The short muskets were brought from the latest batch of supplies from the capital. Song Yingxing and a large number of craftsmen from the Ministry of Industry worked overtime to produce this batch of only 500 pieces in total. Li Chen left five with him.
Except for ten branches, all others were allocated to Wu Qingcang for deployment.
Wu Qingcang was also generous. After realizing the power of this thing, he waved his hand and took away three hundred sticks to Su Pingbei.
Su Pingbei's 10,000 people not only carry 300 short muskets, but also nearly 2,000 ordinary original muskets, as well as three Great Qin Divine Thunders per person.
As a result, including ammunition, almost half of the entire firearm inventory was consumed.
Although it consumes a lot of money, the results are amazing.
The first bullet fired by Su Pingbei hit Yelv Chengkong's chest. The bullet the size of a marble carried huge kinetic energy under the push of gunpowder. At such a short distance, its power was not that of Yelv Chengkong at all.
The armor on his body was so defensive that it not only tore the armor directly, but also opened a wound as big as a bowl on Yelu Chengkong's chest.
Blood and minced meat flew with the broken armor, black and red mixed with white, it was no longer clear what was what. Behind Yelv Chengkong, the bullet penetrated with huge energy, and a jet-like blast
Blood spattered on the ground, and Su Pingbei could even see Yelv Chengkong's back through the hole in his chest.
The shocking damage effect and unparalleled power shocked Su Pingbei, the instigator.
Yelu Chengkong also stood there with his eyes widened.
Everything happened so fast that Yelv Cheng's heart, which was beating violently to provide energy for his whole body one second before, exploded the next second, and his body and brain had not yet reacted.
He stared at Su Pingbei and the musket in his hand with wide eyes. At this moment, no one knew what Yelu Chengkong was thinking, and no one could understand how much his eyes contained.
mood.
He opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but after his heart was broken, the blood flowed backwards, and all that came out of Yelv Chengkong's mouth was frothy pink blood foam.
In the end, he only managed to utter two meaningless syllables from his throat.
Su Pingbei stepped forward, bent down and picked up a sword from the ground, with calm eyes, he cut off Yelu Chengkong's head with a backhand slash.
Holding Yelv Chengkong's head in his hand and watching Yelv Chengkong's headless body fall heavily to the ground, Su Pingbei showed no trace of pity or intolerance on his face.
This is the battlefield, there is no right or wrong, only life and death and victory or defeat.
Raising Yelv Chengkong's head high, Su Pingbei roared with all his strength: "Yeluchengkong is dead, and the Liao army won't capture him without mercy!"
This roar was like a tiger roaring in the forest, washing away the surrounding battlefield.
No matter how brave a soldier is, his morale will be shattered when he sees his general dying.
Seeing this, the Qin army shouted "Yeluchengkong is dead", and each one of them was like a chicken blood, and their combat effectiveness instantly soared. However, the Liao army had no intention of fighting anymore. Under one situation, a self-inflicted battle began.
A great rout of the Liao army that had never happened since the beginning of the war began.
I don’t know who started, one by one, two by three, one by one, the Liao troops dropped their weapons. They either ran wildly with their heads in their arms, or they knelt on the ground waiting for the Qin army to capture... The battlefield was still anxious just a second ago.
Chapter completed!