892. Camel Cannon on the City Wall

Style: Historical Author: A book full of poems and thousands of flowersWords: 2110Update Time: 24/01/11 18:58:56
Wang Ermazi and Chen Suizuizi skillfully fixed the steel frame and pulley block to the city wall. They are preparing to temporarily install a lifting equipment.

When they saw that the merchant group had begun to learn how to build slaves and prepared shield vehicles, they had to respond effectively. It is impossible for a musket to penetrate a shield car.

Now, on the city walls on the east and west sides, and on the two horse paths, shield chariots are used to clear the way.

A large number of swordsmen who were preparing for hand-to-hand combat were hiding behind, planning to rush forward to fight in hand-to-hand combat.

"Lift up twenty camel cannons and destroy their shield vehicles." The Ansan Department put down the telescope, "Get the Gatling gun ready. After a while, the merchant group's general attack will begin. Immediately open fire on their team's shields." Where the car can’t cover it.”

"Here, Commander, do you want to use rocket-propelled grenades?"

"We don't bring much, so don't use it yet. Good steel should be used on the blade. Wait and see."

A group of artillerymen, one group, eleven people, used wooden poles and ropes to carry the camel cannon to the bottom of the city wall. Then tie the rope.

"Wang Er Mazi, okay, pull it." Old Fart Hu shouted loudly.

But below I saw the steel frame above making a grinding sound and shaking violently. There was a sudden panic below, and Old Fart Hu cursed angrily: "You bitch! Did the crane's erection break down? If it falls, I will pinch the yolk out of your balls."

"Don't worry, it's okay, it won't fall down. I said Chen Suizuizi and Ermihu, you two, hurry up and get out of here. You're in a daze." Wang Ermazi scolded.

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As soon as he finished speaking, the steel frame shook violently again. And there was a lot of debris and dust falling off the bricks. The artilleryman below fell on his head.

The artillerymen underground yelled angrily and hurried away.

Everyone watched in horror as Wang Ermazi held a cigarette in the corner of his mouth and pulled the rope nonchalantly. Laugh at them all over again.

"Are you all gentlemen? Do you all pee standing up? Look, I scare you. You have so little courage to be a soldier. Go home and take care of your children."

Hu Dahai spat and cursed: "Fuck you, you're the one who peed while squatting."

Wang Ermazi is one of the first batch of regiment training veterans. This bastard never follows the rules. He never makes big mistakes but keeps making small mistakes. He is a complete old man. Those who survived the Battle of Rock Beach back then basically became squadron leaders, and many even became regimental commanders and battalion commanders.

Even though he was still an engineer team leader, Yang Fan shook his head with a headache when talking about him.

The army was not willing to take him either. He was a veteran and a thorn in the side. No one can do anything to him. Even though he was sent to the grassland, he still didn't change his bad habits.

Although the steel frame creaked and twisted, twenty camel cannons, as well as three thousand rounds of shells and propellant packs were all transported up. In the end, there was no problem.

"You cowards, you know nothing. This is the fastest and safest installation method. If someone else had just set up the rack now, not a single cannon has been transported up. Do you understand how fast soldiers are? You guys Naturally, a group of illiterate people will not understand." Wang Ermazi laughed.

"Okay, we can transport people. We transport five people at a time. Tie the ropes around your waist. Hurry up and don't make any marks. The people in front are all crazy. Lin Hu is going crazy with anxiety. He is just waiting for the cannon to deal with it. Where’s the shield truck? We’re almost out of grenades again.”

Team leader Xie Miaohe scolded: "Wang Ermazi, your uncle, if you get on five people at a time, what if they fall down? You are a fucking lunatic."

"Really, the master also said that I am a madman, hahaha, you have the foresight to see that I am a madman. The last time I tried to fire the shell with my bare hands, I was so scared that my wife turned pale. Hahaha. "

Artillery battalion commander Yue Haiping took out his pocket watch and looked at it. The luminous dial showed that it was less than half an hour before dawn. In an emergency, he was the first to tie the rope to his waist.

Seeing that the battalion commander had all gone up, the other officers didn't know what to say and tied the ropes around their waists one after another.

"Hey! Lao Yue, you are a man. Don't worry, you won't drop it or touch it. Just carry it with you and you'll get it soon." Wang Ermazi smiled and said, "The luminous pocket watch you received from me is really a good thing. Tsk tsk. "

"Hey, Wang Er, what can I say about you? You were all old brothers who were trained in the first batch of regiments, so you can't be a little formal. Now you have become the engineer battalion commander." Yue Haiping shook his head.

"That's how I am. There's nothing I can do about it. I don't care if I'm an official or not. When you live, you have to be at ease. It's like wearing a mask on your face all day long."

Before dawn, the artillery battalion brought twenty camel revolving guns and three thousand rounds of ammunition completely onto the city wall.

Lin Hu was extremely anxious.

They have repelled more than a dozen attacks from the business group.

The cannons on the mountains outside were too far away to hit their targets. To deal with the armed merchant groups pushing their homemade shield carts, they had to get close and shoot directly.

These servants raised by Shanxi merchants are all old swordsmen and musketeers from the northwest.

Every time they go out on a mission, they have to fight horse thieves and Mongolian tribes.

They were all trained in actual combat, and were far from comparable to those beggar soldiers in the guard camp who practiced every ten days, or even never practiced at all.

They opened a shooting port on the shield car, and three bird gunners stood on the car and shot forward. Their marksmanship is very accurate and they are all veterans. In every attack, many soldiers were hit on their exposed heads.

Fortunately, the beak helmet is very reliable. The outer layer does not touch the skin and leaves a large space to prevent it from being smashed by heavy weapons and damaging the head.

Most of these beak helmets were not penetrated, but were only deflated. After all, their gunpowder was not powerful enough and the lead bullets were too soft. If it were maroon gunpowder and a steel-core bullet, it would definitely penetrate it.

During these dozen attacks, Wu Yun and others managed to defeat them with grenades.

Because Yang Fan's soldier training grenades are the top priority. The soldiers who coached bomb throwing were so miserable that their arms were swollen after the training.

This city is the headquarters of the eight major locust merchants. There are many carriages, and thousands of them can be converted into shield carriages.

Whenever the shield car approached twenty meters, Lin Hu immediately ordered the grenade to be thrown.

To his relief, the master always emphasized grenade throwing.

The master's actual words were, as long as you can't die by practicing, you can practice until you die. The long and hard training finally showed its value.

Every time, offensive grenades and defensive grenades can be accurately thrown behind the shield vehicle.

Wu Yun likes to bundle three grenades together and throw them over. He is a Mongol warrior with amazing arm strength.

Cluster grenades are so powerful that they were even used to blast tank tracks during World War II. It's no problem to use it to deal with these shield vehicles.

Each time, flames rose into the sky, blowing off the wheels of the shield car. The carriage frame was blown to pieces. The thick shield wall made of temporary door panels fell backwards, smashing the gunman hidden behind into a meat pie.