"call out!"
"There's a situation!"
"The Ming Army's flying firearms are here again!"
…
A series of exclamations and sharp arrows sounded in the central camp. The faces of the generals of the Jiannu Allied Forces became solemn, and then the chief general of the Fuso Firearms Battalion, Miyamoto Hideuchi, jumped on his horse and rushed out.
Behind them were hundreds of sergeants carrying large cannons and sergeants pushing light cannons.
At the edge of the camp, looking at the Ming Dynasty hot air balloon getting closer and closer, Miyamoto Hideucha looked at the hundreds of half-kneeling sergeants in front of him, carrying large barrels on their shoulders, and waved the command flag fiercely in his hand. Down.
"put!"
"withdraw!"
The fuse ignited, making a hissing burning sound, accompanied by a slight flicker of fire.
Amidst the roaring sounds, stick fire arrows that were more than a meter long and about an inch thick, with their heads flashing with cold light, flew towards the hot air balloon that was getting closer and closer.
After firing, Sergeant Fuso quickly retreated and reloaded his ammunition.
"Damn it, you really used this thing to fight back!"
"Pull up, pull up!"
"Stay still!"
"Act according to plan!"
Amidst the shouts, the hot air balloon rose to a certain height again.
Most of the shooting ranges of hug-type barrels are about three to four hundred meters, but they are flat shots. This kind of diagonal throw reduces the range a lot, and the accuracy is not even a little bit worse.
The sticks and fire arrows flew past the balloon and the hanging basket of the hot air balloon, and then fell into the distance.
Although the accuracy was poor, Youdao was able to work miracles with great force and try his luck with the quantity. Some of the hundreds of sticks and fire arrows were still inserted into the hanging basket and shot through the ball bag.
The fragmentation of a balloon with a diameter of more than ten centimeters is almost negligible compared to a balloon of two to three hundred square meters, but the sergeant on the hot air balloon quickly threw the thunder.
In just three or four breaths, twenty thunderbolts were thrown out, losing hundreds of kilograms of weight. The hot air balloon suddenly rose again, and its flight speed increased again.
There was a violent explosion on the ground, smoke and dust dispersed, covering an area hundreds of meters in radius, and the undamaged hot air balloon quickly headed towards the center of the Jiannu coalition camp.
This scene caused a huge change in the expressions of the senior leaders of the coalition forces watching the battle, and they roared at the sergeants to disperse.
A quarter of an hour later, the smoke and dust dissipated above the camp, leaving behind numerous large craters and some burning tents that had been blown up.
Looking at some of the wounded and groaning sergeants, the coalition generals breathed a sigh of relief. The counterattack just now proved that the strategy was effective.
But they guessed the beginning, but not the ending.
The nightmare began. The Ming Dynasty's hot air balloons flew every hour. The key was that they didn't know which direction the Ming army would attack from. The soldiers holding the big tubes were exhausted!
Sometimes, as soon as the meal was ready, the Ming army came to bombard them, and the sergeants could only carry their rice bowls into the ditch to hide. When the Ming army left, the bowls were filled with half a bowl of dust and half a bowl of rice.
To eat or not to eat, that is a question. I don’t know when the Ming army will try it again. Eat it, but it will be hard to swallow.
But in order not to starve, I could only curse and swallow.
It’s just a meal, you can always take a bite.
But people have three urgent needs, they have to poop and pee. This rare moment of relaxation has been deprived of them. If they squat for one more breath, they may be killed directly, let alone sleep.
The most disgusting thing is that the Ming army doesn't throw thunderbolts every time. Sometimes they just come for a visit, sometimes they just throw one symbolically, and sometimes they throw hundreds.
But the Jiannu coalition army didn't dare to gamble. They tried their best to evade every time, and the sergeants were exhausted.
Once, the hot air balloon was shot down by several fire arrows. Amid the cheers of the coalition forces, the sergeant in the basket lit twenty thunderbolts. A huge mushroom cloud rose into the sky and leveled hundreds of meters in radius. The sergeants all died.
The whole camp went from being slightly frightened at first, to relieved, to panic, to finally uneasy and frightened.
For two or three days in a row, the Ming army made no other movements except for hot air balloons. All the sergeants of the Jiannu coalition army were exhausted, with dark circles, big bags under their eyes, and low spirits.
"Damn it, when will this damn life end!"
"Damn it, I've eaten at least half a catty of sand and soil in the past three days!"
"I feel aggrieved. When have I ever been angry like this? I can't fight, I can't retreat, how long will it last!"
"When? When the Ming army's firearms are almost exhausted before we can attack. Otherwise, with those explosive firearms, unless we can fly, we won't even be able to kill people!"
"What if the firearms of the Ming army are unlimited? Will they consume us or them?"
"This bastard, Turubaihu, is a solitary eater. We trust him so much in vain that he actually abandoned us!"
"How about we also follow Tulu Baihu Khan's example and rescue the people of the Ming Dynasty under the cover of darkness as a gift of surrender?"
"Stop talking nonsense, people from Ming Dynasty and people from North Korea are mixed together now, do you know who are the people from Ming Dynasty?
Now that it happened once, would Tian Conghan and the others be unprepared? If you go there now, you will be throwing yourself into a trap, and your death will be in vain! "
"Okay, just say a few words. If the superiors listen, you will need to have a military meeting. Let's wait a few days and see what happens. I think Tian Conghan and the others are more anxious than us!"
…
Indeed, Huang Taiji and Yagyu Munomi were quite angry.
At this moment, they all had serious doubts about the decision to build a defensive position along the Yalu River. If they knew that the Ming army had such flying firearms, they would definitely have other countermeasures.
To take a step back, if they knew that the Ming army could produce ballistas, flying thunder cannons, and advance with Hongyi cannons, they would never launch an attack.
At least Fusang would not allow Jiannu to jointly attack the Ming Dynasty, and would just stay in Fusang and gradually strengthen itself.
Now it's good, I've put all the fusang in it.
But in the Ming Dynasty military camp a few miles away, Chongzhen and the military generals lived very comfortably.
Especially for the military generals, they feel comfortable watching the hot air balloons floating around every day. They plan to conquer the enemy with the heart in mind, and defeat the enemy without fighting.
If we continue to play like this for two days, it will be considered good if we can retain half of the combat power of the Jiannu coalition.
It was another day, and Yuan Keli hurriedly entered the big tent: "Your Majesty, there is news from Sun Chuanting that Xincheng and Xiangshan have been occupied, and the defense has been completed with Mao Wenlong and Yuan Chonghuan."
"good!"
Chongzhen suddenly became energetic and his eyes were full of surprise.
Why not take advantage of the morale to attack the slave-building coalition immediately after Tulu Baihu Khan rescued the people of the Ming Dynasty? The main reason is to wait for the encirclement of various ministries to be completed.
No matter which direction the slave-building coalition forces go, they will be blocked by one force, and the other two will rush to help!
In the past few days, the hot air balloons had been used to torment the Jiannu Union Army. Although it consumed their energy and made them tired, it also made them full of energy.
