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51 两 Crossing Two Worlds, I Changed the Tang Dynasty DadaHistorical900k Wordsongoing 9.6kReads7.5Score862Shelves

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52 穿 Traveling Through the Early Tang Dynasty, I Have No Intention of Rebelling Zhe YuanHistorical790k Wordscompleted 142Reads5.8Score—Shelves

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High-energy chapter pre-reading—Chapter 30 The Cavalry Elegy June 30, the sixth year of Zhenguan, at the end of the month Deep in the valley, the dull sound of horse hooves approached like rolling thunder. One after another, large yak tents rise from behind the ridge, making a hunting sound in the wind. This is the reinforcements from other party tribes in Maiji Mountain - the cavalry from the Yeli Department, the Fine Feng Department, and the Feiting Department have joined the battlefield one after another. They are dressed in different attires, some wearing wolf skins, others wearing bronze masks, but each team carries the same bloodthirsty fanaticism. Tuoba Muchi was riding on the white yak, and the colorful silk tied to its horns had been stained red with blood. He raised his scimitar high and said in a hoarse but seductive voice: "Dangxiang warriors! The Han people's firearms can only roar once, like thunder in winter. After the sound, there will be no more movement! Their stone bullets are finished, and now it is our scimitar's turn to drink blood!" His bodyguard blew the horn, and the deep voice echoed in the valley. The six thousand cavalry re-arranged, still with three hundred armored yaks as the vanguard, but this time, they no longer charged in a swarm, but divided into three echelons, like waves, pressing towards the Fenghe Army's position one after another. Liu Rengui narrowed his eyes, spat out the chewed grass stalks in his mouth, and sneered: "You are a slow learner." On the artillery regiment's position, the young artillerymen had lost their nervousness from the first battle. Silently and quickly, they cleaned the barrels and loaded new powder packets, their movements as neat as machinery. The rangefinder's voice was steady and clear: "Eight hundred meters!" "Seven hundred meters!" "Six hundred meters!" Wang Tiejun stood on the command podium, the red flag in his hand motionless. "Five hundred meters!" "Four hundred meters!" Finally, when the vanguard of the Dangxiang cavalry stepped into the three hundred meter line, Wang Tiejun's command flag suddenly waved down - "Let it go!" "Boom boom boom -!!!" Thirty artillery roared at the same time, the flames ejected from the muzzles joined together, and the hot smoke instantly formed a three-foot-high fog wall, completely blocking the view ahead. The mountain wind howled and quickly blew away the smoke, but the echo of the cannon fire still stirred in the mountains, startling countless birds, and the black flocks of birds circled in the sky, and then fled in panic to farther mountains. The power of this round of salvo is even more terrifying. The solid iron balls roared and smashed into the group of charging cavalry. Some directly penetrated the yak's chest, tearing huge holes in the flesh; some hit the ground and bounced high, sweeping across like death's scythes, cutting several cavalry in half. More than half of the three hundred yak heavy riders in the front row fell to the ground under the gunfire, and their blood stained the entire river valley red. But this time the party members learned their lesson, and the formation was spread out widely, and the losses were much smaller than the first time. What's even more troublesome is that while the gunners are busy loading, the second echelon has already rushed to a distance of 500 meters. The cavalry behind them were like crazy, bypassing their fallen companions and dying oxen, and continued to charge forward. Their eyes burned with a fanatical fighting spirit, as if they were driven by some primitive killing instinct, regardless of casualties. "Change the shotgun!" Wang Tiejun ordered decisively. "Second echelon, four hundred meters!" "Three hundred meters! - Let's go!" Shells poured out like a torrential rain, and the yak in the front row was suddenly covered with flesh and blood. But the third echelon took advantage of this gap and rushed within 200 meters! "Musketeers, prepare!" Wang Tieniu raised his sword high. The first row of soldiers knelt on one knee, their flintlocks firmly placed on their stands. "One hundred and fifty meters!" The soldiers in the second row stood and raised their guns, the butts of the guns on their shoulders. "One hundred meters! - Fire!" "Bang bang bang -" The continuous gunfire was like exploding beans, and the wall of death composed of lead bullets instantly engulfed the charging cavalry. The dozens of yaks charging at the front fell to the ground, but the cavalry behind them were still charging! "Second row!" "Bang bang bang——" Another volley fired, and the party cavalry fell like wheat. But there are still hundreds of cavalry who have broken through the fire net and are about to rush into the position! "Grenade!" Black Crow Crow's grenade rolled and was thrown into the enemy's formation. The continuous explosions could no longer be separated into nodes. They were connected with each other. In front of the wall of fire and the smoke dissipated on the battlefield, there was no enemy standing within 50 meters of the People's Army formation. The young people in the observation group on the high platform by the river were so frightened by the cruel battlefield that they did not dare to open their eyes. When the gunpowder smoke wafted over with the smell of blood, several girls couldn't help but vomit. Only Xiao Donglei remained unmoved because she had seen a more tragic scene than this. Six years ago, the caravan was attacked by bandits on the Shangluo official road. Even though she was only three years old at the time, that encounter was deeply imprinted in her mind. He always remembered what his father said: "Dad came here to prevent more children from fleeing and facing death." At the end of June 30th, the sixth year of Zhenguan, at the pass of the upper reaches of the Yongning River, a cavalry force of about 500 people suddenly rushed out. The attire of this team was in disarray: there were white-haired old men wearing faded leather armor, there were underage teenagers wearing ill-fitting sheepskin jackets, and there were even a few women-looking riders with babies tied behind their backs with strips of cloth. Their weapons are even more diverse - rusty hatchets, wooden sticks tied with stones, and even sharpened bamboo poles. The leader was a sixteen or seventeen-year-old party girl. She was riding a shiny black horse, carrying a linen war flag on a bamboo pole that was blown by the river wind. The three Chinese characters for "Tuo Bazhen" were crookedly written on the flag. The girl's attire is quite peculiar: she wears a Han jade pendant on her left ear, and a wolf fang ornament on her right ear; she wears a modified Tang Army Mingguang armor, but around her waist is a Party member's bone bell belt. "It's the third princess of the Tuoba tribe!" Wu Meiniang quickly flipped through the march log, "Information shows that this is their last reserve team, composed of the old, weak, women and children in the camp." This surprise soldier obviously discovered the observation group on the high slope. Tuoba Zhen put the bone flute between his lips and blew a sharp whistle. The five hundred cavalrymen immediately turned around and rushed towards the high ground along the river! The frontline artillery regiment was fully suppressing the frontal battlefield at this time, and there was no time to turn the muzzle. Although the five hundred light cavalry on the right wing had arrived from the flank for reinforcements, they were still three hundred steps away from the high ground. "The Chinese army will return with heavy cavalry for reinforcements!" Liu Rengui was about to give the order when Tuoba Muchi, who was in front of the formation, seized the opportunity and led the remaining three thousand troops to charge again. The commander of the Fenghe Army had no choice but to grit his teeth and change his order: "The two wings of infantry are divided into separate forces for rescue! Yuniang's musketeers can withstand the first wave!" Shenshi Highland Defense Battle Liu Yuniang and hundreds of Guards musketeers had just set up a combat formation on the high ground, and the bone arrows of the Party members had already fallen sparsely in front of the formation. These arrows are crudely made, and some are even ground from animal bones, but they are still deadly at close range. "Raise the gun!" The seventeen-year-old female commander's voice was clear. Today she deliberately braided her long hair and tied it behind her head so as not to affect her shooting aim. These student soldiers are all veterans who have experienced the bloody battle of Laolong Bay. Although the average age is less than twenty years old, they are more skilled in reloading than many regular soldiers. "Aim - fire!" Thirty flintlock guns in the first row spurted out tongues of flame at the same time. The party cavalry who rushed at the front suddenly fell on their backs. An old man with white hair was shot in the chest, but he still grabbed the horse's mane and rushed for more than ten steps before falling down; another young man was shot through the shoulder by a lead bullet, and half of his body was stained with blood, but he still rushed forward screaming. The second and third rows took turns shooting. After three rounds of volleys, fifty or sixty of the enemy cavalry were down. But it was too late to reload, and the remaining cavalry had already rushed within thirty steps! Bone arrows whizzed through the air, and a dozen Guards soldiers fell to the ground after being hit by arrows. "Grenade!" Liu Yuniang pulled open the red silk scarf at her collar - this was her fighting habit. "Fire bayonets!" Dozens of "Thor-Type 1" grenades fell into the enemy group in an arc. The blast of air directly overturned the seven or eight riders who were rushing forward. The thick smoke has not yet dissipated, and the shining bayonets have formed a jungle of death and rushed into the smoke. How have these young gangsters ever seen such a style of play? A boy with freckles on his face was stunned by the explosion and stared blankly at his bloody thigh; another rider dressed as a woman had just untied the baby and wanted to beg for mercy, but the bone knife in his hand was knocked away by the bayonet. When a supporting group of soldiers finally arrived, the remaining party cavalry dismounted and knelt down to surrender. Private Zhao Ergou narrowed his left eye, and the sight of his flintlock gun was firmly fixed on the girl who was steering the horse in a spin a hundred steps away. He recognized that this was Princess Tuoba Zhen. The muzzle of the gun was slightly adjusted as the target moved, and the index finger was already on the trigger. At this time, he hesitated and lowered the muzzle of the gun by half an inch - "Bang!" A ball of blood burst out from Wu Zima's head, whining and falling to the ground, throwing the girl on his back more than a foot away. Zhao Ergou rushed forward with a lunge, his bayonet pressed against Tuoba Zhen's white throat. The girl's forehead was scratched, and blood flowed down her cheek to her chin, dripping on the cold bayonet. "Surrender... Surrender..." Tuoba Zhen said in Chinese with difficulty, but his right hand quietly touched the bone knife in his boot. Zhao Ergou flicked his wrist, and the bayonet cut a bloody mark on her neck: "Try moving again?" The scared girl froze immediately. Shen Shi·Frontal Decisive Battle When the last round of shotgun roared into the enemy formation, the entire Yak Valley had turned into a Shura field. Corpses piled up like mountains, and blood formed a stream and flowed into the Yongning River, dyeing the water dark red. Tuoba Muchi's white yak was lying on its knees in a pool of blood, foaming at the mouth and dying. The Mingguang armor on the chest of the Dangxiang chief was riddled with bullets, and blood was gurgling from every hole. He stood up with difficulty holding his scimitar, the jewel-encrusted hilt soaked in blood. "Party... Warrior..." He spat out a mouthful of blood every time he said a word, "Sudden... Assault..." He staggered forward three steps. The first step crushed the remains of the pocket watch on the ground, the second step broke his own horn crown, and the third step... This once all-powerful hero finally fell to the ground like a mountain collapsing. He kept his eyes wide open until his death, looking towards the high ground - where his last relatives were. The valley suddenly fell into an eerie silence. The surviving party members stared blankly at the corpse of their commander, and the scimitars in their hands fell to the ground one after another. I don't know who cried first, and then the morale of the entire army collapsed like an avalanche... Liu Rengui wiped the blood spattered on his face and pointed his sword at the sky: "All troops! Advance!" The battle flag of the Fenghe Army fluttered in the wind under the setting sun, and the metal barrel reflected the blood-colored light. On this day, an old era ended in gunfire, and a new legend has just begun to be written.

53 大 Tang Dynasty: the Weishui Alliance Captures Jie Li Alive at the Beginning Yu CongmoHistorical1.2M Wordscompleted 10.6kReads7.2Score818Shelves

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Too many. I have read a lot of novels like this. I will have more on my bookshelf.

68 盛 The Mist and Rain of the Prosperous Tang Dynasty Came to Life by Mistake DesperateHistorical1.1M Wordsongoing 3kReads5.8Score327Shelves

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The book Huang Amway's "Drunken Life in the Tang Dynasty" has a sense of ancient style, the plot is carefully laid out, and the characters are not clichéd. If you like the background of the Tang Dynasty, you can read it.

69 大 The Greatest Scourge of the Tang Dynasty The Song Is Not FinishedHistorical2.3M Wordscompleted 55.6kReads8.4Score5.2kShelves

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I'll try to recommend the books I wrote. If you think it's okay, the story starts with a strong conflict. It starts with counterattacks, frequent slaps in the face, no system, technical flow, money strings, and high blood pressure. [Send heart][Send heart]

70 大 The Name of the Little Princess of the Tang Dynasty Is Called Xieji Child Playing in MudHistorical3.4M Wordsongoing 38.7kReads9.1Score2.8kShelves

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Daily life of raising a baby in the Tang Dynasty

71 大 Datang Super Dimension: Princess Jinyang Is My Favorite Thick Ink and Light PenHistorical1.1M Wordscompleted 1.2kReads6.8Score—Shelves

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These two Tang Dynasty novels are absolutely top-notch.

73 煌 Huangtang Silly Little SheepHistorical182k Wordsongoing 9Reads—Score—Shelves

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The eunuchs had a huge power, so he was not in a hurry to eliminate them. He first attracted the loyal ones, divided them and disintegrated them, and slowly took back control of the inner court.

74 大 Tang Dynasty: the Invincible Emperor's Son-In-Law Chen YuHistorical5.1M Wordscompleted 21.5kReads8.4Score1.7kShelves

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Worth a look.

75 反 The Rebellious Prince Li Chengqian Thick Ink and Light PenHistorical498k Wordsongoing 246Reads5.8Score—Shelves

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This Tang Dynasty book is very interesting! [Make a face][make a face][make a face][make a face][make a face]

76 镇 Suppress Li Longji, I Let Yang Yuhuan Have It Demon KnifeHistorical2.5M Wordscompleted 50.6kReads8.1Score5.3kShelves

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Suppress Li Longji, I let Yang Yuhuan have it! Li Fan traveled through the Tang Dynasty and met Yang Yuhuan!

78 火 Muskets and Cannons, Rebels, Don't Jump Paper Fan White ClothesHistorical235k Wordscompleted 43Reads—Score—Shelves

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No system, no Holy Mother, but passionate and affectionate [smile]

98 意 Unexpected Tang Dynasty Silent BuildingHistorical729k Wordsongoing 113Reads—Score—Shelves

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Great book with potential, non-AI work

100 大 Datang: I Am the King of the Northwest Forgotten PersonHistorical483k Wordsongoing 39Reads—Score—Shelves

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A serious and refreshing article about the Tang Dynasty