Soon, the black-armored sword and shield infantry and gunmen appeared in formation.
Compared to the cavalry, the infantry formation seemed to be more imposing.
Because they were walking in a very orderly manner, the sense of uniformity and the orderly sound of their footsteps were very shocking.
Compared to the cavalry, the arrangement of the infantry was undoubtedly much simpler. They looked horizontally in a straight line, vertically in a straight line, and diagonally in a straight line. If they walked well, they would be rewarded with meat and money, and if they did not, they would be rewarded with meat and money. The simple reward and punishment system was exchanged for this moment of shock.
They marched in unison, arranged neatly, and in a straight line. Meticulously, they advanced with the sound of the drums. The black armor, black helmets, and black flags formed a sea of black.
The general leading them was Zhao Hu. He rode alone on a horse and raised the black dragon war flag. He was in high spirits and meticulous.
The people standing on the city wall maintained their shocked expressions and stiff movements, and did not change at all.
From their point of view, they could see a neat formation slowly marching past. When they reached the center, the soldiers raised their weapons and turned together, shouting the slogan "Long live the Emperor! Long live the Emperor!" Their uniformity was breathtaking.
These were not rookies who had never been on the battlefield. They were veterans who had survived hundreds of battles. They had a strong murderous aura, and when they shouted the slogan, they involuntarily burst forth with the aura of elites who had been through hundreds of battles. The uniform voice of thousands of people was enough to shock people.
Zhao Hu had said that they were participating in the military parade to support His Majesty. When the time came, His Majesty would be surrounded by those bastards with evil intentions. They had to bring out their fighting aura and treat those people as if they had killed their fathers, scaring them to the point of wetting their pants!
Aura, it was still aura, the aura of the elites who had been through hundreds of battles. This was actually very metaphysical, and no one knew how to describe it. However, when faced with this aura, one's body and soul would stiffen, unable to recover for a long time. One could even wake up from a dream from fright.
For example, Li Zhi was startled and involuntarily took a few steps back. Like him, the rulers of some small countries felt a chill run down their spines when they saw these soldiers shouting in an orderly fashion. No matter what they were shouting, they felt a chill run down their spines.
They were scared, really scared.
Long live the Emperor! Long live the Emperor!
This was to celebrate the Emperor's birthday, to express their loyalty to the Emperor, and even more so to deter the disobedient thoughts of the younger generation.
Displaying the military power of Daqin in front of them, telling them that if they dared to make trouble, they would face such an army and such a blow. Were they afraid?
Are you scared?
In any case, Li Ge was afraid, Shang Ning was also afraid, the Mo, Zheng, and Ruan clan were also afraid.
Thinking about the troops under him, they couldn't even gather enough uniforms. Armor could only be worn by the generals. Ordinary recruits didn't even have a single piece of clothing. They were considered recruits if they were topless and held a wooden stick. Iron weapons and firearms were only owned by the elite troops, and there were usually only a few thousand of them.
The size of their armies was not large, and there were even fewer elites. They lacked the production capacity to produce enough weapons. The scale of the weapons workshops was very small, and the output was very small. Furthermore, the consumption of weapons during wars was very high. After a war, the country's annual output would be used up.
Therefore, it was common for people to use wooden weapons to fight.
Who could be like the Daqin army, where everyone was wearing armor and holding iron weapons? Moreover, they were using such uniform weapons …
How much money would it take to build such an army? How much money would it take to maintain it? How much money would it take to train it?
It was all money. Without money, it would be difficult to do anything.
The wealth of Daqin had completely transformed into a strong military power, an unbelievably strong military power.
Following them was the artillery phalanx. The infantry carrying the musket and the Enlightening Flintlock Musket, these two types of Great Qin's standard firearms, slowly walked past the city walls in an orderly manner. Their steps and movements were synchronized.
"Long live the Emperor! Long live the Emperor!"
The slogans shouted were also quite uniform.
Then came the real highlight, the artillery team.
To the other countries, the cannons of Great Qin were an extremely powerful deterrent. 150 Francis Cannons, 50 Mighty General Cannons, and 20 extremely sturdy Red Barbarian Cannons, 220 cannons, and a large number of horses and cannoneers lined up neatly as they slowly passed by.
At that time, Xiao Ruxun clearly saw the shocked expressions of Buyan and Weng Guodai, as well as the stiff appearance of the envoy of Yarkand Khaganate who took a step back.
"Long live the Emperor! Long live the Emperor!"
The same shout, the same shocking sound.
They did not walk fast, but their steps were firm. Their voices were loud and full of murderous intent. The drums rumbled, and the horns sounded distant and desolate.
Everything, from the people, to the weapons, to the pace, to the phalanx, to the momentum, not only the vassal lords, but also many of Daqin's own officials were shocked.
How much effort did it take to train such an elite army? How could they measure the fighting strength of such an elite army?
They did not know how to measure it, and they did not know how to describe the shock they felt at this moment. But their beating hearts told them that they might not be able to calm down for a long time.
For the respectful vassal lords, apart from the shock, there was also a sense of excitement, a sense of rejoicing that they had followed the right father. They rejoiced that their footsteps had been closely followed by their father of Daqin. They did not dare to act rashly, so they would definitely receive the protection of such a powerful army.
For the vassal lords who had some ulterior motives, it was pure shock, and a deep sense of fear and helplessness.
In the face of such an army, can I win? Can I resist? How long can I hold on? Can my country continue to exist? Can my position and my ambition survive?
All kinds of questions came to their minds, but what they got was more and more fear and despair.
For the three powers in the north, the Yarkand Khaganate had no enmity with Daqin. After the shock, shock, and fear, there was also some yearning. Seeing such excellent weapons of Daqin, they had the idea of buying the weapons of Daqin to strengthen themselves.
The envoy belonged to the Heishan Faction. He suddenly thought that he could use the weapons of Daqin to increase the voice of his faction, so as to completely defeat the enemy faction.
For the Horqin tribe, which had secretly surrendered to Daqin, it was full of joy. They were glad that they had surrendered to Daqin in advance and became the obedient vassal of Daqin. In the future, they would also be protected by Daqin instead of being attacked. This was the only thing worth celebrating.
Otherwise, with the excellent training and equipment of the Qin Army, if they really fought …
It was hard to imagine.
For Buyan, it was pure fear and despair.
He did not intend to become a vassal of Daqin. He wanted to use the power of Daqin to unify the grasslands, and then fight with Daqin. He even wanted to stand here as a master in his lifetime and enjoy the same beautiful scenery.
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