Although the number of artillery pieces equipped by each National Guard division of the Ming Army was less than half that of one division of the Wehrmacht, the total number of artillery pieces in the three divisions also reached hundreds.

The first to attack were about fifty light mortars, which may have been barely enough against strong fortifications such as city walls, but were extremely effective in destroying the enemy's fragile civil fortifications in the field.

The shells kept falling on the positions of the Fusang army, the bombed soil was splashed, and the flesh and blood were flying, and the Fusang army could not raise its head at all, so it could only be beaten passively.

"General, what about our artillery? Why don't we fight back? A big name came to Tokugawa Hidetada and asked.

"We have a limited number of artillery shells and must be used at the most opportune time. The enemy must also be planning to use artillery to take the lead, as long as we carry this artillery bombardment, the enemy will be short of stamina, and then it will be time for us to win. Tokugawa Hidetada said in a deep voice with a confident look on his katana.

That's exactly what he thought. He spent a lot of money to buy the decommissioned artillery and a limited number of shells from the British, and this time they were basically brought to the Korean battlefield.

And the Ming Dynasty has not yet been completely unified and pacified, and the garrison is everywhere, and he absolutely does not believe that a Liaodong theater will have more shells in reserve than his own. That's why this idea came about.

Of course, this kind of thinking is not wrong from a general logical point of view, but the army he encountered is not an army that has always talked about logic, and if it is logical, there should not be such an army in front of him.

The shells kept falling, and the trenches that the Fuso army hastily dug were blown to pieces, and some shells even happened to fall into the densely populated trenches, directly sweeping a large area.

Seeing that his soldiers kept dying under enemy fire, and there was no ability to resist at all, the daimyo behind Tokugawa Hidetada roared like thunder one by one, screaming viciously and cursing the Ming army on the opposite side.

It's not that they feel sorry for the death of these soldiers, but simply because these soldiers are the foundation of their status as daimyo. Without soldiers, they would soon be completely annexed by other daimyo or the Tokugawa family.

"General, we must not be beaten like this. The enemy on the opposite side is obviously not as many as us, we can't be so passive defense, we have to fight back, with the bravery of our Fuso warriors, we will definitely be able to teach these shameless Ming people a profound lesson. ”

Daimyo Takeda Daizo from Honshu Island angrily asked for battle.

Other daimyo were also staring at Tokugawa Hidetada.

Tokugawa Hidetada, however, did not give the order immediately, and he continued to observe the enemy's artillery fire. He finally found that the enemy's shells seemed to have landed near his own forward positions, and none of them fell into the rear positions, let alone threaten his own Chinese positions.

His heart moved, could it be that the enemy had some light artillery? That's why the range is so close.

In that case, let this fool Takeda Daizo test some of them, and maybe he can test the enemy's true firepower.

"Takeda, you are a real samurai, so please take your warriors to attack the enemy." Tokugawa Hidetada turned to look at Takeda Daizo and said loudly in a tone that was very trusting and appreciative of him.

"Your Excellency the Great General, please wait for the news of our Takeda Samurai's victory." Takeda Daizo bowed his head and let out a sigh of relief, and turned around and walked away with the katana at his waist in high spirits.

At this time, the artillery fire of the Ming army gradually slowed down, and finally stopped completely.

Many of the Fusang soldiers shook their heads and emerged from the mound of dirt, looking in amazement at the scene around them—scattered fortifications, ubiquitous severed arms and stumps, and blood-stained red and black soil...... And there are a lot of empty spaces around you.

This scene stunned them, and they had a feeling of the aftermath of the disaster.

They usually consider themselves the bravest samurai, and many of them have participated in many battles, and they thought they were fearless, but the scene in front of them made them feel weak and weak.

In the first round of shelling, at least more than 1,000 Fuso soldiers lost their lives. A large part of this was due to the fact that they were completely unprepared to deal with artillery, especially this small artillery that could be curved fired.

Crowds of people were killed in the trenches.

Their high morale was greatly weakened after a round of artillery fire from the Ming army, and many people were at a loss and did not know what to do.

At this time, there was a commotion in the back, and everyone looked back, only to find that it was Takeda Daizo, the daimyo of Kyushu Island, who was preparing to charge with his own samurai and soldiers, and many people looked at them in surprise, and their faces began to reappear with that cruel and brave color.

"Killing all these damned Ming people will only take advantage of artillery. Now that their artillery should be running out of shells, let them see the real power of our Fuso warriors! ”

Daizo Takeda shouted as he stood on a mound of dirt outside a trench brandishing his katana, causing a burst of cheers from below.

In the midst of these cheers, Takeda Daizo's henchmen led the warriors of the Takeda family to rush towards the Ming army's position.

Some of them rode horses, some walked on foot, and their costumes were also different, from soldiers with armor to samurai in cloth clothes, and even guys wearing ronin costumes and stepping on clogs.

The only thing they had in common was a fierce and cruel look on their faces, and all sorts of strange screams came out of their mouths.

Seeing the bravery of his comrades, the Fusang soldiers on the battlefield also let out various echoing strange screams, and for a while, there was a feeling of a group of demons roaring.

There was no movement on the Ming army's position, as if they didn't see these Fusang people rushing over.

Even the ferocious artillery just now did not sound again, which made the Fusang people even more fearless and fierce, and rushed towards the Ming army's position at a faster speed.

Eight hundred meters, no movement.

Five hundred meters, no movement.

Three hundred meters, there is still no movement.

When they reached about 200 meters, the Fuso warriors who rushed to the front could even see the eyebrows and eyes of the Ming soldiers, see the flat hats on their heads, and even see the nervous expressions of many Ming soldiers, which further stimulated them to rush towards the Ming army's position.

Finally, the gunfire rang out on the Ming army's position, and a dense rain of bullets rained down on the Fusang army.

The Fuso samurai who rushed to the front fell in an instant.

The Fuso people, who were not afraid of death, continued to run forward, the ferocity on their faces became more obvious, and they screamed strangely, like a pack of wild wolves descending from the mountain, not paying any attention to the death of their companions.

The bullets continued to fire, and the Fusang soldiers kept falling, but the people behind continued to kill towards the Ming army's position.

One hundred and fifty meters away, Fuso archers and musketeers also began to counterattack towards the Ming position.

It's just that their counterattack is more symbolic, because of the range, it didn't cause too much substantial damage to the Ming army, but at most it caused some faint riots among the Ming soldiers in the front.

Although the Fuso people are not afraid of death, they leave many corpses on the way of every step forward.

Finally, when they were about to reach the position of 100 meters, the Fuso warriors let out a strange howl like a wolf, grabbed their weapons and killed the Ming army.