"Tweet ......"

With a sharp whistling sound, another shell landed less than a kilometer away from the anti-artillery shed and exploded. The shock wave of the explosion was mixed with countless pieces of earth and rock, and it burst out from the ground like an earth dragon spewing out of the earth, and the earth and smoke and dust rushed into the air with the air flow of the explosion, and also rushed into the anti-artillery shelter.

The whole anti-artillery shed was filled with a pungent smell of gunpowder smoke and thick smoke, and the people in the room were choked and coughed loudly. The Shun soldiers in the shed were all frightened by this kind of situation they had never encountered, even the most daring people would be curled up on the ground with their heads in their hands.

They were trembling, coughing, and even crying and screaming loudly. What scared them even more was that the wooden beams on the roof of the anti-artillery shed also made a frightening "sizzle" sound, and the dust in the cracks of the wooden beams fell like rain in the violent trembling, making them all look up at the top of their heads in horror, lest it be blown up.

"Don't panic, big guys!"

Zhang Fucai stood up, he shook his head vigorously, trying to shake off the dust on his head.

"The anti-artillery shed above our heads can definitely block the artillery of the officers and soldiers, there is nothing to be afraid of......"

He said as he looked around. Then he noticed that the old Du Tou by the door was lying motionless on the ground.

"Old Du Tou, Old Du Tou ......"

Bent over and shook Lao Du's head, but he didn't have any reaction, and lay there motionless.

When he turned over, he saw that bright red blood was flowing from his chest, which must have been wounded when the shelling had just hit.

Zhang Fucai, who was accustomed to seeing death, did not dwell too much on his death, but instructed the brothers around him.

"This door is a little too big, hurry up and dig some soil to plug it, if you want to survive, hurry up."

For him, who believes in being careful in everything, now that he has discovered the problem of the shed, it is natural to find a way to solve him.

Old Dutou's death reminded him that if he didn't hurry up and plug this hole, it would become smaller. In case there is still a flowering bullet to shoot down. If you hit the door, I'm afraid there won't be a few people left in this shed.

The people who were taken aback still dared to nag as in the past, and picked up shovels one after another. Dig directly in the ground and pile up at the door.

When the brothers were busy, Zhang Fucai walked towards the other end of the anti-artillery shed, and glanced at the Franc machine in the window of the artillery shed, although it was only a small Franc machine, but if the Ming army came, it was really inseparable from this thing.

"Fortunately, the officers and soldiers didn't call."

Looking at the continuous explosion of smoke outside, Zhang Fucai muttered to himself, and then walked towards his subordinates who were huddled in the corner and shivering.

"Don't be afraid, the officers and soldiers have not come up and are scared like this, if the officers and soldiers come up, it will be ......"

At this moment, a sharp whistling sound came closer and closer, and then accompanied by a violent loud bang, interrupting his words, and the billowing smoke and dust also poured into the anti-gun shelter.

Outside the anti-artillery shed, the deer was blown up into the sky one after another, and even in the trenches of the Shun army, there were constantly shells falling, of course, some of the anti-artillery sheds were directly blown up, and the Shun army in the shed was directly buried alive inside.

When the officers and soldiers of Shun fell into this hell of iron and fire, struggling and cowering in purgatory, in the trench hundreds of meters away, the gunners of the Ming army were still busy, and the loader standing in front of the muzzle reached out and took out a cannonball and stuffed it into the muzzle, and at the moment when the letter tube was ignited, accompanied by a cannon sound, a cannonball whistled in the thick smoke and flew into the distance.

"Quick, load!"

At the shouts of the gunner, the loaders loaded a shell again, and behind them, an ammunition man, strapped a kit to a spindle-shaped shell.

This shell is a new type of shell used in the 12-pounder long-barreled mortar, and unlike ordinary round shells, its spindle-shaped body has a tail fin made of iron at the bottom, it is heavier than the spherical shell, it has more charge, and more importantly, its sharp warhead can fall into the soil and explode, unlike the fuse of the spherical shell.

In fact, this is also after the end of the Korean Campaign, when learning the lessons of the battle, Zhu Guoqiang's idea - using mortars to fire mortar shells, although its firing speed is not as fast as mortars, but it improves the penetration of artillery shells, the only fly in the ointment is that the range is too close, the maximum range is only more than 700 meters.

Although its range is very short, the 100 12-pounder mortar guns shelled in turn, not only the momentum is shocking, but the power of the shells is also extremely amazing, after all, each spindle-shaped shell weighs more than 25 catties. When it roared towards the bandits' positions, the fortifications carefully built by the thieves were destroyed one after another, and many anti-artillery sheds were directly blown into the sky, and the deer bars that blocked the infantry attack were also blown to pieces in the shelling.

As the shelling continued, Zhu Guoqiang just stared at the purgatory of iron and fire in the distance with his binoculars. Looking at the position shrouded in gunsmoke and dust, in his head, the images in front of him overlapped with the images from the documentary films in his memory.

Perhaps, this is the war situation he is familiar with - intensive shelling.

"Perhaps, it is possible to adopt a firing mortar ......"

Zhu Guoqiang said to himself in his heart.

The shells used now are only borrowed from the shape of mortar shells, and they are still ignited by firing at the end of the gun, so that the firing speed is naturally not fast, and the rate of fire is about 10 rounds a minute. This speed, it seems to be a bit slow.

But for this era, this rate of fire, and those mortar shells with a size close to 120, were extremely lethal for the fortifications of the Shun army. Those anti-artillery sheds that can withstand spherical grenades are sometimes blown up into the sky by vertically falling shells, and those shells will even go about half a foot deep into the mud before exploding.

The seemingly sturdy anti-artillery shed was constantly destroyed in the shelling, of course, only a few were destroyed, after all, the shells directly hit the anti-artillery shed, often with a trace of luck, for the Shun army in the anti-artillery shed, they also have to rely on luck. With any luck, they will definitely survive such shelling.

However, for some unlucky people, their luck seems to have deteriorated, and even some of the shells that fell into the trenches exploded directly at the door of the anti-artillery shelter, although the shock wave of the explosion did not overturn the anti-artillery shed, but the flying sh长寿nel still took the lives of many people.

For a while, the entire anti-artillery shed was a blur of flesh and blood, and in the screams of the wounded, the survivors looked left and right in horror, and at this moment, I don't know who shouted.

"Officer, the official army has begun to attack......"