Wearing double layers of heavy armor to march in knee-deep snow is not an easy thing in itself, as the Guan Bao of Niu Lu Zhangjing, before he walked a hundred steps, he was already tired and out of breath, in fact, if it wasn't for the deep snow, they might have pushed the shield cart to resist the Ming army's guns.

But now, they can only rely on the double layer of heavy armor on their bodies to resist the Ming army's guns and lead, but their faces are not afraid of color, Guan Bao's soldiers, most of the East China Sea Jurchen tribe, that is, the Hezhe people of later generations, because they are clothed by the skin of salmon, so the Ming army often calls it "fish skin tartar", compared with the Jianzhou Jurchens, these Jurchens who came to Heilongjiang are more barbaric, of course, more brave, and even don't know what death is! According to Nurhachi's statement, these raw girls are all powerful Baturu, so every time these brave fishskin tartars are in front of the charge in heavy armor, playing the role of heavy infantry in battle.

At this time, the same is true, Guan Bao, who led more than a thousand Jurchens, shouted in Manchurian from time to time. The meaning of the words is that after beating the long trench, the emperor will be rewarded heavily, and the heavy reward will immediately arouse everyone's fighting spirit and make them excited. They didn't fight for the emperor. Moreover, they themselves were conquered by the Jianzhou Jurchens. The reason why they will charge for the Jianzhou Jurchens is precisely because the emperor's reward is tantamount to a windfall from heaven for them, the poor Jurchens, even if it is only a few pieces of cloth, it will make the women in the family happy for a month or two, and it would be better if there were a few more pieces of jewelry.

Of course, every time the emperor's reward is very rich, so even though they are conquered, they are also willing to fight for the emperor, after all, war means more wealth, more reward!

Holding an iron axe weighing more than ten pounds, Nalu gasped and stared at the long trench in front of him, his only thought now was to rush over and cut off the Ming Dog behind the trench. Then he took the money and cloth rewarded by the emperor and went home. Women and children are waiting!

Naru stared at the Ming army, and the Ming army was also staring at them. It's not just the infantry that is staring at them, it's the artillery that is staring at them.

In the 12-mile-long trench, in addition to the gun positions of hundreds of nine-pound mountain howitzers, there are also nearly 50 eighteen-pound field guns, which have a long range and great power, so they are arranged on the rear rammed earth batteries and play the role of a backbone deterrent.

When Kennu jumped out of the long trench, the gunners on the turret immediately noticed their movement and immediately prepared for the shooting.

"They're coming!"

The gunners shouted excitedly, and while they were making final preparations for the opening of the cannon, the gun commander on the fort stared at Jiannu with binoculars, staring at some stones near them, those stones that were full of thousands of catties, all deliberately separated from the battlefield, there was one every 100 meters, marking the distance of two kilometers in depth.

In fact, those Jiannu who shouted for killing did not know that within two thousand meters in front of the Ming army's trench, there was actually a "slaughterhouse" that they had carefully constructed, and any prey that entered this slaughterhouse would inevitably be slaughtered.

"Ten, Eleven...... Positioning Thirteen! ”

Counting the stones from the telescope, the assistant next to the gun commander immediately took the calculation book and compared it with the numbers, these numbers corresponded to the distance, with the distance, there was naturally the flight time of the shell, and the delay fuse could be set more standardly, and then he shouted loudly.

"Distance, thirteen, 4 seconds of fuse timing, one less hole!"

At his shout, the gunner drilled an awl into a small hole above the 4-second scale of the wooden conical tube, revealing a little gunpowder. The so-called less drilling, that is, drilling one more pinhole in the net. Less than four seconds after the reduced delay.

After the gunner stuffed the wooden tube into the cannonball, the whole shell was stuffed into the barrel, and a moment later, with an order, the gunner lit the triggering rope.

With a roar, the battery was drowned in a cloud of white smoke. Duoduo and the others, who were miles away, could clearly see the smoke spewing from behind the Ming army's long trench.

Their redcoat cannons fired!

"If there is no shield car, and it is not a dense infantry formation, what is the use of the red-coat cannon?"

Duoduo couldn't help but snort, the red-clothed cannon was powerful, but it could only be used to break the city and bombard. A loose camp like Guan Bao, with a red-coated cannon, is simply overkill!

"But no, it seems that this virtuous son is nothing more than that!"

Almost at the moment when their words fell, suddenly, they were surprised to see more than a dozen clouds of smoke explode in the air, black and white smoke one after another.

What's going on?

"Kill the ......"

Guan Bao, who was burying his head in the attack, also saw the cannon smoke in the rear of the Ming army, but he did not feel the slightest fear, he had been fighting for many years, he was not a fool, he scattered the men and horses on the battlefield like scattering beans, such a scattered formation, the bird guns were not accurate, and the artillery was even more inaccurate.

At best, it's just hitting an unlucky guy!

About three and a half seconds is enough time for Guan Bao and the fish skin tartars under his command to think a lot, of course, those savage fish skin tartars who don't know what death is, don't bother to think about it at all, in their simple thinking, it is to kill the Ming people, rob the Ming people, and exchange them for the emperor's reward.

When they raised their heads, they could see that the cannonball was flying slowly, because it was flying very slowly, so there was still a chance to avoid its trajectory, and at this moment, the cannonball, which was getting closer and closer, suddenly exploded in the air, when it blew up clouds of black and white smoke. Small lead bullets exploded and were thrown from the air like scattered flowers. After the gunpowder of the shell exploded the shell, the hundreds of lead pellets contained in the shell still maintained their previous speed and flew to the enemy in front of them, which was no less powerful than the close fire of a shotgun. These 17 mm diameter lead bullets can easily beat people into a sieve.

This is a shrapnel!

When the detonator explodes the projectile, the projectile will fly at the enemy in front of it at its previous speed, and it will be as powerful as a shotgun at close range. However, compared to the shorter range of shotguns, shrapnel can effectively kill enemy soldiers at medium and long ranges, and it can explode over the target according to the set fuse. After the explosion, thousands of lead bullets can fly forward like scattered flowers, and such "long-range shotguns" are undoubtedly the most lethal for infantry.

In fact, since the day the British invented the shrapnel in the Napoleonic Wars, for a hundred years, he has been the best cannonball with the best lethal effect at medium and long distances, and in order to hold this line of defense, Zhu Guoqiang chose it without hesitation, of course, its technology is not complicated, but it is just a buckshot in an iron shell.

This was the first time it had been used on the battlefield, and Naru and the people around him, who had rushed to the front in the first place, did not feel the danger, after all, the smoke was still a hundred steps away from them, but in the next moment, they heard a "chirp" sound like a rain of arrows, and they watched with their eyes as the black dots that came at them were like rain, enveloping them in it.

Driven by kinetic energy, the 17mm lead bullet easily tore through the armor on their bodies, first through the piercing armor on Naru's body, and then through the cloth armor, the lead bullet that had been twisted and deformed, instantly sank into his chest, broke the ribs, and then stuck in the internal organs.

At the moment of being hit, Naru even felt the burning sensation in his body after the lead bullet hit his body, like a piece of charcoal on his chest, hot and painful, and then the whole person's legs were weak, and he fell into the snow, and blood flowed out of the gaps in the armor.

"Ah......h

As he screamed, blood poured out of his lips, his lungs were broken, and although he was not afraid of death, when death came, he still screamed and struggled in horror, and he tried to raise his hand, but found that his arm had been broken, and blood was gushing from the severed arm.

Around him, there were people lying in pools of blood, although under the protection of the armor and there were no broken corpses, but most of these people were seriously injured, bullets stuck in their bodies, taking their lives little by little, blood flowed down the armor, dyeing the white snow red, and everywhere there were crying and screaming Jiannu.

Sometimes injuries are often more terrible than death, especially when people are seriously injured and dying, where they let out a very miserable wail, and their howls are undoubtedly a heavy psychological blow to others.

However, it was only a round of shelling, and the Jiannu between the two armies were killed and wounded, and the original team of more than 1,000 people actually fell down nearly half of them at once.

The shelling did not stop!

Of course, those fishskin tartars also did not stop because of the screams and death around them, and even the smell of blood around them stimulated their fighting spirit, making them shout excitedly and launch a charge. And as they charged, in the air in front of them, clouds of white smoke exploded again, and in the explosion, thousands of lead bullets whistled and rained down on their bodies.

But it was only an instant, and many more fishskin tartars fell to the ground, in a pool of blood.

Under the fierce attack of artillery fire, the battlefield at this time was no longer a zone of strength and savagery, as in the past, but a zone of iron and fire, in which the strength and savagery of the guards were only futilely increased by relatively precise calculations, designs, and guards.

Of course, for the fishskin tartars in the middle of it, they didn't even know that they had broken into a death trap......