Cannonballs fell one after another, and the fire also illuminated the city wall.
After a large number of houses were hit by explosive bombs, the wooden houses immediately burst into flames, providing good lighting to both sides.
At this time, Fan Yongdou and others, who were watching the battle in a distant attic, already understood that the strategy of raiding at night had completely failed. The shelling outside the city and the fire inside the city have illuminated the northern city as bright as day.
"Now that we have been discovered, we will make a decisive decision and attack them forcefully. We vow to retake the northern city wall and drive the Tatars out of the city." Fan Yongdou said through gritted teeth.
Following the orders from the heads of each family, groups of three to five hundred servants directly launched a strong attack. The business group even carried Frankie and General No. 3 out.
Chen Chuanjin and a small team were guarding the corner of the west city wall. They built a simple barricade formula out of corpses.
Today, more than 500 battalion and guard soldiers were killed. Their bodies were used to build barricades. Since, without any materials available, this was the only option. Anyway, it is winter now, and dripping water turns into ice. Otherwise, if it were summer, it would rot in one day.
Now, ammunition and supplies are still brought up from outside the city wall by ladders, which is very inconvenient. And the shipping volume is too small. Outside, the fifth regiment was working hard to build the slope to the city wall. Only when this slope is completed can a large amount of ammunition and additional troops be sent up it.
"Everyone is here. We all line up in two horizontal lines, using the fortifications as cover. The first team is responsible for shooting, and the second team is responsible for loading."
"Ready, fire!"
At the command, fifteen flintlock muskets flashed from west to east. The shield sword soldiers rushed to the front. It was immediately knocked over.
Their shields were made of iron. Unexpectedly, these shields are useless in the face of steel-core bullets. The lead bullet hit the iron shield and shattered immediately.
However, the steel core inside directly penetrated the shield and then penetrated into the sword-shielder's body.
Qin Donghai watched as the sword and shield hand in front of him fell into a large piece. I felt a pity in my heart. These sword and shield soldiers are not easy to train. Too much effort was put into it, but unfortunately it had no effect at all against pure firearms troops.
Qin Donghai yelled, "The archers throw missiles to interfere with them and prevent them from aiming."
Then a hundred archers immediately bent their bows and fired light arrows. They saw clearly that none of these people were wearing armor. Light arrows are enough to kill them.
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One hundred light arrows rose into the air and fell towards the opposite side.
Wuyun's soldiers didn't care about these archers at all.
Although for ordinary Ming soldiers, Mongolian archers are very difficult to defeat. Even if archers were shot with firearms, many people would still be hit by arrows. Because the Ming Dynasty's Huomen Gun really has no advantage against the cavalry.
But Yang Fan's soldiers wore stab-proof uniforms and beaked helmets, which were enough to withstand the light arrows thrown.
As the arrows fell, many people developed arrows. These were arrows that were cushioned by cotton coats and then blocked by stab-proof clothing.
These musketeers don't care, just shoot them as you please.
They loaded and fired meticulously according to the requirements of the drill, and continued to load and shoot after the rotation. The two periods alternate, basically, a salvo every five seconds.
The city wall is only ten meters wide. No matter how many people there are, it can't be used. So at this time, when the number of people is limited. You can only rely on the quality and proficiency of your weapons to overwhelm the opponent and achieve final victory.
Although the guards of the business group are capable of fighting, they have not learned team coordination, and they train on their own. Anyway, when the camel team encounters robbers, they still have to rely on their true skills to drive these people away. Everyone must practice kung fu on their own.
Qin Donghai looked at the people in front, and under the coercion of the supervising team, they rushed up one after another. Then he was hit again with a musket on his head and face. Then there were casualties everywhere.
He roared angrily in his heart and clenched his fists. This battle was really useless.
At this time, those who were carrying ladders under the city wall fell to the ground and became motionless under the concentrated fire from the guns on the city wall. Ladders were thrown all over the floor, and some even had their beams broken.
The last thirty meters became a restricted area. No matter how hard we tried, we couldn't get through.
The shield cannot stop the opponent's bullets. When it comes to fire cannon shooting, other people's guns are more accurate, and they also have bunkers.
Qin Donghai sighed inwardly, except for the eldest son Fan Yongdou, all the current Fan family are mediocre. The battle plan they formulated was suppressed by the other side at every turn.
It's probably very difficult to win with this style of play tonight.
At this time, a large number of people rushed onto the horse path at the corner of the city wall. They used a two-wheeled carriage frame car with wooden boards nailed on the front and pushed it upward. A large number of swordsmen followed, swarming forward.
Lin Hu noticed the situation on the horse track immediately.
Under the city wall, the people in the streets had been completely suppressed by flintlock fire.
They were bombarded again and sent flying in all directions. They had to face flintlock fire on the city wall, dodging left and right, rolling and crawling in an awkward manner.
Now, the business group has finally realized that using a ladder is unrealistic.
Streets in this era were all the same because the streets were so narrow. Just ten men with flintlocks were enough to blockade a street.
It's useless when there are more people, and it can't be used at all.
No matter how many people there are, a long queue will form. There are only a few dozen people who can fight frontally. And these dozens of people are cannon fodder for the other side to shoot.
The soldiers in front couldn't survive the volley fired every five seconds.
The attackers fell on the charging road one after another, and the streets were covered with layers of corpses. On the roof, the bird gunners who were shooting at the city wall also fell down one after another during the shooting.
The gunmen on the opposite side were far better than them in terms of shooting skills and weapons. In less than half an hour, they had basically suffered all their casualties.
Now, the few options they have left include storming the horse trail.
Many of these people looked like porcupines, and the mountains were full of arrow shafts shaking.
Two horizontal lines, firing an average of one shot every five seconds. The two teams collaborated, and the rate of fire reached a terrifying density of ten fires per minute.
The sword and shield soldiers in the front row fell one after another, and the gunners behind were not afraid, formed a queue, and continued to move forward. They had loaded their ammunition and lit their matches. Pull the trigger at any time to fire.
Bang bang bang! The musketry from the Dark Cloud Team came.
Bang bang bang! Qin Donghai's matchlock troops immediately fired back.
However, Team Dark Cloud fired with half of their heads exposed on the corpse barricade. And also wearing a beak helmet.
Qin Donghai's matchlock guns were concentrated on the barricade, because only half of Team Wuyun's head was exposed. Qin Donghai's soldiers were all standing.
This is not lining up to be shot. The two sides are not equal at all.
One side has a bunker and the other side stands, which is a one-sided massacre.
In less than a minute, the other side had fired ten times. This fifty-meter city wall was covered with dead and wounded from the attacking side. There were rivers of blood on the ground, flowing everywhere. The injured but not dead were writhing in a pool of blood and wailing.
Whether they were sword and shield soldiers, archers, or matchlock gunners, the two lines of them fired alternately, stopping Qin Donghai's men at a distance of thirty meters.
At this time, the people following Qin Donghai also rushed up. But no matter how many people there are, the flintlocks are two stable teams, changing every five minutes.
