Trumpet!

In the billowing gunsmoke, the whip like a gunfire was still unusually harsh, and Song Guofu, who had descended with Geng Zhongming after the Wuqiao Mutiny, shouted loudly.

"If you want to live, push the cannon up the embankment!"

After that, he even ran to the Hongyi cannon himself, pushed the gun cart, and shouted.

"Go ......"

With the roar of everyone, the Hongyi cannon weighing more than 2,000 catties moved!

Under the desperate push of dozens of Qing artillerymen, the cumbersome four-wheeled artillery carriage moved and pushed in the direction of the river embankment.

Neither the Ming army nor the Qing army developed field artillery vehicles.

This may be due to the fact that the first large-scale Hongyi cannon imports were salvaged from sunken European warships off the coast, and those naval guns became the prototype of the Hongyi cannon cast by the Ming Dynasty, and of course, the four-wheeled naval gun carriage on the ship also became the prototype of the gun carriage.

Because of the heavy naval guns, most of the Ming troops used them to defend the city, and the four-wheeled gun vehicles used by the ships were also applicable. However, the Qing army used it for siege, although the four-wheeled artillery cart was inconvenient, but it was usually loaded on a horse-drawn cart when transferred, and it could be used.

However, this clumsy small wheel gun carriage has become a fatal weakness, although everyone desperately pushes the gun carriage, but the small wheel that sometimes gets stuck in the mud pit hinders the movement of the gun truck. Even a small pit the size of a fist can sink a half-foot-tall wheel into it for a while.

When Song Guofu led the Qing gunners to desperately push the artillery cart up the river embankment, the shells from the river became more dense.

Because the Ming gunboats were on the Yellow River, the Qing troops on the river embankment could only watch them swing cannonballs on their side, and in their opinion, this scene in front of them was spectacular - with a burst of violent cannon fire, clusters of white smoke and orange fire flashed in the fleet on the river. In an instant, there was an impenetrable loud sound in the air, and the cannonballs whistled through the air.

"Woo......"

It is difficult to describe the movement of the dull whistling sound, as if the whole sky had become a large drum on which countless sledgehammers were pounding and pounding. It only shook everyone's hearts.

In this thunderous whistling, hundreds of white smoke trails streaked through the air—they were the smoke from the burning of the wooden time fuse of a 24-pound cannonball, although there were flowering shells in this era, but the fuse at this time was a medicine twist, and this wooden tube would not be invented until a hundred years later, in fact, it was a hollow wooden tube with a column of black powder. When the cannon is discharged, the flame leaks from the gap between the shell and the barrel to the front of the shell, and the fuse detonates the shell at the specified time.

When the timed and accurate shells fall in the pile of people and explode, the severed limbs and broken arms that are blown away can even fly more than ten zhang away, compared to the black powder shells that can only produce more than ten or twenty fragments, this kind of high-explosive shells have more fragments when exploding, and the power is greater, in the dense rain of bullets, the battlefield is full of flying fragments, and the twisted fragments are roaring in the air and killing the people who are trying to block it.

The armor that once seemed sturdy was like a piece of paper in front of it, easily shredded, and the people who fled in a hurry were cut off a thigh as they ran, struggling in pools of blood, and the next moment, another cannonball was blown into the sky, turning into a mass of minced flesh and being thrown into the air, and then smashed to the ground.

In the violent explosion, Song Guofu felt that the ground under his feet was also trembling, his eyes widened in horror, staring at the battlefield behind him, what kind of battlefield was there, it was clearly a Shura field, and the area about half a mile away from the river embankment was full of chaos, and there were stumps and broken arms everywhere in the billowing smoke.

"What the hell is this cannon, why is it so powerful!"

It took a lot of effort, and at the moment when the Hongyi cannon was finally pushed up the river embankment under the push of dozens of shoulder pullers, looking at the white smoke that kept gushing out on the river, Song Guofu seemed to be frozen by magic.

"Oh my God, why are there so many gunboats!"

Despite his surprise, Song Guofu still shouted loudly.

"Quick, quick, aim at the gunboats on the river!"

There is no need for Song Guofu's shouting, these gunners trained by Sun Yuanhua in Dengzhou immediately took action, they adjusted the gun trucks one after another, pointing the guns at the Yellow River, they hoped to be able to kill the gunboats on the river as soon as possible, after all, everyone knows that at such a close distance, the slower the shelling, the more losses.

Finally, with their efforts, the muzzle of the black hole pointed directly at the Yellow River!

But in the next moment, an embarrassing situation happened, these gunners suddenly found that their cannons had become ornaments, and they could not reach the gunboats of the Ming army at all, and the reason turned out to be that they were ...... It's too close.

The mortar gun had a fast rate of fire, but a short range of less than 600 meters. Therefore, if you want to attack a target on the shore, you have to get as close to the river bank as possible, so the fleet fires almost close to the river bank.

But in this way, Song Guofu, who finally transported the cannon to the embankment, was embarrassed, and was placed on the embankment of the Yellow River several zhang high...... No, that is, a direct shot of zero degrees.

The ship's gun carriage did not think about firing at large depression angles at all, and of course there was no need for that. After all, in naval battles, direct fire is the mainstay.

Now at the top of the river embankment, Song Guofu and the gunners can only watch the Ming army's gunboats stop steadily on the riverside two hundred steps away, and the once invincible Hongyi cannon has become an ornament, and they now have no way at all except to watch the Ming gunboats spit and spit on them. But for spitting, this distance is a little farther!

"Lord Niulu, let's, we still have a trumpet Franc machine! It can break ......."

"Yes, yes, get the little Franc machine!"

Damn, I knew that I would have taken the little Franc machine, and I didn't need to be so tired and tired to push the gun cart up!

"This, this distance is just right, just right......"

Before he finished speaking, Song Guofu was shocked by the movement on the ship, and he saw that the Ming army on the ship quickly adjusted the angle of fire of the short cannon on the bow, and then ......

"Get down ......"

In the next moment, Song Guofu saw more than a dozen Ming boats facing the river embankment suddenly spew out a cloud of white smoke, and a dense burst of black spots flew over like raindrops. The gunners who didn't react in a hurry even stood there straight, letting the raindrops of shotguns fall on them.

Although the range of the shotgun fired at a low angle was very short, it was also lethal at this distance, and it set off a bloody storm on the river embankment in an instant......