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He roared in a low voice: "Beat the drum! Blow the trumpet! The whole army presses down!"

"Boom, boom, boom!..." With his order, the entire Annan army started to move.

So far, the Annan people have not suffered enough casualties to collapse them, and these soldiers can still fight again.

"What is that idiot Ruan Weiwu doing?! Why hasn't the city been captured yet?!"

Li Renxiao seemed to be losing his temper, he stared at the city wall of the old port in the distance and said coldly.

"Get the horses ready! If you haven't taken it yet... everyone will go into battle with me!"

Hearing this, the soldiers around him nodded fiercely.

Then he hurriedly went down to give orders, and the camp was busy all of a sudden.

However, they didn't notice that the pitch-black cannons were pushed out from the foot of the mountain far away from here.

At the same time, the war horses also slowly untied their cages...

A handsome young man was riding a black steed, wearing black heavy armor and standing with his head held high.

Holding a binoculars in his hand, he looked at the camp of the Annan people with a vague smile...

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Chapter 6 Ninety Clouds Over the Frontier Matters, A Heartbroken Song Played in the Southwest (Two Ten)

Ruan Weiwu was pressed to sit on a chair, and his subordinates were kneeling around him.

With a face full of despair, he looked at the white-faced and beardless man in front of him, and there were only two words in his mind: It's over.

"Our family, Wang Zhi, was lucky enough to be appointed by His Majesty Huang Ming as the Director General of the Intelligence Department of the Imperial Army."

And the man in front of him is Wang Zhi!

Seeing Wang Zhi's smiling "Papa~" applause, a person was quickly brought up behind him.

"Ruan Fu?! You... why are you here?! Didn't you go to the Ming Dynasty?!"

Ruan Weiwu was taken aback for a moment, and then his eyes were full of panic!

But then Wang Zhi's words made his heart go cold from his chest to his eyes.

"It's not just Mr. Ruan, but also Lord Annan Chongjun..."

Hearing Wang Zhi's soft voice, Ruan Weiwu suddenly felt like a thunderbolt!

Lord Chongjun is now the commander-in-chief of an army of more than [-] troops in An Nan Kingdom!

Apart from Li Renyi's [-] troops outside the Old Port City, it was the only army capable of combat.

It can be said that if even he had defected to the Ming Kingdom...

This battle...how can we fight this battle? !

As if he still felt that the shock was not enough, Ruan Phuc who was beside him bowed to Wang Zhi flatteringly.

Turning around, he took out a letter from his arms and handed it to Ruan Weiwu.

"You were also under Duke Chongjun back then, can you recognize his handwriting seal?!"

The latter shrank his pupils, took the letter and pulled out the letter paper inside.

Almost in a daze, he repeatedly confirmed that the notch mark on the seal was exactly the same.

Ruan Weiwu was desperate, he knew that this was the handwriting of his former boss, Lord Chongjun.

Without him, he had too much contact with the handwriting and seal of Chongjun Gong's subordinates.

"To be honest with General Ruan, even Li Renxiao's troops outside the city will be destroyed."

Wang Zhi looked at Ruan Weiwu calmly, and said softly: "Then, does the general want to find a way out for himself and his family?!"

What else could Ruan Weiwu say, even Lord Chongjun chose to surrender? !

Duke Chongjun was a veteran of the three dynasties and a mighty general during the Shengzong Dynasty, who led the army to expand the territory many times!

Now even he has chosen to seek refuge in the Ming Kingdom, so what about these little shrimps from later on? !

At this time, Ruan Fu slowly approached Ruan Weiwu.

"General Ruan, I am a fellow colleague, so I would like to advise you..."

Leaning against Ruan Weiwu, Ruan Fu said softly: "There are many people here who can surrender for you!"

Listening to Ruan Fu's words, the silent Ruan Weiwu glanced at it from the corner of his eye.

Those former subordinates beside him were all downcast, but they all waited for his statement with their ears pricked up.

Obviously, few of these generals were willing to be buried by Annan.

If he Ruan Weiwu is unwilling, I believe that there are not a few people below who will rush to do it.

"I only hope that my lord can save the family members of the sinner, the sinner...will repay it with death!"

Then Ruan Weiwu knelt down with a "plop~" and his head made a "bang bang bang~" on the ground.

Ruan Weiwu, who had figured this out, knew very well that he had no money to make.

Ruan Fu took refuge as a civil servant, and Duke Chongjun took refuge with more than [-] troops.

What is this little force in your hand? !What is the status of a navy general? !

"For those remaining at sea, send a warrant ordering them to surrender!"

Wang Zhi smiled faintly, got up and walked out the door: "Then follow our house to the city wall, those soldiers outside..."

"It's all about killing as few as possible! I am kind to His Majesty, and I don't like killing..."

Hmm... The main reason is that people are so f*cked up, who will build roads for our Daming? !

According to the news from the bastards on the Nine Sides, those dogs from the Huoyin Society killed the prisoners of the Little Two Thousand in just one month.

This... really is not a son of man!Is strong labor so easy to catch? !

Our family and the little father-in-law are fighting to death outside, you can't do it at home at will!

This time, a large group of people were arrested in Annan and Dongyu, where will they be arrested next time? !

The two capitals and thirteen provinces of the country have now included the grasslands.

There are a lot of roads, forts, and cities to be built, and if you are killed, who will build them? !

"Kill!!" At this time, everyone at the city wall of the old port was red-eyed.

The thunder wood was pushed down with a "boom~", and it smashed countless Annan soldiers down along the ladder, screaming and falling.

Pots of boiling hot oil fell down with a "crack~", and the rocket immediately lit the fire with a "chirp, chirp, chirp...".

Even the sand and soil carried by the Annan army soldiers were swallowed by the sea of ​​fire before it could be dumped in time.

"Tom tom tom..." The shocking thunder was thrown down one after another and landed on the heads of the archers.

Then he heard the explosion sound of "Boom! Boom! Boom!!", and the Zhentianlei that exploded in mid-air really released its power.

The huge air wave in the explosion, and the flying shrapnel "crackling~" swept the archer to the ground.

The fragments of these explosions are larger than the shrapnel of later generations, so once they are hit, the damage caused by them is greater than that of later generations!

The effect caused by the explosion of more than ten thunderbolts above the head was that the fragments of the explosion almost covered most of the archers.

"Huhuhu~" The fragments whirled, and the torn air also tore the archer.

The huge fragments directly smashed through the archer's body in such an unreasonable manner, and the violent force tore the muscles fiercely.

The bones were smashed again, and finally "pacha~" sprayed into blood all over the sky.

"Ah~~" The shrill howl resounded through the crowd of archers, and the whole earth was dyed scarlet.

The Zhampa archers on the city wall took the opportunity to stand up, and pulled the bowstring "buzzing..." facing the Annan army soldiers below.

Countless feathered arrows splashed down like raindrops, and all the soldiers exposed under the city wall let out desperate roars.

"Plop flop..." At this moment, the Annan army soldiers were cut down like wheat.

Annan's soldiers wavered, they hesitated.

Such high-intensity fighting has made them fearful. They are human after all.

It is not surprising that such a situation occurs, because even a modern army with 30 casualties will shake or even collapse.

Why is it that when the army is in combat, it is always left if it cannot be broken? !

The reason is that if the casualties keep appearing without taking it all at once, the army itself will collapse.

It's better to withdraw and reorganize, and let the second wave attack.

Or after withdrawing and repairing, boost morale, adjust strategy and launch an attack.

In this regard, the United States has done statistics.

In "Frontline Air Strike Effect Evaluation: The Relationship Between Company-Level Casualty Rate, Suppression, and Combat Effectiveness", they have made a graph.

Among them, when the team's casualty rate reaches 30, the remaining 70 will almost collapse.

Either they fought indiscriminately without cooperation, or they fought passively to avoid or even fled.

In the volleyball battle recorded in "The Art of War in the West" during the Napoleon period, the victorious French army suffered about 10 casualties.

The loser, Austria, had about 17 casualties. Compared with the era of platooning guns, the army was more professional and the training coordination was higher.

Even so, the front will look precarious after more than 10 casualties.

In fact, not only in the West, but also in the East, we discovered the impact of the battle loss rate earlier.

"Sun Tzu's Art of War: Conspiracy" mentions:

"If the ants can't overcome their anger, they will kill one-third of the soldiers, but the city will not be pulled out, and this attack will be a disaster."

Sun Tzu also believed that if the attacking party lost one-third of the city, they would not win the city.

This is the coming of the "disaster of attack", and this formulation coincides with the statistics of the US military.

According to the statistics of the US military, only 42 of the 20 battles in which they were on the attacking side lost 9 battles and still won.

However, there were only 30 games where the casualty rate reached 2 and still won.

The casualty rate reached 50 and still won... not even a game.

As the defender, the casualty rate of 45% in 20 battles is slightly higher than that of victory.There are fifteen games.

At 30 there were 6 games, but at 50 the casualty rate remained the same - not even a single game.

The Annan Army's battle damage at this time has exceeded [-] people, including a small number of deaths and most of the injuries.

After all, only a few generals and their personal soldiers among them can be regarded as professional soldiers.

Most of them are farmers and soldiers, and their main work on weekdays is farming.

To be able to practice once every ten days is a remarkable thing.

Under such circumstances, it is almost impossible to expect them to have the will to fight to the death.

When a large number of robes fell under the city wall, countless blood, blasted stumps and pieces of flesh splashed everywhere.

The greasy smell of grease floating in the air after those comrades were swallowed by the flames almost made them collapse!

They call them "farmers and soldiers" as they put it nicely, but in fact, they are farmers who exercise occasionally.

Cultivating land is what they are best at, so it is still difficult to fight a smooth battle.

In this kind of vicious battle, when most of the generals and soldiers who can fight in front are lost, they will collapse.

"Press it up!!"

Finally, Li Renxiao gave the final order at the distant walled city.

After he finished speaking, he turned around to go down the wall of the village. There were already more than a thousand riders below, and the last nearly [-] elite were ready to make a surprise attack.

At this time, he seemed to feel a group of eyes looking over playfully.

At the same time, he felt a little hot on his face, he stopped and turned his head slowly.

But in a clump of woods in the distance, strange black cannons were pushed out.

Along with the artillery, there were also cavalry on both sides "rumbling..." stepping out.