Zhao Siqian felt like his waist was about to break.
There is no extra space in the plate armor at the waist, because the waist and shoulders are both parts that bear force. It will not work if the weight is all on the shoulders. The waist plate armor is close to the skin and is the part that bears the force.
The flail hit him so hard that he almost broke his waist.
As soon as his vision went dark, he fell headlong. Suddenly there was panic on the city.
"Oops, Zhao's head fell down."
"Master General Banner fell down."
Zhao Siqian fell heavily, and a cavalryman happened to pass under the wall. Zhao Siqian thought to himself, even if I die, I will catch someone to support him. He took advantage of the situation and hugged the Mongolian's neck, and they fell down together.
Zhao Siqian's family also comes from a military household in Beijing that has been serving as soldiers for generations. His grandfather and father are both general bannermen. There is still some family tradition of kung fu. He hugged this Mongolian cavalryman and fell off his horse, using him as a meat pad first. Otherwise, this heavy plate armor would definitely cause him secondary damage.
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The cavalryman did not expect to be pushed off his horse and resisted. As a result, a heavy body fell on him. This body is so heavy, it may not weigh half a cow. It hit him so hard that it felt like all the bones in his body were broken.
There are four Zhao Siqian brothers. The eldest brother is called Zhao Sixing, the second brother is called Zhao Sizhong, and the third brother is called Zhao Sigong. He is the fourth. All four of them are soldiers in the Beijing camp. Each of their brothers is big and round, weighs over 200 kilograms, and is over 1.85 meters tall.
He originally added heavy plate armor, which made the Mongolian cavalry roll his eyes.
However, even though the Mongols below him were unable to resist, Zhao Siqian was even in danger of falling off the city wall. He immediately hugged the Mongolian and turned him over. He turned himself under the Mongolian body.
Fortunately, he reacted quickly. In almost an instant, several flails hit the Mongolian's back. He smashed the Mongolian until he vomited blood. A mouthful of blood spurted into his face. He even heard the sound of bones breaking.
The flail is known as the King of Broken Bones. As long as it hits, it will basically break the bones and tendons. Either die or live half a life.
At this time, the Mongolian tilted his head and was immediately killed. The man's bones were broken in several places and his internal organs were ruptured.
Zhao Siqian escaped the disaster and was about to push away the dead body. He stood up and leaned against the city wall to protect his back and face the Mongols. At this time, seven or eight spears stabbed down from the city wall like lightning.
The four flail hands who had just hit him were stabbed immediately, blood spurted out, and the man instantly lost his strength and fell to the ground.
"Hurry up and throw the rope to pull Zhao Tou up."
"What the hell, your back will kill the enemy faster. Lift up the steel plate quickly."
"Let the Franco machine gun behind you fire one shot."
"Zhao Tou, get down quickly. Let's lift up the steel plate."
The spear stabbed down, and while the Mongols were retreating in panic, the steel plate was lifted upwards, revealing a gap of more than thirty centimeters. Two soldiers pulled Zhao Siqian in by pulling his legs.
Seeing this, the Mongols took the opportunity to rush forward again, seemingly rushing in to take advantage of the opportunity. At this time, the steel plate suddenly lifted ninety degrees, revealing the three Franco cannons behind it.
The artillerymen had been waiting behind, with ammunition loaded.
"Three rounds, shotgun, rapid fire. Release!"
Following the order from the artillery general flag. Three Franco machine guns were loaded with shotguns and opened fire instantly. Three hundred small steel balls erupted from the muzzle along with fierce flames and black smoke. A fan-shaped barrage was fired.
Those Mongolians who wanted to take the opportunity to rush in were cleared of a large area like pasture that fell in the strong wind. The people behind looked at the front in surprise. First there was a loud noise and black smoke, and then there was a crackling sound.
The crowd in front was instantly covered with blood and flesh, and countless people were beaten into sieves. Rotten flesh and broken bones covered the faces of those behind.
When the Folan cannon fires three rapid fire rounds, it only takes twenty seconds.
After an interval of six or seven seconds, the second round of artillery fire was launched. Cleaned a large area backward again. The Mongolians panicked, and some people turned around and started running back. Those at the back pushed forward, they didn’t know the situation yet. Those in front ran back and suddenly huddled together.
At this time, the third cannon fired, and dense steel balls penetrated through the backs of those running back, hitting those in front of them multiple times.
After three rounds of artillery fire, there were no Mongolians standing within fifty meters outside the city wall.
"Who is firing? Why should we fire without an order?" Yang Fan saw the artillery deployed behind a section of the city wall firing. According to the plan, the artillery was not fired at this time. It's easy to scare off the grass and scare the snake.
After a while, the messenger came back and reported: "Report to the commander, one of the flags fell down. They opened the steel plate and pulled the flag back, but Mongolia came up. Seeing the emergency, the artillery flag privately ordered Fired."
Yang Fan said angrily: "Remember it first and deal with it after the war."
It is taboo to act on one's own initiative on the battlefield, and firing without orders will also result in a military stick.
The melee on the city wall continued. The Mongols and the defenders on the Beijing city wall fought desperately, and finally some of them climbed onto the city wall. But when they went up to the city wall, they discovered that behind the city wall was just a 60-centimetre-wide steel springboard with no protection behind it.
There were dense military formations under the city, with mandarin ducks and war coats as red as blood, and spears as bright as a forest. These people stood silently without any expression.
Immediately afterwards, the whistle sounded, and the spearmen in the first row immediately put down their spears and stabbed them. The dense spears were neatly aligned, as fast as lightning, and the dense thrusts immediately killed those who had finally climbed over the steel plates of the city wall. The Mongols stabbed him down.
Yang Fan took out his pocket watch and clicked it. The stalemate battle on the city wall had been going on for two hours. It is estimated that the soldiers guarding the city are almost exhausted.
"Twist the yellow catapult and throw the gunpowder jar out. Blow the trumpet and make the defenders on the wall squat down. Avoid the shrapnel." Yang Fan ordered.
A small torsion catapult was assembled behind the city wall. Put the jars of porcelain on the catapult, light the fuse, and press the wrench. The stuck bamboo shoots were instantly released, and the rocker arm bounced up with a roar, hitting the restricting crossbar with a clang, and threw the jar in the ladle over the city wall and landed outside.
At this time, the bugle also sounded.
The soldiers guarding the city all knew that this was an order for them to squat down. They cursed and immediately squatted down on their toes. Cover your ears with your hands. Big mouth. These are all stipulated in training.
They all knew that this was about to throw gunpowder. They were most afraid of this. The shock wave from the gunpowder packet was so great that it made all the internal organs tremble and it was very uncomfortable.
