"What's going on, chief engineer? Why did it stop?" Mo Zuo yelled angrily. The ship broke down at this juncture. This was really unlucky.
"Report, the gearbox gear has collapsed and is being repaired." Chen Deli's urgent voice came from the microphone.
"Did anyone get hurt?"
"No, it just made a big hole in the outer steel plate of the cabin, the size of a watermelon."
When the Mongols saw the boat stopped, they howled and surrounded it.
"Attention of all departments, lock all the doors and windows. The first flagman comes to the bridge and brings a few boxes of grenades up." Mo Zuo yelled and gave the order.
On this ship, the division of labor is very clear.
The captain is Chen Zhijian. The chief engineer was in charge of the machinery, and the chief gunner was in charge of the six Franco cannons. The rigmaster is responsible for the mast, sail control, and lookout at the top of the mast. The navigator is responsible for driving and navigation, hydrography, charting, etc. The two dozen sailors have a clear division of labor.
Fu Laoliu and his six apprentices were in charge of the red cannon at the bow of the ship. Fu Laoliu was lying next to the gun port window and saw a group of Mongolians connecting wooden rafts from the nearest sandbar and extending straight towards the bow of the ship.
Fu Laoliu said with satisfaction: "It's them, these unlucky kids, who hit the muzzle by themselves. Hurry up and load the No. 1 powder bag with a solid lead bullet."
The apprentices have long been proficient in loading ammunition. Every cannon must be tested before leaving the factory. They are all so proficient in firing the cannon that they can do it with their eyes closed.
Although it was their first time to go into battle, they were not afraid under the protection of the armored ship.
The apprentices opened the ammunition box, took a silk fixed propellant bag and stuffed it into the muzzle, then placed the bullet holder and a spherical solid lead bullet.
The bullet holder is mainly made of cork. When the bullet holder is fired, it will expand when it is pushed by the gunpowder gas. It can seal the barrel to prevent air leakage and increase the range and muzzle velocity of the projectile.
"Well, okay, I've lined up myself, that's great." Fu Laoliu squinted one eye and said with a smile.
Looking at the dozen or so wooden rafts in front of them, they formed three columns, crowded together, and the Mongolians came running towards them. I couldn't be more satisfied.
The gun mount slowly rotated, and the muzzle was pointed at these Mongolian soldiers.
"Light the fire!" Fu Laoliu shouted immediately when he saw that the time was almost up.
Qian Xiaoning skillfully pulled out the red-hot steel drill from the charcoal stove and inserted the tip into the fire door.
boom!
There was a deafening bang and the gunpowder was ignited. The butts and lead bullets rushed out of the muzzle.
Opening fire with a lowered muzzle, a thirty-six-pound solid lead bullet screamed toward a group of Mongolian soldiers rushing over.
The spherical solid bullets collided head-on with these soldiers rushing towards them in dense formation at a speed exceeding the speed of sound.
It directly beat the soldiers it encountered into a bloody mist. In the blink of an eye, the shells hit them from beginning to end, and more than a dozen soldiers turned into fragments flying in the sky and disappeared. Soldiers who were not hit directly fell into the water.
It took a few seconds for some stumps to fall into the water.
The cannonball grazed the wooden raft, and the wooden raft immediately fell into pieces, turning into sharp sawdust and wood chips flying in all directions. Wounded again into the water and some nearby soldiers.
But the spherical solid bullet bounced up, drew an arc, and landed in the crowd of Mongolian soldiers on the shore. It once again created a bloody alley, and then jumped up again.
Fu Laoliu opened his eyes wide and murmured, "One, two, three, four, five, six. It bounced six times in total. The back is invisible."
Cannonballs kept jumping up and down among the Mongolian crowd.
If it touches the leg, the leg will be separated from the body. If it touches the torso, it will be beaten into pieces.
With multiple ricochetes, the cannonball gradually slows down and no longer bounces, but instead rolls along the ground.
A Mongolian saw the cannonball coming to his feet at a very slow speed. As if he could crush it with just one step of his foot.
So he couldn't help but stepped on the big shot put with the sole of his boot.
However, as soon as his boots touched the shot put, he felt a sharp pain.
He watched as his boots, feet, and calves were turned into a bloody mist and shattered by the shells. He screamed and passed out.
(The velocity of the spherical solid projectile at the end of its trajectory can be seen to slow down sharply with the naked eye, but the kinetic energy is still very large and cannot be touched with the body. During the Civil War, there were many unlucky people who touched the shell that was about to stop with their hands, and their arms were stirred. broken.)
The Mongols were dumbfounded. This deafening cannon sound was so familiar. There was this thing on the wall of Datong. It was a red cannon.
Duoyan and Haraqin were close to the Great Wall, and they had seen red cannons. Know what this thing is.
Seeing just one shell, more than fifty people were killed or injured, and they were scared to death.
Fu Laoliu said to himself: "It's just like what the master said, the ricochet is very useful for hitting dense infantry formations. One shot will make a bloody alley."
In the era of cold weapons, infantrymen formed dense formations, with people facing each other, shoulder to shoulder, with dozens or even hundreds of rows behind them.
The purpose is to fix the soldiers in the military formation, exert their overall combat power, and prevent the soldiers in front of the enemy from escaping. Everyone was fixed in a fighting position, unable to move, and could only fight forward desperately to survive.
Historically, such dense military formations were destroyed by spherical solid bullets from front-loaded smoothbore cannons.
This kind of spherical bullet is most likely to ricochet on hard ground, causing huge damage to dense infantry. Therefore, the infantrymen in the musket era were forced by spherical bullets into three horizontal lines.
In this way, three stages of shooting can be alternately maintained to maintain the continuity and density of vitality, and at the same time, the damage of solid bullets can be reduced as much as possible. Even if the battle line is hit by a shell, at most three soldiers will be killed.
At this time, taking advantage of the boat's immobility, many Mongolians rowed rafts and approached from all sides.
Immediately afterwards, the six Franco cannons on both sides opened fire.
The Folan cannon was loaded with silk custom shotguns. Just pick up a musket with shotgun written on it and insert it directly into the belly of the cannon.
Silk is not cheap, even the worst quality silk is an expensive clothing material.
But Yang Fan's ammunition was all wrapped in silk. This is because silk can be burned completely, leaving almost no residue, unlike paper packaging, which cannot be burned too much without having to clean the barrel and barrel.
Faced with Xiao Niangpi's question about cost, Yang Fan replied that the fighter planes on the battlefield are changing rapidly, and what may determine the outcome of the battle is whether you can fire one more time. Therefore, the cost-effectiveness of weapons is not the first factor to consider.
The pellets of these shotguns are old rusty small balls, which are collected from scrap collection stations. Basically no cost. If steel balls were produced in Daming, Yang Fan could go bankrupt.
Because the bullets are all steel balls, they have extremely strong penetrating power.
It can easily penetrate the iron armor of this era. Even Jiannu's triple-armored stomach couldn't stop it. What's more, these herdsmen with only leather robes are conscripted soldiers.
boom! boom! boom!
The sides of the ship were suddenly covered in smoke, and fire and smoke spewed from the muzzles.
Which raft the muzzle of the gun is aimed at will be wiped out of the people on that raft.
The Folang machine gun has a very high rate of fire because it uses a custom-installed musket. You only need to take off the finished musket with the handle and replace it with a new musket to continue firing.
The Fran cannon uses sub-cannons with pre-loaded ammunition as the firing unit. The gunpowder in the sub-cannon is rationed and will not be overloaded or underloaded.
Every cannon on this ship is equipped with dozens of cannons. There are multiple types of bullets, including solid spherical bullets and shotguns.
You can choose according to your needs before launching.
When the Fran cannon is fired, the gunner can remove the fired sub-cannon and replace it with a new sub-cannon within twenty seconds.
A well-trained gunner can fire two to three times a minute, so its firing speed is much higher than that of a front-loaded artillery. Almost comparable to a matchlock gun.
The structure of the tail of the Fran cannon is an open belly, and the front and rear of the barrel are connected.
The air circulates quickly, so it dissipates heat quickly.
This allows the Fran cannon to fire multiple times without worrying about the barrel overheating, causing the gunpowder in the sub-cannon to spontaneously ignite.
At the same time, the blunderbuss of the Fran cannon bore most of the pressure generated after the gunpowder explosion. Therefore, its belly and barrel have a long life. The sub-cannon can be easily replaced after damage, without affecting the shooting performance of the artillery.
This is a very good weapon. The only drawback is that the sealing is not good and the air leakage is serious, which greatly affects the range and accuracy.
In fact, the Folan cannon is the most suitable weapon for this kind of river ship.
Light weight, high rate of fire, easy to use.
Inland river ships are relatively small, and generally do not have strong armor and planks. The Folan cannon is powerful enough.
Use shotgun shells to kill people, and use solid shells to hit the waterline of the ship, which is enough to destroy the enemy ship.
The surrounding rafts were knocked over one after another and fell into the water.
No one was spared from the dense fan-shaped killing surface of the Folang machine gun shells. Shields and armor are useless.
All the corpses were either in pieces or riddled with holes. The surrounding river was full of floating corpses, and the surface of the river was dyed red.
Oshika was observing the battlefield from a high place behind, and his eyes were filled with tears.
The casualties were too great. As soon as the battle began, one hundred men were gone.
"Don't stop, charge forward, they need time to reload. Don't give them time to reload." Oshika yelled.
"My Healing Game"
The horn sounded, and the Mongolian soldiers who had retreated took courage again.
These Duoyan warriors often clashed with the border troops in Jizhen, and they were fairly familiar with firearms. Immediately, regardless of casualties, Zaidu supported the raft and surrounded them from all sides.
As expected, the artillery did not sound again. After all, it takes time to change the musket.
However, intensive gunfire came from the shooting port again, and the flintlock guns with two small flags on each side opened fire.
At such a close distance, the hit rate increases sharply.
Almost every time a volley of guns was fired, a dozen people would be knocked down.
"Organize the sharpshooters, shoot through the gun windows, and suppress the musketeers," Oshika issued the order.
Dozens of shooters were immediately organized on both sides of the Taiwan Strait.
Put down the cavalry horn bow, pick up the stride bow, aim the withered feather arrow at the gun window, and start shooting.
Whoosh! A heavy arrow roared into the gun window and penetrated a sailor with half of his head exposed. The huge kinetic energy threw him backwards and fell directly to the deck.
Chen Xi and others still wanted to save her, but they couldn't save her before they saw it. After twisting a few times, she died.
All gunners, bow your heads quickly.
The gun window was not that big, only fifty centimeters square, but in front of these shooters, they could still pose a threat to the partially exposed sailors inside from more than a hundred meters away.
Seeing that the gun windows on the side were suppressed, the Mongols surrounded them again.
Mo Zuo shouted, "Throw a grenade and kill these idiots."
