The ninth son of the emperor was demoted at the beginning. I have a famous Chinese general.

Chapter 387 This is not a war, this is a massacre

"what......"

Screams, cries, and roars resounded throughout the world. The scene was extremely miserable, like Asura Hell.

The destructive power of the artillery shell explosion is terrifying.

In just a few moments, the Persian camp was devastated.

Countless bodies of soldiers were scattered everywhere, and blood was flowing everywhere.

Even a shell hit Hasri, exploded beside him, and knocked him to the ground.

“This…this…”

Hasri was lying on the ground, covered in blood, his face filled with horror.

The power of the Daqian artillery was beyond his imagination and completely beyond his expectations. It was like a nightmare.

"Asshole, the Daqian army is cheating."

At this moment, Hasli understood that he was no match for Daqian and would definitely lose this battle.

"Retreat, retreat quickly, conserve your strength!"

He quickly gave the order.

Now he only hoped that the army could escape and survive.

"Kill!"

However, as soon as he finished speaking, countless shouts were heard.

More than 100,000 Daqian soldiers rushed in like a tide and rushed into the camp almost instantly.

"Ah, help!"

"No!"

"Boom!"

The Daqian soldiers were like wolves among a flock of sheep, slaughtering the Persian soldiers crazily and with great brutality.

In a short time, the camp turned into hell.

Blood was flowing everywhere, broken limbs and body parts were scattered all over the ground, and the smell of blood was suffocating.

"Run!"

"Help!"

Inside the camp, the Persian soldiers were terrified by the killing and fled in panic.

But how could they escape?

Huo Qubing, who had been preparing on the periphery, immediately surrounded them with his cavalry and chased them frantically.

Soon the deserters were forced back.

The Arab soldiers had no choice but to kneel down and surrender.

Hasli witnessed all this with his own eyes.

"How could this happen? I actually lost!"

Looking at the large number of fallen comrades, Hasli muttered to himself.

In the end, he could no longer bear it and spat out a mouthful of blood.

Hasli vowed to conquer Persia this time.

But who would have thought that this would be the result.

"General, are you okay?"

The deputy general hurried forward and asked.

"I...I'm fine!"

Hasli said weakly, then stood up.

"All of you should surrender, saving your lives is the most important thing!"

He spoke to the remaining Arab soldiers around him.

"General, I will help you fight your way out!" the deputy general advised.

"Haha, fight our way out? How do we fight our way out?" Hasli laughed bitterly.

He looked at the densely packed and battle-ready Daqian cavalry on the opposite side, and despair rose in his heart.

At this moment, thinking of breaking through is simply a dream.

"Ugh!"

Taking a deep breath, Hasri slowly closed his eyes. When he opened them again, a determined light flashed in his eyes.

The next second, Harris suddenly drew his sword and committed suicide.

"General!"

Seeing this scene, the deputy general and the surrounding Arab soldiers were all shocked.

Apparently, no one expected that Harris would rather die than surrender and commit suicide.

But it was too late, General Hasri was already dead.

"Pass the order down, everyone lay down your weapons and surrender!"

The shock lasted only a moment, and the deputy general immediately calmed down and quickly gave orders.

Although they were unwilling, the situation was such that they had no choice but to surrender.

After more than ten minutes, the Persian camp returned to peace.

Of the 300,000 Persian troops, more than 100,000 were killed or wounded, and the rest all surrendered.

"It's over, it's over."

On the city wall, Philip III sat down on the ground as he watched the Persian army being completely annihilated. He seemed to have aged a lot.

He didn't expect the Persian army to be so vulnerable, and he didn't expect the Daqian artillery to be so fierce, which was simply beyond human power to contend with.

Now that the reinforcements are gone, Daqian will definitely attack the capital next.

He couldn't imagine how long his capital could hold out.

"Your Majesty, don't worry. We still have 500,000 troops in the city. Daqian will definitely not be able to capture it in a short time."

"Your Majesty, please return to the palace first. We can think of another solution."

The Prime Minister stepped forward and said.

"Alas, this is the only way now!"

Philip III sighed and slowly walked towards the palace.

........

Meanwhile, Karachi.

Jadeja continued his offensive towards Karachi day and night.

But I encountered many setbacks.

The defenders' tenacious resistance gave him a headache.

However, after so many days of fierce attacks, the defenders were not having an easy time either, with many casualties.

And under the continuous attacks of the catapults, part of the front wall of Karachi has collapsed, revealing a gap hundreds of meters wide, which gave Jadya hope.

He immediately decided to lead the main force to attack through the gap tonight and must capture Karachi.

That night, outside Karachi.

Countless Arab soldiers charged towards the gap with shields in hand, ignoring the dense rain of arrows falling from the sky.

"Are you all ready?"

At this time, at the gap in the city, Ning Quan looked at the more than 3,000 soldiers who were already ready.

This was a flintlock unit, and each man was equipped with the latest breech-loading flintlock rifle.

This type of recoil-firing flintlock rifle is the latest product developed by Daqian. Combined with new ammunition, it has a range of 300 meters and can easily penetrate traditional armor.

The firing rate can reach twelve rounds per minute, which can ensure the continuity of firepower.

After part of the city wall collapsed today, Ning Quan did not order the craftsmen to repair it. He was ready to give the enemy a severe blow and let them know what despair was.

The defense line composed of 3,000 flintlock rifles will definitely become the enemy's nightmare.

To ensure that everything went smoothly, Ning Quan also took out his heavy machine guns, armored vehicles, and twenty assault rifles, and placed them near the gap, ready to provide support at any time.

The soldiers also deployed more than 30 mortars behind the defense line.

To put it bluntly, this is not a line of defense, this is hell.

"Your Majesty, everything is ready."

Hearing His Majesty's question, the three thousand soldiers shouted in unison.

"Well, very good, then let the enemy have a taste of our power."

Ning Quan nodded with satisfaction.

"kill!"

At this time, accompanied by shouts and cries, Persian soldiers swarmed in from the gap.

"shooting."

Seeing this, Ning Quan shouted loudly, and immediately three thousand soldiers pulled the trigger at the same time.

"Da da da....."

Dense bullets cut through the air and attacked the Persian soldiers like a swarm of locusts.

In an instant, screams broke out everywhere.

Just like harvesting wheat, a large number of Persian soldiers fell to the ground, wailing.

With just one round of gunfire, almost none of the Arab soldiers who rushed into the gap survived.

This scene made the Arab soldiers behind them

Liver and gallbladder split.

They really couldn't imagine what kind of weapon this was that was so terrifying.

How can we fight this war? We are just going to die.

Some Arab soldiers were so frightened that they even threw away their armor and weapons and tried to retreat.

But this was impossible, because more soldiers were coming from the rear, and there were so many that the place was crowded.

It was impossible to retreat. They could only be swept forward.