On the battlefield under the sunset, the remnants of the war burned quietly on the corpses and chariots, and the gunpowder smoke rising from the road looked particularly quiet and poignant against the background of the red sunset. The breeze blew, and the murmurs of the seriously injured and undead soldiers came from under the broken sword, as if telling the world the sorrow of the withering of life.

The battlefield of cold weapons is extremely cruel, those who died directly in battle are okay, they have not suffered any crimes, and those who are injured and not dead are more miserable, either trampled into flesh in the chaotic army, or watched their blood gradually drain, waiting for death to come. As for those who were forced to go to the battlefield for the first time, they thought they were smart and lay on the ground and pretended to be dead, most of them were trampled to death by the chaotic crowd after lying down, and those who occasionally survived by luck could not escape the encirclement and suppression of the battlefield team that cleaned up the battlefield later, and their side won the battle, and sent troops to clean up the battlefield and found that you were this deserter who pretended to be dead, and it was definitely more miserable under military law than dying on the battlefield. If you lose, it will be even worse, not only will you have to face the opponent's team to clean up the battlefield, but you also have to be careful that your ears and heads are cut off, and you must know that the credentials used to record the military industry in the era of cold weapons are either cut off the enemy's head or ears, how can you pretend to be in the face of such a situation.

In the sweat tent of Huang Taiji, many Baylors and tribal leaders sat in turn, and the rebellious Ming Dynasty scholars were standing behind the big men, and the class hierarchy in the Jurchen Dynasty was the first-class Jurchens, the second-class Mongols, and the lowest Mings. Even a Ming man in a high position like Fan Wencheng and Ning Wan was just a beast of some use in the eyes of the Jurchens. Just obediently obey, but anyone who dares to make the Jurchens dissatisfied, waiting will be killed, even if Fan Wencheng, who is known as the first Jurchen strategist, is noble, his wife can't protect and let Duoduo fall asleep, which shows the status of the Han people in the Jurchens.

"Today's battle situation, the sharpness of the Ming people's firearms, not to mention the rabble, that is, we sent the elite to play, in the face of such a sharp weapon, the end is just like this, everyone present, who has a strategy to deal with the enemy, this Khan has a heavy reward" Seeing the sudden outbreak of combat power in the Ming Dynasty, the uneasiness in Huang Taiji's heart became more and more intense, and all his net worth was pressed on this battle, if he was defeated, Emperor Ming would never let go of his people, and the future of Jurchen would be ruined.

Seeing Huang Taiji asking, those who only know how to ride horses and wrestle the leaders of the Mongolian tribes, you look at me, I look at you, all of you present have read a lot because of their noble birth, but this is only limited to literacy, there are almost no people who are really full of learning, and no one knows how to deal with such a situation.

"Great Khan, that kind of cannonball is definitely not fired by a red-coated cannon, judging by its launch trajectory, it should be thrown by a trebuchet, and the minister asked people to pick up some cannonballs that have not exploded on the battlefield. The process is made by pouring molten iron and then pouring a large amount of gunpowder. Seeing that everyone was speechless, Fan Wencheng, who was standing behind the crowd, stepped forward and said.

"Since the scholars know the origin of this thing, there is a way to deal with it" Seeing Fan Wencheng come forward to explain the manufacturing method of the cannonball, Huang Taiji suddenly came to his senses, once again ignited hope, and looked at him with a pair of green eyes.

"Although this shell is extremely powerful, its disadvantage is that the fuse is too long, and there is often a large section of the fuse that has not burned out after it lands, as long as the fuse shell is pulled out before this, the threat of explosion will be lost, but" said here Fan Wencheng paused.

"The production process of this thing is extremely simple and rough, and even the impurities in the molten iron have not been removed, with the national strength of the Ming people, as long as it is produced on a large scale, this kind of cannonball can be described as how many or how many, and a large number of cannonballs are encountered on the battlefield, even if people pull out the fuse, they will lose the other, the biggest trouble with this firearm is that the number of equipment in the Ming army is too much" said that Fan Wencheng can only cry out in vain, the heritage of the Ming Dynasty is far from being comparable to the Jurchens who are loyal to him, such a simple process is 2 countries with equal national strength, It can be imitated on a large scale, but the group of Jurchens who will ride horses all day long, hunt and drink blood, you let them go to war, and whoever fights the knife is no problem, but if you let them build and produce, then it is better to expect that the sow will go up the tree that day.

"Ben Khan doesn't need to know about these messes, you just need to tell Ben Khan how to deal with it" Fan Wencheng's words, the more Huang Taiji listened to it, the more his face turned blue, and unconsciously the whip in his hand was pinched and creaked, and the other messy Huang Taiji didn't figure it out, but there was one thing he understood, that is, the Ming army in the city had a large number of these cannonballs, which was a bad result for Huang Taiji.

"The best way to deal with firearms is to use firearms, the last time the group of sailors came to the Great Khan, didn't they carry dozens of artillery, the range of the artillery is far farther than the trebuchet, as long as the pit is dug outside the range of the trebuchet at night, and then the cannon is transported to the bottom of the pit, only a section of the barrel is exposed on the ground aimed at the city wall or city gate, with the shooting accuracy of the red-clothed cannon on the wall of the Ming army, it is almost impossible for our artillery to hit only a little barrel, and then it will be slowly blown up with artillery, as long as the city gate or city wall is blown down, In the face of the rushing army, how can the Ming army, which has lost the firearms of the city wall, make it the opponent of the Great Khan" In fact, there is one point that Fan Wencheng did not say, that is, the current firearms are afraid of rain, as long as it rains heavily, the new shells of the Ming army will also lose their effect, but in this way, the cavalry of the Eight Banners has no combat effectiveness, and the weather is uncontrollable.

Outside the city at night, a large number of Jurchen soldiers secretly ran to the battlefield with shovels and began to dig holes. This can't help but make many people who hear the sound tremble.

On the city wall of Jinzhou City, in addition to a large number of patrol soldiers coming and going patrolling, many key places, there are a large number of soldiers standing guard in line, now is a special period, even on the remote city wall, there are soldiers a few steps and a post of sentry, although there is no general will attack the city at night, but in the face of the army pressure, Jinzhou City also has to defend.

"I said brother, did you hear any strange sounds," the soldier Lao Zhao asked Lao Zhao leaning against Lao Zhao not far from him.

"You heard it too, it seems to be from the battlefield, so many people died during the day, and now there are strange sounds, it's really scary" It's just that before the two of them finished speaking, the voice of the prison army came from behind them.

"What are you two talking nonsense, what kind of place is this, this is the place where the army is assembled, there are sergeants patrolling everywhere, what mess dares to come to find trouble, I think it's probably the Jurchens" After scolding the nonsense of the two soldiers, the overseer continued to go up the city wall to check the situation, and at the same time sent someone to inform the commander of the night vigil.