The strongest devouring system in the Three Kingdoms

"What's so difficult about that? We'll teach you after the battle," the squad leader said casually. The rangers around him laughed and said, "Don't worry, we'll all teach you."

Hearing the words of his comrades, Yelü Qi nodded, fired another arrow behind him, and then, without looking back, turned and continued charging forward with his comrades. A hillside lay not far ahead—that was their destination! "Detour to both sides!"

Just as they reached the hillside, the squad leader suddenly ordered them to flank the enemy. Following the order, the dozen or so cavalrymen immediately split into two groups and fled in opposite directions. Just as the Turks were wondering if the Han Chinese were about to scatter and flee, they suddenly saw wave after wave of cavalrymen appear on the hillside ahead!

"Red-clad cavalry! Those are the Blood Slaughter Army! Oh no, they've been tricked!" the cavalry centurion roared, "Retreat!" However, these charging cavalrymen were not so easily turned around. By this time, they were already within a hundred meters of the hillside. The muskets were actually shortened flintlock muskets, with a shorter range than rifles, but still a much longer range than horse bows.

"Fire!"

With a command from the Youzhou cavalry battalion commander, two hundred muskets fired vengeful bullets at the hundred or so Turks in front. Yelü Qi, who had stopped, turned back and saw the Turkic cavalrymen fall as if they had crashed into an invisible wall. A surge of excitement filled him; his choice had been right. Such a powerful army—this was the army he should have joined! "Hmph, Turks and Xianbei, your era of dominating the grasslands is over." However, the Xianbei were much more docile than the Turks; knowing they couldn't defeat the Blood Slaughter Army, they directly submitted and paid tribute. Yelü Qi… He felt a little regretful that he couldn't take revenge on the Xianbei. Yes, Yelü Qi was a Xiongnu. They were one of the most Han-friendly nomadic tribes, but also one of the weakest. They suffered greatly at the hands of the Turks and Xianbei on the grasslands. In the past, when the empire declined, it was unable to effectively protect these friendly Southern Xiongnu tribes. They had no choice but to rely on the large Turkic and Xianbei tribes. Now, with the rise of the Youzhou Blood Slaughter Army, these tribes have returned and become affiliated with the Abe Protectorate, becoming part of the Northern Autonomous Region.

Yelü Qi had always wanted to be a member of the Blood Slaughter Army, so he became a mercenary cavalryman. Now he even had the opportunity to join the regular Blood Slaughter Army directly. Yelü Qi was even more excited. Looking at the battlefield in front of him, Yelü Qi felt that his choice was so correct. When he returned home next time, he would definitely call all the remaining warriors in the tribe and ask them to try to join the Blood Slaughter Army. With such an army, they would have a chance to become people above others!

"assault!"

The gunfire had just stopped when the battalion commander gave the order to charge. Upon hearing the order, Yelü Qi quickly followed. Now was the time to earn merit; if not now, when?

The Turkic cavalry, who had already suffered heavy casualties from the volley of musket fire, had no chance left. Their path was blocked by the fallen warhorses in front of them, and since they were already unable to turn around, they had even less of a chance.

The Blood Slaughter Army cavalry charged forward. At this moment, the Turkic centurion realized how foolish he had been. How could he have been so stupid as to accept such a mission? Had the Battle of Baideng made him stupid?

With just over ten meters to go, the centurion's face grew increasingly conflicted and torn. When the red knight's blade was only two or three meters away, the Turkic centurion decisively dropped his scimitar, jumped off his horse, and knelt on the ground: "I surrender! I surrender!"

The centurion was beyond psychological endurance. His mind was filled with the blood of tens of thousands of Turkic warriors in the last Battle of Baideng. The centurion knew that if he did not surrender, he would be just like those warriors, never to rise again.

Sure enough, after he surrendered, the Blood Slaughter Army's cavalry selectively ignored him, and the centurion's life was spared.

"The fighting spirit of the Turks is not what it used to be. Although they are still the best cavalry, their fighting spirit has greatly declined." Chen Er said to Xi Zhicai after receiving a report that some Turks had surrendered on the battlefield.

"My lord, it seems that you and Brother Wenruo dealt a heavy blow to the Turks in the last battle. Even now, these Turks still have psychological trauma."

Xi Zhicai went to ask the prisoners why they surrendered. They all said that when they saw the Blood Slaughter Army cavalry charging, they couldn't help but think of the Battle of Baideng, especially the scene of Zhao Yun leading the red-clad cavalry in the Battle of Baideng.

"Zhicai, this is largely thanks to Zilong. You know, Zilong's reputation is so great that it can stop people from crying when they hear his name on the grasslands," Chen Er said with a smile.

"My lord, you flatter me." Zhao Yun, standing to the side, smiled slightly, but still spoke humbly to Chen Er.

Hearing Zhao Yun's words, Chen Er smiled and said, "Zilong is always so humble, but Zilong, sometimes a person needs to be a little unrestrained." "Zilong understands." "I heard that guy named Yelü Qi killed several people single-handedly in today's operation, is that true?"

“That’s right, my lord. This man named Yelü Qi is a warrior from a small tribe of the Southern Xiongnu. Although he is young, his archery skills are superb. According to his squad leader, he killed more than a dozen Turkic cavalrymen with his bow and arrows during today’s operation, and almost every arrow hit its mark.” Zhao Yun answered Chen Er’s question. He added, “Furthermore, the squad leader suggested to me that it is necessary to increase the archery training of the cavalry. After listening to his analysis, I think this is indeed necessary.”

"Hmm?" Chen Er looked at Zhao Yun, wondering why they were suddenly resuming archery training. "My lord," Zhao Yun replied, "the flintlock musket is indeed incredibly powerful and accurate, and the soldiers are quick to master it. However, for cavalry, it has a drawback: reloading is too inconvenient. During pursuit or retreat, the flintlock musket cannot provide effective suppression. Judging from Yelü Qi's performance, I believe that bows and arrows are still very necessary. Our army doesn't need to use bows and arrows on a large scale; we only need to select some talented soldiers to train in archery."

Upon hearing Zhao Yun's words, Chen Er remained silent. Seeing Chen Er's demeanor, everyone around him fell silent. They all knew that their lord was pondering a problem, and they were afraid that they might inadvertently disturb his train of thought.