Goxinga put his hands on the edge of the earthen wall and pressed his chin on his hands, with a harmless smile, posing as a sunflower. Looking at the busy Taiping Army, he happily sold cute. Although the Taiping army was far stronger than the bandits before it, there was almost no difference in the way the two attacked. Guo Xing'a regretted asking for help from the Jiangnan camp a little, and with this kind of play, unless Huang Daping shook another 10,000 people, Guo Xing'a could win while lying down.

Although the Taiping army was outnumbered, it was not enough to break through the firepower network of Goxinga by virtue of its numbers. Although it is almost impossible to directly destroy the opponent's musketeers like this time, the Goxinga Division is fully equipped*, and it has the right advantage in rate of fire and accuracy. On their own side, they have earthen walls and trenches as protection, and the Taiping army can only stand in the wilderness and shoot at themselves, and the outcome is clear at a glance. If the Taiping army wants to engage in a long-term siege and wants to rely on Guoxing'a, Guoxing'a is not afraid of him. Xiande's return for this trip almost brought back the supplies of the first quarter, and Guo Xing'a is now short of weapons, ammunition, food and grass. Lean on me, Lao Tzu leans on your heartache.

The proud Guo Xing'a was about to hum a little song to help the fun, and a few things suddenly pushed out in the Taiping army team made Guo Xing's smile freeze on his face instantly. Although I can't see the specific model clearly, fools know that the thing launched by the Taiping Army is called a cannon. Moreover, through the wheeled gun carriage and the attached ammunition truck, Guo Xing'a can be sure that these cannons are foreign cannons imported by the Taiping Army.

After the Ming Dynasty, the development rate of firearms in China seriously declined, and there are many reasons for this. There are various reasons for artillery, but the Qing Dynasty was too obsessed with heavy artillery, and it must be one of them. The reason why the Qing Dynasty was obsessed with heavy artillery, in addition to superstitious firepower, the inability to understand the construction of the gun carriage was also a key factor. The Qing Dynasty can make tens of thousands of catties of big guys, but there are very few small and medium-sized cannons that can run all over the ground and go there to use there, only a few kinds of mountain splitting cannons. And the level of that thing is really not flattering, almost the level of the Ming Dynasty. What's more important is that these fifty-pound small cannons also have no gun mounts. More than 100 catties and less than 2,000 catties, which can accompany the troops to be flexible and maneuverable, there are almost no medium artillery in the Qing Dynasty. The Qing army was too extreme, either the small shotgun was endlessly fighting, or it was a big guy with tens of thousands of catties of bombardment, and the medium-sized firepower was almost equal to the blank.

Artillery should be flexible and mobile with the troops, and while it is light, the key is the gun mount. Artillery is placed on a gun carriage with two large wheels, and the scene of a battle pushing the cannon all over the ground is a common sight in the West. But it was not common in the East, where artillery was either fixed on batteries or placed on pallet carts. The rare movable gun carriage, which is also a trapezoidal gun mount, moves slowly, and has too much weight and a short travel distance. During the Kangxi period, Nan Huairen was used to make cannons, and there were also general cannons that used wheeled gun mounts. However, Guo Xing'a doesn't know why, this thing has not been promoted, and most domestic guns still can't be mobile with the gun mount. Whether it can't be built or can't be built well, or it is not paid attention to at all, Guoxing is unknown. But at the moment, it is definitely a foreign cannon that can use a wheeled gun carriage and bring its own ammunition car.

Guo Xing'a watched in a daze as the Taiping army pushed the five artillery pieces out of the position, unloaded the ammunition truck, and the soldiers began to set up the artillery after aiming at the approximate direction. The Taiping army was very professional, and the group of seven was preparing for artillery firing. Three people pass ammunition near the ammunition truck, which is supposed to be an ammunition group. Four people were responsible for the specific operation, one person was holding a barrel and felt stick to prepare to clean the chamber, two people were holding a pusher rod and ammunition to be responsible for loading, and the last person was standing at the tail of the gun with an iron drill, which should be responsible for aiming and firing the cannon. The gunners of the Taiping army advanced and retreated in a measured manner, and cooperated tacitly, and the loading was soon completed.

Guo Xing'a has been scolding He Chun in his heart: "You pig's head!" If you send the foreign cannon to Lao Tzu earlier, Lao Tzu will not be able to fight an artillery battle! Now it's good! The range of the conscienceless cannon is too close to reach, the Hall rocket is completely unaccurate, and Lao Tzu can only be beaten! ”

"Hidden! Anti-artillery! Guo Xing'a muttered depressedly for a while before he reacted, he should have a posture of being beaten!

Guo Xing'a yelled, and slipped out of the trench, honestly sticking to the trench cat. Because he had estimated that he would have to fight against an enemy with strong artillery sooner or later, Guo Xing'a had always regarded anti-artillery concealment as one of the training subjects of the assistant leader. Everyone was stunned for a moment when they heard Guo Xing's roar, and they all immediately got into the trenches. A few who were too far from the trenches also quickly lay down and crawled to the trenches.

"Tong" leaned against Guoxing'a in the trench, heard a cannon sound in the distance, and quietly began to look around the village, looking for the landing point of the shell. After waiting for a few seconds, there was a "woo" sound in my ears, and a large iron ball flew into the village. The iron ball bounced a few times on the clearing, slowed down, and rolled on the ground for a while before slowly stopping.

"It's over!" Xiande, who was hiding in the second-line trenches, looked directly at the iron ball, and after a while, he whispered to Cezanne beside him.

"It should be over!" Cézanne isn't so sure.

"It's not the same as what the adults say?" Goxinga had been training anti-aircraft artillery according to the standards of World War II, and in Goxinga's description, the shells flew like a tsunami and the sky fell apart. But for the first time, Xiande, who was bombarded with a cannon, only saw a not too big iron ball bouncing twice in the village.

"It doesn't seem to be *powerful!" Guiwu on the side also felt that what Guo Xing'a said was too far from reality. When Guo Xing'a just shouted the anti-artillery, he was scared of the doubt. There is nothing that Guo Xing'a has created that is not eye-opening, and even the cannon that Guo Xing'a is afraid of should not be such a bird-like!

"The cannon without conscience is much more powerful than the cannon of the bandits!" Xishou, who is directly under the staff officer, also said interestingly.

"What's so scary about this! Adults are too good at bluffing! Hatan, who was in reserve in the second-line trenches, was also dissatisfied with the power of the Taiping army's artillery fire.

Not only these officers, but also the soldiers of the companies below are also talking about the power of this artillery! The veterans of the banner people have been trained for a long time, and they are bound by the rules and do not dare to move. The recruits of the Han army in the infantry battalion were all active, and a few of the more bold ones stood up straight, stuck their heads out of the earthen wall and began to look at the Taiping army opposite.

"Death! What do the regulations say, retract your head to Lao Tzu! Li Zhi, the leader of the recruit squad, scolded the soldiers under his subordinates.

The sound of the artillery was very dense this time......, and the five artillery pieces of the Taiping Army opened fire at the same time. The first shot was to correct the bearing, and after a little adjustment, the Taiping army immediately began to fire a salvo.

The eyes of everyone behind the defense line were attracted by the sound of Li Zhi scolding his subordinates, and as a result, everyone witnessed the power of the solid cannonball. An iron ball flew in from outside the village at a speed visible to the naked eye, and hit the earthen wall for the first time, but the contact area was not large, and the iron ball bounced up again and continued to fly towards the village. Standing in front of the iron ball was the head of Li Zhi's subordinate who was looking out. In full view, the soldier's head was gone. It didn't fly away, it didn't shatter, it crashed, and the iron ball directly smashed the soldier's head into a blood mist. The comrades-in-arms beside him only felt that something was splashed on their faces, and in the blink of an eye, the comrades-in-arms around him were only a headless corpse.

The iron ball continued to jump under the gaze of the crowd, and finally landed on the ground and rolled slowly, just at the feet of one of the soldiers of the miscellaneous team. The soldier didn't know whether it was a childlike heart, or a brain short-circuit frightened by the head that turned into a blood mist, and he actually stretched out his leg to the iron ball.

"Don't! ......" Guo Xing'a shouted, and at the same time stretched out his hand, as if to pull the soldiers dozens of meters away, but it was too late to stop.

The soldier's leg touched the iron ball at an inopportune time, with a "click" and a terrible scream. The soldier was already clutching his legs and rolling on the ground in pain. Wu Xiuming hurriedly rushed over with a few medics, fed the soldier a painkiller, and then dragged him to the trench for treatment.

"Hey......" Guo Xing'a sighed helplessly. The solid cannonball looked as slow as a snail crawling on the ground, but as long as it hadn't stopped, it was still very lethal. You don't have to look at Guo Xing'a to know that the second cargo's leg is broken.

During the Napoleonic Wars in history, there was a British soldier who used his leg to block a solid cannonball that was still rolling on the ground, and then he lost a leg. The cannonball doesn't look big, but it's solid cast iron! It weighs six pounds, more than five pounds! How far can an adult roll an iron ball weighing five pounds with the greatest strength. If you do the math, you can imagine how much kinetic energy is still left on the slow-rolling iron ball.

The Taiping army launched a second round ......of artillery bombardment. But this time, the soldiers of the Qing army, who had just taken classes and handed over the bloody tuition, were completely honest. All according to the daily drills, honestly squatting in the trenches border artillery. Even the staff officers, who have always liked to mumble behind Guoxing's back, don't say a word of nonsense.

Guo Xing'a didn't know how the Taiping army dissipated heat from the artillery, and the shelling never seemed to stop. As if worried about the lack of iron in Guoxing'a, countless solid iron balls were shot into the deserted village, smashing the originally flat open space in the village into potholes.

Guo Xing'a, who didn't know what song to hum just now, crossed a lyric in his mind: "Accompany you to see the meteor shower, fall on this earth, and let your tears fall on my shoulder......"

The big iron ball version of the meteor Hugo Xing'a has seen enough, but the tears have no shoulders to fall, so he can only silently greet the eighteenth generation of Hechun's ancestors again. If you only squat and get beaten and don't fight back, when will it be a stop!

The Taiping army also found that the shelling had little effect, and the Qing army was hiding in the trenches, and there was no one in the open space at all. Not to mention a solid shell, even a blasting shell from World War I, there is no way to take the Qing army. The artillery of the Taiping Army did not have a curved firing function, and it could not hit the trenches. Unwilling, Carl decided to try his luck with the * at the bottom of the box.

When the first round* shot into the village, Goxinga was still holding the dirt in his fingernails. It wasn't until the sound of the explosion sounded not far away that Goxinga was pulled back to the battlefield.

"It's hard this time!" Heartless Hattan exclaimed.

The second round of the Taiping army...... "Tong, Tong" The explosion in the open space still failed to hurt the Qing army, but a shell crashed into a small house near the entrance of the village. With the loud sound of the explosion, the small house collapsed with a "bang", leaving only the gable on one side and the bricks on the ground.

In the third round of the "Tong, Tong......" salvo, the Taiping army may have raised the angle of fire this time, and the shells flew farther, and no more shells hit the earthen wall. Three shells exploded in the open space of the village, while the other two blew up two more houses.

"Fuck you uncle!" Guo Xing'a couldn't help it, the ghost knows how many shells the Taiping army still has. If the fight continues like this, even if there are no casualties, Guoxinga will not be able to withstand it. The Taiping Army is going to be a demolition office! After a few more rounds like this, the Qing army's houses will be demolished, and they will have to sleep in the open at night.

"Kong Zhen, get ready to fight back!" Guoxing, who pays attention to the quality of life, can no longer stand up to let the Taiping army demolish the house.