Chapter 2138 Envy and Hatred

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Three days passed without any movement in the city.

Jia Shenwu walked in from outside the tent, picked up the big tea vat in front of Xiao Wu, put it to his mouth and drank from it.

After drinking all the water in it, he wiped his lips and said, "This turtle grandson really doesn't keep his word. If I had known better, I wouldn't have let him go."

"What? Didn't the money come to you?" Xiao Wu said jokingly.

Jia Shenwu put down the teapot and said: "What a piece of money, not even a copper plate. None of these officials are good, they are full of lies."

"Ha ha."

Xiao Wu couldn't help laughing when he saw Jia Shenwu looking frustrated.

"No, I have to fire two shots, otherwise I will feel uncomfortable." Jia Shenwu stepped out of the tent.

Seeing this, Xiao Wu didn't stop him.

Daily bombardment of Kaifeng Fucheng has become a regular thing for them. They have to bombard Kaifeng every day without interruption.

The artillery positions were some way in front of the camp.

On the battlefield, artillery has always been at the forefront, or on both wings of the military formation, rather than in later generations, where artillery positions were mostly placed behind the infantry.

Jia Shenwu led a group of soldiers to the artillery position.

Because the artillery team had already shelled Kaifeng Fucheng, they were packing up and preparing to return to the camp.

"Everyone stops, all gunners are in position immediately." As soon as Jia Shenwu arrived, he immediately asked the gunners to put down their work and return to their combat posts.

It was the third squadron of the artillery team that bombarded Kaifeng Fucheng today.

Squad leader Huang Youfu ran over quickly, gave a military salute first, and then said: "Deputy Battalion Commander, didn't you just go back?"

"There is an order to bombard Kaifeng City." Jia Shenwu said.

After hearing this, Huang Youfu asked curiously: "Didn't the cannons be fired today? Is it possible that we are going to attack Kaifengfu City with all our strength today?"

"Stop talking nonsense, hurry up and prepare for three rounds of artillery bombardment on Kaifeng City." Jia Shenwu drove Huang Youfu, the artillery team leader, away from him.

The Tiger Flag has long been free of gunpowder. Every once in a while, a batch of combat preparation materials will be shipped from the rear, so the artillery team is not short of gunpowder.

Since the deputy battalion is willing to bombard Kaifeng Fucheng, Huang Youfu should train troops for his own artillery team.

"All gunners immediately enter the battle order, targeting Kaifeng Fucheng." Huang Youfu shouted while blowing the copper whistle hanging around his neck.

The gunners on the artillery position ran and quickly entered their respective positions.

"The first group is ready."

"The second group is ready."

"The third group is ready."

Huang Youfu's artillery team consists of three groups, each group is equipped with four four-pound guns, for a total of twelve guns.

"Three rounds of rapid fire, freedom begins." Huang Youfu ordered the three gun crews.

boom! boom! boom!

The sound of artillery sounded soon, and the twelve four-pound cannons of the three groups were fired almost at the same time. The cannons fell like raindrops on the city wall in front.

Because of the tacit understanding between the two sides during this period, the defenders in the city all knew that after the Tiger Flag's artillery fired once, they would basically not fire again at Kaifeng Fucheng within a day.

Many soldiers on the city wall had already fired a cannon outside the city. They had just returned to the city wall and were too defensive, so they were caught off guard.

Many soldiers were directly hit by the cannons fired onto the city wall and died on the spot. In addition, the kinetic energy of the solid bullets directly affected many soldiers.

For a time, there were heavy casualties on the city wall, and broken arms and limbs were scattered on the ground.

"These rebels are crazy. They haven't fired artillery before. Why did they suddenly fire artillery?" A young soldier hiding in the watchtower muttered angrily.

From the watchtower, he saw that many defenders of the city lost their lives due to carelessness.

"Look at what you said. I can fire my own cannon as much as I want. Is it possible that I have to discuss it with you in advance before firing?" an older soldier next to him retorted.

The young soldier who complained before said: "I think these bandits are so wicked. They only fire once a day. After paralyzing the defenders in the city, they suddenly fire twice in succession. How many brothers will die in this battle?" In their hands."

"Okay, the city is surrounded by others. They might break the city sooner or later." The older soldier sat cross-legged on the ground, leaning against the brick wall, not looking at the tragic situation on the wall.

Because the watchtower they were in was in the southeast corner, which happened to be not the location for shelling, so it was relatively safe.

When the young soldier heard the other party's dejected words, he immediately retorted: "There are tens of thousands of troops defending the city. If the rebels were really capable, they would have captured Kaifeng City long ago. The reason why we besieged and refused to attack is because they cannot capture Kaifeng City. "

"Still too young." The older soldier shook his head and chuckled.

After hearing this, the young soldier quit and said, "This has nothing to do with youth. If the rebels really have the ability to attack the city directly, it will be up to me whether I can defeat the cowardice of them."

"Those generals like you for being obedient, easy to fool, and willing to sacrifice your life." The older soldier looked at the other's young face and remembered that he seemed to be like this when he was young.

The young soldier was not happy about what the other party said about him, so he said: "We are officers and soldiers, and there are bandits outside the city. It is not something that officers and soldiers should do to kill bandits. Old Niutou, there is something wrong with you!"

"You turtle grandson, let me ask you, what have you eaten these days?" The older soldier pulled out a piece of hay from under his butt and held it in his mouth.

When he heard about eating, the young soldier smiled and said: "Drink porridge, two meals a day, it is delicious. Over the past few days, I have saved a lot of food for the family."

"I bribed your turtle grandson after just two meals of gruel. We are working hard! We drink gruel every day and can't even pick up a knife." The older soldier spat on the ground and took the stick with him. Hay was also spat on the ground.

The smile on the young soldier's face faded a little and he said: "It's good to be able to drink porridge. There are some rice grains at the bottom of the bowl. When I was at home, I couldn't bear to put rice grains in the porridge. The thin porridge could be used as a mirror." .”

"Instead of talking about the defenders in the city, let's talk about the rebels outside the city." The older soldier raised his hand and pointed in the direction outside the city and said, "How many meals do people eat a day?"

"Three, three meals!" the young soldier said with some uncertainty.

"That's right, three meals." The older soldier said, "I've seen it clearly these days. Smoke rises three times a day from their camp. They have one more lunch than us. The key is, they still have fucking meat to eat. .”

He sniffed hard.

As long as there is no strong wind, the defenders on the city wall can smell the aroma of meat outside the city every day.

The garrison soldiers who only drank two meals of gruel every day were not greedy after smelling it.

"Everything the rebels eat is stolen from us people. I don't know how many people in Kaifeng have been harmed by bandits. I really want to chop these bandits with a knife." Not only did the young soldiers not envy the food of the rebels outside the city, Meat, on the contrary, showed hatred to the point of itch.

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