"Those who are the first to attack the military fort will be rewarded with one hundred silver, and those who kill the enemy will be rewarded with two taels of silver, and those who retreat from the battle will be killed!"

Seeing that his soldiers were in a commotion by a round of artillery from the other side, Yan Siyin hurriedly shouted in a shrill voice.

"Those who are the first to attack the military fort will be rewarded with one hundred silver, and those who kill the enemy will be rewarded with two taels of silver, and those who retreat from the battle will be killed!" Zhang Yingchang also shouted hoarsely.

The officers and soldiers who had been in a little commotion quickly calmed down and continued to push the shield cart and the big shield slowly.

Of the only three small Furlong cannons, one had its gun carriage broken, and the other two stopped at a distance of one hundred and twenty paces.

In Zhang Yingchang's view, the hollow city wall can definitely be pried open, and if you use artillery to fire a few more cannons and loosen the masonry, it will be easy for the soldiers to pry.

Therefore, the two little Francos aimed at the same position on the city wall and erupted two flames.

The two-finger-thick cannonball roared and smashed against the cement wall, making two loud noises, and Ren Liang's heart in the city wall tightened, but he was relieved to find that the city wall only shook twice, and there was no sign of loosening.

Outside the city, Zhang Yingchang and Yan Siyin's eyes widened, looking at the city wall in disbelief.

Isn't this a brick and stone city, with a gray wall on the outside?

Why did two shells hit it, leaving only two shallow marks, and even the wall skin did not fall off?

Could it be that this wall is really a whole big rock?

How is this possible?

Zhang Yingchang and Yan Siyin couldn't figure it out, they just looked at each other and couldn't say a word.

Inside the city wall, Ren Liang took a closer look outside, and then said to an entourage next to him: "Ah Hu, tell the brothers on the second floor and let them knock out the two little Franc machines on the other side." ”

"Yes!"

The attendant took the order, hurried out the door, and ran up the stairs to the second floor.

Ren Liang shouted to the artillery next to him: "The red-clothed general will hit the shield car, and the little Franco machine gun and the tiger squat cannon will first concentrate on hitting the big shield, break the big shield, and then concentrate on the opponent's tiger squat artillery." ”

"Yes!"

The artillery on the first floor adjusted the angle one after another.

There are also several cannons on the second floor, two small Franc machines and two tiger squat cannons.

The four guns were soon condescendingly aimed at the two little Francos machines of the officers and men one hundred and twenty paces away.

The firing range of Qinchuan's artillery is basically much higher than that of the Ming army, and it is condescending, and the ruler sights are more scientific and advanced than those of the Ming army, and the artillery has enough live-fire training, and the accuracy is far superior.

The four guns on the second floor soon erupted tongues of fire, and four shells whistled away, three of which were a little crooked, but the last one hit the opponent's Franco cannon team right in front of it, and the hot iron bullets bounced on the ground and swooped into the crowd, smashing several artillerymen into a bloody blur.

The artillery on the first floor also spewed tongues of fire in unison, and more than a dozen shells whistled away, most of which were concentrated on the big shields of the officers and men covering the tiger squatting cannons on both sides, and one of the big shields was torn apart, revealing the officers and soldiers who were screaming one after another because of the concentration of sawdust and shells.

The thick cannonball of the red-clothed general cannon smashed a hole in the side plate of a shield cart, and the shield cart stopped instantly.

In fact, the Red General Cannon could fire at a distance of two miles.

However, Qin Chuan told Ren Liang that he wanted to destroy the artillery of this group of officers and soldiers, so as not to set up the artillery on Fangshan Fort and increase the difficulty of attacking Fangshan Fort.

Therefore, Ren Liang waited for the officers and soldiers to advance to more than 100 steps before firing the artillery, the purpose was to leave all the officers and men's artillery.

As long as the opponent's artillery is defeated, this reinforced concrete military fort can be impregnable.

With a hammerhead steel drill or something, it is impossible to dig a two-foot-thick reinforced concrete wall.

With a three-dimensional intersecting firepower network and a large amount of rocks and rolling wood on the roof, it is impossible for officers and men to climb the three-foot-and-five-foot-high city wall.

The city gate is made of thick wood and iron, which cannot be cut, hit, or burned, and cannot be entered at all.

Not to mention Zhang Yingchang's 3,000 officers and soldiers, 10,000 officers and soldiers can't be defeated in time.

Seeing that their own artillery and shield car shields could not carry the opponent's artillery, Zhang Yingchang and Yan Siyinqi's faces changed slightly.

There was a powerful cannon in it, otherwise it would not have been possible to penetrate that shield car.

Moreover, the opponent's artillery was very accurate, and the tactics were very clear, that is, to knock out their artillery.

"Hit the cannon holes, hit the cannon holes in the city wall, knock out the artillery inside, and the others continue to advance, hurry up!"

Zhang Yingchang came back to his senses and hurriedly tore his throat and shouted desperately.

His subordinates pushed forward one after another, and after the dozen or so tiger squat cannons had reached a distance of 100 paces, they all nailed down and aimed at the hole on the first floor of the city wall.

The accuracy of the artillery of the officers and men was poor, the hit rate of the Tiger Squat Gun at a distance of 100 paces was pitifully low, and the gunners lacked training, so they could only rely on the blind if they wanted to hit a hole that was only seven or eight inches in size.

Mengdezhong is pure shit luck.

What's more, even if it is hit, the shell with a hole as deep as two feet and a little arc will be blocked by the side wall, and the chance of really hitting it in a straight line is very small.

The first round of shelling by the officers and men was completely unsuccessful, and more than a dozen shells hit the walls, causing the concrete walls to thump.

Before the second round could be fired, more than a dozen artillery pieces on the city wall spewed out tongues of fire in unison, and the three tiger squatting cannons of the Ming army were almost killed and wounded under the concentrated attack.

Without artillery, those few guns would be useless.

The other artillerymen turned pale with fright, some looked for a place to hide around like headless flies, and some simply spread their legs and ran behind.

didn't run long, and was driven back by the generals of the prison army behind.

Zhang Yingchang and Yan Siyin in the back had ugly faces, and the artillery would not be able to benefit them at all.

After the second round of shelling, their artillery was several less, and the barrel of a bronze small Franc cannon was bent alive, and the foot of a tiger squat cannon was broken.

Three Furlong cannons, two scrapped.

Most of the artillery of more than a dozen Tiger squat guns were also killed and wounded.

This artillery team is considered a waste.

Moreover, the two shield carts that were finally built were also bombarded by the opponent's extremely powerful cannon, and the soldiers inside were killed and wounded, and the rest all fled back.

Those big shields advanced to within fifty paces, but it was useless at all, and they didn't dare to push any further, otherwise the opponent's artillery would be able to overturn several large shields with a single round of concentrated fire.

"Father-in-law Yan, collect the troops."

Zhang Yingchang sighed helplessly.

Yan Siyin swallowed his dry throat, then nodded.

"Mingjin collects the troops, remember to bring all the artillery back." Zhang Yingchang shouted.

Not far from him, a soldier was beating desperately with a gong.

"Bell Bell Bell ......"

When a rapid gong sounded, the officers and soldiers on the battlefield threw down their shields one after another and ran backwards in a swarm as if they were about to be amnestied.

Inside the city wall, as soon as Ren Liang heard the sound of the gong, he immediately ran out.

"The artillery hit the position of the opponent's artillery, suppressed, don't let them move the artillery back, Ah Hu and Lao Qi will take your people to kill with me and grab the artillery."

"Yes!"

There was a crowd in the military fort, and the two hundred dragon warrior battalions held javelins and turned over on their horses.

The defenders inside the doorway quickly moved a dozen logs behind the door, shouting trumpets to open the heavy gate.

Two hundred dragon martial arts battalions roared out on horseback.

Outside the city, Zhang Yingchang's face changed greatly, and he hurriedly shouted: "Retreat in formation, retreat in formation!" Steady, don't panic! ”

As soon as his shout began, another burst of artillery sound came from the direction of the city wall, and tongues of fire erupted from more than a dozen cannon holes, smashing dozens of officers and soldiers who were about to carry artillery into a blur of flesh and blood.

The two hundred dragon martial arts camp was like a surging wave, surging forward, and the sound of killing shook the sky.

Under such circumstances, where can the officers and soldiers who fled still listen to Zhang Yingchang's words?

The already chaotic team suddenly turned into a big rout, the soldiers could not find the general, the generals could not be ordered, and more than 2,000 people fled in all directions like headless flies.

Zhang Yingchang's face was pale, and just as he was about to speak, Yan Siyin next to him took the lead in pulling the reins of the horse, shouting "Master Zhang, run", and then slipped away.

Zhang Yingchang sighed helplessly, and also turned the horse's head and galloped away.

Ren Liang couldn't help but be overjoyed.

"Drive the officers and soldiers out of Luliang Mountain and take advantage of the situation to capture Fangshan Fort!"

"Kill!"