Pu Zhenguo knew that His Majesty Zhu Ciao would arrive at Zhaoqing City tomorrow.
Zhu Ci Xin had brought 300 Red Cannons with him. Even if he were to clash with Tudor's army, he would not be at a disadvantage.
"Soldiers, spread out! The Red Cannons were highly destructive against a dense formation, but they were basically useless against a scattered formation!”
The Red Cannon was mainly used to attack cities and attack large-scale enemies.
When Todor saw this scene, he frowned.
"Tong Yangjia, I don't think the damage to the enemy is that great!”
Tong Yangjia nodded.
"There are hundreds of enemy carriages, and there are only a few thousand people inside. The artillery shells could not cause large-scale destruction!”
"Cover them with cannonballs! I don't believe it!”
A hundred Red Cannons and General Cannons roared.
A dense barrage of artillery shells landed on the vehicles.
The losses of the sword players, strong archers, and spearmen were increasing.
The 5,000 peasants in charge of the supplies suffered greater and greater losses.
Although a single cannonball was not lethal, there were 140 cannonballs in every round, hitting more than ten soldiers.
The soldier who was hit instantly shattered and flew out.
"General! This is so fucking frustrating!" The general of the Blade Card Army placed his shield on General Pu's head.
"Stop complaining! This guy, Todor, was not good at fighting and liked to use cannons! This was how he had taken down the Yangzhou Prefecture!”
"Why don't we ask General Ma Zhanshan to lead five thousand heavy cavalry to charge out and kick their artillery positions!”
Pu Zhenguo narrowed his eyes and demonstrated the battle in his mind.
"No! The enemy, Tudor, led 20,000 soldiers with white banners and 60,000 Green Camp soldiers! Tong Yangjia led 8,000 Han Zhenglan Flag and 60,000 Green Army soldiers, a total of 148,000 soldiers. The heavy cavalry would be hit by artillery fire if they charged forward. They would probably only have 4,000 people left after fighting with the enemy!”
The general of the sword players was in a very heavy mood.
Todor looked on, feeling a little better.
"Tomorrow, the entire army will attack! Also, gather the firewood in the surrounding villages! Tomorrow, we'll attack the chariot formation with fire!"
Tong Yangjia was extremely excited. He had not thought of using fire to attack at all.
"Prince Yu, although fire attack is good, it is just that now is the season where summer and autumn alternate and the wind direction is changing so we have to think of a complete plan!”
Todor thought for a moment and patted his head.
"How about the Fire Bull Formation? This king has read the historical records."
"Fire Bull Formation? Where are we going to get cows?"
"Then use your men to capture all the surrounding commoners and detain them to transport firewood.”
Tong Yangjia's mood was very heavy. Although the surrounding commoners were all commoners of the Ming Empire, he himself also had the bloodline of a wise person.
Just as he was about to retort, Tordor sent Nikan to bring over 3,000 old, weak, sick, and disabled people who didn't want to leave.
These commoners were as thin as skin and bones. They were forced to carry a bundle of firewood and move towards the carriage formation.
Behind them were the Green Camp archers who were aiming their bows at them.
Some were unable to carry a bundle of firewood, and the Eight Banner Soldiers 'knives immediately fell.
They usually wouldn't kill them directly. They would cut them three times and make them fall to the ground, dying slowly and painfully.
Tong Yangjia advised from the side.
"Prince Yu of the First Rank, this servant thinks that the commoners are the foundation of the Empire and we cannot kill too many commoners. Otherwise, there will be a great resistance to us governing these places!”
"Presumptuous! In terms of killing civilians, your surrendered Ming soldiers are much more brutal than our Eight Banners Army!”，Todor rolled his eyes.
Bolobel, who was beside him, also rebuked angrily."Presumptuous! We are masters, you are slaves! Remember, it's a slave! How can you question our decision?”
Tong Yangjia lowered his head, extremely depressed.
He had been following the Eight Banners of Jiannu since the fourth year of Chongzhen, but he still couldn't escape the status of a slave.
When he thought about how he was at least alone in the Great Ming Empire, he immediately felt extremely aggrieved.
Thinking of his current status and wealth, Tong Yangjia temporarily accepted the identity of a slave.
"Prince Yu, please continue! I will personally supervise the heavy battalion to continue bombarding the enemy's chariot formation!”
The heavy battalion was set up by Slave Jian Huang Taiji himself. It was a team that specialized in artillery, similar to an artillery unit.
The heavy battalion was now filled with Green Army soldiers. They had been bombarding for six hours.
"General Tong, when are we going to stop firing? The soldiers were so tired that their bones were about to fall apart!”
"Continue attacking! Are you all so weak? More than ten years ago, the first generation of soldiers of the heavy battalion had been the most important link in eliminating the Qi Family's Army and the White Pole Army at the Daling River. They had bombarded the area for an entire day and night! If you had half the stamina of the first generation soldiers, you wouldn't be so tired after six hours!”，Tong Yangjia pointed at the soldiers 'noses and scolded angrily.
The soldiers lowered their heads and fired the cannonballs mechanically.
General Pu Zhenguo squatted in the carriage formation, praying that the Emperor would arrive as soon as possible.
In the carriage formation, ten medical officers were not enough.
There were injured farmers and soldiers everywhere.
The medic could only comfort the severely injured soldiers.
"General, look! The commoners had been driven over by them!”
Looking at the commoners carrying firewood and straw, Pu Zhenguo immediately reacted.
"Not good, fire attack!"
In an instant, cold sweat drenched his back.
Pu Zhenguo stood up with the Mo Blade in his hand.
"Soldiers, prepare to attack! Send a signal to Ma Zhanshan!"
The soldiers aimed the signal arrows at the sky and fired.
Whoosh ~
The signal arrow in the sky exploded with red light.
"An emergency assembly signal! All of you, get on your horses!"
He rode his warhorse to the side of the carriage formation.
"General Pu, what's wrong?"
"In front, the enemy is urging the people to transport firewood and straw. They are probably going to burn our carriage formation!”
Ma Zhanshan frowned and held the Mo Saber in his hand.
"General Pu, I'll go take their Red Cannon! Heavy cavalry, all of you, attack!”
The five thousand heavy cavalrymen dragged their Mo Sabers on the ground and urged their horses.
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