The Kunlun slave soldiers in front were exceptionally brave.
Since these Kunlun slave soldiers were all black, their intelligence was generally low.
Moreover, they were all castrated by Arabs.
They fought to the death and never retreated when they started a battle.
A volley of gunfire erupted.
A large number of the Xianbei cavalry at the forefront had already fallen.
The Xianbei cavalrymen behind them were unable to dodge in time and fell to the ground.
As they got up, countless bullets and shells were fired at them.
These Kunlun soldiers became an insurmountable obstacle for the Xianbei.
At this moment, cannonballs and bullets flying from three directions were rapidly reaping the lives of these Xianbei cavalrymen.
These Xianbei cavalrymen were in disarray.
They were nothing but a rabble, and had no strategy whatsoever in battle.
The Xianbei cavalry only relied on their superior numbers; large numbers of them fell to the enemy, severely hindering the advance of the cavalry behind them.
Many cavalrymen quickly reined in their horses.
"What exactly is going on?"
"Where did all that thunder come from?" These cavalrymen didn't recognize the sound of cannons at all, especially since Murong Lei and Murong Shuang were leading an army of 200,000, they had no idea what cannons were.
Some Xianbei cavalrymen set off from the military camp outside the city to join the brothers Murong Lei and Murong Shuang.
These Xianbei cavalrymen had seen the guns and cannons of the Russians.
They knew the power of these guns and cannons.
"Oh no, we've been ambushed."
"The Rakshasa ambushed us."
"Get out of here right now!"
"Otherwise, we will surely die."
The sky was slowly brightening.
These Xianbei cavalrymen threw away their torches and charged in all four directions: forward, backward, left, and right.
When they saw the horrific scene on the snow, they were all shocked.
The snow was covered with bright red blood.
Everywhere there were corpses, blown to pieces.
Everywhere were Xianbei cavalrymen and their warhorses lying on the ground, hit in vital areas by bullets.
These pitiful appearances are shocking to behold.
"Get out of here quickly, or we'll all die here."
"Don't stop, keep going."
"Anyone who stays here is doomed to die."
Another round of shouts rang out.
These Xianbei cavalrymen drew their scimitars and charged forward recklessly.
Meanwhile, the Kunlun slave soldiers at the very front of the column were advancing little by little.
These Kunlun slave soldiers advanced while maintaining their formation.
They kept reloading bullets.
Once a large number of cavalry were spotted approaching, they all fired in unison.
A volley of bullets was fired.
The cavalrymen attacking the imperial city were unable to break through the Kunlun slave soldiers' defenses.
These towering Kunlun slave soldiers were as difficult to cross as an unyielding mountain.
Every now and then, shells would fly into the crowd.
People rushing forward kept falling.
On the hillside.
Murong Chui felt like dying.
When he saw the corpses strewn across the hillside below, he was overcome with grief.
Murong Chui wept uncontrollably, though he could not cry out loud, he could only sob softly.
Nobody cared whether the old man lived or died.
Li Jing waved his hand.
All the cavalrymen mounted their horses.
"Sound the bugle, beat the war drums, and prepare to attack."
With Li Jing's command.
A deafening drumbeat rang out.
The sound of bugles shook the heavens and the earth.
These cavalrymen lightly tapped their legs on their warhorses.
His warhorse galloped forward swiftly.
The cavalry charged forward while continuously firing their rifles.
Although Li Jing only had fifty or sixty thousand cavalrymen, all of them were dressed in bright armor and carried muskets.
The bright, shining light shone brilliantly under the sunlight.
From a distance, it looks majestic and imposing.
Li Jing's 60,000 cavalrymen swarmed in from three directions, their momentum earth-shattering.
When the Xianbei cavalry saw this, they all panicked.
"Oh no, we're surrounded! We need to retreat immediately!"
"Where to retreat to?"
"Where else can we retreat to? Besides retreating to the rear, where else can we go?"
All the Xianbei cavalrymen turned around at the dock and retreated desperately.
In an instant, shouts from men and neighing from horses filled the air.
The cavalrymen trampled their horses, creating a horrific scene; many of them trampled themselves to death.
Li Jing personally led his army forward, firing as they charged.
These cavalrymen charged at the enemy from three directions, each having a full five shots to fire.
These 50,000 to 60,000 troops opened fire simultaneously, killing 70,000 to 80,000 people.
After the 50,000 troops converged from three directions, they quickly slung their muskets over their backs.
Everyone brandished their horse-slaying swords, which gleamed and shone with a cold light.
"kill……"
"Charge forward and chop them to pieces..."
"Leave no one alive, kill them all..."
"kill……"
The cavalry converging from three directions surged towards the enemy like a torrent of water from a desperate land.
Wherever the cavalry passed, their sabers flew up and down.
The sound of metal slicing into flesh echoed continuously.
Wherever the horse-slaying sword passed, men and horses were shattered.
These Xianbei cavalrymen could only run wildly backwards like headless flies.
...
Jiang Tian and the others were yawning.
It was already broad daylight when we saw cavalry charging towards us.
"Get ready!" Jiang Tian roared.
Just then, the gasoline and diesel drums he had left on the road somehow caught fire.
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