The shotgun of a six-pounder gun could hold a hundred small projectiles. Pen %Fun %Pavilion www.biquge.info And for an eighteen-pounder gun, one shotgun is three hundred iron projectiles. The shotgun of an eighteen-pounder cannon is several times more powerful than a six-pounder gun.

The projectiles fired from the shotgun swept like a storm towards the Tartars in front. As soon as the shotgun was ejected from the muzzle, the projectile spread out and sprayed into the fan-shaped area in front. The projectile areas ejected by the forty heavy guns overlapped each other, and a storm of iron and blood descended everywhere on the front of the battlefield with a width of more than 600 meters.

Even Kong Youde, who was hiding behind the firecrackers, felt the murderous aura of the shotgun. The rows of soldiers in front of the formation fell to the ground like windswept wheat stalks, blood and flesh splattered.

Kong Youde saw that a firecracker was shot through the lungs by an iron projectile, and he could not breathe in severe pain. He clutched the hand of a firecracker next to him and refused to let go, shouting something in his mouth. There were screams everywhere on the battlefield, and Kong Youde couldn't hear what the wounded soldier was shouting, but he saw that the firecracker next to him had a pale face and was at a loss. The chief shouted for a while, then lost his strength and fell to the ground, and there was no more movement.

The rain of bullets composed of more than 10,000 projectiles killed and injured hundreds of Qing troops in an instant, and the front of the Qing army was full of red blood and flesh. The soldiers in the front row were either shot and fell, or they were covered in flesh and blood, as if they had experienced an apocalyptic trial.

Kong Youde roared angrily: "Push the cannon out and shoot shotguns." ”

The flag was unfurled, and Kong Youde's order was passed to the front of the formation. The Qing troops in the front row stopped their advance and let the artillerymen push the small Hongyi cannon to the front row.

The 53 cannons of the Qing army were continuously bombarded by Li Zhi's artillery along the way, and 27 of them were damaged, and now only 26 are available. The shotgun projectile in the barrel was loaded, and the Qing artillery lit the fire door and fired a shotgun at Li Zhi's soldiers.

Thousands of iron projectiles flew out of the barrel and shot at the Tiger Division, which was two hundred paces away.

The shotgun projectiles fired from such a distance could not be resisted even by the Tiger Ben Division soldiers wearing full-body plate armor. Blood arrows shot out from the bodies of the Tiger Division's soldiers, and a scream sounded in front of the Tiger Division's soldiers. In just one moment, more than 100 soldiers of the Tiger Division were injured and fell to the ground.

Li Zhi looked at the injured soldiers in the front row, and his heart was like a knife. These Tiger Ben Division soldiers are all Li Zhi's elite soldiers, and dying one of them makes Li Zhi's heart ache, not to mention more than a hundred deaths at once?

The Tiger Master had never suffered this level of damage. Li Zhi had to admit that the 30,000-strong heat-armed Qing army in front of him was the most powerful enemy Li Zhi had encountered since he crossed over.

After firing the shotguns, the Tartars continued with the army, loading ammunition as they went. The main force of the Tartars was 30,000 musketeers, and they were to rush to the seventy paces of the Tiger Ben Division and shoot the Tiger Ben Division. Two hundred paces away, they blew the fire rope and waited for the time to shoot.

However, after only seventy paces, they were bombarded by the artillery of the Tiger Division. Another salvo of forty cannons fired shotguns, like lawn mowers sweeping across the lawn, sweeping down all the soldiers in front of the front row in unison. Blood and flesh were like worthless rain, swaying in front of the battle, staining the soldiers and the land in the front row red.

In this era, the firing of thermal weapons units was arguably the bloodiest scene in the world. When firing at thermal weapons, the test is not at all the tactics and skills of the troops, but how unafraid of death the troops are. Whoever can withstand more death has a better chance of winning the war.

As soon as Li Zhi's cannon was fired, the twenty-seven cannons of the Tartars were pushed to the front of the battle again, firing shotguns at Li Zhi's Tiger Ben Division.

The smell of blood grew stronger in the air, and the scene felt like a massacre.

The scene of the Tiger Ben Division and the Han Army Banner firing cannons at close range made Hong Chengchou's scalp tingle in the distance. Is this a war? It's a mutual slaughter, right? Hong Chengchou saw that four or five Qing soldiers walking in a row were hit by the shotgun projectile at the same time, and the blood on the body of this soldier was surging at the same time, and the blood mist sprayed red the ground.

The soldiers of the two armies were like worthless consumables, one after another wounded and spurting blood in the roar of artillery fire, screaming and groaning, and falling to the ground and struggling. The soldiers of both armies are dying at a rapid pace, and their lives have never been so fragile.

However, Hong Chengchou could clearly see in the telescope that every time the Qing army died, the soldiers who died were four or five times that of the Tiger Division. Although the number of gunners of the Qing army is twice that of Li Zhi, if the bombardment continues like this, I believe that the Qing army will definitely be unable to support it first.

Hong Chengchou's face regained a trace of blood, and he gradually became a little excited--looking at Xingguobo's tactics, this battle seemed to have hope of winning.

In the Central Military Department of the Qing Army, Duoduo and Du Du looked at the massacre on the front line, and their faces were a little pale.

Du Du gritted his teeth and said, "Fortunately, these dead are all Han soldiers..."

Duoduo nodded, clearly agreeing with Dudu's opinion.

However, the two had to admit that the Han army flag firecrackers trained by Kong Youde were very tenacious, and they still did not weaken after suffering more than 2,000 casualties, and they were still moving forward. Such morale is nothing more than that of the bannermen of the Eight Banners of Manchuria.

On the front line, Kong Youde has been stimulated by the heavy loss of the Han army flag to the point of blood-red eyes. He shouted at the banner commanders on the left and right, "Speed up!" Speed up! ”

The Qing soldiers charged forward under the bombardment of shotguns, and rushed to a distance of eighty paces from the Tiger Division.

A swan sound pierced the battle line, and Li Zhi's riflemen opened fire.

The soldiers aimed at the Qing soldiers one hundred and twenty meters away and pressed the trigger. The thrust generated by nitrocellulose continues to act on the tail of the conical bullet, which expands, makes close contact with the rifling in the chamber, and begins to rotate under the action of the curved rifling. At the moment when the nitrocellulose was completely burned out and turned into gas, the bullet just rushed out of the muzzle and shot towards the Qing gunners one hundred and twenty meters away.

1,150 bullets were like more than a thousand deaths, piercing through the double armor of the Qing army's firearms and burrowing into the flesh and skin of the Qing army. The organs beneath the skin were too fragile in the face of the spinning conical bullet, and in an instant they were stirred into a cloud of blood. The blood is under pressure from the body and turns into a blood mist that erupts from the wound.

In order to reduce casualties and prevent being killed or injured by the fire from the flanks of the Tiger Division, the Qing army also crowded into the battlefield width of more than 600 meters to attack the Tiger Division. The Qing army used arquebuses, and because of the arquebus, a musketeer had to occupy a meter of battlefield width. Therefore, on the front side, the Qing army only had more than 600 people.

The Tiger Master only shot once, and almost all of the more than 600 people were shot, and they all let out a terrible scream.