[No pop-up novel website] The shelling not only wiped out the entire Hongyi artillery team of the rebels, but several shells fell among the dense rebels waiting nearby to attack, killing fifty or sixty people in an instant, and injuring hundreds of people. The ground was covered with corpse fragments and blood, and the screams of the wounded could be heard one after another.
The rebel army, which had barely finished forming, became chaotic. Some refugees turned around and tried to escape. Fortunately, the shells did not continue to fall. Mao Chenglu's men surrounded them from all sides and killed more than a dozen people before they could maintain the team.
Mao Chenglu looked extremely ugly. Although not many people were killed by these cannons, it would be much more difficult for him to seize the stronghold after destroying the help of the Hongyi Artillery Team.
What surprised him the most was the power of the opponent's artillery. He had seen blooming artillery shells before, but he had never seen such a powerful thing - not even the large-scale enemy that could be moved by two people like those used to defend the city. The cannonballs fired just now are so powerful, not to mention the cannonballs.
The Ming Dynasty's army can fire cannons, which are actually poisonous gas bombs: the cannonballs contain a small amount of gunpowder as a detonating agent, and the others mainly include sulfur, lime, and many toxic traditional Chinese medicines such as croton. After the bomb explodes, the smoke disperses; The other type is indeed a grenade, but it has very little charge and only explodes in half after landing. Both are not as powerful as firing solid bullets or swarms, so they are not widely used.
It seems that the opponent's cannons are not only sharp, but also the artillery is far superior to his own. Mao Chenglu is secretly worried that since the enemy has ceased fire, it is obvious that he has fired too much and must stop the artillery.
The artillery of the 16th and 17th centuries, due to limited smelting and casting technology, had low strength and heavy weight, and its firing rate was not high. It could fire up to 12 to 15 shells an hour, and only 60 shells could be fired per day. ~80 rounds, this must be equipped with a large amount of vinegar for forced cooling.
Mao Chenglu didn't know the quality of his opponent's artillery. The intense burst of artillery fire just now made him think that the opponent's artillery should have entered the heat dissipation stage, which was the perfect opportunity for his own side to launch an impact.
"Drumming," he ordered loudly, "First formation, go up."
The drums sounded rapidly, and the first group of refugee soldiers began to commotion - they had been frightened by the intensive artillery fire just now, and the little courage they had mustered up had long since disappeared. Many of them were only temporarily incited. With their bloody bravery, when death was presented in front of them in such a simple and bloody way, almost everyone showed a tendency to flinch.
There were more than a thousand people, jostling each other, but they just refused to move forward.
The rebels had already experienced this. They didn't need to give orders. They just waited for the second drum to beat. The rebels escorting the team had already raised their swords and killed several people at the end of the team.
"Kill without advancing" As the screams and roars of the escort came from behind, the crowd at the end of the queue began to surge forward, forcing the people in front to also start to move forward.
On the Willow Edge Fortress, reports were everywhere that the artillery was ready and ready to fire at any time.
Chen Sigen raised his telescope: the first group of refugees had already set foot on the sand embankment. Seeing the messy crowd rushing toward the willow branches, the tragic scene of being forced to die made him more and more intolerable, but now At that time, the artillery position and artillery had been calibrated. He hesitated for a moment and ordered: "shoot"
As a signal rocket rose, all the artillery of the Liuzhibian Fortress and the Qimu Island detachment were fired at the same time. Because the target had been calibrated, the first round of artillery shells accurately hit the target area.
The target of the shooting this time was the rear of the refugees. In other words, the artillery did not directly hit the refugees at the front, but shelled the large group of people waiting to join the attack. Chen Sigen hoped to use this method to directly force the rebels to collapse. Chaos, try to kill as few people as possible
The sound of artillery alarmed Mao Chenglu and his generals who were observing the formation: What, the other party fired again? How many cannons do they have?
As I was thinking about it, I saw many streaks of smoke coming from the forts and bays on the island and flying towards the shore. However, this time the shells did not fall directly, but exploded in mid-air, spraying dozens of shells toward the ground in an instant. Small iron balls ranging from one to several hundred
A torrential rain of artillery fire continued to arrive, causing blood and flesh to fly everywhere, and broken limbs to scatter. Those that hit the ground would also eject smoke as high as half a man, not to mention those in front of the frontal formation who were coerced by unorganized training. The refugees immediately dispersed. Even the rebel soldiers who were preparing to fight according to the situation were also frightened. Some people fled in all directions and rolled directly from the sand embankment onto the ice, fleeing like crazy towards the shore.
Mao Chenglu's face turned pale. The gunners in Dengzhou were known as the strongest in the Ming army, regardless of the ejection rate or the density of artillery fire. But in his current feeling, the opponent's artillery fire seemed to be a steady stream that would never stop.
The heavy rain of iron balls swept across the disintegrated formations one after another. Cries, screams and meaningless screams of people in panic filled the air. Even those military formations that were not affected, many soldiers were in formations. turmoil, fright
The first group who had already approached the willow tree were frightened by the artillery fire. Although only a few shells fell on their heads, everyone still turned around and ran away together, not even caring about the rebels in the escort team. He swung his sword to kill and oversaw the battle. He was dragged along and ran away, leaving countless rags on the sand embankment.
On the Chinese side, there was a commotion among Mao Chenglu's servants and soldiers, and everyone had thoughts of fear in their hearts: fighting with swords and guns, these veteran ruffians who had been on the battlefield for a long time were not afraid, but just standing like this, even the enemy Being beaten to death without even seeing what he looked like is really disappointing.
Mao Chenglu and others looked extremely ugly. Although this burst of artillery fire only disrupted the formation of a few thousand refugees, and the rebel soldiers suffered few casualties, nearly ten thousand people fell into chaos as soon as the opponent fired artillery. I am afraid that this battle cannot be fought.
Having more people is both an advantage and a disadvantage. Mao Chenglu understood this truth. If this "hundred-thousand-strong army" were to cause chaos, he would probably be trampled to death even if he ran away.
With a livid face, he waved his horsewhip and said: "Enter the servant team, clean up this group of rogues and tell them to continue charging."
The servants rushed out quickly, intercepting the scattered rebels and refugees. It was okay to say that they were unarmed, but they had to stop and wait for rectification after being beheaded by several servants. The veteran gangsters were not so easy to deal with. They resisted without hesitation with their swords. , there were many places where we started fighting.
On Qimu Island, there were many villagers who advanced into the column at the Willowside Fortress to help carry ammunition. They had never seen the power of cannons. Although many people knew that the master's "bird gun" was extremely sharp, no matter how sharp the bird gun was, it was just a bird. Guns, I didn’t expect cannons to be so powerful. After twenty or thirty shots, the opponent was completely routed and couldn’t even close in. After all, the whole fortress suddenly burst into smiles and cheers.
At this moment, someone hurried over and reported important news to him.
The observation post just observed through the artillery mirror that the rebel central army is located at position 4471.
Chen Sigen looked at the design drawing board and raised the telescope: This place is a bit far from Qimu Island. The straight-line distance is 1,800 meters. In this time and space, no cannon can shoot such a distance. It seems that Mao Chenglu has a lot of ambitions. Chen Sigen has a lot of ambitions. I thought he ordered again: "Cease fire, load grenades on each gun, target position 4471 in five minutes." Then he added, "Prepare to fire rapidly."
The distance was increased to 1,800 meters. Although it was still within the effective range of each gun, the accuracy was greatly reduced at greater distances. Chen Sigen decided to launch a rapid fire, projecting a large number of artillery shells to the target location at once, leaving Mao Chenglu and his Chinese army with no time to react. It's all covered
When the artillery boomed on Qimu Island, Chen Guangfu's 500 men had quietly arrived in a woods by Longkou Bay. Chen Guangfu chose this place as a starting position after careful consideration: from this small forest to the ice, Although the journey until reaching Qimu Island is longer than other locations, the ice is firm and suitable for horseback riding.
The horse travels very fast, even if it is half a mile long, it will not be in the way. If you encounter an ice gap on the way forward, it will cause a lot of trouble.
Each of the five hundred knights gathered their breath quietly, just waiting for his order.
Artillery firemen kept coming from the other side of the sand embankment. Chen Guangfu secretly rejoiced: There was a fight over there and he immediately sent an order:
"Brothers, come on." He said, he spurred his horse and was the first one to emerge from the woods.
Almost at the same time, five hundred riders surged out of the woods and poured onto the ice of Longkou Bay.
Horse hooves boiling, snow smoke bursting, the five hundred horsemen shot towards the soft lower abdomen of Qimu Island like arrows from the string.
The shrill siren sounded almost simultaneously on Qimu Island. Zhu Mingxia, who had been sitting cross-legged with the soldiers on the ground, suddenly stood up. He glanced at the signal platform. The flag hung out indicated that the opponent was coming from the west of Qimu Island. Came here
"Drum roll!" he yelled.
The hurried drum preparations sounded. The soldiers who had been sitting cross-legged on the ground to rest all stood up. While dusting themselves, they hurriedly fastened their hatbands and checked their weapons.
The four companies instantly entered the state of preparation for war. Zhu Mingxia said in a deep voice: "The light infantry company, the third company of the battle line, and the fourth company followed me in company columns, and the grenadier company ran for each company of the reserve team."
The three companies quickly drove to the shore - it was full of sandy beaches, very suitable for the enemy to land, so barbed wire fences had been laid out on the frozen beach in advance and the three companies led by Juma Zhu Mingxia rushed to the shore.
"Take the company as a unit and spread it out as a double row." He was the first to rush to the shore and saw cavalry galloping on the ice - it turns out that the enemy's back-up force is here, Zhu Mingxia thought to himself
"The ruler is 300 meters, ready to shoot." He raised a hand, observed the movement of the cavalry, and "released" rq
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