Before the arrival of the Qing army, Zheng Xi made a secret marker outside the city wall, as long as he shot according to the hastily compiled shooting table, he didn't have to worry about the iron ball of almost twenty catties smashing on his own head. The cannonballs once again crushed the red marks in the fleeing Qing army, forming a barrier of iron and blood on this open land, behind the barrier was the Ming army like hunters, and in front of the barrier were several ravines mixed with flesh and metal, which were deeply imprinted on the earth.

More and more Ming troops crossed the moat, and they took out the long handcuffs on their waists and fired freely at the Qing troops not far away with the light gate. At a distance of about ten paces, the arquebus can barely keep the right head.

"Which one of the non-long-eyed ones let the firecracker come first? Looking for death? ”

If it weren't for the fact that the combat effectiveness of the opposite side was much lower than expected, it is estimated that this group of precious troops with only one person and two handcuffs would be sent into the moat as human sacks by the enemy ten times their size.

"Which is the Sentinel of the Firebolts? Get out of the way of Lao Tzu, get out of the way! Mr. Qian loudly supported the troops to adjust their formation, so that the follow-up cold weapon troops quickly passed through several wooden planks with iron shelves. In this messy situation, small infantry formations are more suitable for combat. The troops of several sentry posts stepped on the newly changed mille-feuille cloth shoes and struggled to catch up with the Qing army called Hanako in straw shoes.

Just when the guerrillas in that fortress were fighting back against the Qing army like herding sheep, Zheng Zheng ignored the dissuasion of his subordinates and went to the city dressed as a man. He even refused to give him the physical resistance to the guards, and only took two men to patrol the walls.

At this time, most of the people guarding the city wall were archers and bird guns, not the people who threw stones in film and television dramas, because if the people could throw stones across the moat, it would be better to give him a bow. Seeing Zheng Xian, who did not have a guard of honor, the prestige of the years still made the soldiers turn their heads and salute. Zheng Xi raised his hand slightly, said some words of encouragement, and ordered someone to push up the ginger soup that warmed his body, and personally served soup to a few soldiers.

Listening to some words of gratitude, he rewarded some silver cakes specially cast by the Zheng family. Zheng Xi set his eyes on the city to observe the battle situation. Several flags waved at the head of the city, and the Ming troops by the moat swarmed to catch up. Without the support of artillery, the killing efficiency gradually slowed down. The camp of the Qing army was not far from here, so it was only less than a hundred steps to pursue, and the troops were collected next to the bunker.

"If every cannon can fall in front of your own people, why worry about not being destroyed!" Looking at the gunner beside him who was cooling down the artillery, Zheng Xi suddenly had this strange thought in his heart.

After thinking about it, Zheng Xi knew that this was unrealistic. At this time, the only thing that could fire rapidly was the preloaded Franc machine, but the range of the Franc machine was too close, and the cannon was small. And the air leakage is serious, and the range is unstable. And the steady general cannon is surprisingly slow, and the time interval between the two cannons is enough for the other party to pounce on him with teeth and claws. If different guns are used to shoot in turns, then the position of the cannon is different, and the difference in the landing point is even greater, and there is no way to guarantee whether the shell will fall on the head of one's own people......

The mode of war is limited by the development of military technology, and Zheng Zheng's ambition of "infantry and artillery coordination" cannot be realized after all.

"Master, the minions just asked people to fill in the moat, but a piece of southern barbarians suddenly appeared underground, and our soldiers didn't have weapons, so they were cut off by surprise... The cannons on the head of the city also rang out, and the cannonballs seemed to have eyes, and each cannon hit the crowd..."A guerrilla warlord trembled to explain the reason for the defeat to Aobai, and stretched out his trembling fingers to point out the bloodstains.

Ao Bai has been in battle for a long time, so he can naturally see the strangeness of the trajectory of these shells, and he has also heard that skilled gunners can control the distance of shells. But the strength of each gunner's hand is different, and the size and position of the specific casting trachoma are also different, but how can this cannon be so neatly fired?

"Bring me a ruler."

Several soldiers took rulers and gestured on the ground, and the result became even more terrifying: the difference between the landing points of the cannonballs was within a few zhang, and the difference between most of the cannonballs when they landed for the first time was less than one zhang. The choice of battlefield is very important militarily, and if you can force the opponent into your own preset battlefield, then the battle is half the battle, the most typical example is the Mopanshan ambush at the beginning of the year.

Ao Bai walked around, listened to the reports of several junior officers, and set his eyes on the inconspicuous fortress.

"Before sunset today, completely destroy this fortress. It doesn't matter if you fill it with human lives, cannons, or rockets, it will only be the result. ”

In the face of the Manchurian uncle, no one dared to disobey this military order with a five-star difficulty coefficient in public, and only made a military order, and the officers immediately began to stare wide-eyed, and no one spoke in the big tent of the Chinese army. If the fortress is filled with human flesh, the soldiers under his command may directly turn around and camp in broad daylight, but maybe the Ming army will come out with another force to cool themselves directly. If you use cannons, iron balls sprayed from these pitted scrap copper pipes, to hit a fortress buried in the earth at a height of several feet, then you can only count on the gunner to be the emperor of Europe, and the non-chieftains who operate the artillery on the city wall.

Rocket?

This is actually less reliable than artillery. Rockets of this era did not have tails, and infrared guidance and radio guidance belonged to the Arabian Nights. And no matter how the cannonball always has a tube to control the direction, there will be no human comedy of the cannonball flying upside down.

Seeing that these elves refused to say anything, the main general knew that he had to take the blame, and gave the order in frustration, and the main general was ready to invest his blood. The people who rushed up before were cannon fodder who did not belong to the personal soldiers of the chief deputy staff, and if it didn't work after the explosion was blown, he personally stepped forward and let the personal soldiers rush over. Died on the battlefield, it's hard to say anything if you want to come to worship, your children may still be taken care of by the Qing court, if your head is on the door at night, it will be a different situation!

Which of these military leaders has never heard of how Ding Kuichu was overshadowed by classmate Li Chengdong? can frantically dodge in the sea of corpses and blood to achieve this status, who doesn't have a few concubines like flowers? There are no seven, eight, or ten men and women? If you are hit by the knife of Aobai, then you don't know who the flowers will be.

As the saying goes: sleep with your wife, beat your children. That's it!

In addition to this city wall that was used by the Qing army as the main attack site, the Qing troops camped in other places also made similar moves: all kinds of rockets that had been abandoned were invited out, and the magic arrows that were ignited and flew in the air on the high shelf, which could only play the role of cupola cannons, were also pushed to the edge of the moat behind the shield cart, and after a round of arrow rain, most of them were blocked by the city wall and fell to the ground, and only a few arrows were pierced into the wooden planks. After damaging three shield carts in a row, the Qing army had to give up this strange practice, scolding and adding a few wooden planks, and using the magic arrows as shield carts.

In the afternoon, the sound of artillery at the head of the city gradually faded. A few puffs of white smoke faintly rose from the city, and the Ming army gathered together to cook. The Qing army outside the city was doing the same thing, steaming from makeshift digging stove pits, and scruffy pigtailed soldiers throwing salt and a little pickles into pots that had filled a few holes. From time to time, a soldier would eat a stone or some strange creature that was white and fat, and then spit numbly on the ground.