Yang Fan came from the north, and his central army faced the northern part of the Yarkand camp. There was no bombardment there. At this time, people were putting on their armor and getting on their saddles in the chaos. The whole team. They prepared to go out to fight.
Yang Fan remained unmoved. He had twice as many troops as theirs and had already surrounded the camp. They were defeated when they fought out. Yang Fan was not afraid that they would run away.
"Master, re-aim. Do you want to fire?" Tang Erhu asked for instructions.
"Well, let's launch, and hit it on time this time. The rockets we brought are enough for six launches."
"Here! Master, let's do our best this time."
Whoosh whoosh! Another burst of smoke filled the air. Five hundred rockets flew up, targeting the military barracks.
However, reality soon hit her face again. The wind changed direction and became stronger.
There is no way around it. This is what grasslands and deserts look like, and this is not only a desert but also a plateau. The climate here is changeable.
If you go to a snowy area, it is normal to have periods of rain, snow, and intense heat.
As for the wind direction in the plateau desert of Ordos, it is even more unpredictable.
Seeing that the five hundred rockets launched this time were blown even more dispersed by the suddenly strong wind, they were originally aimed at the cowhide gold tent in the middle, but they were scattered high in the camp. They were dotted in every corner of the entire camp.
Although this time there is no shocking effect like the first launch, which was more concentrated in one place. However, the scattered landing points caused greater panic to the entire building.
Rockets were falling throughout the camp, and fireballs were rising one after another. The whole camp was in chaos.
The soldiers surrounded Su Litang, put on his armor and helped him mount his horse. He hurriedly grabbed the weapon. The trumpeter next to me blew the horn, which was the order to assemble.
Although everything is in chaos, we must gather together at this moment and rush out of the camp.
There are fires everywhere, and under the strong wind, they are burning more and more fiercely. Even a small fire spot on the sand will burn the horse's hair when the horse's hooves step on it.
The flames were already scorching, and the people and animals in the camp couldn't stay any longer.
"We just came yesterday. Even if the enemy crossed the river last night, not many people could cross over in one night." At this time, Suli Tang's head finally woke up. Although he didn't know what these damn bolide-like rockets were. However, the most correct choice at this time is to leave here immediately.
If you don't rush out quickly, you may become a roasted sheep if you stay here.
"Charge north and find them. Yarkand warriors, use the scimitars in your hands to chop off the heads of these despicable and shameless people. Follow me and rush out."
Amidst the continuous explosions, horns were blown one after another in the camp.
Soldiers rolling and crawling were gathering everywhere. Their clothes were disheveled, and some had one bare foot and one shoe missing. Even though they were panicking. But the horn gave them direction. They quickly gathered towards their own Nayan.
"Master, they rushed out." Zhang Geda said from the side.
"Get the Fran machine cannon and No. 1, 2, and 3 general cannon ready to fire, enter the range, and fire immediately." Yang Fan said expressionlessly.
Since coming to this era, Yang Fan has either been fighting or on the way to fight.
For the battlefield, he has long been accustomed to the smoke of gunpowder and the rain of bows, arrows and bullets in the sky.
Fighting is also a job where practice makes perfect. If you fight a lot, you will naturally be able to respond.
Suli Tang gathered more than 5,000 people, including more than 1,000 cavalry, and the rest were infantry. They rushed out from the north gate of the camp, howling, and charged towards the infantry of the three regiments in front.
There are more than 10,000 people in the three regiments, followed by two cavalry regiments and an artillery brigade in the middle. The number of troops was almost four times theirs. But they were so confused that they didn't understand the situation at all.
They didn't think highly of Ming Dynasty. In their view, the Han people have never been a nation that can be fought.
In fact, this is not their fault. Their history has only been less than a hundred years. By the time it was destroyed by Galdan in 1680, it would have a history of 144 years.
In the early Ming Dynasty, they did not see the military might of the Hongwu period, nor did they see the elite soldiers and generals of Zhu Di's campaign in the north. They were still a group of barbarians at that time and had no chance to learn Emperor Chengzu's methods.
Behind these five thousand people, more than three thousand people ran out. But most were infantry. Even though there were many cavalrymen, they could not find their horses at this time.
Rushing out has become a common choice for almost everyone who is still alive.
People rushed out from all directions of the camp. Soon they encountered the Beijing camp surrounding them. The sound of arquebus firing was recalled on all sides, the sound of the crossbows being fired, the loud hum of the bowstrings vibrating in the volley.
"Fire!" As the Yarkand people rushed five hundred meters away, Zhang Geda gave the order, and the Fran machine cannon protected by the left and right shield formations opened fire.
Boom boom boom! With the deafening sound of the cannon, one-pound solid lead balls flew out.
The gunners immediately took off the muskets and replaced them with new ones. Use wooden wedges to secure the joint to prevent air leakage.
Boom boom boom! Another volley.
Only then did Suli Tang realize that there were too many enemies coming, because there were sounds of cannons and matchlocks from all directions. This is definitely not a sneak attack by a small group of enemies.
Wow! The sound of wind blowing through the grass reached his ears. He broke into a cold sweat.
There is only one possibility for this kind of sound, that is, the shell is very close to him and flew right by his ear.
Sure enough, there was a popping sound from behind. Guards on both sides of him were hit by cannonballs. Although the Fran cannon has a small caliber, its shells are light. But there is no problem at all in penetrating three or five people.
There was a crash, and a solid bullet hit the head of his guard captain's horse. The horse's head was instantly torn apart, and blood, flesh and bone fragments were sprayed all over his head and face. Then, the cannonball flew upwards diagonally, hitting the head of the horse. His captain of the bodyguard was beaten in half.
Before it was over, the cannonball fell again and landed on the helmet of an unlucky guy. The helmet disintegrated instantly and his head was shattered like a rotten watermelon. Then it jumped up again and killed another guard.
"Charge! Charge over while they are reloading." His lieutenant shouted loudly.
"Hoola, hoola" the crowd roared and rushed forward as if they had been given a shot of blood.
Suli Tang's closest guard quietly grabbed the reins of his horse. Unobtrusively slowed down.
A large number of cavalry and infantry were hit by the first salvo. Although more than a hundred people were killed, morale was still high.
Their eyes were red and their nostrils were breathing hot air, like angry bulls.
This fire attack made them feel insulted. They were a little crazy because they couldn't see their attacker. They were eager to rush in for revenge.
However, immediately after, the Fran cannon fired again. There was another burst of blood and flesh, and more than eighty people died. There are also about twenty horses.
Suli Tang's heart sank, no, it's a Franco machine gun.
The first three shots of this thing take less than 20 seconds in total. The rate of fire is astonishing.
Whether they can charge forward depends on how many guns they have prepared for each cannon.
The more guns you have installed, the more difficult it is to attack.
Because this thing is a breech-loading gun, the barrel is connected from the front to the back, allowing air to circulate, and the barrel is thin and easy to dissipate heat. Fast heat dissipation can increase the artillery's ability to continue firing and also reduce the possibility of self-ignition of gunpowder. The rate of fire is astonishing, and it can continue firing for a longer period of time than other artillery pieces.
Suriname regretted it very much at this time. He underestimated the enemy too much.
