Codex of the Old Gods: I Have a World

Kneel down and hold your head with your hands. This is Zhao Chuanxin's posture requirement for prisoners.

Weapons and equipment were scattered all over the floor.

Zhao Chuanxin was in a dilemma as to where to hide these weapons and artillery at this time.

"Turn around, walk back, don't look back." Zhao Chuanxin ordered.

The Russian soldiers were confused and confused as to what kind of medicine Zhao Chuanxin sold in his gourd.

One person has to look after nearly a thousand people, and the only way to make them obey is to kill them!

Someone was walking in front, suddenly turned around and ran towards the mountain.

boom.

Everyone shrank their necks and saw that the escapee was shot in the back of the head and fell to the ground.

"Keep walking, whoever runs will die."

After walking about fifty meters, someone turned back to see if Zhao Chuanxin was still there.

boom!

"Whoever looks back will die."

Hundreds of thousands of people walked with their heads down, and were not allowed to go off the road or look back.

They seemed to be looking straight ahead, but they were looking at each other's faces from the corner of their eyes, trying to communicate.

It's just that it's quite difficult.

People seem to be unable to control their natural tendency to whisper and look back.

Before walking thirty meters, someone turned around again.

This person turned around in the crowd, thinking that Zhao Chuanxin would not notice.

People around him noticed that he had turned back.

Everyone tensed up, wanting to see what the outcome would be, giving a thumbs up in their hearts.

As a result, the man raised his head in astonishment and opened his mouth in surprise.

boom!

There were obviously many people behind him, but he was the only one who was shot in the temple and his head was deformed, and no innocent people were harmed.

Everyone found that gunfire came from above.

Some people are so hopelessly stupid that they know that turning back will lead to death, but driven by curiosity, they still instinctively look back to find out why the sound came from above.

boom.

Fell to the ground.

hiss……

"Continue to go!"

This time the sound was like rolling thunder, echoing on the road. No one could tell where it came from or why the sound could be so loud and spread so far.

He could only hear the chaotic footsteps of his own troops, but it was impossible to know whether Zhao Chuanxin had been following behind.

Another half hour later, a surviving officer pretended to stumble, stumbling and turning his head back at the same time.

With a very lucky mentality, he bit the bullet and did this, and the result was:

boom!

Everyone was excited, I was shocked... This person actually followed me like a shadow.

Little did they know that Zhao Chuanxin left after firing the shot.

He loaded the firearms into the secret place and climbed two hills to unload.

There was no cover, so I came back and continued transporting the cannon.

This time, the Tsarist Russian reinforcements brought a total of thirty-six artillery pieces, 10 field guns, and 26 mountain guns.

Zhao Chuanxin found a pile of rocks on the side of the mountain and placed the cannons there one by one.

The rugged road requires a lot of effort to be pulled out by horse drawn horses.

Among the mountain guns is a Krupp M1904, and among the field guns is a Krupp 75mm field gun with a total length of four meters made by Rheinmetall.

Zhao Chuanxin took out the two original Maozi mountain cannons in the secret realm, replaced them with two Krupp mountain cannons and field cannons, and replaced all the shells.

You can't blame him for falling in love with someone else. At this time, Maozi's military technology was inferior to that of Germany.

Maozi's craftsmanship is poor, but they are good at magic modification.

Krupp's original metal wheels were replaced with rubber tires, making the horse lighter when running away.

However, these are of no use to Zhao Chuanxian.

The unloaded horses stood there blankly.

Zhao Chuanxin carried the cannon back and forth, touched the neck and face of the horse in front of him, untied the bridle, unloaded the saddle bridge, and patted the horse's back to let it go forward.

This is how a horse operates.

After the last horse was freed from its restraints, Zhao Chuanxin put on his own saddle and rode up.

"go!"

The tall Don hippopotamus ran forward kicking and then accelerating.

Zhao Chuanxin raised his riding whip and made a crackling sound. The horse pulled back and forth to threaten him, and from time to time he raised his front hooves and neighed hard.

The horses in front were frightened and ran together.

Outside, he made a circle and drove the horses into the ravine. Three miles into the ravine, he dismounted, unsaddled, and walked away gracefully.

Those horses that were freed from restraints and human control were only restricted in their desire to eat in the past, but now they lowered their heads and gnawed on the grass without restraint.

They can eat this wasteland from west to east.

Zhao Chuanxin looked amused: What he can't get, he can't take advantage of others.

He then took out the barrel, shield, frame, rear seat, cradle, wheels, and other components, and used tools to install the Krupp Mountain Cannon.

From time to time he would take notes with paper and pen, and the notebook would be full of dark oil stains bearing his fingerprints:

The Krupp M1904 field gun has a caliber of 75mm, a barrel length of 1050mm, a total gun length of 1.8 meters, a width of 74cm, a height of 66cm, and a weight of 400 kilograms? The barrel weighs 100 kilograms?

Horizontal wedge-type breech block, hydraulic spring-controlled ejection tube, high and low firing range: -10 degrees ~ +25 degrees, horizontal firing range: 4 degrees.

Projectile weight: 5 kg?

Maximum range: 4 kilometers?

Theoretical rate of fire: 3 rounds/minute?

He recorded the exact ones that could be recorded first, and measured the ones with question marks later.

It is not a simple matter to form an artillery force.

At this time, the core competitiveness of war is mainly industry, while the core competitiveness of war in the 21st century is technology.

Zhao Chuanxin wanted to use a formatted training method to train artillery, using specific data to speak instead of relying entirely on feeling.

In his vision, not only technology must be refined, but future industries must also be refined. If any country treasures its technological treasures, he will rob or steal them. No matter which country is industrially advanced, it will also recruit talents and let its own people learn from it.

It’s easier to do these things now than it is in the 21st century.

……

Hu Da led the Gray Ax Cavalry Regiment in a surge, but stopped abruptly when they saw the gray torrent.

The endless gray ocean obscured all their ambitions.

It's so scary.

Che Heza, Batang A and Bu Long Arao were hot-tempered, but they couldn't help but breathe heavily, and veins popped out on the backs of their hands holding the telescope.

Brong'a coughed lightly. He didn't want to express his inner shock, because it would destroy his morale if he was intimidated by others, but he couldn't say anything brave at this time.

After all, they did not have the ability of their ancestors to gallop on horseback and face the Central Plains infantry with the ease of coming and going with one enemy against many. They had never faced such a gray behemoth in person, and it was inevitable that the opponent would feel unrivaled in their hearts.

Che Heza's mouth uncontrollably asked what everyone wanted to ask: "Where is the prefect?"

It seems that the prefect has always been lurking at the end of their courage. With a little show of power, the courage can return to the brain and heart along the neural network and be rejuvenated.

Only now do they understand that the source of their prosperity is not their efforts and courage, but the prefect.

Hu Da also had similar thoughts, but he knew that a qualified general could not place all his hopes on others, let alone focus on one point.