Zeng Ying finally reluctantly went back.

It can be seen that he still wants to save this crumbling world......

It's true.

It is conceivable how those gentry will resist to the death after knowing Yang Xin's true purpose, they no longer have room to give in, retreat is to lose all the land, retreat is to lose the prosperity that belongs to them, and retreat is to ......

Anyway, they won't back down.

Yang Xin's statement completely shattered their last illusion!

Fight!

There is no other choice!

Resist to the death!

Then the next day, the victorious army began a counteroffensive against Toumaofeng.

"Put!"

Originally, in history, Zhang Xianzhong's subordinate general Ai Nengqi lay on the stone wall, watching the enemy along the mountain road roar.

A row of muskets on either side of him fired at the same time.

The bullets hit the enemy instantly, but the vast majority of them only hit the ground with a splash of dirt, and only three enemies were shot and fell, of course, at this time, the musket was like this, unless it was within ten feet, any aiming would ultimately have to be left to luck. At the same time, the musket in the hand of the enemy on the opposite side spewed flames, and the bullet flew in front of Enench, and then a Fran machine carried up by a man behind the enemy also spewed flames, and a small shotgun instantly hit the head of one of his soldiers.

But he didn't wear a helmet.

The latter shuddered and took off his helmet and looked at the crater that had been punched out of it.

"Put it on!"

Ainengchi roared.

The stupid guy was stunned for a moment, and suddenly a bullet hit him in the head.

At the same time as the flesh and blood splattered on his head, Ainengqi had already snatched a piece of hemp rope from the wooden box under his feet, and of course, there was an iron ball at the other end of the hemp rope that was larger than a fist and was actually a limited number of smaller than a modern shot put.

He wrapped the front of the fire rope around his left hand and quickly pestled it on a cigarette butt-like fuse that stretched out from the thing, and the smoke and sparks of gunpowder burning immediately erupted, and he threw it out with all his might without the slightest hesitation. The ability to break stones that he had cultivated since he was a child herding sheep came in handy at this time, and the heavy grenade dragged the hemp rope and flew out ten feet at once, and landed accurately in a group of charging enemy troops. The latter, apparently aware of the grenade, screamed in fright and fled, but then the grenade exploded, and the two enemy soldiers were immediately knocked to the ground.

"One more!"

Eneng roared excitedly.

At the same time, several of his men also threw grenades.

They are grenadiers.

All of them are burly, with strong arms, and they are all sheep herders, and they can use weapons such as slings......

This is a real weapon.

In the Jizhen Army trained by Qi Jiguang, there is a special one that throws a sling, but his slings have a wooden handle, and as for Ainengqi, these are purely trained from a young sheep.

The grenades then exploded in the ranks of the enemy......

Of course, there are also those that haven't exploded.

Although the casualties were not many, the morale of the attacking victorious army was greatly reduced, after all, they were originally attacking from the back, and the morale of the enemy behind the stone wall was not high, so they quickly lay on the ground, or hid behind trees and rocks. But at the same time, the Fran machine behind them opened fire again, and several Tiger squat guns were erected, quickly spraying shotguns at the defenders on the top of the hill, and the two soldiers who were dropping the bombs were hit by the shotguns and fell.

Without hesitation, Enench pounced, grabbed the falling grenade as fast as he could, and threw it out.

Then he pulled the triangular pyramid from his waist.

"Brothers, pretend to be a thorn!"

He yelled.

The grenadiers drew their triangular pyramids and loaded them on their muskets.

Their muskets were not turtledoves.

The turtledove can't fight the spear, this ghost thing weighs more than ten pounds, and it is better to hold this piercing than to pick it up as a big stick, and at present, when the infantry is all the same with a spear, it is pure suicide to use the turtledove gun to stab with others.

The bayonet was loaded not because anyone came up with a clever plan, but because after the rate of fire increased dramatically in the flintlock era, the musket itself was enough to support the battlefield, and the number of spearmen needed dropped to the point of almost none. The standard was now that there were as many spears as muskets, and by 1650 there were only half as many musketeers in the infantry line, and before the invention of the Vauban-style bayonet, only one-fifth were spearmen.

This was the main reason for the popularization of the bayonet in muskets.

It only gave the last kick to the spear, which was already on the verge of obsolescence, but in fact the bayonet appeared in 1640, and the Ming Dynasty also stuffed it into the bird's gun.

The grenadiers are light arquebuses.

In fact, Yang Xin's own Suer-style arquebus, although there was also a stand, but the weight was reduced to about eight catties, which was barely acceptable, so Yang Xin also equipped them with bayonets.

Gunslingers.

After all, this one is easy to make.

The technical content of a qualified bayonet is actually not low at all, it can even be said to be very high, and a casual modern bayonet is a treasure knife at this time, so it is still a wrought iron awl.

At this time, the enemy on the opposite side resumed the attack.

Because the terrain restricted the victorious army and could not move forward in formation, and the Zhangba spear was not convenient in this kind of attack, so it was muskets and knives, in addition to small furlong machines and tiger squat cannons.

"Ready!"

Enchi shouted.

He cowered behind the stone wall and picked up a grenade.

His grenadier men also picked up grenades, and then one of them took a fire rope and watched him silently, while there was a chaotic sound of gunfire all around, bullets flying overhead, and gunpowder smoke filling the air. This small fortress is under siege by four battalions of enemy troops, and there are reinforcements fighting with them on the periphery, the entire Toumao Peak and even Ermao Peak, all of them are battlefields, and they are only a part of this battlefield here.

"Ignition!"

Enchi shouted.

Then he lit the grenade and threw it without hesitation.

All subordinates threw grenades at the same time.

A chaotic explosion suddenly rang out outside the stone wall.

"Rush!"

Eneng picked up his gun and roared and then flipped out, and after landing on the ground, he rushed forward with his gun in the smoke of gunfire, and dozens of subordinates behind him swarmed to follow.

He rushed into the smoke in the blink of an eye, and an enemy on the opposite side had just stood up, he stabbed him directly into his chest and then pulled it out, and an enemy next to him raised his gun in shock, and before the fire could be skewed by the butt of his gun, the fire sprayed, he raised his foot and kicked the man in the chest, and the latter immediately fell, and he immediately lowered his head and pierced his body. Like a fierce tiger, he continued to stab down one enemy after another in this thick fog of gunsmoke, until the sudden wind blew away the gunsmoke.

The muzzle of the Furlong machine on the opposite side was impressive.

He was so frightened that he threw himself down.

"Get down!"

He didn't forget to remind his men.

The next moment there was a burst of flames in front of him, and shotguns swept overhead, and he could even hear a few screams from his subordinates, but at the same time, he leapt from the ground and charged fiercely at the Furlong with his musket on his bayonet.

The victorious army reloaded in a panic, and although the Furlong machine reloaded quickly, it still failed to catch up with him as he descended the mountain.

He almost crashed into these victorious soldiers with guns together, just after he stabbed the two of them in the blink of an eye, the remaining few scattered in fright, and at the same time the other two men arrived, Ainengqi turned the muzzle as fast as possible, and the two groups of tiger squat gunners not far away found him and turned the muzzle in a panic, but unfortunately Ainengqi was the first to fire, and the dense shotgun swept across the two groups of tiger squat gunners.

Then he led his men to complete the reloading, fired a round of shotguns at the fleeing enemy troops in front, and then several people lifted the thing and threw it directly, watching it roll down the hill before quickly lifting the dead and wounded companions back.

Then one by one, they collapsed to the ground inside the fortress, and it was clear that the battle had almost exhausted them as well.

At this time, fierce battles were still raging around the fortress.

The whole Huishan is filled with gunsmoke.

In the center of the fortress, another ring of parapet protection was the centerpiece of the battle.

Twelve mortars.

These mortars, which are as short and thick as buckets and are mounted on square wooden bases, are constantly shooting flowering catapults into the sky at a speed of several minutes. These expensive flowering shells dragged smoke trails to the apex of the trajectory and then fell in a parabola, turning into explosive flames in the Xishan Fort, less than two miles away.

The battery was in shambles.

However, because the power of the eighteen-pound flowering shell is limited after all, it still maintains its combat effectiveness, and the defenders hidden in the trenches and forts are still firing from a distance, and the artillery battle with the Huishan Fort of the loyal and brave army on the opposite side continues.

Obviously, it's not easy to blast it off.

"It would be nice if this thing was bigger, if there were more than a hundred pounds of shells, and it would be smashed from the sky like this, I'm afraid it would be able to smash the fort without gunpowder!"

The grenadiers, resting against the stone wall, admired the trail of the flowering bullets, and one of them said rather regretfully.

He didn't know he was already smart.

At this time, the Europeans played mortar artillery bombardment forts, at least sixty-eight pounds, and even hundreds of pounds of heavy shells, deducting those legendary levels such as those cast by the Ottoman Empire, at present, European countries can also drag out a few big guys who hit hundreds of pounds or even hundreds of pounds of heavy shells, and even in order to save money, they are reluctant to hit iron shells but stone shells, the purpose is to smash the fortress from the sky.

"What do you use to lift a hundred pounds of cannonballs? A hundred pounds of shells, how do you let those militiamen carry them up from under the mountain? ”

Ainengchi said.

Suddenly, the soldier on guard next to him screamed.

"Look, the tower is falling!"

He shouted.

Ainengqi climbed up as fast as he could, and looked at the Xishan Fort in the distance, the iconic Longguang Tower was crumbling, and at this moment, a flowering bomb landed right under the tower, and then a ball of fire exploded. In the explosion, the Longguang Tower shook in a visible way, and then, as if it had finally been supported until its last breath was exhausted, it tilted sharply to the right and disintegrated in the tilt, turning into several pieces and falling into the middle of the turret. The top of the fallen tower even smashed on a fort, directly smashing the fort and burying the cannon with the soldiers inside.

"Oh yes, this tower has finally fallen!"

Ai Nengqi said with a look of satisfaction as he wished.

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