"The heaven and the earth are unkind and regard all things as stupid dogs; the saints are unkind and regard the common people as stupid dogs."
The new flintlock guns of Taichang in the second year of the year are all shot by faith in the hands of the gunmen.
The actual location where this thing hits is very different from the location where it was originally traced. Aiming for the head and kicking, but not aiming for a headshot are the norm.
When European armies of the same period were shooting, they used the outer wall of the barrel as a baseline to aim at the target, and then prayed to God.
Simply put, the flintlock gun is casual marksmanship.
The flintlock method of warfare in this era was basically to line up and shoot. Hundreds or even thousands of people approached each other until the two sides were within a hundred paces or closer, and then fired at each other with guns.
As a sane fusilier, the only thing you need to do the second before you pull the trigger is to close your eyes and pray to God.
It's a pity that Yang Tong does not believe in God.
He shoots more accurately than others, harder than others, and he doesn't need to pray to any god.
However, since he rescued the woman in the dungeon, Yang Tong felt more worried.
Certain factors delayed the speed of this sharpshooter's shot.
So, he believed in Taoism.
Every time he shot an enemy, he would pray to Taishang Laojun.
I hope the old man will protect the gun from exploding.
"Man is weak in life, and strong in death."
There was a crack of a flintlock gun, and a cloud of white smoke floated around the long sign.
On the top of the city fifty steps away from the Yuanyang Formation, a Zhengbai Banner fell to the ground.
After a moment of panic among the dozens of armored soldiers behind them, they quickly locked onto the sniper's position and fired a dozen big bows in this direction.
Heavy arrows roared towards him, and the long card player defended in time. The arrow cluster hit the long card with a bang.
The Jiannu archers continued to shoot arrows, but the wave of soldiers in front had already rushed towards them.
Jiannu had no choice but to put down his rifle bow, draw his waist knife and fight with the rushing spearmen.
Yang Tong took out the pebble from his arms and added a black line on it. This was the twelfth Hou Jin soldier shot today.
This improvised mandarin duck formation immediately moved towards the bottom of Wengcheng. The long card player came to the front, Yang Tong followed closely behind, and the sword and shield players and spearmen came behind.
Behind them, soldiers kept jumping up to the city. Under the hail of arrows fired from the city, more and more soldiers appeared on the city and began to attack the main city.
Yang Tong and his five teammates had just reached the corner of the steps of Wengcheng when three or four Zhenyi armored soldiers rushed up to them. The four Jian slaves were covered in blood and were gasping for air. They must have just experienced a bloody battle.
Four Hou Jin soldiers and five Kaiyuan soldiers met unexpectedly, or they met on a narrow road, and they were all a little panicked. The leader, the Jiannu, looked over Yang Tong's head and looked at the dark distance climbing up the ladder. The soldiers on board had a look of horror on their faces.
He stayed for a moment, and then turned his attention back to the five Nikans in front of him.
Yang Tong glanced at the steps in the distance. Human blood was dripping down. The bottom of the steps was strewn with corpses of soldiers. It seemed that the hundreds of Kaiyuan troops who had just entered the city had all been killed or injured.
Farther away, numerous bagaras with small white triangular flags on their backs climbed up the stairs from both sides of the barbican. They were all fierce and furious, and they seemed to be red-eyed, vowing to take back the lost barbican.
Both sides shouted at the same time.
"kill!"
Yang Tong suddenly pulled out two flint-haired muskets from his waist, without aiming, he aimed forward and pulled the trigger.
Almost at the same time as the firecracker exploded, a short ax slashed hard at the joint of Yang Tong's left arm. He quickly dodged, and the ax hit the flintlock gun in his hand, directly smashing the gun out.
The sword and shield wielder behind him couldn't dodge and was hit by the ax blade in the chest. He fell to the ground and screamed twice, then stopped moving.
At the same time, two spears in the Yuanyang formation were thrown at the same time, piercing the body of the ax-throwing slave.
In the midst of lightning and flint, three of the four Zhenyi armored soldiers on the opposite side were killed and one was seriously injured. On the Yuanyang Formation side, a sword and shield wielder was seriously injured, while the others were unscathed.
The swordsman and shield hand quickly lost his breath. Yang Tong had no friendship with this young man, and there was no chance of them even meeting each other. They were already separated by life and death before they even met.
Yang Tong looked calm. Death is the most common sight on the battlefield. Liu Ya Leng Jian will not avoid you just because you are a new soldier. Yang Tong gently closed his eyes for this little brother and looked at the swarm of people approaching him in the distance a hundred steps away. The white flag armor soldier in front suddenly remembered that he was still a corps commander, so he loudly ordered the living people around him to start taking action.
"It will take at least half a stick of incense for the reinforcements to arrive. The Tatars will arrive first. You two pile up the corpses and stones and place them on the edge of the steps to form a parapet!"
"You guys, go push that little cannon over! The muzzle of the cannon is facing Jiannu."
Everyone immediately started working separately. At this time, Jiannu who rushed to the front began to throw light arrows, and the shots jingled on the bluestone at the top of the city. At first, there were a few sparse arrows, but as they went to the back, the arrow rain became more and more dense. .
The soldiers were running back and forth carrying round shields. Soon someone was shot in the leg by an arrow. After falling to the ground, he lost the protection of his shield and was quickly shot into a hedgehog.
Yang Tong did not move the bodies and artillery, but hid behind the chest to load ammunition.
He shook off the burnt gunpowder residue from the gun tube, carefully stuffed the spherical iron pellets wrapped with paper into the gun tube, pressed them with a straight rod, turned the flintlock gun over, opened the rear sight, and pointed it into the medicine pool. Add gunpowder.
After loading, he fixed the well-made flintlock gun on a fork frame more than three feet high.
Two bricks weighing more than ten kilograms are pressed on the fork. In this way, the shooting accuracy of the flintlock gun, which was originally fired casually, has been greatly improved.
In fact, Yang Tong's usual training can make him hit nine out of ten shots within a hundred steps.
At this time, the soldiers pushed the Tatar replica four-pound cannon in front of the corpse parapet. The three of them were tired and panting, leaning on the barrel and gasping for air. A spearman from Sichuan soldiers saw Yang Tong loading iron. Pill, screamed.
"The Immortal is very serious, and the lead he uses is different from others!"
The poker player from Zhejiang Bingchang next to him said with disdain:
"Having eyes that cannot see Mount Tai, he knows how to attack. He is the sharpshooter of the 2000 headquarters. He has shot fifty-five Tatars in Hunhe. If he hadn't offended Mr. Deng Qian, how could he be a little corps commander..." ····”
After hearing this, a swordsman and shield player from Shaanxi disdainfully cleaned up:
"God, how is it possible for one person to kill fifty-five Tatars? That's nonsense!"
Seeing that several people around him were very interested in Yang Tong, the Zhejiang Army Captain player wanted to talk endlessly about Yang Tong's glorious achievements.
The words reached his lips and he swallowed them back. The real owner glared at him fiercely and said loudly to the surroundings:
"Who's going to fire the cannon?"
Behind the breastwork, which was a mixture of Tatar corpses and stones, stood twenty or thirty soldiers. They came from more than a dozen flag teams of three thousand headquarters. They had swords, shields, spearmen, and palladium hands, but there was no artillery.
After calling twice and getting no answer, Yang Tong sighed and decided to do it himself.
Yang Tong has never been an artilleryman, but when the artillerymen get to the top of the city, they can collect their corpses.
He has seen artillerymen firing artillery. From cleaning the barrel to compacting the gunpowder, he basically understands every step. The situation is urgent now, and he can't care about it. If they don't fire, they will die soon. If the barrel is exploded, they may still survive. several.
At this time, there was an earth-shattering roar from behind, and a dozen iron balls whizzed past their heads three or four feet high.
Yang Tong could feel his hair being lifted up by the heat wave and flying back along with the shells.
Three hundred steps away, the six-pounder gun roared again. The shells passed over the barbican and flew towards the city, hitting the two yellow flags formation that was gathering in the city.
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Looking towards the west gate from the position of the Central Military Flag, a huge black dragon battle flag was erected at the corner of the barbican city.
The 1,000th headquarters soldiers appeared one after another at the top of the city. The soldiers waved their weapons and killed the injured Houjin Fire Gunsmen one by one at the top of the city. However, they continued to rush towards the two wings of the Wengcheng, trying to expand the results and pursue those who were too late. The retreating Zhengbai Banner soldiers.
"The dust has settled and the war is over."
Ping Liaohou looked back at Deng Changxiong, Kang Ying, Qian Sun Chuanting and others, with a winner's smile finally showing on his face. The two red flags were destroyed, the white flag surrendered, and the blue flag was far away in Yehe. The remaining troops in Huang Taiji's hands were no more than the two yellow flags plus the blue flag and the white flag. He was confident that Hou Jin would be annihilated in one fell swoop.
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The light sword and shield soldiers entered the urn city corridor from the steps on both sides. They pushed aside the corpses of the rear Jin soldiers and opened the urn city gate from the inside.
The heavy city gate creaked open, and the soldiers waiting in front of the moat immediately poured into the small urn city like a dense swarm of ants.
The entire city of Hetuala is about to be captured.
After the Wengcheng was taken, the 1,000th general soldier rested in the Wengcheng. The pikemen were on guard, and the soldiers were busy drinking water and eating fried noodles.
The 2000 headquarters, which had not participated in the siege before, continued to attack the four gates along the barbican city.
Soldiers wear iron armor to fight, and their physical strength will be exhausted after running for more than two miles. It is especially important to maintain sufficient physical strength on the battlefield. Strong soldiers who kill dozens of miles along the way can only appear in the mythical world.
The artillerymen commanded the surrendered armored soldiers with white flags, dragged thirty-two artillery pieces to the top of the west gate, and began to continuously bombard the recalcitrant Houjin soldiers at the three gates in the southeast and north.
The Zhengbai Banner troops stationed in the middle of the street have also become the focus of artillery care.
The soldiers took the flag team as a unit and entered the inner city from Wengcheng in turn. After Yongding Gate, they reached the main city of Hetuala. Like many cities in the Ming Dynasty, the main street of Hetuala was the North and South Streets.
After the Zhengbai Banner fled from Wengcheng, they built a barricade in the middle of the street. The armored soldiers stood behind the barricade and used the remaining artillery to bombard the street entrances on both sides to prevent the Kaiyuan soldiers from infiltrating along the street to other city gates.
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