C6 Solving the Risks of Border Pass
C6 Solving the Risks of Border Pass
Although all other weapons production had been halted, the craftsmen were more nervous than usual. Every nail, every hammer, every axe, every chisel had been meticulously crafted to the extreme, afraid that even the slightest mistake would delay the time limit by three days.
This was an imperial edict, and he might even lose his head in the process. It was impossible for him not to fear the other party.
From time to time, Ruan Ji would travel back and forth between the factions, answering and guiding the craftsmen's questions on technology. At the same time, he would also take on the heavy responsibility of supervising the progress of coordination between the factions.
After spending an entire day and night, Ruan Ji finally had a complete understanding of Pulley Type Steel Crossbow's design and manufacturing techniques. At this moment, he was extremely excited in his heart about mastering the design principles of such an exquisite and powerful weapon.
Ye Tian sat in the president's mansion. Every two hours, Ruan Ji would send someone to deliver a simple report on the progress of the crossbow production, and at the same time, send in some parts of the finished product.
Ye Tian's opinion returned to Ruan Ji as quickly as possible, who again gave detailed guidance and supervision to the workshops and craftsmen who needed correction and improvement.
In the blink of an eye, three days had passed.
The imperial drill grounds was located ten miles west of the imperial capital on Fallen Yin Mountain. At this moment, on a grassy slope at the foot of the Falling Yin Mountain, flags were flying and war drums were ringing. The soldiers of the first battalion of the Imperial Guard were riding in a formation, awaiting their arrival.
The emperor wore armor and stood on his horse to observe.
Minister Qin Ruhua and Military Affairs Minister Lin Chengzhou stood separately on both sides of each other. Both of them had a neither surprised nor happy expression on their faces, but anyone could tell that the crafty old fox from the two empires was obviously ridiculing and making fun of them.
A square formation with neat and orderly steps gradually arrived at the center of the drill grounds. It was the third battalion of the Imperial Guards.
The third battalion of the Imperial Guard was originally a crossbow battalion. At this moment, each person was carrying a shiny silver piece of equipment. At first glance, the equipment looked rather complicated, but after careful observation, one could see some signs of a crossbow.
At this moment, at the command of the commander, everyone turned to look into the distance.
Dozens of carriages slowly approached. When they were a few hundred meters away from the group, they stopped. Behind each carriage was a huge wooden board, and on the board stood teams of lifelike wooden soldiers. The horses themselves were covered with thick armor.
Everyone was stunned. This was the target.
The signalman in the distance raised the flag, 500 meters.
The emperor's gaze froze. Five hundred meters was the standard range for Oca Longbow.
Under the command of the commander, the soldiers of the 3rd Battalion of the Imperial Guard raised their crossbows in unison. Following Ruan Ji's instructions, the arrow in one hand rotated the pulley on the outside of the crossbow three times, and then slightly raised the arrow to reach the height indicated by the scale.
The commander's flag was in his hands, and with a huge "Weng" sound, over a thousand Crossbow Arrow flew to the front.
Silence.
A few hundred meters away, a soft sound of "tat tat tat" could be heard.
There was another silence.
The signalman sent out the signal signal, and it all hit.
After a moment of silence, the crowd burst into an uproar.
The Emperor, mounted on his horse, could not help but burst out laughing.
Before anyone could react, the horse carriages in the distance had already been replaced, all of the carriages that were covered with Crossbow Arrow left the stage, and the other carriages slowly walked to the center of the stage. However, this time, it was clearly a little further away.
The signalman signaled with the flag, six hundred meters.
The emperor's smile disappeared as the six hundred meters had already surpassed the range of the Oca Longbow.
At the command of the commander, the officers of the 3rd Battalion of the Imperial Guard skillfully loaded their arrows, pulled their pulleys, and slightly raised their arrows.
With a weng sound, ten thousand arrows were released simultaneously.
After a moment of silence, the signalling soldier raised the flag and struck again.
The crowd burst into an uproar once again.
This time, the Emperor didn't laugh, but his slightly trembling eyebrows clearly revealed an indescribable excitement within his heart.
The emperor muttered to himself, "This crossbow can really suppress Oca Longbow s. The warriors of Beilao Pass can be saved, and we no longer need to let the best sons of the empire continuously fill in the Beilao Pass as a living target."
The horse carriage was removed for the third time. The signalman then signaled with his flag: 700 meters.
Everyone stretched their necks once again.
However, the result of this volley was disappointing.
The signalling soldier brought the flag signal, which hit only half the target.
Even so, the Pulley Type Steel Crossbow could still completely defeat the Oca Longbow.
While the crowd was immersed in great joy, two of them still maintained a calm expression. However, there was something strange in their eyes.
Minister Qin Ruhua's heart was filled with doubts and confusion. But Military Affairs Minister Lin Chengzhou's eyes were filled with shock and horror.
During this test, Ye Tian's position was firmly set in the palace with surging undercurrents.
Outside the Beilao Pass.
In the morning, the commander of Oca Seventh Legion, Snowling, ordered another attack of the Beilao Pass after the army had gone through the routine combat preparation checks.
Snowling understood the wishes of Peter the Great. Although Oca Empire was the largest territory in the whole of East Continent, almost all of the territories were north of the northern latitude line. The imperial family and the common people who were always plaguing the Oca Empire were suffering from cold, snow, and ice. Moreover, the empire had an even more fatal weakness. The Oca Clan was a nomadic people, and there were practically no good farmland to cultivate in the country. Every time there was a blizzard, they would have to reap thousands of cows and sheep.
In the south.
There was a large area of fertile land in the south with advanced farming techniques. Four months of food production would be enough to satisfy the annual rations of the entire nation of Oca Empire.
Therefore, only by conquering the south, would they be able to free themselves from the shackles hanging on the People of Oca's throat, and allow the People of Oca to truly live on happily.
The war drums sounded, and the soldiers and horses began to move like the tide.
Within the Beilao Pass, when the sentry in charge of warning saw the black line on the horizon, he lit up the smoke of the wolf at the fastest speed possible.
The People of Oca attacked.
The commander in charge of the Beilao Pass was called Fu Yutang, and after receiving the warning, he immediately transferred a battalion of archers to the city walls to guard.
Fu Yutang had over five years of experience fighting against Russian troops. In terms of battlefield and sports battles, even People of Oca would not be able to win against him. However, it was that large and curved Oca Longbow that had caused him to suffer.
People of Oca was very smart now, he didn't even want to have a direct confrontation with Fu Yutang's army, instead, he only released arrows from afar every time. Fu Yutang never had the chance to fight face to face with Fu Yutang, and if the troops couldn't leave the city gate, there would always be non-battle losses.
This time, the Military Court Equipment Department sent over a bunch of seemingly complicated crossbows. The instructor who accompanied the Royal Labor Union said that the range of this crossbow was much longer than that of the Oca Longbow. However, Fu Yutang couldn't muster up any confidence while holding the heavy crossbow that was shining with a metallic luster.
The Military Court Equipment Department was merely trying to coax the Emperor, so that he could give more money to these officials who were used to sitting in soft chairs.
Fu Yutang snorted, then threw the Pulley Type Steel Crossbow to the side.
The first bow battalion had already reached its designated position.
The black line in the distance had already turned into a curtain of darkness that covered the sky and came rolling over.
When they were about four hundred meters away from the Beilao Pass wall, the Spearhead stopped.
Snowling gave the order for the archer battalion to advance forward and carry out the first round of shooting.
Looking from the walls of Beilao Pass, a ball of black fog suddenly rose from the horizon.
Fu Yutang shouted, "Shield up!"
Whether it was the archers on the city wall, the infantry and cavalry below the wall, or even the city's logistics soldiers and ordinary citizens, all of them picked up a huge shield and held it up in their hands.
This was Fu Yutang's foolish plan to deal with the Oca Longbow to reduce the number of casualties.
The rain of arrows rained down.
Even with the shield blocking, the gaps between the shields could not be completely sealed. A few long arrows pierced through the gaps, but they still struck the soldiers.
Fu Yutang tried his best, but every time he attacked, he could not avoid a small number of casualties.
Standing under the shield raised up by the guards, Fu Yutang had no place to vent his frustration. After so many years of fighting, he had never been as useless as he was today.
After three rounds of rain of arrows, the bow and arrows of the Oca Army began to rotate.
This is a precious time to strike back.
Fu Yutang walked out from under his shield, held up a big bow and shouted towards the 1st Archer Battalion on the city wall: "Two people in a team, four hundred meters, shoot for me."
Finished speaking, Fu Yutang forced his right arm into the bow, nocked the arrow and pulled the bowstring until it was almost out of shape.
The archers next to him had two people in a group, drawing a bow with all their might.
With a "tut," the long arrow left the bowstring.
However, in the originally small archer battalion, the number of arrows was even rarer when two people pulled a bow together.
The few arrows, after flying at a high speed for more than three hundred meters, finally slowly landed in front of the feet of the Oca frontline troops.
Snowling smiled and shrugged. He spoke elegantly, "Respected General Fu, are you trying to scare me?" As he said that, Snowling spurred his horse to the front of an arrow. He reached out to pull out the arrow that was stuck in the ground, and then raised his head. Facing the wall of Beilao Pass, he pointed the arrow at his chest and made a gesture of falling to the ground.
The general's humor made the Oca soldier beside him burst out in laughter.
Fu Yutang saw it clearly, but other than going into a rage, there was nothing he could do.
This was a serious insult to him.
The rotation of the Oca archers had basically been completed. The second batch of archers nocked their bows and started their attacks. Snowling was extremely pleased as he sat on his horse. He could not help but start singing the Oca military song.
Within the Beilao Pass, there were still people each holding a shield, and there were still soldiers falling.
Fu Yutang gritted his teeth. His heart was filled with anger, but he could only accept the fact that the other party was shooting at him and he could not threaten him at all.
As the general of an army, this moment was shameful.
Just at this moment, a "whoosh" sound came from behind Fu Yutang.
An arrow shot out quickly.
What kind of disobedient soldier was this? He actually dared to fight back when the other party was shooting? It didn't matter if he was dead or alive, as ignoring military discipline would kill nine generations.
However, before Fu Yutang could turn his head, he saw that after flying for 300 meters, the arrow was still flying at high speed.
The mournful sound of a dying war horse resounded through the air.
Snowling fell to the ground. When his men were helping him up, he saw a new arrow that he had never seen before stuck in the head of his beloved ride.
The main general fell to the ground, and the previous army was thrown into chaos.
Fu Yutang opened his eyes wide, and looked straight at the Oca Seventh Legion which retreated like tides. After a long while, he slowly turned his head back and looked at the person who had shot this earth-shattering arrow.
Very quickly, Fu Yutang's eyes locked onto that person. He vaguely remembered that that person was the coach sent by Royal Labor Union, whose name was Qu Shu.