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Chapter 469 Battle of Luorong (1)

"Boom!" The sound of cannons suddenly sounded. On the green southeastern land, white smoke rose one after another, and iron and stone shells roared in the air. The originally clear and quiet wilderness had become turbulent at this time.

Wang Bin braved the cannonballs flying in the air and rode his horse to the front. He looked at the enemy camp opposite and turned around and said, "There are more than a dozen cannons on the front of the enemy. They must have filled in gravel iron balls, waiting to bombard the infantry we were going to get up with."

He immediately shouted, "Tell the right-wing cavalry to prepare!" He turned to look at the commander of Lu Liangwei Chen Zhen, and said, "I personally led the cavalry to take the lead. General Chen temporarily led the military power of the vanguard army and attacked according to the agreed method."

"Get orders!"

Wang Bin turned around and ran towards the cavalry and horses in the south.

Among the cavalrymen, a large area of ​​wide-eaved iron helmets, the gray-white linen cloth tied like snowflakes. Among them, the red, green and green three strands of people were particularly conspicuous. Each cavalry had dozens of cavalrymen with pennants on their backs, and the formation was distinguished in three colors.

Wang Bin summoned the cavalry commanders and everyone discussed for a while.

When the cavalry teams jogged one after another and crossed the front of the infantry phalanx, the closest places between the two armies were less than 200 steps apart!

The enemy infantry formation was on the gentle slope on the west side of the woods on the small river bank, and was the protruding front end of the entire enemy camp. The enemy infantry and cavalry on both sides were deployed outside the woods and outside the village.

The cannons kept ringing, and their eyes were soon affected by dust and smoke. The scenery was not as clear as before. A cavalryman called a neighing horse from the horse, and a strange scream of the sound of the man's voices becoming sharper.

Wang Bin adjusted the gun in his hand | pole | tightness, suddenly raised the cherry gun and shouted: "Kill!"

"The King of Han is our king!" "Kill! Kill..." More than a thousand cavalry soldiers shouted, their screams were very crazy, as if inexplicably full of extreme fear and anger. Countless war horses quickly accelerated their speed. The heavy horse hooves stepped on the dirt road, wrapped in thick dust, and rushed towards the front.

Dozens of red flags appeared and loomed in the dust in the front, and they quickly scattered and continued to run. In a short while, the Cavalry Soldiers had reached fifty or sixty steps in front of the enemy formation.

"Boom! Boom! Boom..." The flashing balls of fire were even more dazzling than the sun. Amid the deafening sound of cannons, countless trivial stones and iron balls flew into the air.

"Ah..." Occasionally, a rider screamed and fell to the ground with a thump.

The enemy's phalanx pushed forward a few steps one after another, with dense guns, shields, and spears facing the front like a dense forest.

In an instant, the smoke from the cannons was slightly thinned by the wind, and the Red Flag Cavalry outside the smoke had already deviated northward. The cavalry of the Han Wang Army turned and ran straight northward.

The arrows behind the enemy's infantry formation were then thrown out in waves. The rapid sound of horse hooves, strings, and shouts on the battlefield were roaring.
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