The strongest devouring system in the Three Kingdoms

The rain did not affect the Blood Slaughter Army's musket firing! Before they could even think about what was happening, the Turks had already crashed headfirst into the Autonomous Army's shield wall and the bayonets of the musketeers.

"Hmph, nothing but chickens and dogs!" Looking at the battle situation exactly as he had predicted, Chen Er said contemptuously to the air in front of him. From the moment the Turks launched their attack, Chen Er knew that he would at least not lose today's battle. If the Turks had waited a few more minutes until the rain intensified, the outcome of the battle might have been uncertain. However, the Turks launched their attack as soon as the rain began. Chen Er laughed, Xi Zhicai laughed, even Chen Qun laughed, and all the soldiers of the Autonomous Army laughed. They all knew that the Turks had lost!

Murong Feng's momentary lapse in judgment directly led to the Turks' defeat.

Some of the musketeers in the rear stopped firing and instead began thrusting their bayonets through the gaps in the shields of the swordsmen and shieldmen. They didn't care whether the blows were aimed at men or horses; as long as they weren't on their own side, that was enough.

"Send the cavalry out!" Chen Er, who was in command at the rear, ordered the messenger. The messenger immediately instructed the flag bearers behind him to raise the flag that signaled the cavalry to attack.

Upon seeing the command flag raised, Zhao Yun and Xiahou Dun simultaneously issued the order to attack! Their mission was very simple: to completely break through the Turkic cavalry!

Clatter, clatter... the sound of horses' hooves signaled the elite Youzhou cavalry to launch their attack.

Seeing the red-clad cavalry appear, Murong Feng's hatred was amplified infinitely. It was them! It was these cavalrymen who caused his elder brother to be seriously injured and die.

Murong Feng addressed the surrounding Turkic generals and tribal leaders, saying, "If we cannot defeat the Blood Slaughter Army today, we will have even less of a chance in the future." Looking at these people, Murong Feng continued, "I know many of you are only here for personal gain, but I tell you, surrender is impossible. Chen Er will not accept you."

"Yes, the Great Khan is right! We must fight the Blood Slaughter Army to the death!" a centurion roared. Some who knew the truth thought to themselves, "Lackeys!"

“What the Great Chanyu said makes some sense,” a tribal chief said to Murong Feng. “However, it’s not because Chen Er won’t accept us, but because we’ve blocked our own escape route!”

Everyone understood the meaning behind the tribal chief's words, but it was too late to say anything now. The tribal chief said, "Since we have no way out, we have no choice but to take a gamble!"

After saying that, he walked towards his group. Watching his departing figure, Murong Feng felt a chill in his heart. However, what the small tribe leader said was true. Although it was somewhat demoralizing, it also won over the hearts of the people. Even if Murong Feng was dissatisfied, he had to accept this favor.

"What do you all think?" Murong Feng surveyed the group of people around him. Seeing his sharp gaze, everyone was startled; they could all sense his killing intent. Murong Feng certainly wouldn't hesitate to make an example of someone at this moment. The people around him quickly nodded and said, "Let's fight!"

"Yes, let's fight!"

In fact, Murong Feng was unaware that the Autonomous Army was also facing danger. If Murong Feng truly understood firearms, Chen Er would have a 70% chance of losing this battle, and a crushing defeat at that. As long as Murong Feng could withstand the pressure from the main battlefield for five minutes, and as soon as the rain intensified, Chen Er would surely lose. However, things did not develop in this way. Murong Feng was frightened by the firearms firing in the rain. He was now panicked and had no choice but to take a gamble.

It can be said that if Chen Er had won this war, the credit would not have gone to the soldiers of the Autonomous Region, at least not primarily. The main reason for the victory was that Murong Feng made a foolish mistake. Not only did he make a foolish mistake, but he was also blinded by hatred. He forgot the advantages of cavalry. Originally thinking that the muskets would be ineffective in the rain, Murong Feng directly ordered 40,000 cavalry to launch an attack. Now these cavalrymen are completely mixed with the Blood Slaughter Army, and retreat is unlikely. Murong Feng can only use his last 20,000 men to fight a decisive battle against the Youzhou cavalry. If he can win, there is still hope. If they are defeated in the cavalry duel, then Murong Feng will have completely lost this war.

"Kill!" As expected, the two cavalrymen clashed. The Turks were skilled in mounted combat, while the Youzhou cavalry were well-equipped. The two sides engaged in a battle on the grassland that could be described as evenly matched.

"Army attack!"

Chen Er, positioned at the rear, was impatient to wait any longer. The rain was intensifying, further hindering their efforts. Their only hope was to quickly engage the main Turkic force while their muskets still held some effectiveness. Otherwise, all hope would be lost. Their only option was to completely entangle themselves with the Turkic army, rendering their command ineffective (Chen Er was unaware that Murong Feng had personally led his cavalry towards Zhao Yun). This would prevent the Turkic cavalry from utilizing their speed advantage. As for height? Well, the Turks' scimitars were no match for the autonomous army's musketeers wielding firearms—simply because of their insufficient length! Of course, this wasn't entirely absolute; the Turkic cavalry still possessed considerable counter-attacking capabilities.

"kill!"

Old Niu thrust his rifle at a Turkic cavalryman, hitting him squarely. The cavalryman fell from his horse before he could even scream. This was the fifth cavalryman Old Niu had killed that day. A musketeer behind him shouted, "Good job, Old Niu!" Old Niu grinned and roared without turning his head, "Kid, you'll see how I kill the enemy."

Suddenly, a Turkic cavalryman charged from the slant. Old Niu didn't react in time, and the Turk's scimitar slashed down from his back. However, Old Niu didn't feel the blade pierce his flesh. What happened? Hearing the screams behind him, Old Niu realized that the young man had just blocked the blow for him. Enraged, Old Niu whirled around and slammed his bayonet into the Turkic cavalryman's waist. Having no other choice, he used the infantryman's bayonet like a cleaver, slamming it into the cavalryman's body. The Turkic cavalryman, wearing only leather armor, couldn't withstand such an attack. His lower back was covered in wounds, and he swayed on his horse before collapsing with a thud.

Old Niu lunged forward, plunged his bayonet into the cavalryman's head, then dropped his rifle and rushed to the young man's side: "Little Liu, why were you so stupid? What's a little injury to me, Old Niu, with my thick skin and tough flesh!"