"Reporting to the commander-in-chief, our brothers are already lurking a hundred meters outside the entrance of Dagu, waiting for your military order..."
"Okay...brothers, bring more muskets, bows and arrows...attack the city..." Mailer let out a strange cry. Three cannons rang out in the camp, and the dark crowd rushed towards the barbed wire fence and trenches.
"Go, go, go... those with guns, shoot, those with bows and arrows, let go... move, don't wait foolishly for the enemy to shoot..." Mailer and his cronies, the generals, shouted desperately after the crowd, and the soldiers were also loyal carried out their orders.
The charge was very noisy. The soldiers rushed to the barbed wire and fell to the ground. The rifles in their hands fired forward. From a distance, it looked like a fiery snake twisting and deforming on the ground.
Behind this fire snake, there are countless Eight Banners athletes holding bows and arrows. They bend their bows and throw arrows into the sky. Each feather arrow draws a perfect parabola in mid-air and hits the defenders in the trench. Not to mention this formation The rain of arrows falling from the sky really caused some casualties.
"Array of torches...prepare reflective iron plates...battlefield lighting...the idiot actually learned how to attack at night..." Tietoutuo ran wildly in the trench, trying every means to boost the morale of his brothers.
The kerosene horse lanterns were turned to the brightest, and the semicircular tinplate sheets were set behind them. These were simple searchlights. Hundreds of these searchlights were placed above the trenches, and the battlefield was suddenly illuminated brightly.
Tietoutuo laughed as soon as he saw Qingbing's posture, "They can actually crawl forward? They can actually shoot while lying down? Look at their big butts, which are higher than those of a woman with eight children. Isn’t this looking for a fight..."
"Brothers, let them open their eyes and see how a musket is used..." After Tietutuo said this, he raised his hand and fired, and with a snap, his big butt was pierced.
The old saying goes well. Those who serve as soldiers must practice. Fighting is a professional job and every movement must be standard. The Manchu soldiers of the Qing Dynasty had nothing to say about how to open a bow and release an arrow. From the maintenance of the bow and arrows to tips on protecting your fingers when releasing an arrow, they could tell you for three days and three nights.
But now in the war in the age of muskets, the old tactics can no longer be used. Just look at the soldiers with the highest buttocks. It can be seen that they have been cavalry. The big buttocks that are arched on the ground have become the new army's. target.
Bang, bang, bang... This intensive shooting inflicted great pain on the Qingyao group. Many of them were shot in the buttocks, either through each other or having large pieces of flesh torn off, and the wailing sounds were endless.
"Butt... I'm so immoral to his ancestors. How can I shit tomorrow... Where's the one shooting arrows from behind? Why don't you hurry up and... cover us..."
There are more than a thousand archers hidden in the darkness behind the musketeers. They lie on the ground when avoiding shooting, but the bows and arrows in their hands are ready. When the commander behind them gives the order, they will quickly stand up and half-crouch, and then The bow and arrow shoot diagonally upward into the sky.
Bang bang bang... After a rainstorm-like sound of bowstrings, more than a thousand feather arrows flew into the sky, forming a perfect parabola and then hit the trench area hard.
Tietoutuo never expected that the nearly perfect tactics of trench defense would meet its natural nemesis here. No matter how deep or wide the trenches were, they could not defend against weapons falling from the sky. The new army was completely equipped with Western-style equipment, such as armor. It's not even under consideration.
The woolen military uniforms were light and comfortable but had no defense at all, and had no ability to withstand the heavy rain of bows and arrows.
Bows and arrows fell into the trench with clatter, and the bloody smell of arrows hitting countless people's heads, shoulders, and backs suddenly filled the entire trench.
"Damn it, get into the permanent bunker immediately and take shelter... What are you holding on to? At least find a wooden board to block your head..." Tietoutuo shouted as he grabbed an arrow and was caught in his hand.
"Damn, the big river and the big waves are coming. It's really a hell to let this little mosquito torment you now... Don't be afraid, brothers. This is a rain of arrows thrown over. It is much less powerful than a direct shot. It can be divided by one person." Just use a wooden box to protect your vitals and you’ll be fine..."
The attack of the arrow rain only caused the death of a few unlucky ones. Most of the New Army soldiers suffered minor injuries, which were not fatal but painful. It was impossible not to affect their shooting.
The change in the shooting frequency of the new army will naturally make Mailer and others notice. Mailer is not a fool. He only had a few words of discussion with his cronies to understand the clues.
"My dear, I finally found their flaw... These soldiers don't have armor, so they can't guard against our bows and arrows... I was stupid before, I just thought about shooting flatly, without thinking about the people hiding in the trenches. , A flat shot is of no use..."
Mailer patted his head and said, "What a pig's brain... Since this bow and arrow cannot be shot when it is flat, why can't it fall from the sky? I have lost all the good stuff of my ancestors..."
Thinking of this, Mailer shouted, "Gather all the archers in the rear camp and fight me according to this tactics... Raise your hands and shoot with your back, don't worry about whether it is accurate or not, just use a large rain of arrows on me." Cover the past...I am really a genius..."
Facts have proved that cold weapons are not useless. As long as the leaders are willing to use their brains, there are many ways to defeat the enemy, and shooting bows and arrows from the trenches is really a good way. This is actually the combat principle of howitzers and mortars.
The shooting angle is high and the ballistic trajectory is curved. When fired from the side of the mountain, the cannon can fly over the mountain and hit the back of the mountain, let alone trenches dug on the ground.
There was no shortage of Eight Banners soldiers who knew how to shoot bows and arrows. Soon the phalanx of archers increased from one thousand to three thousand. The heavy rain of bows and arrows after each salvo made the trenches look like bushes.
The new army finally couldn't bear the intensity of the attack, and everyone began to gather at the permanent fortifications in the trenches to avoid the rain of arrows. At this time, the Qing musketeers in the front row finally found an opportunity, and sneaked over one by one, taking out their tiger knives. Head pliers come to rescue the destroyed barbed wire fence.
In just over ten minutes, more than a dozen four- to five-meter-wide gaps were cut in the barbed wire fence. The SAR's trench defense finally reached its most critical moment.
Now General Liu Lang in the special zone is also very worried. The battle situation on the sea and in the trenches are all gathered in front of him. Countless eager eyes are waiting for his decision. However, Liu Lang is a veteran of the Kingdom of Heaven after all, and there is no such thing as After experiencing this kind of modern war, he has been completely blinded.
what to do? What should be done? The gray-bearded general almost lost his beard. And just when he was completely at his wits' end, Xiao Letian's old friend and the earliest planner of the Industrial Zone, Mike Carnegie, came over.
"General, I already know the problems we encountered on the battlefield. Please rest assured that there will be no problems in the trenches. I have a way..."
"What can you do? Can you still invite heavenly soldiers and generals?"
"Haha, General, have you forgotten? Hasn't Mr. Xiao Letian always praised the power of industry? Well, today I will let you see with your own eyes what the power of industry is... Please follow me..."
Mike led the way, followed by General Liu Lang and his soldiers. They walked all the way to a factory deep in the westernmost part of the Special Administrative Region. This was one of the few places where one could avoid artillery fire. The first arsenal of the Special Administrative Region was set up here.
The factory building built of red bricks is extremely spacious and filled with many wooden boxes, which are industrial equipment that have not yet had time to be unpacked. There are forty or fifty American engineers and technicians gathered in the factory, half of them are Black people.
Liu Lang had been here before the war started. At that time, the place was in chaos and there was no machinery. However, in just a few days, the steam engine to provide power had been installed, and now the furnace was started. Two black workers were working on it. Adding coal to it rhythmically, the big shovel wheel is like dancing.
Connected to the steam engine is a strange machine that is more than three people tall and has a huge hammer on it that looks very weird.
"General, this is called a punch press. It relies on the power of steam engines to process iron tools. The magic weapon to defend against the Manchu arrow rain is produced here... Alright, gentlemen, let our Eastern generals see what the power of industry is..."
Just do what they said. The black technicians began to operate the punch. A thin roll of soft tinplate was slid to one side of the punch. Soon the heavy hammer was lifted up. When the iron sheet was installed in place, the huge The battering ram hit the iron sheet with a loud bang.
Liu Lang couldn't believe his eyes at all. He didn't expect this iron guy to be so strong. He cut off a piece of the iron sheet at once. After he lifted it up again, a strange-shaped object appeared under the hammer.
Mike held the round thing and asked, "General, look, what is this?"
"What else could this be? Isn't this just a tin straw hat? I wore it when working in the crop fields...wait? What do you mean..." Liu Lang pointed at the tin straw hat, and his ten fingers looked like he was having an epileptic fit. Changing into various shapes.
"You mean...let our brothers wear this thing to defend themselves against the bows and arrows in the sky?"
"Hahaha, that's right. My Lord General, if you give me twenty minutes, I will produce at least two hundred iron straw hats for you... You can have as many as you want..."
What made Liu Lang even more incredible was that the group of black technicians actually stacked ten iron sheets together and placed them under the battering ram. There was a loud banging sound. The battering ram was so powerful that it actually rushed out ten iron straw hats at once. .
"It's unbelievable. Isn't this the power of nine cows and two tigers? Is this the power of industry that the Prime Minister has always said? Isn't this too capable?"
On this night of the bloody battle in Tanggu, the first industrial steel helmet in human history was born in the hands of Mike Carnegie. Young Mike relied on his invention to successfully save the lives of countless soldiers. His merits will eventually be remembered by the human world forever. of remembering.
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