"Why haven't they fired yet?"

"Maybe it's just a show."

"Maybe they didn't have enough shells, so many shots came out last afternoon!"

"Maybe, there aren't even many arrows, looking at the rain of arrows yesterday, Lao Tzu wants to pee."

Those clothed minions in the Tartar camp, seeing that the other party hadn't fired a cannon for so long, immediately talked about it, and everything was cherry

These soldiers with blue flags and those clothed minions have never fought against the Ming New Army before, no wonder they are ignorant.

If Mang Gurtai and the others heard it here, they would definitely shake their heads, and then leave quietly without anything.

A bunch of idiots who don't know how to write dead words!

However, the main generals of the Tartars, Mang Gurtai, and most of the soldiers of the Zhenglan Banner, stayed in Zheng of Gushan Fort City

Of course, these cannon fodder are going to stay on the front line and block the knife for their master.

"Listen to the commander of this Ming New Army, called Lu Xiangsheng, not a simple person?"

The words are the captain of the musket team with the blue flag of the Han Eight Banners, called Su Bin.

Each of the eight newly formed Eight Banners of the Han Army had a musket battalion, using guns and cannons captured from the Liaodong Frontier Army in previous years.

However, the quality of these guns was very poor, powerful, not far away, and often exploded, and they were not as efficient as the heavy arrows of the Tartar archers.

In fact, the Tartars even captured a few red-coated cannons, but they were too cumbersome and arranged in two important places, Liaoyang City and Shengjing City.

"What's not easy?"

"Master, master, this Lu Xiangsheng is a scholar, a general born as a scholar, what can be so great, can he talk on paper?"

The two commanders beside Su Bin said with disdain.

Outside the Tartar camp, as the huge Ming New Army approached step by step, but there was no sign of cannonball, which seemed to confirm their words.

Soon, the neat phalanx of the new army of the Ming Dynasty was less than one hundred and fifty zhang away from the camp of the Tartars.

If the siege troops of the Ming Empire before August last year, in such a short distance, it should have been an artillery salvo, and the sound of artillery was shocked.

As a result, the other party still did not move.

It was as if the army of the Ming Dynasty had come to march and demonstrate.

"They're not going to attack until they've had lunch, are they?"

"You won't be here to make peace with me, will you?" ……

Those officers with the eight banners of Han and blue flags shouted again.

Their blue flag lost nearly half of it yesterday, but it was only one night later that 10,000 hardcore traitors were selected to come in and re-assembled.

Indeed, those imperial armies are only constantly advancing, and there has been no movement so far, which indeed makes people wonder whether they really want to go to war.

In fact, looking at the Tartar camp that was getting closer and closer, the soldiers of the Ming New Army were quietly clenching the weapons in their hands, waiting for the order to shoot.

Many people actually wanted to start shooting, and they wanted to kill all these traitors and minions at once, but the distance was too far for muskets, crossbows, and strong bows to reach.

However, Lu Xiangsheng never gave the order to open fire

One hundred and forty zhang......

One hundred and thirty zhang......

The distance between the two sides is getting closer and closer, and even the soldiers of the two armies at the front can even see each other's faces vaguely.

"All stopped!"

When he was about 100 zhang away from the Tartar camp, Lu Xiangsheng finally ordered the army to stop, and the soldiers began to gather momentum.

Because of this distance, it is beyond the range of the muskets and bows and arrows of those Tartars and traitor slave soldiers, and if it is closer, the officers and men of the three battalions of artillery will not be able to operate.

As for some medium-sized and dilapidated artillery fire in the hands of the Han army with blue flags, there is no need to care at all, the officers and men of the artillery brigade will knock them out at the first time, and there is no room for them to exert their might.

"Fire!"

"Blossom bombs, three rounds of rapid fire!"

Seeing that his side was ready to attack, Tang Huai, the commander of the artillery brigade of the Blue Dragon Legion, saw the Chinese military flag raised, and said coldly.

"A battalion fires!"

"The second battalion fires!"

"Three battalions fire!"

The commanders of the various artillery battalions hurriedly waved the red flag in their hands downward! They ordered artillery bombardment one after another to launch the first wave of offensive.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

"Boom! Rumble! Rumble! ”……

In an instant, ninety new Franco-machine cannons of the three artillery battalions immediately opened fire.

The deafening sound of artillery instantly broke the tranquility of the entire Lonely Mountain Fort within a ten-mile radius.

Clusters of firelight burst out from the muzzle of the cannon, almost covering up the rising sun's rays.

Streams of black and white smoke continued to rise, and then drifted into the air.

Due to the violent vibration when the artillery was fired, puffs of smoke and dust rose from the three artillery positions.

Because now Lu Xiangsheng ordered the relaxation of all restrictions, and now the cannon fires of course, those powerful flowering shells.

I only saw a black and oppressive flowering bullet whizzing away, and then landed on the first wave of targets such as the gates, towers, and batteries of the Tartar battalion.

"Bang bang bang!"

"Boom!"

"Whoa!"

For a while, all kinds of voices suddenly made a big splash in all parts of the Tartar camp, which covered an area of several miles, and was suddenly chaotic and in disarray.

The originally lifeless Tartar battalion, as the cannonballs fell, seemed to have fallen into the erupting volcano in an instant, and countless traitor slave soldiers screamed one after another.

This kind of desperate scream before death resounded in the sky, tearing hearts and lungs, and shocked the hearts of every soldier.

It was only after a wave of attacks that several gates and the large towers and forts to the west of the Tartar camp were all completely destroyed, blown up, and all kinds of objects were thrown everywhere.

At this time, if there is anyone who is not aware of the danger, it is the idiot of idiots.

Therefore, hearing the second round of cannons, all the Tartars, including the massive traitors and clothed minions, ran out of the various buildings desperately, looking around for a place to hide from the incessant explosions.

For a while, in this large camp, which was almost impossible to see, there were constantly shaking and running figures everywhere, and they were all embarrassed.

Someone may have run too fast, but he didn't notice his feet, and he tripped and fell to the ground, rolled his eyes, and then passed out.

What's more, he was directly seriously injured and screamed.

There's no way, these traitors are coated minions, and they usually rely on the majesty of the Tartar lord to show off their power everywhere.

And people like them, once they encounter a life and death crisis, they are more afraid of death than anyone else, and their usual disguise is lifted at once, and they are naturally panicked!

In fact, those who fainted, in a sense, were also fortunate to read, at least they didn't have to continue to feel the fear and trembling brought by the endless shelling.

The other survivors are still trembling and struggling to survive in the midst of the falling shells.

Whether they can survive or not depends not on their own hard work, nor on the blessing of the "wolf god", but entirely on whether their luck is good or not, and whether they will be unlucky.

Huang Chengyong, the banner owner of the blue flag of the Han army who was running for his life, this hardcore traitor who had done all the bad things, saw a flowering bullet with his own eyes, fell not far in front of him, smashed directly into a barracks, and then exploded.

"Nima's! This barracks is finished! ”

As if in order to confirm the conjecture of Huang Chengyong, a hardcore traitor, his thoughts were not over, and the quite large barracks was suddenly lifted away!

At close range, there were more than a dozen traitors of the Han army with blue flags, and they were hit in the head and all over the body by the stones and wooden blocks that were blown away by the explosion!

Among them, there was a blue-flaged officer's head, which was completely shattered by the masonry as if it were smashed on a watermelon with a hammer.

The flying brains and minced flesh flew two or three feet away, snapped, and spilled on the wall next to it, as if rendering a poignant landscape painting.

But the officer who had no head actually maintained the posture of continuing to run, and his body had not fallen down for the time being, the scene was really weird.

"Poof"

Running and running, the traitor officer's neck suddenly rushed up with a fierce stream of blood, like a fountain, splashing into the air.

The blood splashed more than a foot high before it flew out in all directions, and for a while, there was a rain of blood around the headless officer.

However, the unlucky guy's body only shook a little, continued to run forward, and ran far away before he fell to the ground on the spot.

In all fairness, as a hardcore traitor full of evil, Huang Chengyong is definitely not without seeing bloody scenes.

He used to be a guerrilla general in Liaodong of the Ming Dynasty, experienced in a hundred battles, what kind of bloody scene has he not seen?

However, at this moment, Huang Chengyong was indeed afraid, and he was indeed afraid from the bottom of his heart.

The headless corpse was still not far in front of him, bubbling blood, so if this flowering bullet landed beside him......

"Smack"

Huang Chengyong was in a trance in his heart, his legs were weak, one stumbled, and he tripped over a blue brick that flew in front of him at some point.

It hurts.

It really hurts.

Huang Chengyong felt that his knees seemed to have hit something, and his heart hurt so much that even tears flowed out.

At the moment of falling, Huang Chengyong couldn't make any movements, as if his whole body had lost control.

He felt that his life was short!

At this time, if a rebel army comes, he will definitely be trampled to death.

Fortunately, not far away, two soldiers of the Han army with blue flags ran over to pull him up, and desperately rushed to a large cellar not far away.

These two pro-soldiers had a lot of strength, and they directly set Huang Chengyong up and quickly dragged him towards the cellar.

"Boom!"

Suddenly, Huang Chengyong heard a big explosion again, not far from his side, and subconsciously turned his head to look.

As a result, he happened to see that a nearby flag bearer with a blue flag was directly hit by a blue brick blown away by the explosion, hitting the position of the waist and spine.

Between his upper and lower bodies, even the bones of his spine were suddenly broken into two pieces, and the flesh and blood in the middle were blurred.

However, the guy who was hit just now, after his upper body fell, tried to use his hand to still hold the flagpole with the blue flag in his hand to support him to get up.

He stretched out one hand at Huang Chengyong, and his eyes still knew how to roll, as if he hoped that his flag master would save him.

However, at this time, where did Huang Chengyong have the time and heart to save him?

He was carried by two personal soldiers, and as far as his eyes flickered, he seemed to be able to see the flag officer, lying flat on the ground, and his two hands seemed to want to connect the bones in his waist......

"Bang"

Before Huang Chengyong's gaze could be withdrawn, there was another loud noise beside him.

He hurriedly turned his head, only to see a large piece of wood on a nearby barracks that had been blown away by a flowering bomb, breaking into several pieces on the spot, and fragments of wood were scattered everywhere.

This kind of flowering bomb that has never been seen before, its explosion is so powerful that after the wood breaks, it quickly splashes to the side.

There happened to be two coated minions running nearby, and as a result, a flying half of a large piece of wood hit Liang Rao directly.

The huge impact force smashed the two of them to the ground, like a gourd rolling on the ground, rolling and crying all over the ground.

At this moment, this hardcore traitor Huang Chengyong is already in despair, and he doesn't even have the slightest strength in his body.

Like a dead body, he remained motionless as two of his own soldiers dragged him into the cellar not far away

And outside, the "rumbling" cannon sound is still there, and it seems that it will never stop.

This once beautiful flag owner of the Han Army flag with blue flags is now lying on the ground with his eyes wide open, and he can't even turn his eyes, and his heart is blank.

He knew that this time he was really going to be finished, or the kind that would never turn over.