Reincarnation in the Three Kingdoms Era with a System

The Kushan general, Hurutu, ordered a charge. Facing fewer than ten thousand infantry, victory seemed assured!

Even with high ground like the well ramparts, they couldn't provide effective suppression. A single cavalry charge would destroy everything!

Thump, thump, thump!

The cavalry began their charge. The ground trembled as tens of thousands of horses galloped simultaneously, creating a real earthquake. The sheer force of the impact alone could shatter anyone's confidence.

They became cowards, facing such a charge alone—a futile attempt to stop a chariot!

Hua Rong, seeing this, immediately ordered, "Change formation!"

The messenger waved a flag from the high ground, and the squad leaders relayed the message to their squad leaders.

The infantry began to turn and flank, allowing the archers at the rear to push wheeled crossbows forward.

Once secured, one man aimed, and three loaded the bolts.

A rotating mechanism was needed; these crossbow bolts weren't like spear bolts, but rather bolts indistinguishable from ordinary crossbow bolts.

Dozens of crossbow carts were pushed out, facing countless cavalry.

Crossbow bolts alone weren't enough… catapults were prepared behind them, and archers stood by.

The sharpshooters on the well curbs had already prepared fire arrows.

"Kill!"

"Kill them all!"

Thump, thump, thump!

Two muscular men began to forcefully turn the rotating mechanism, powering the crossbow carts.

A large number of bolts began to pour out; attacks launched from the crossbow carts could reach a kilometer.

Each crossbow cart could store one hundred bolts, which could be fired within one minute.

Then, the soldiers responsible for loading the bolts skillfully opened the hatch, pulled out the magazines, and then loaded new magazines.

Turning to the rear, they began loading ten bolts into empty crossbow magazines!

After the first volley, almost none of the warhorses in front could still charge.

Meanwhile, the catapults behind them began launching bundles of wrapped hay.

These hay bales, even if they hit you, would cause you to cough up blood.

The hay bales scattered across the battlefield… but the Kushan cavalry easily dodged the waist-high hay bales, or simply leaped over them; it was no problem at all.

Their speed only paused slightly; before they could even charge forward, that chilling thud began again!

For a moment, the neighing of warhorses and the screams of riders falling from their horses were drowned out by the sound of horns.

After ten volleys, not a single cavalryman in the front had reached them!

The battlefield was littered with the corpses of countless warhorses and soldiers. Crows began circling overhead, scavengers preparing for a feast.

Hulutu stared in disbelief as over 20,000 cavalrymen fell.

He saw the metallic storm of crossbow bolts completely sealing off the main battlefront.

This forced the cavalry to charge relentlessly; even if they could deflect the bolts, their horses would be doomed.

After falling from their horses, cavalrymen were either rammed into the ground or trampled into a bloody pulp before they could even get up!

This was horrific. He had led troops in battle for decades.

He had never witnessed anything like it before!

This was the power of technology, the benefit and advantage of technological superiority!

Fewer deaths, more supplies—a brighter future for everyone!

"The repeating crossbows developed by the Imperial Concubine are indeed remarkably powerful.

I will write to His Majesty after the battle to report this matter."

Pang Tong, watching the near-massacre through his binoculars, couldn't help but sigh inwardly.

The reason for reporting these battlefield events was twofold: firstly, to reflect reality, and secondly, to highlight Huang Yueying's contributions.

After all, Huang Yueying was from Jingzhou and had a reputation for virtue.

The Imperial Concubine could help with some trivial matters.

A good relationship always leads to preferential treatment.

Wu Yong was also incredibly astonished; knowing was one thing, seeing it with his own eyes was quite another.

"These crossbows are truly masterpieces!"

But this wasn't the end. Zhao Yun ordered the battle line to advance.

The crossbows were to provide cover as they advanced, in order to get closer to the Kushan Empire's army and launch another attack.

This time, the catapults hurled haystacks at the rear of the Kushan army, simultaneously launching burning haystacks.

The archers on the siege towers also lit their arrows and aimed at the haystacks.

An arrow was fired, setting the haystack ablaze.

Dozens of haystacks ignited simultaneously, immediately throwing the Kushan army into chaos.

At this moment, the ballistae once again unleashed their power, felling enemy soldiers who were trying to avoid the flames, continuously reaping heads and lives!

New technology, new tactics.

Even when Hurutu ordered a suicide charge, they couldn't break through.

The ballistae were forced to withdraw due to empty magazines, and then heavy infantry, armed with longswords, took the lead. These human tanks were completely impervious to weapons; their steel armor could withstand any attack.

They only needed to wield their longswords and hack the enemies in front of them to death, one, two, killing more than ten before stopping to catch their breath.

Hulutu sadly discovered that even at the cost of over 30,000 cavalry, they had only managed to get a chance for close combat.

His army was completely suppressed, with a casualty ratio of ten to one—ten soldiers for every one enemy killed.

The new tactical coordination, coupled with a fierce general leading the charge, was a tremendous boost to morale!

"Marshal, retreat! It will be too late if we don't retreat now!"

His generals all urged Hulutu to leave; the battle had reached a point where victory was impossible.

It was time to run away; the army's casualties were too great, and morale was now completely broken!

If they continued fighting, he might collapse!

"Haha!"

Hulutu suddenly laughed loudly, leaving the surrounding generals somewhat bewildered.

"Marshal, are you laughing at me?" "I'm not laughing at others, I'm laughing at myself.

I never imagined that after a lifetime of hunting eagles, in my old age, I'd be blinded by one.

Heh heh heh, even if I go back, the kingdom's army will be wiped out here, and I won't escape death either.

You all go, I won't go. I'll lead my guards in a counterattack! Go!

Go back and tell the king that the Qin army is not to be trifled with!"

Hulutu was resigned to death, knowing that going back meant certain death.

One hundred thousand soldiers lost—who could bear the responsibility?