The fourth volume of the sharp blade out of the sheath Shenzhou moves

Before dark, a large group of Tartars finally ran up to the city again, and Qin Haoming saw that many Taiji had taken the risk to run up to see the mound.

The mound was very close to the city wall, and the distance between the front was only about one hundred and fifty steps, and the soldiers and the people began to spread forward after setting up the foundation like a large swarm of ants.

One by one, the dirt bags were thrown in front of the pedestal, and the people at the head of the city were obviously panicked when they saw the mound moving forward.

Tartars began to shoot arrows downward, and at this time they were not very worried about being bombarded by artillery.

After all, the distance of two hundred steps is too close, and even they understand that this distance is likely to bombard their own people, and it is unlikely that the Ming army will fire artillery.

But this distance was too far from the bow and arrow of the Tartars, and the Tartars at the head of the city gathered many at once, densely like a swarm of ants.

They hurled downwards with all their might, but more than ninety percent of the arrows fell within a hundred and fifty paces, and stuck diagonally on the turf.

Only a few arrows can float to the top of the mound, but there is a group of soldiers on the periphery, holding up one-man tall slots, keeping most of the arrows out of the mound.

In such a defense, only a small number of arrows could hit the baggage, and the outermost baggage soldiers were wearing chain mail, and they did not care about these exhausted arrows.

It may be that seeing that bows and arrows were useless, there was another rush in the city, and the Tartars began to manipulate the artillery.

There was no reaction from the city, and the Tartar artillery was fixed on a wooden gun mount, and they had no way to adjust the muzzle for flat or down-fire fire, so there was no threat to the baggage and sappers who were carrying out civil engineering work.

After the artillery was fired, the people were threatened, and some shells fell among the people who carried the dirt bags, and large pieces of turf bounced up.

"Don't panic, don't be afraid!" The cavalry was in charge of the two flanks, and Hu Handong rode on his horse and shouted to the panicked people:

"The power of the Tartar cannon is small, and we have soil and turf here, and the cannonball can't jump up when it hits, so it's right."

Hu Handong's words are actually very reasonable, the solid artillery shells of this era have the least lethality to targets with a certain slope, and the lethality of targets on mud and grass is not great.

Like a city wall cut from blue bricks, the power of solid cannonballs is really not small, but the target on the grass is very limited.

Moreover, the cannons of the Tartars are mostly small cannons, and the cannonballs are not much bigger than fists.

Unless you get hit directly, you don't have to worry about ricocheting, and the chances of getting injured or killed by artillery are very small.

"The dog rides a horse, and when he sees a cannonball, he rides to hide, and of course he is not afraid."

"I'm afraid I won't be able to hit him, he's hiding next to us, this cannon is coming at us."

"There's no way, take people softly, eat people with short mouths, who told us to take the silver to sell our lives!"

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The people did not appreciate it, and while shouting and scolding at the cavalry, they increased their pace a little faster.

Zhao Wen was also in the team, carrying a 100-pound sack on his back. He has been working hard for nearly a month, and the most important thing is to exercise people's physical fitness.

He has changed from a white-faced scholar to a standard man, and when he exerts force, the muscles on his body bulge, and the muscles of his waist and back are very coordinated.

His arms were strong and powerful, and the exposed calves were full of strong strip-like muscles, and if you looked closely at his hands, you could see that the tiger's mouth was already full of thick calluses.

Such a person, if it weren't for the spirit in his eyes, the complexion on his face was still quite fair, and he was no longer significantly different from an ordinary farmer.

A hundred pounds of dirt bags pressed on his body, running from four hundred steps away to one hundred and fifty steps, against the cannonballs above his head and arrows that might fall, Zhao Wen felt that the blood in his whole body was boiling, and the muscles on his body were trembling.

He thought he would not be able to withstand it, but after two consecutive runs, it was only by the third time that he felt that his steps were difficult.

By this time the earth ramparts had been piled up a hundred paces earlier, and the arrows of the Tartars had become dense.

Fortunately, the flag of the military division was unfurled, and the firecrackers of the brigade rushed up in a horizontal line, and when they reached eighty paces, the firecrackers stopped.

Arrows began to shoot at the Musketeer, a dense stream of feathered arrows falling down like locusts, and the Sword-Players held their swords aloft in the front, but there were still arrows in the Hammer-Hands array.

"Aim!"

Because the medicine was pre-loaded, under the order of the small flag at the head of the line, everyone heard a loud bang.

Qianhu Xiao Fei also carried the fire gun on his shoulder, the heavy fire gun was against his shoulder, and the mouth of the gun was aimed at the top of the city, eighty steps away, and in the blink of an eye, he aimed at a round-faced tartar wearing a red tasseled hat.

But all the tartars were similar, all wearing big hats, red tassels flashing, and some armored figures swaying at the head of the city, most of them archers in the appearance of herdsmen in jackets.

The rain of arrows fell, and there was a muffled grunt of arrows in their hands.

All of them were wearing chain mail, and it was difficult for the arrows to penetrate their bodies, and the iron tips of the arrows slashed across the chain mail, striking sparks and making a tooth-sore metal crash.

Arrows rained down on the entire array, shooting at the body, head, shoulders, chest, and arms...... Soon it was like the weeds were overgrown in the same place, and it was just two breaths.

"Put!"

Finally waiting for the order to play, Xiao Fei held his breath and immediately pulled the trigger!

The gunfire shook, and the familiar recoil was transmitted to his shoulder, Xiao Fei turned his face to the right, and the sparks and smoke that came out of the fire were avoided by him.

He squinted at the head of the city, the chest of the Tartar he had just aimed at was gushing blood, and his short and fat body was lying on the battlement, and he had been killed with one shot.

Killed!

"First column, retreat!"

The sound of the Chinese army's order sounded in his ears, Xiao Fei didn't dare to look at it anymore, and forced his excitement to bow his head and retreat.

The arrows clanged against the iron helmet.

"Stand, clear, load!"

Everyone stood still, Xiao Fei took out the strip and began to clean the chamber, there are a lot of residues after the breech gun is fired in this era, and it is a necessary procedure to clear the chamber.

If it was his flintlock pistol, there wouldn't be so much work.

It's a pity that the flintlock pistol has to be kept to deal with the next Jiannu, and it can't be exposed for the time being.

There was a loud sound of clearing the chamber on the entire front, and after the chambering, Xiao Fei took out the projectile bag from his chest, bit it open with his mouth, and shook it into the muzzle.

At this time, he felt a jolt in his left arm, and a tingling sensation hit him.

When he turned his head, he saw an arrow stuck in his left arm, piercing through the chain mail.

The tip of the arrow tore open the robe and lining, tearing the skin, but fortunately, the arrow was exhausted at this time, and it did not penetrate too deeply, only into the flesh.

Even so, the blood immediately flowed down, wetting half of the robe.

Xiao Fei scolded, but did not stop his movements, his injuries were not even minor injuries, he couldn't stop the actions required by the military order, and of course he couldn't leave the battlefield.

After loading the projectile, the lead pellets are put in, which are the rough standard projectiles given by the War Bureau, and then the gunners polish them to a size that is more suitable for the caliber of their firearms.

Usual maintenance of guns, grinding bullets and drying medicines are all homework that firecrackers must do, and in addition to training, these things also take up a lot of time.

High salaries are not so easy to get, and this is also the feeling of every soldier.

PS: Thank you for the book friend who eats and calls the year of the beast to extend the insect reward, I am grateful for the hospitality, and the homeland is difficult to leave!