After this battle, Chen Tai at the head of the city saw it from the monoculars.

Three thousand iron horsemen were slaughtered by more than a thousand foot soldiers, and Chen Tai was like a basin of cold water poured from head to toe, so shocked that he couldn't speak.

Is this the Ming Army? When did the Ming army become so powerful?

It seems that the rumor that the Ming army has received the help of mysterious people is true?

Could it be that the Ming country is not exhausted?

According to this situation, if I want to dominate the world and lay the foundation for all generations, isn't it the moon in the mirror?

Chen Tai is a Manchurian Yellow Banner person, the authentic Niu Hulu Manchurian, loyal to the Manchu court, seeing that the Ming army is not only difficult, but also has a leading edge in weapons, and faintly feels that the land south of the Yangtze River that has just arrived has a tendency to gain and lose, and he can't help but feel angry.

When Gai Chaoxuan led the troops to flee, Chen Tai was even more furious, and before all the troops had fled back, Chen Tai hurriedly ordered the city gate to be closed, and urgently ordered the defenders at the head of the city to open artillery bombardment to pursue the enemy.

Seeing this, the Ming army no longer pursued closely, and hundreds of horsemen rode around the city in a few circles, and then intercepted the ownerless war horses everywhere and cleaned up the battlefield.

Gai Chaoxuan was coerced by his own soldiers and fled back to the city, his legs behind the horse were spontaneously weak, he fell to the ground, and before he could stand up, he was held down and tied up by Chen Tai's personal soldiers.

Chen Tai didn't even want to see him again, so he ordered him to be taken down, although he was his own close and trusted general, but the battle situation was not good, and the scapegoat had to be prepared in advance no matter what.

After losing two battles in a row, Chen Tai no longer had the heart to go out of the city to fight, so he should honestly wait for help.

After seeing the Ming army retreat to the camp, Chen Tai settled down, and led the generals to patrol all parts of the city with a blue face, and strictly ordered all departments to send musketeers and archers to the city to defend, and stepped up patrols to prevent the Ming army from sneaking up at night.

The terrain of Nanchang City is special, although there are city gates on all sides, but the west and north gates are close to the Ganjiang River, and anyone who goes ashore is within the distance of the defenders' muskets and bows and arrows, and cannot stop the attack at all.

In addition to the tributaries of the Fuhe River outside the east gate, there is also a large lake called Yao Lake, so the Ming army could not find a safe enough attack position.

In fact, apart from sending some scouts to swim around along the west bank of the Fu River outside the east gate, the Ming army did not deploy heavy troops at all, and Chen Tai only needed to firmly hold the southern city.

Fortunately, the south city of Nanchang is not only tall and strong, the moat is also several zhang wide, the city head of the preparation of the sandalwood rolling stone is quite sufficient, in addition, Chen Tai's greatest confidence comes from the city head of more than a dozen red-clothed cannons, the rest of the small city cannons although the model is messy, but there are a large number, if the Ming army can not smash the city wall, only rely on foot soldiers to attack the city is afraid that it is difficult to climb to the sky.

After a round of inspection, Chen Tai felt a lot more relieved, and it shouldn't be a big problem to guard him for a month, right?

However, that night, outside the east and south gates, the scouts sent by Jiao Lian fired guns everywhere, causing the defenders at the head of the city to be all soldiers, and they were nervous all night and did not dare to sleep.

After a night of chaos, by the time the east turned white, the soldiers defending the city were already so tired that they yawned and lost their spirits.

Early the next morning, the Ming army had an early meal, and after eating and drinking, they lined up under the city to prepare for the siege.

When Jiao Lian launched more than a dozen cannons in front of the array, Chen Tai was really startled.

Although these cannons do not look as powerful as the red-clothed cannons, Chen Tai at the head of the city is also an expert, and when he saw the muzzle of the black hole, he was secretly frightened, could it be that this is a new type of firearm?

Chen Tai guessed correctly, these cannons are all made by Cao Jiawen with special seamless steel pipes brought by later generations, the pure steel barrels look slightly thin, but the firing range greatly exceeds all the red-coated cannons of this era, and the cannon body is very light, and it is very flexible to move after being installed on the iron frame car, which is especially suitable for field combat.

When Cao Jiawen tested the cannon on Baisha Island, the 18-pound iron shell could easily hit six miles away, and when the maximum charge was tested, one shell even flew four kilometers away before landing.

In order to facilitate the operation of the gunner, Cao Jiawen also designed three medicine packs with different charges, corresponding to different ranges from three miles to six miles.

It can be said that in addition to the fact that this kind of gun is still a breech gun and the caliber is not the largest, the performance in all aspects is enough to crush the cannons of the current era.

Although there was a kind of red-coated cannon weighing 10,000 catties in the world, its caliber could fire a 24-pound cannon, but the longest range could not exceed five miles, and this kind of cannon was extremely bulky and could only be erected on a fixed turret, and its actual power was limited.

Sure enough, when Chen Tai saw that the Ming army pushed these cannons forward about five miles outside the city and began to prepare for the cannons, he suddenly secretly complained in his heart.

This distance has long been outside the range of the city's cannons, and the red-clothed cannons in his hand have an effective range of about three miles, and the rest of the many small cannons are even more like decorations.

Isn't this another one-sided massacre?

Chen Tai was frightened, and hurriedly ordered all the soldiers at the head of the city to retreat from the city wall and hide except for the archers.

When the cannon sounded, after a round of test firing, the shells of more than ten cannons gradually and accurately hit the city wall, Chen Tai, who was hiding under the city wall, closed his eyes tightly, and all thoughts were lost.

However, Jiao Lian, who was outside the city, was also quite dissatisfied with the effect of the shelling.

Although this cannon is advanced, and the 18-pound cannonball can be regarded as a giant cannon for field warfare, it is still a little less powerful if it wants to destroy the extremely strong walls of a big city like Nanchang.

After nearly 20 rounds of bombardment, the guns had reached the limit of the number of bombardments, and the barrels of the guns had already burned straight and were smoking, and they had to rest for a while before they could be fired again after they had cooled down.

Jiao Lian saw through the monoculars that although the head of the city was smashed to the ground and the smoke was billowing out, the tall city wall not only stood still, but it also looked that the damage was far less serious than expected, except for a few large gaps, there was not a single place to collapse.

"If only there were a few guns like General Lin's."

Jiao Lian sighed secretly in his heart, it seems that he can only take a short rest and do it again.

Taking advantage of the interval between the shelling, a group of foot soldiers, under the cover of the musketeers, hurriedly threw bags of sandbags into the moat, and began to fill the ditch, until the defenders of the city head reacted, shot a flurry of arrows, and called the gunners to rush to the head of the city to fire back before retreating.

……

After shelling, filling the ditch, shelling, and filling the ditch again, after seven or eight cycles, the sky was already dark, but the Nanchang city wall was not destroyed......

Seeing this, Jiao Lian knew that the Qing army would rush to repair overnight, so he had to give up, leaving only a team of cavalry and musketeers to monitor the moat, and the rest of the brigade returned to the camp as a whole.

Jiao Lian loves his soldiers like a son, and he doesn't want to drive his soldiers to brave artillery fire and bullets to attack hard.

It seems that I have to come again tomorrow, after all, the city wall that has been repaired cannot be as strong as ever, as long as you have patience, you can always blow it down day by day.

……

Right now, Chen Tai, who supervised the repair of the city all night and did not close his eyes, was standing at the head of the city staring at the outside of the city.

Chen Tai was afraid of Jiao Lian's deception, so he did not dare to slack off, and it was not until the first artillery of the Ming army opened fire that he hurriedly ordered all the soldiers to go down to the city to hide.

It seems that it is another day of gritting your teeth and enduring shelling!

Why haven't the reinforcements come yet?

If this continues, it will be a matter of time before the city is broken!

Just when Chen Tai was resentful and resentful, Nanjing's six-hundred-mile expedited military order finally arrived!

After reading the military order, Chen Tai breathed a sigh of relief, Lord Hong is still kind, and the imperial court has not given up Nanchang after all!

(Question: What is the surname of Chen Tai, the general of Qingjingnan?) ）

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