Just when the Yuan army panicked and didn't know whether to advance or retreat, dozens of explosive packets buried in the edge of the barracks were ignited and exploded, and the stumps and broken arms that were blown up in the air fell like rain.

Without any warning, not a single Song soldier was found, and through the thick fog, the headless fly-like Yuan army was slamming around, but the raging fire dispersed the dense fog and gathered many panicked Yuan soldiers.

The artillery of the firearms battalion in the distance was firing shells in an orderly manner, and the problem that the artillery ammunition of the Yuan people thought about was not only a matter of one or two days, but also a matter of one or two days, and the firearms battalion had already had a way to deal with it. Every time in rainy and wet weather, waterproof experiments will be done, and now there are mature means to prevent rain and moisture, unless the extremely bad weather will affect the firing of the cannon, now this fog and humidity is just a piece of cake.

The invisible enemy also has shells falling from the sky, as well as too many people in the team, so that the lethal effect of today's Song army's shells is amazing, although most of the Yuan army has retreated, but the soldiers who have fallen into panic and fire siege are as many as 50,000 or 60,000 people.

The sky in the east gradually brightened, the originally thick fog had subsided somewhat, the Song army had already stopped shelling, the fire that had burned in the camp had been extinguished, and there were wounded and remnants of the Yuan army lying everywhere.

Kublai Khan's elaborate Foggy Night Raid was a complete failure, and without any contact with the Song army, more than 30,000 Yuan troops were directly killed or wounded by explosives and shells, which is not a very large proportion of the more than 200,000 people dispatched today.

So Kuangkuo is not desperate, as long as he does not give up the action and withdraw the army, then he still has the ability to fight with heavy troops, at this time the fog is getting heavier and heavier, and it has begun to drizzle like cow hair.

"Zhehu, the Song people stopped firing, is it because the weather is starting to rain?"

Just urged the horses to come to Kuokuo's side, Zhehu was stunned by this question, he ran over to prepare to withdraw the army, whether it rained or not, this attack had been mastered and used by the Song army, and there was no need to hold on.

"General, I think it's better to reorganize the army first and then retreat, the Song people have already set traps and ambushes......"

A cold light flashed in Kuokuo's eyes, and he shouted: "The cannon of the Song people is nearby, since it is no longer able to fire shells, it is a good opportunity for us to take advantage of it, can it be missed?"

The Song army, which has no cannons and gunpowder, is like a weak stake for our army, with a wave of a scimitar, you can easily cut off their heads, and you can defeat them with just a few charges, General Zhehu Are you afraid of the Song army in your heart? ”

Zhehu's face immediately turned red as soon as it was hot, but fortunately, the sky was not so bright that it was not noticed.

"Don't get me wrong, how could I be afraid of Song Jun! I mean to withdraw the damaged vanguard army first, organize the team and attack in this sortie, the range of the Song army's artillery is not very long, the weather is wet, the road is muddy, and it is difficult to move, so it will definitely not be able to outrun our cavalry. ”

Zhehu was panicked in his heart, even if he Khan Kublai Khan spoke to him, he was not as casual as this broad, but what can be done, this kid has been avenging since he was a child, and offending him is equivalent to wearing small shoes for himself.

"That's good, you lead the soldiers of Daxing Mansion to form their own way, and charge forward in five ways as just now, and after discovering the traces of the Song army, immediately blow your horn and notify the other forces to move closer to your direction."

Kuokuo's tactics are simple and direct, and with such a large military force gathered today, he didn't see a single hair of the Song army, so how can the tens of thousands of dead and wounded be counted? He has never suffered a loss temper that makes him unwilling to give up, he must find the Song army to fight, he can't grab dozens of or one hundred cannons, and it's okay to get three or five guns to go back to hand it over, it's better to talk than to go back empty-handed.

After the light of day was over, it began to drizzle, and the thick fog gradually dissipated, and the entire Yuan Dynasty army was ordered to charge in different directions in five directions, trying to find the artillery positions of the Song army.

Before they found out that the Song army blew the horn, on the contrary, their whereabouts were reflected in the Song army position in front of them, and sheds were erected on the rows of artillery positions, which were rainproof and humid and could keep warm, and the low muzzles of the guns had been adjusted to shoot at the entrance.

Today, every step of the Yuan army's actions has fallen into passivity, and it has fallen into the calculations of the Song army, and it is impossible to say whether this department can save his own life, because this is an important part of the meat grinder plan that Zhao Tianyou has begun, and every plan and calculation is to kill the living force of the Yuan army.

The cannonballs, which were as dense as raindrops, fell into the cavalry of the galloping Zhongyuan army, and the explosion caused the gunpowder smoke to be quickly eliminated by the rain, but it could not erase the blood splashed everywhere. One by one, the fallen war horses, the warriors who fell in the mud one by one, the wounds on their bodies gushed with bright red blood, dripping on the damp ground.

Just relying on the current equipment, confronting the cannons of the Song army is like a swarm of moths thrown into the candle flame, and the final fate has long been doomed, and it must end in death.

The rainy weather and muddy road conditions did not have any impact on the Song army cannons, not only in today's Daxing Mansion, from the first day when the Hongyi cannon was cast, the corresponding waterproof and moisture-proof means are constantly evolving, under the continuous efforts of Zhao Tianyou and Hong Kong Island craftsmen, with the weather and rain have long been inactive.

Behind the artillery position, a large number of Song troops had already assembled in formation, quietly waiting for their opportunity to appear, and the cavalry of the Yuan army, who were braving artillery bombardment, would find that the situation was even worse before rushing to the position. The ground, which is dozens of zhang wide, has been dug out by the Song army with countless pits and trenches, and there are bamboo thorns more than a foot long everywhere, which can easily stab people and horses to death.

The Yuan army was rushing forward with its life and flesh, and the Song army's shells seemed to be inexhaustible, constantly pouring artillery fire into the ranks of the Yuan army, taking away fresh lives. Just like the fate of the 30,000 tribal warriors, no matter how Kuo Kuo gave the order to urge, the troops rushing forward were like ice and snow in the sun, and they would melt away after two blows.

For today's campaign, the firearms battalion prepared a reserve of 10,000 artillery shells in advance, and a salvo of 900 sub-guns could kill and wound thousands of Yuan troops. Loading the shipborne heavy artillery with a relatively slow firing speed, each launch can blow up more than ten or twenty people, and the huge explosion power makes the Yuan army extremely desperate, as long as the dull thunderous noise sounded in the Song military camp, many Yuan troops began to bow their heads silently and pray.

The meat grinder plan and the mincing were many lives, countless souls, and the morale of the Yuan Dynasty army.

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