These problems, including the number of fragments exploded in the projectile body, the timing control of the fuse, the accuracy of the shell, and so on, are not something that can be solved in a moment.

In particular, the timing control of a slow-burning fuse is a sophisticated system, and it also requires the gunner to have a lot of experience and be able to master it accurately.

Then Liu Juntao felt that his needs were too complicated, and the last one still needed to spend a lot of effort to retrain gunners, so Liu Juntao decided to re-study his needs.

After a thorough examination of his own needs, Liu Juntao discovered the root of the problem.

It seemed unnecessary to let the artillery fire shells like flowering shells, and the biggest problem facing the battalions now was that the bird guns were not enough to suppress the close assault of the Varatiron cavalry, including the sea of dead men and cavalry, and so on, not the lack of weapons to suppress the enemy's troops and horses from a distance of a mile or two.

If the range of action of the flowering bullet is shortened to about the same distance as that of the bird's gun, and limited to 200 paces, that is, within 300 meters, then it will be possible to use a fixed fuse without adjusting the time, and at the same time allow this weapon to be directly mastered by the infantry.

The demand was adjusted, the progress suddenly accelerated, and the flowering bomb soon had a reliable sample, almost an improved version of the Earthquake Thunder, that is, a fixed fuse was added.

However, the design of the launcher is full of flowers, and there is even a design made of a directly modified bed crossbow.

In the end, this problem was solved by Zhang Baigui, and his idea was very simple: "Since it doesn't have to be so far, just make the artillery thin and short." ”

The design that came out made Liu Juntao see it, and his first impression was ...... The cannon without conscience is actually a kind of mortar cannon, which can launch a six-pound sky-shattering thunder version of the flowering projectile to a maximum of two hundred steps away, and the barrel is directly cast from crude steel.

In order to maintain flight stability, the new flowering shell became olive-shaped, and the rear half added a tail fin, which looked quite like a variant of the mortar ~ artillery shell.

So this nondescript thunder throwing came out, the cannon weighed no more than thirty pounds, three people can fiddle, a mule can camel a cannon and cannonballs.

In this battle, Liu Juntao was worried that the two battalions of soldiers and horses would be short of firepower in the face of more than 100,000 warat troops who were eager to survive, so he brought over more than 20 thunder throwing cannons made by the Yushan Town Military Bureau.

At this time, the three crowds of the Warat army were cut off by this violent explosion, and the crowds behind were frozen like glaciers, although the crowds in front were still surging, their movements were no longer so resolute, and the heat behind them overwhelmed the frenzied flames in their hearts, and at the same time, the rows of bayonets behind the low walls of the Ming army's defense line, as well as the extremely sharp long knives, made their brains begin to calm down.

"Rush forward! Rush up! ”

Seeing that the crowd began to waver in the second half of the process, and spread from sporadic retreat to a large area of escape, he wanted to rush to the front of the battle with a knife.

In fact, the actual damage caused by this burst of artillery bombardment by the Ming army was not too great, and if it could withstand the fear and continue to rush forward, maybe the Ming army's defense line would be difficult to stop.

"Fifty steps is enough!"

In front of the defense line of Fan Jing's department, two flowering shells exploded seventy or eighty paces away, and the crowd of Warat's army was blown into two sections like snakes, but the section in front did not stop, and saw that four or five hundred people were about to rush to the low wall.

"Seventy degrees!"

At this time, the gunner of the thunder cannon was also in a hurry, ripped open the powder bag and poured gunpowder, then loaded the shell, and poured the primer into the small funnel-shaped fire door. Adjust the bracket, raise the muzzle, press the firing handle hard, the flintlock ignites the primer, and with a muffled bang, the gun body vibrates, and the smoke of gunpowder spews out from the muzzle and the fire door, and the cannonball flies high, crosses an extremely steep parabola, and then smashes straight down.

"Boom!"

The flames exploded at a height of one or two zhang, dozens of fragments shot out, and outside the low wall of the Ming army's defense line, less than thirty paces away, the crowd of people splashed up one after another, with a wailing sound, almost at the same time to tear the eyes and ears of the viewer.

"Bastard! Do you want to blow up your own people? ”

Lying on his stomach behind the low wall, his helmet almost removed from the aftermath of the explosion, he was so angry that he cursed at the gunner.

"Get down!"

But he didn't want the gunner to give up, so he picked up a flowering bomb and rushed to the low wall, lit the fuse with the flint fire machine on his body, and threw it out.

Seeing this, the mine-throwers in the defense line also came to their senses, and rushed over with a roar of rage, throwing earth-shattering thunderbolts at the crowd of the Warat army.

There was a loud noise again, and a group of Warat soldiers who had rushed to the Ming army's defense line seven or eight steps away were blown up in all directions, and the Warat soldiers and horses behind were finally completely awakened by the explosion, and they all turned around and fled.

"Comfortable...... Haha......"

The gunner laughed as he picked up his sword.

The general Fan Jing next to him rolled his eyes when he saw this, and it was difficult to deal with this madman.

The people who were watching the battle also saw that the army was defeated and retreated again, and they retreated faster than they rushed, and the flowering bombs of the Ming army kept exploding in the crowd, and they could vaguely see the human bodies flying in the air one after another, and their hearts were suddenly angry.

"Keep rushing! This trick works! This time it failed to break through, and a few more rushes will definitely break through the Ming army's defense line! ”

Arazhiin is still unwilling to give up, he has already seen the opportunity to win, even if the army is bombarded by flowering shells, it can still rush to the defensive line, which shows that his tactics are correct.

However, the Arazhiyuan was unwilling to give up, but the rest of the generals did not do it, and they all shirked it with a difficult face, and everyone thought that the best army would turn to Baishan Mountain and Lei Gong Mountain, and not continue to entangle with the Ming army in front of them.

Hearing this, the Governor suddenly roared, and with an order, the two generals who were the loudest fell off their heads, and the two bloody heads suppressed the other generals, and the third wave of attacks was quickly organized.

"One blow, then decline, three and exhaustion......"

At this time, Ara's eyes burst into bloodshots, and he recited such a common saying in his heart, he knew very well that if he stopped attacking today, he would have no chance to win.

And it is very likely that the hundreds of thousands of Warat troops will be surrounded by the Ming army under the defense line, and the Warat Empire will also collapse!

Faced with such a prospect, not only did Ah Ra Zhiyuan's heart chill, but even the Great Khan was pale at first, staring at the battlefield in front of him without saying a word.

"Is this called not hitting the south wall and not looking back?"

Staff General Sun Xu and General Yan Hu both shook their heads slightly, these waves of attacks by the Wara army did not even touch the defense line of the Ming army, leaving more than 10,000 corpses, and the Ming army soldiers were killed and wounded only a few hundred, this is the difference of the times.

It was nearly noon, the third wave of the Warat army was organized, both sides had experience, more than 20,000 Warat troops were running wildly, just hoping to rush through the coverage area of the Ming army's flowering shells as soon as possible, while the Ming army was organizing a row of guns a hundred steps away, and at the same time, the gunners of the flying cannons had a more accurate grasp of the fuse, and more and more shells exploded directly in mid-air.

But this Povarat army was different from the previous times, the commander, centurion and other generals connected in several lines in the crowd, pushing the crowd forward, even if the shrednel flew sideways, the flesh and blood were splashed, and the crowd was peeled off layer by layer, but it still did not retreat as a whole.

"Throw! Ignite a few and throw them away! ”

In front of the defensive line where General Fan Jing was located, more than 2,000 Warat soldiers rushed within thirty paces of death, and there was no way to stop them with thunder cannons and bird guns.

More than a dozen flowering bombs were thrown, and dozens of earth-shattering thunderbolts also exploded in the crowd, and on this small line of defense, a line of fire formed by flames and lights exploded instantly, and at least more than 300 Warat soldiers were swallowed by this line of fire.

"What a crazy ......"

In the smoke and dust, there were still a large number of Warat soldiers rushing up, although their eyes were full of fear, and their faces were hideously stiff, but their feet did not stop at all, and these Warat soldiers were already red-eyed!

General Fan Jing spat and beckoned his subordinates to get up and hold guns and knives.

The sound of the bell and the clatter of gold and iron rang out, and the bayonets and long knives collided with the knives and spears, and the steel entered the flesh, and the muffled sound of the human body colliding then covered the sound of gold and iron.

This group of Warat soldiers who rushed up were like crazy, and even if the remaining 300 or so people of General Fan Jing were all veterans, they were almost crushed by this wave of collision.