"Change to shotgun shells. Five rounds fired rapidly." Yang Fan put down the binoculars and said.
The messenger behind took out his signal gun and pointed it at the sky, bang bang bang bang three green flares in succession.
The officers in the car camp immediately blew their whistles.
When Cao Xiu heard the whistle, he leaned out of the side door and looked towards the sky.
Three green flares.
"Return the cannon and replace it with shotgun shells. Quickly," Cao Xiu ordered loudly.
The artillery that had just been fired and reset was pulled back and loaded with fixed shotshells.
At this time, a large number of Mongolian soldiers bypassed the wreckage of the shield vehicles and surged in from between the shield vehicles like a tide.
"Fire!" Cao Xiu shouted.
The copper hair roared and the driver took a seat violently.
A thousand small steel balls flew out from the muzzle accompanied by fierce flames. As soon as they left the muzzle, they quickly dispersed according to a certain fan angle, forming a dense fan barrage.
Yang Fan stood on the top of the mountain and saw the Mongolians rushing up like a sea of people, falling in pieces under the dense barrage of steel balls.
There are six hundred bronze gates on the three walls, and each wall has two hundred gates. The length of the city wall is one meter, and the width of the cannon carriage is two meters.
The distance between cars is only about four to five meters.
This eliminates the need for each gun to fire at the same time. Because the shotguns are scattered over a large area, only fifty fires at a time are enough to cover the area.
In this way, four rounds of fire are formed. The copper-fired cannon uses fixed ammunition and can reach a rate of fire of two rounds per minute. In this way, one round can be fired in seven or eight seconds.
Tu Shanyue used a telescope to watch the continuous shotgun fire from three sides. The surging crowd was like a wave hitting a rock, being smashed into pieces.
The Mongols were very brave, holding round shields with wooden frames covered with several layers of rawhide. Carrying a machete, he charged forward with a howl, but unfortunately he didn't make it more than a dozen steps before a round of dense steel ball bullets hit him head-on.
Their shields instantly became sieves, and their leather armor was useless. At this speed, even Jiannu's cloth-covered three-layer armor looked as if it were made of paper. Not to mention that many people don’t wear armor at all.
The steel ball hit the first row of people, but its power was far from being exhausted. After penetrating the human body, it continued to move forward and entered the human body behind again.
. Some steel balls even penetrated four or five people. After all, this was an artillery piece, not a musket. The kinetic energy is too different.
Every time a cannon sounded, the Mongolian crowd fell over a large fan-shaped area.
The people in the front row were even shattered by the dense rain of steel ball bullets, turning into pieces of flesh and blood and flying backwards. There can basically be a whole corpse in the back.
Lin Yueru's hands were shaking a little.
After the Mongolians were cleared of a large area by one shot, the people behind them just rushed through the area when another shot came.
The ground was covered with human body fragments, the grass was soaked with sticky blood, and the ground was wet and slippery.
The Mongols stumbled, slid, rolled and crawled as they charged forward.
He fell and was covered in blood. Some tripped over the dead bodies on the ground, got up and continued charging.
The distance of thirty to sixty meters seemed to be a meat grinder belt, and no one could rush through this death zone. There was just endless gunfire spraying, and spraying, and continuing to spray.
Although Lin Yueru had never been on the battlefield, she still knew the situation on the battlefield. At this time, she felt scared for the first time.
War under hot weapons can be so cruel.
Under intense training, the soldiers in the car camp seemed to have turned into robots. They fired meticulously based on muscle memory and in accordance with the drill.
It seemed like nothing in the world could disturb them.
They didn't even look at the effect of shooting, they just kept loading, aiming, firing, and resetting the recoil.
Only corps commanders and officers observed the battlefield. The gunners were minding their own business, and until there was no new order, they would fire mechanically.
If the enemy rushes forward, there will be a corps commander who will instruct them to act according to the regulations. They don't need to think at all.
Soldiers think little and just do it.
Mang Gurtai, Khan Ahai and Buyan Ahai stood on the hill and looked into the distance.
Now the wind is blowing, a strong Category 5 wind blowing away the smoke.
Clearly see how Cheying City bombarded the enemy.
From the first shot of the cannon, they knew that the losses would definitely not be small this time. Now that the fight had reached this level, they could see clearly that this Ming army actually had 600 sidecars, and each sidecar had a copper door.
Six hundred guns! All heavy artillery!
Oh my god, this is Ming Dynasty’s army.
Back then, the Qi family's army beat Duoyan to a pulp, and their sidecar only had a large carrying gun, plus two or three firecrackers.
Mang Gurtai was sitting on the top chair at this time, his palms and back were covered in cold sweat.
Although he was reckless, he was not a fool. He knew clearly that under such firepower, his Zhenglan Banner, although both cavalry and infantry were wearing three layers of armor, could not withstand such firepower.
In the face of spherical solid bullets and shotgun shells, there is actually no difference whether or not they wear armor. Without the burden of armor, they feel relaxed and can run faster when charging.
Under such powerful firepower, armor has no effect and is just a burden.
It had only been less than two-quarters of an hour since the cannon was fired, and the Mongols had already killed or wounded five or six thousand people. The speed of this bloodletting is truly appalling.
What if one day, this army wants to leave Shanhaiguan and fight towards Liaodong.
Mang Gurtai and Huang Taiji originally thought they were here to pick up some bargains this time. It was originally planned to send troops to defeat Lin Dan Khan in the second half of this year, and then attack the Ming Dynasty next year and plunder some supplies.
Unexpectedly, the Han people have developed such a large area on the grassland. With a population of more than 100,000, there is also a huge amount of food and various supplies. If it is defeated, all supplies for this year will be solved.
He didn't take it seriously until the artillery fire. Now looking at the blood-soaked Mongolians in front of him, he realized that this was a hard bone that not only the Mongols couldn't gnaw on, but his Zhenglan flag couldn't gnaw either.
Under such intense and continuous artillery fire, individual bravery is meaningless.
Khan Ahai was trembling with distress at this time, and the faces of all Taijis were as pale as earth.
It takes more than ten years for a Mongolian warrior to grow up. He has to eat countless cattle and sheep, and practice hard riding and shooting. Now filling it in like this will fertilize the grass in vain.
"Dear Sanbeile, why don't we withdraw first? I think the soldiers can't bear it anymore. According to the intelligence, Ming people still have 8,000 cavalry who have not been dispatched. If the infantry is defeated, the cavalry will come out." , I’m afraid it’s going to be a big defeat.”
Mang Gurtai was also very conflicted in his heart. So many men and horses had been invested and so many lives had been taken. Even though they were all Mongolians, if they retreated now, all the investment would be in vain.
Ci does not lead the troops! He understood this at an early age.
"You can't keep firing the copper hair. This thing needs to cool down. If you insist on it for a while, their artillery will be overheated and unable to fire. Then you can rush forward. But if we stop, they will cool down the artillery. , our fight was in vain.”
Mang Gurtai said cheerfully.
Khan Ahai and Buyan Ahai looked at each other. In fact, they knew Tongfaji very well and knew that Mang Gurtai was telling the truth. It's just that I can't bear it psychologically.
Their hearts are bleeding, and now they are really in trouble.
Stop attacking. All the previous investment has been in vain.
Keep gritting your teeth and persisting, I really can't bear these casualties.
If it weren't for the fact that there was really no food for the winter, everyone would be desperate, and the Mongols would have been defeated long ago. It’s a miracle that I’ve persisted until now.
"Blow the trumpet and continue the attack. Wait for their artillery to heat up. We have been fighting for more than half an hour. Their rate of fire is so fast that they will almost stop shooting." Khan Ahai said through gritted teeth.
Buyan Ahai also nodded heavily. At this time, he was more ruthless than anyone else.
Mang Gurtai looked at the two of them approvingly, nodded and said: "Being ruthless to yourself is truly ruthless. Don't worry, my judgment will not be wrong. They won't be able to hold on for long. If they are defeated, the cavalry will Fight out and I will use the Zhenglan flag to cover your retreat."
As soon as Mang Gurtai finished speaking, he saw that the artillery fire on the three walls of Checheng began to gradually decrease. The Ming army's artillery finally began to overheat.
The rate of fire has dropped significantly.
