The strongest devouring system in the Three Kingdoms

This is the stronghold of the Turks, and it is the season when the grass and water are plentiful. If the army continues to be locked in this stalemate, the more than 200,000 Turks who cannot graze their livestock will definitely cause an uproar. Therefore, Chen Er is not in a hurry. He ordered the entire army to stop advancing and let the Turks take the initiative to attack. If the Turks do not attack, then he will advance again to put pressure on the Turks until they reach the Turks' camp!

By then, the Turks will have no choice but to attack, even if they don't want to be the first to attack.

If that were the case, Chen Er would be quite happy, since then they wouldn't have to search the mountains and fields for prisoners.

"Get the artillery ready for battle!" Chen Er ordered.

Chen Er brought a portion of artillery with him on this expedition to the grasslands. Shotguns are indeed very powerful, especially when dealing with dense charges. The destructive power of shotguns is simply incredible. Of course, Chen Er had to bring such a powerful weapon.

"Zhicai, when do you think the Turks will launch their attack?" Chen Er asked Xi Zhicai beside him, seeing that the Turks had also stopped.

After a moment's thought, Xi Zhicai said to Chen Er, "I believe the Turks will launch an attack within half an hour at most."

"Are you so sure?" Chen Er asked Xi Zhicai.

"nature."

Chen Er nodded and ordered, "Have the soldiers rest where they are and take turns on guard duty." The messenger obeyed and left. Then Chen Er said to Chen Qun, "E'lai, strategist, I'm entrusting this to you. You must protect me well."

"Rest assured, my lord, I will ensure the safety of the strategist," Chen Qun replied.

Xi Zhicai did not refuse Chen Er's kindness. After all, his ability to protect himself was indeed very low. As for Chen Er, there were not many people in the world who could defeat him, let alone kill him. Moreover, they were in the rear of the army. Chen Er's instructions to Chen Qun were just out of caution.

"Now it's a matter of who has more patience." Chen Er said with a light smile, looking at the Turkic cavalry formation not far away, as if he regarded those people as nothing more than chickens and dogs.

Chen Er said to the messenger behind him, "Pass on the order: the entire army shall advance one li."

The real purpose was to put pressure on the Turkic army. The two armies were now less than five miles apart, and if they advanced one mile, the Turkic army would definitely feel a lot of pressure.

Watching the advancing Blood Slaughter Army, Murong Feng was filled with trepidation. He was gambling, gambling on what the wizard had told him: it would rain today! Murong Feng had specifically studied the Blood Slaughter Army's muskets; their power was indeed formidable, but the gunpowder wouldn't ignite in the rain. If the musketeers couldn't ignite their gunpowder, they would be meat on a chopping block, to be slaughtered at will. But looking at the clear sky today, Murong Feng was truly anxious. Hadn't the wizard said it would definitely rain today? If not, he wouldn't have so resolutely given the order to attack. The Blood Slaughter Army's musketeers were not something they, mere flesh and blood, could withstand.

"Great Chanyu, the Blood Slaughter Army has begun its advance," a centurion said to Murong Feng. Murong Feng, who was deep in thought, immediately launched into a tirade: "I'm not blind, do I need your interference?"

The centurion, who had kindly reminded Murong Feng, had a hidden cold glint in his eyes after being scolded by Murong Feng. He stepped aside, thinking, "You, Murong Feng! I kindly reminded you, and you treat me like this! Humph!" A seed of hatred was planted, and it was unknown when it would sprout.

Murong Feng had no time to deal with anything else. He turned to the Turkic high priest beside him and asked, "The sun is shining brightly today, where did the rain come from?"

"Great Chanyu, don't panic. I said it would rain, and it will rain. If you don't believe me, you can withdraw your troops and wait until it rains before leaving the camp." The Great Shaman's eyes showed no emotion, as if the Great Chanyu in front of him didn't exist. Seeing the Great Shaman's expression, Murong Feng was also helpless. Shamans were a special existence in the Turkic tribes. Although he was now the Great Chanyu, he did not have the right to directly command shamans.

"This Chanyu naturally trusts the shaman, but the war is urgent, and this Chanyu has some concerns." Murong Feng quickly bowed to the shaman. He knew that the shaman had played a significant role in his overthrow of Aguli and the formation of the new Turkic alliance, and he couldn't afford to offend him.

"Pass down the order: hold your position and wait for the right opportunity," Murong Feng said to the messenger behind him.

On the other side, Chen Er saw that the Turks were still as calm as Mount Tai, and said to Xi Zhicai with a smile: "Murong Feng has always appeared in front of everyone as a brave general, making everyone think that Murong Huai is the most intelligent person in the Murong tribe. Murong Feng is just a person who only knows how to use force. It seems that we have been deceived by his appearance."

Xi Zhicai chuckled and said, “My lord, Murong Feng is indeed quite capable. Under such circumstances, he was still able to form a new alliance, claiming it was for self-preservation, development, and annexation of other grassland tribes. In fact, everyone knows that Murong Feng is targeting our army. But even so, Murong Feng still managed to gather a group of people and form a new Turkic alliance. Such a person must have great wisdom and strategy.”

“Any strategy is meaningless in the face of absolute strength,” Chen Er said to Xi Zhicai. “Since Murong Feng can hold back, then we will take the initiative. I want to see if Murong Feng can still hold back once he is within our firing range.”

"That's a good idea," Xi Zhicai said with a smile. This was the greatest charm of muskets. He no longer needed his soldiers to walk up to the enemy to kill them; instead, they could kill effectively from a distance of one or two hundred meters. Chen Er's tactic seemed a bit shameless, but it was indeed the most effective tactic at present. The Turks were cavalry, and if they didn't move, their advantage would diminish. On the other hand, the autonomous army could kill the enemy as soon as they got close enough to the muskets' range. Two hundred meters was enough for the musketeers to make adjustments to deal with the cavalry.

"Squadron!"

As Chen Er issued his order again, officers at all levels of the autonomous army shouted "Brigade!" once more, and then issued the order to advance.

They marched in neat square formations toward the Turkic cavalry, as if they were facing not threatening cavalry, but a bunch of chickens and dogs.

"go ahead!"

"Forward march!"

Maintaining their fighting posture, the autonomous army soldiers marched forward in unison. When there were obstacles ahead, the companies automatically split up and went around them. Of course, on the vast grassland, there were very few obstacles, just a few scattered ones, and none of them affected the normal operations of the autonomous army musketeers.