"Rustle, rustle, rustle!"
As the explosion subsided, the yellow sand floating in the air fell down one after another, covering Qu Zhisheng, who was hiding behind the firearms supervisor's carriage, with dust all over his face.
However, as a member of the royal family of Gao Chang, Ju Wentai, who scrupulously abided by etiquette, did not care about this at all. This was just some yellow sand falling down. Compared to the falling bricks and stones that Mo Jiazi destroyed the Gao Chang City that day, there was no danger at all.
However, the shock in Qu Zhisheng's heart did not diminish at all. This was the power of gunpowder. Even if this was the second time Qu Zhisheng had experienced it, he was still shocked.
One thousand firearms supervisors against five thousand elite Tubo cavalrymen. Even if the Tang Army was powerful, in everyone's eyes, this was a battle of great disparity in strength. Even if they won, it would be a pyrrhic victory. However, Mo Jiazi relied on gunpowder and defeated the five thousand Tubo cavalrymen with very little loss.
To be honest, there were not many types of gunpowder weapons in the firearms supervisor, but each of them was extremely lethal. Qu Zhisheng could not help but feel helpless. Gao Chang wanted to provoke the Tang Dynasty, who had gunpowder. Wasn't he courting death? Suddenly, the resentment in his heart toward Meton for destroying Gao Chang City decreased a lot.
In Qu Zhisheng's view, the strength of the Tang Dynasty was already quite strong, and with the addition of gunpowder, it was like a tiger with wings. Not to mention Gao Chang, even the Tubo and Western Turks would fall under the iron cavalry of the Tang Dynasty in the future. Now that he had become the Commandery Duke of Jincheng, it was hard to say whether it was a blessing or a curse.
"But Merton was too risky. The gunpowder explosion even destroyed the carriage formation. If the Tubo people were not scared away, it would be troublesome." Qu Zhisheng said with lingering fear. He poked his head out from behind the carriage and looked at the carriage that was blown up by the gunpowder explosion. He could not help but feel lucky.
"Step out of the carriage formation! All troops, attack! "Suddenly, a soldier from the firearms supervisor shouted in a cold voice.
Qu Zhisheng couldn't help but be stunned. That's not right. The Mohist's carriage formation didn't only have one layer. Instead, it had two layers. The gunpowder had only destroyed the outermost layer of the carriage formation. There was still a small inner layer of the carriage formation that they were in. If the Tufan army wanted to break through the inner layer of the carriage formation, they would have to pay a high price.
Qu Zhisheng saw teams after another team of the Tubo cavalry after the Tubo cavalrymen. After the three hundred Tang Army cavalrymen of the Tang Army who could still fight, they led hundreds of the Tubo cavalrymen who were still able to fight by the Tubo cavalrymen. Even without the carriage formation, there were still a hundred soldiers of the Tubo........ led by the hundred hundred hundred. Of the Army led the Even chasing the Of the of the Of the carriage.. of the of the of of the Of the cavalry of the Cavalry of the soldiers soldiers of by the guns of the after another to the of the Of the Of the Of the Army Of the..
"Brother Ju, you must be frightened." Meton came out from behind the carriage formation. He could not help but laugh when he saw Qu Zhisheng, who was also covered in dust.
Qu Zhisheng solemnly said, "It's my honor to be able to witness the power of Merton and the Firearms Supervisor. Please rest assured, Merton. I will not be disloyal in the future and will wholeheartedly pledge allegiance to the Tang Dynasty."
In this battle, Qu Zhisheng not only saw the bravery of the Tubo soldiers and soldiers, but also personally experienced the great power of gunpowder in actual combat. In comparison, Gao Chang's strength was not worth mentioning. Qu Zhisheng could no longer raise the thought of fighting against the Tang Dynasty.
Meton could not help but laugh when he heard Qu Zhisheng's words. This was the first large-scale battle of the Firearms Supervisor. Such a result was enough for him to be proud of.
"Reporting to the Libation Lord, our army has chased them for ten miles. About a thousand of the Tubo cavalrymen have fled in the opposite direction." After a full hour, Xue Rengui hurriedly came back after chasing the fleeing soldiers. After a series of battles, he was already scarred, but he still insisted on fighting.
Meton nodded and said, "Very good. You did a good job."
Xue Rengui was ashamed and said, "I am ashamed that the rescue team was late. Please forgive me, Libation Lord."
Merton said, "It's okay. It's not easy for you to pin down a thousand cavalrymen with only three hundred soldiers. You should treat your wounds first."
Meton could not help comforting Xue Rengui when he saw that after a series of battles, Xue Rengui's body was covered in blood.
Xue Rengui shook his head and said, "I have a lot of injuries, but most of them are just minor injuries. I have already bandaged them."
"Don't be careless. It's better to let the medics disinfect them with alcohol. Otherwise, if they get infected, it will be serious. This is not Chang 'an City." Meton insisted. Xue Rengui was a general he had focused on cultivating. He could not let him die.
Xue Rengui nodded and immediately went to the rear to let the medics treat and disinfect his wounds. After the treatment, Xue Rengui continued to stand beside Meton. The battle had just ended, so there were still many things to do in the Firearms Supervisor.
"Young Master, 158 people in the Firearms Supervisor died in the battle, 300 were injured, and 3,000 of the enemy were wiped out." Zhang Mu hurried over and reported the casualties to Meton.
"158 people died in the battle!" Meton could not help but feel a pain in his heart. If other armies had won a battle of 1,000 to 5,000, it would have been a rare victory if only a little more than 100 people died in the battle. However, Meton did not care about wiping out 3,000 enemies at all. Instead, he felt particularly sorry for the soldiers of the Firearms Supervisor who had died in the battle.
There were less than 1,000 people in the Firearms Supervisor, but they had lost 15 percent of them. It should be known that every soldier in the Firearms Supervisor was an elite in the army. Not only were they proficient in martial arts, but they were also literate. They were rare talents who excelled in both the pen and the sword. Meton had spent a lot of effort to recruit them. Now that 158 of them had died in the battle, how could Meton not feel sad? They were all trained by him, and he even remembered the names of each of them.
Xue Rengui also could not help but feel ashamed. At least 100 of the 158 people died in the battle with the cavalry with him. He also felt quite sad.
"Treat the rest of the injured soldiers as best as you can. Don't be stingy with the Green Dragon Genuine Herb!" Meton ordered.
"Yes!" Xue Rengui said in a deep voice. Although Mo Jiazi was in charge of the Firearms Supervisor, it was Xue Rengui who was in charge of the soldiers. Naturally, Xue Rengui felt very sad when he saw the casualties of his soldiers.
Immediately, the Firearms Supervisor began to treat the seriously injured soldiers. The soldiers in the Firearms Supervisor were treated by the medics. The soldiers in the Firearms Supervisor who were lightly injured were assisted by other soldiers, or even treated by themselves.
When Qu Zhisheng saw the Green Dragon Genuine Herb being injected into the injured soldiers of the Firearms Supervisor, the corner of his mouth twitched involuntarily.
"Mo Jiazi is really rich!"
When he was in the Western Regions, he had spent an astronomical amount of money to find the Green Dragon Genuine Herb for his father, Ju Wentai. He wanted to prolong his father's life. But now, the Green Dragon Genuine Herb, which was comparable to liquid gold in the Western Regions, was being used as if it was free. Even the lightly injured soldiers were given a shot without hesitation.
Qu Zhisheng could not help but feel sad when he saw the soldiers of the Firearms Supervisor grimacing in pain after being pricked by the hollow needles. It was really a different fate. It was better to be a citizen of the Tang Dynasty. Not to mention other things, just the treatment of using the Green Dragon Genuine Herb had already surpassed that of the Royal Family of the Gao Chang. Unconsciously, Qu Zhisheng actually had a faint expectation of becoming a citizen of the Tang Dynasty.
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