each other in disbelief.

“How is that possible!” Ashur yelled.

Dou Wei and Fan Xinglun’s faces were even paler.

“Withdraw immediately!” Olsky shouted without hesitation.

Hearing this, Ashur snatched the horn from the guards around him and blew the horn to retreat.

It’s just that the heavy rain “rustled”, the soldiers roared, and the gunfire disturbed.

The sound of the trumpet seemed to disappear.

Except for the soldiers who were close to Miancheng to react, the soldiers in front were still rushing to kill.

Realizing this, Ashur himself sent out cavalry to bring back the soldiers.

Olsky also ordered the Russian soldiers around him to go out of the city to look for his own soldiers.

Afterwards, his mind was as hollow as the sound of the bullhorn.

He couldn’t imagine how the muskets of King Yan’s army fired in the rain.

“Bang bang bang…”

At this moment, Qin Jun and the army of the Wangfu were crazy about killing.

Chang Wei walked through the rain, and Ma Han personally held an oil-paper umbrella for Zhao Xu, and accompanied Zhao Xu to supervise the battle in the camp.

After the outer mines were trampled, countless soldiers broke through the rain and arrived at the tank.

All the soldiers of the palace in the camp got up from their tents, went to the inside of the chariot, and shot and killed the enemy soldiers who rushed over.

In the rain, Zhao Xu saw the powerful soldiers with long knives, the Beidi soldiers with scimitars, and the tall Ross people with bayonet-mounted muskets.

In front of the bullets of the soldiers of the palace, their fate is the same.

These soldiers kept falling on the way to the charge.

The soldiers in front were killed and injured in an instant, but the soldiers behind came back to their senses, and the momentum of the charge suddenly weakened.

But they couldn’t retreat, because they were supported by the soldiers behind them.

So, after shooting the enemy soldiers in front of him, he aimed his gun at them.

Although the visibility in the rain is bad, they don’t care, just keep shooting into the rain.

They knew that there were enemy soldiers all around them at this moment, even if they didn’t aim, stray bullets could kill several people.

In such chaos, allied soldiers fell in a pool of blood, the rain was dyed red, converging into red streams, rushing to low-lying places…

(End of this chapter)