Invasion of the martial arts world

Chapter 89
A faint blush appeared on Mu Jianping's face, she twisted the corner of her clothes and said in a low voice:
"I'll go back to the Central Plains and explain to my brother and I'll be back."

The third young lady of the Zhuang family, Bi Yun'er, sat aside and looked at Chen Mo and his wife's affectionate appearance, and couldn't help feeling sad, but when she learned that Chen Mo sent Shuang'er and others to take Wu Zhirong's head, she suddenly looked at the more handsome Chen Mo with a hot face. However, she had promised that once Wu Zhirong was killed, she would serve Chen Mo for the rest of her life.

Chen Mo raised his forehead slightly. He had never thought about being single-minded when he entered such a feudal era, and he himself was not a man of integrity, nor was he one of those men who could only envy and hate others without the ability to find a wife. There can be many women, but he But he cares about one thing, that is, he and the other party will like each other.

For example, Sophia and Fang Yi, he was just a tool to distract him physically, even both of them were poisoned and had to submit to him to explain the family affairs, so Chen Mo took Sophia and Fangyi who were disguised as soldiers. Fang Yi rode out of the city, and Chen Mo went to the firearms workshop to pack enough things and led five thousand musketeers on their way.

Chen Mo's musketeers had very weird attire, tight-fitting clothes with tight sleeves and several big pockets, and a curved iron helmet stamped with local methods on their foreheads, and their backs carried sleeping bags and dry food needed for marching Water jug, and high-top moccasin boots.

From the perspective of later generations, this is a set of military uniforms that are still in line with the concept. In this era, Chen Mo had to report to Kangxi to modify these things. After Kangxi agreed, the tailors in Jumu City made this new military uniform.

There is a small pocket on the vest of this military uniform, which is also Chen Mo's funniest design. It is a pocket used to put the pigtails on the back of the soldier's head so as not to be caught by the opponent or entangled in the woods.

The [-] Musketeers only had [-] flintlock guns, and the remaining [-] were still matchlock guns. This was the result of more than a year of production in the Yaksa City warehouse after Chen Mo collected the guns and added the Firearms Workshop.

He still has twenty Rakshasa cannons and twenty red cannons in the Wujiemen warehouse. Enough gunpowder and smokeless gunpowder are enough for him to fight a large-scale war, but he is just going to let the Musketeer Battalion learn How to win a firearms war.

The army moved out quickly. Unlike those limp Tatar armies, the Han army was well fed and trained intensively. It was like walking on the wind. Every battalion shouted slogans when there was nothing to do. The [-]-mile journey was completed in less than two days. It will end in time.

While marching, a sentry came quickly, got off his horse and half-kneeled to report:

"Report, ten miles ahead is the civil fortress. Our detection team checked it out. The red-haired army was stationed five miles north of the civil fortress. When we approached the fortress, we found that they did not dig trenches fortifications, nor did they form a wall for defense. , they were almost defenseless except for a troop of musketeers on patrol."

"You continue to investigate and send someone to inform Mutu that we are about to bypass the civil fortress to attack Raksha Maozi, so they don't panic." Chen Mo nodded.

After the scouts left, Chen Mo looked back, because the Shenlong Cult members joined and became a team of more than 7000 people. Although the two thousand sword shield soldiers were scattered, they were no less aggressive than the musketeers trained by Chen Mo.

Calling all the leaders, Chen Mo looked at the sentry report and arranged for the station of the Luocha troops. When the leaders returned to the camp, Chen Mo rushed up to a hill and shouted loudly:
"All the troops listened to the order, and the first battalion of the Musketeer Battalion immediately accelerated their way, detoured behind Maozi and chose the terrain to intercept, the second battalion and the third battalion circled to the left, the fourth battalion and the fifth battalion surrounded the right side, and the remaining five battalions and the infantry battalion followed me to attack. Be sure to wipe out the enemy."

Five hundred Musketeers broke out of the team and moved forward quickly, and the other [-] Musketeers also began to turn around. Chen Mo commanded the army to quickly pass through the civil fort. After calculating the time for a while, he gave the order to start the attack.

"boom……."

Ten cannons fired continuously in a valley. No one would ask why these cannons appeared here. Those in charge of the cannons just followed Chen Mo's instructions. Fang Yi and Sophia watched the cannons line up in the rear The scene of the Ming army's attack looked at each other in blank dismay.

Chen Mo ordered the artillery battalion to charge forward when the artillery was fired, and the artillery gradually increased its range to shoot towards Japan. This infantry coordinated combat method quickly showed its power. The old Maozi always believed that China did not have artillery, and the artillery was just a few Junk goods, this has the courage to show off its power here.

After being bombarded by artillery, thousands of musketeers rushed into their camp before they could breathe. When they retreated, they were surrounded and killed by the pre-ambushed army.

After the dense gunshots, gunpowder smoke rose on the battlefield. Chen Mo rode on a white horse and looked at the battlefield and moved his eyes. He didn't really understand this kind of battle formation. At that time, he could be regarded as a not bad military talent.

However, Chen Mo has never regarded this technological weapon as his own personal power. He has been cultivating hard every day. At this time, he has 42 years of internal strength, and only this fraction is the skill he has cultivated. If there is no exchange for Wujiemen, It is not so easy for him to thrive in this low martial arts world.

For half a year, Chen Mo practiced the remnants of the Yi Jin Jing in the morning and evening, and refined various martial arts and body skills during the day. Chen Mo had already known him since he killed Hong Antong, a guy with strange martial arts but ranked high in the Luding world. In the world of low-level martial arts, martial arts is really only a foundation. Hong Antong can't bear a little medicine and his bones soften, and even more powerful people can't resist firearm attacks, but Chen Mo hopes that one day he can resist these terrifying firearms with force.

Chen Mo believed in himself, and also in the army he had trained and equipped. He heard the sound of gunfire in the distance gradually subsiding. Less than an hour later, thousands of soldiers brought dozens of captives over.

A battalion officer stepped forward and reported:

"My lord, the battlefield has been cleared, 150 enemy soldiers were killed, and 33 enemy soldiers were captured, but we don't use Rakshasa language, so we don't know who they are?

After the war, [-] complete flintlock guns were seized, more than [-] broken and repairable ones, ten Rakshasa cannons, [-] shells, [-] barrels of gunpowder, and thousands of mink furs and five or six barrels were also found. Thousands of gold coins. "

Chen Mo nodded and said:

"Well, set up camp on the spot, weigh the gold coins and convert them to silver values, I will exchange them with silver notes, and leave the mink fur for me, and replace the matchlock guns of other battalions with flintlock guns, and send people to send the muskets back to Giant Wood City for training , the captives are under temporary custody, and I will interrogate them later."

(End of this chapter)