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

On the battlefield, Xiao Fei didn't think too much. He followed Zhang Yun through several missions, but all of them used white-knuckle fighting, not firearms.

He was not injured either, and his little battlefield experience made him very calm, and he was not as excited and helpless as he was when he first went to battle.

He saw that many of the brothers around him had failed to perform, and they should be novices who were participating in actual combat for the first time.

Training only gives their hands and feet a mechanical memory, but if they are too nervous on the battlefield, the movements of their hands and feet are still easily deformed.

Of course, after a few actual battles, the novice will grow up and become a veteran who calmly loads under the rain of arrows like Xiao Fei.

But then again, everyone still has a way to go if they want to become a strong soldier who bravely moves forward in the face of a rain of guns and arrows, and dares to fight the enemy with bayonets.

After a few breaths, the loading was completed, and when the primer was loaded, the dragon head was pulled, and the rear team was waiting solemnly, the rear team had already finished firing and retreated, and then the commanding sergeant ordered: "The rear team stepped forward."

All the gunners stepped forward again, and the queue was a little chaotic.

The arrows at the head of the city were still falling, and Xiao Fei looked up, and there was chaos all around.

The people were carrying sacks, and the soldiers and sappers were constantly piling up the earth ramparts and extending them under the city wall, and the construction of the earth ramparts was not so simple, Xiao Fei glanced at it and retracted his gaze.

There were crowds everywhere, and the ground was full of arrows stuck in the ground, and a few people were hit by arrows, and they were quickly carried down by the stretcher troops formed by the baggage soldiers

From here, although it seems that there is chaos everywhere, in fact, there is order in the chaos, and everything is in order.

As they approached the position of the front team, the strength and density of the arrows increased significantly, and the soldiers in front held shields, and the arrows continued to fall on the shields, making a sound like a woodpecker pecking at the wood.

After the gunners stood up, another sergeant shouted, "Lift the gun!"

After a loud sound, Xiao Fei and his companions raised the fire gun high.

"Up, aim!"

This time, Xiao Fei didn't aim at a specific target, because the fortress was crowded with Tartars, and they drew their bows and arrows and shot arrows desperately downward

"Hit!"

All the gunners opened fire on the densest part of the crowd, hundreds of paces away, so close that they even felt like sparks were spraying on their faces.

No one hesitated or hesitated, and the gunners fired the bullets at the city as soon as possible.

Xiao Fei saw that many of the already broken city bricks had been broken, the bricks and stones collapsed, a group of Tartars who were firing arrows were hit, and a scream of ghosts and wolves sounded at the head of the city.

Looking at the head of the city from this distance, the height of three zhang actually does not feel too high, but with this thick city wall, the Tartars seem to be much bolder.

Even with their heavy casualties, there were no signs of collapse.

"Stand back, on the second column!"

Xiao Fei and the others stepped back again, and the second column had already been loaded and came up to shoot in the air.

As they reloaded, the second column finished playing, and the first column stepped forward again.

During the rotation, Xiao Fei felt that the bow and arrows were much thinner, and when he finished this shot, he subconsciously looked up.

The city was already sparse, and only the bricks and stones that had just collapsed were still falling.

The corpses of the Tartars were lying all over the battlements, and the blood flowed down the walls of the walls, giving off a pungent smell of blood.

At this time, the sergeants had already ordered to retreat, Xiao Fei hurriedly lowered his gun, and the whole team retreated together.

When he came over again, he hadn't heard the order to release for a long time.

Everyone looked up, and found that the Tartars on the head of the city no longer dared to come forward, and only a few hundred people continued to shoot.

The arrows fired were only one hundredth of what they had before, and there was no threat at all.

Seeing that the firecrackers had completely suppressed the bows and arrows at the head of the city, the Chinese army and the whole army breathed a sigh of relief.

Zhang Yun kept sending a brigade of gunners to the city, and the entire southern city was suppressed, only a few people continued to shoot arrows, and few Tartars dared to poke their heads out.

First suppressed by artillery, and then beaten by fire, they couldn't raise their heads, and everyone's expressions were happy mixed with pride.

The use rate of firearms in the Ming army is extremely high, and there is no lack of experience in the use of firearms from the military to the people.

In the era of Qi Jiguang, due to the serious construction and strict standards, the firearms of the Ming army played a great role.

After the casting of the Franc cannon, several border towns were rationed with large and small Franc machines everywhere, and the Ming army not only used firearms, but also used a large number of firearms and attached great importance to them.

From the imperial court to civil officials, special attention was paid to the casting of firearms.

It's a pity that later went the wrong way, and after the naval guns were salvaged at sea, the artillery of the Ming army became heavier and heavier, and the scale became larger and larger.

Of course, it is the supreme weapon used to defend the city, and there is no way to fight the Jiannu.

It wasn't until Geng Zhongming, Shang Kexi, and Kong Youde that the three traitors returned to the enemy chief Taiji, that Jiannu had the Ming Dynasty's cannon casting technology.

But even then, it would be difficult for Kennu to break through a city garrisoned by artillery head-on.

Sun Chengzong's car camp has a large number of firearms, in the hearts of the Ming people, firearms represent a lot of things, but one thing is certain, that is, firearms are higher than bows and arrows, which is completely different from the Ming army and the Tartars.

On a deeper level, it is actually firearms that represent the progress of civilization, while the Tartars are still in the barbarian form. The people of Daming may not have thought of this, but it does not hinder their pride and pride.

Due to the corruption of the Ming officialdom, the quality of the firecrackers made is getting worse and worse, and the generals certainly have no training for the firecrackers.

Today's victory in pure firearms has made many people feel proud.

Firearms, civilization, iron and fire, this is the victory of civilization over barbarians, a hearty victory!

When it got dark, Zhang Yun sent a large number of soldiers and people to light torches to cheer up the people who continued to pile up dirt on both sides of the road.

The drums were beaten in the army, and in the slow and passionate beat of the drums, the morale of the soldiers and civilians did not become depressed by the continuous work.

The military doctors brought the wounded back to the tents of the field hospital for treatment, and the morale of the people became even higher when they saw that the wounded were being cared for by the doctors and treated properly.

In contrast, the smell of blood at the head of the city was very strong, many corpses were beaten to pieces, and no one came to collect them. There were also many wounded lying on the city, screaming and groaning, and no one came to treat them.

It is possible that these seriously injured people wanted to drink a jug of water before they died, but no one paid attention to such a thing.

The Tartars fought unfavorably, and all levels lost confidence, and in short, they were beaten badly.

In this era, the care of wounded soldiers was almost unattended, and no one would pay attention to them unless they were accompanied by very good comrades or relatives.

Illuminated by thousands of torches, the mound work continued, and the foundation of the entire mound had been piled up under the corners of the wall, and now the work was to continue to raise the foundation.

If the pile is about one meter high, it will be connected with the previous pedestal. The whole depth is more than 200 steps, the width is more than 100 steps, the north side is already more than a meter high, and the height under the city wall is slowly rising.

No one was resting in the entire camp, and everyone, including Qin Haoming, was watching this spectacular scene.

After the absolute suppression, the siege of the city with the sealing of the mound is a naked bullying and crushing, who called the Tartars inferior in strength, can not limit the stacking of mounds.

Who told them not to go out of the city, and they were powerless to kill and disperse the soldiers and the people?

Their firearms were poorly used, their bows and arrows were weak, and their cavalry was powerless to charge.

At a time like today, to see thousands of Tartars trembling in the city, to be bombarded to pieces on the top of the city, to see their flesh and blood rolling, to hear their ceaseless wailing.

For many, it was very sour, the soldiers had no mercy, and the taste of revenge was wonderful.

No one wanted to rest, and the soldiers were forced to take turns resting. They can't take off their armor to prevent accidents.

In the summer, wearing dozens of pounds of iron armor, standing was originally very physically demanding, and in the deployment of the Chinese army, there were constantly soldiers from thousands of households sitting down to rest.

They are comfortably half-lying down, or sitting cross-legged, drinking water, recovering their strength, although they still can't take off their armor, but at least they can recover most of their strength.

The soldiers who had the most opportunities to recuperate were the soldiers, followed by pikemen, who wore relatively heavy iron or piercing armor.

The musketeers had fewer opportunities to recuperate, and the chain mail they wore was the lightest, weighing only about ten catties, compared to the iron armor of the soldiers who were more than thirty catties, the burden of the musketeers was much lighter.

Only a portion of the cavalry was on horseback and ready to attack.

More often than not, the horses stand with their horses, or take turns to sit down and rest, and the horses drink water, feed, and maintain their physical fitness at regular intervals.

The whole army was in good order, and there was a slight chaos in the place where the earth was piled up, but it also maintained a relatively stable order.