The strongest devouring system in the Three Kingdoms

"Squad! Halt!"

More than ten minutes later, the entire army had advanced more than four miles and was now only three hundred meters away from the Turkic cavalry. In another hundred meters or so, they would be within the firing range of the musketeers, and the great battle was about to begin.

Just then, dark clouds suddenly filled the sky. What had been a clear blue sky was now suddenly filled with a deafening roar of thunder, striking the hearts of everyone on the grassland. Hearing the thunder, the Turkic cavalrymen felt their horses startled. However, these horses, trained by noise, quickly returned to normal. Knowing that their most important enemy was the musketeers and the main threats they posed to the cavalry, Murong Feng had his cavalry undergo corresponding training. Although they lacked muskets and couldn't truly acclimatize their cavalry to the sound of firearms, the Turks, skilled in horse training, quickly devised a method to use various loud noises to acclimatize their horses. This way, even if firearms were suddenly unleashed, the horses wouldn't suddenly lose control like they had during the Battle of Baideng.

"Hahahaha!" Murong Feng laughed loudly upon hearing the thunder, "The Eternal Heaven has not forgotten the warriors of the Turks!"

"Warriors! The time for our attack has come!" Murong Feng, riding his warhorse, continuously rallied his army's morale at the front lines. "Warriors, do not be afraid! The Eternal Heaven has heard our call and sent down a torrential rain. The Blood Slaughter Army's muskets are useless now. Prepare to attack! The Eternal Heaven is on our side!"

Seeing the Turkic cavalry suddenly become excited, and considering the strange changes in the sky, Chen Er knew exactly what Murong Feng was planning. However, Murong Feng was destined to be disappointed today, because all the musketeers on this expedition were equipped with the Autumn Rain Type 2 flintlock muskets. As long as there was no strong wind or heavy rain, flintlock muskets would not completely lose their effectiveness. Although the gunpowder would definitely get damp, the Turks would not understand this. They would definitely launch an attack as soon as the rain started, and at that time, the gunpowder stored in jars, leather bags, and horn cans would still be dry, as would the loaded bullets. As long as the rain was not too heavy, the muskets would not be completely ineffective in the first few minutes of the battle.

"Stop advancing!" Chen Er immediately updated his military strategy: "Defend and counterattack in place! Wait for the Turks to attack!" There is still an advantageous situation now, that is, the distance between the Turks and the autonomous army is only three hundred meters. This distance is still a bit difficult for tens of thousands of cavalry to accelerate, which means that the initial speed of the Turks' cavalry will not be particularly fast, and the musketeers will have a better chance of resisting.

"Check the gear!"

The soldiers of the Autonomous Army were starting to panic. They knew the battlefield situation had changed, and not just changed, but was likely turning against them: it was going to rain. While everyone knew flintlock muskets could still fire in the rain, the gunpowder would easily get wet, meaning they would have to be extremely careful when loading, and their posture would be different from usual. This would significantly reduce their firing rate, which was not a good thing. However, the soldiers of the Autonomous Army weren't so panicked as to be unsure how to fight. Under the command of their commander, they quickly made adjustments.

"Squadron!"

"Yes, sir!" "Five-line formation!" The company commanders quickly adjusted their formations, increasing the number of rows to improve the continuity of firing.

"Hmm, these lads are not bad." Seeing that the troops on the front line had already begun to change formation before he even gave the order, Chen Er nodded, indicating his approval of the troops in front of him.

“Indeed.” Xi Zhicai nodded, but he was still a little worried. After all, the rain would affect the flintlock muskets. As the strategist, he felt it was necessary to remind Chen Er. Moreover, raindrops had already begun to fall in the air: “My lord, it’s raining. Should we withdraw our troops?”

“Withdraw? Zhicai, look at the battlefield now. Even if we wanted to withdraw, there was no way to do so.” Chen Er pointed to the battlefield in front of him and said, “Look, if we withdraw, not to mention how far it is from the main camp, the speed at which we infantrymen retreat will definitely not be able to keep up with the speed of the cavalry’s pursuit. If we withdraw, we will inevitably leave behind a large number of rearguard troops, and these rearguard troops may not be able to return.”

Xi Zhicai was aware of this as well. He had only considered the impact of the rain on his own forces and hadn't taken into account the impact of the retreat. Hearing Chen Er's words, Xi Zhicai nodded and said to Chen Er, "Yes, the only way now is to defeat the enemy in front of us."

"Yes, this is the only way." Chen Er nodded and said to Chen Qun, "Pass on my order: prepare for battle. Tell the brothers to remember my words: never abandon, never give up!" "Yes!" "Never abandon! Never give up!"

"Never abandon! Never give up!"

Half a minute later, loud slogans rang out over the autonomous army. Murong Feng, of course, understood Chinese, but he didn't grasp the deeper meaning behind the words. He simply assumed that the Blood Slaughter Army knew the impact of the rain on them and felt despair. Soon, all the Turkic cavalry thought they had victory in their grasp. "Hmph, without those matchlock guns, you Han people are just a bunch of two-legged sheep!" "Attack!"

Whoosh! As the raindrops fell, Murong Hua drew his curved sword from his waist, pointed it diagonally forward, and gave the order to attack!

"Attack!"

Boom! A clap of thunder rang out, and a bolt of lightning ripped through the sky.

"kill!"

The enemy had already advanced two hundred meters, but the autonomous army still hadn't fired.

150 meters away, still no shot!

They've reached 120 meters, but still haven't fired.

What's wrong with them? I don't know.

The Turks were getting more and more excited. A light rain had started to fall, and all the Turks thought they had won. The Han people's muskets were useless! "Fire!" However, when they were still a hundred meters away from the Blood Slaughter Army's formation, a flash of fire appeared in the dim light ahead.

A burst of gunfire rang out, the sound of thousands of muskets firing simultaneously even drowning out the thunder, shattering Murong Feng's heart! What! They can still fire!

He must have been seeing things, or perhaps the joy of victory had made him dizzy. It must have all been an illusion. However, the next burst of gunfire shattered the Turks' illusions. The Han Chinese were still firing!