Lao Zhong's words are actually very reasonable, the solid cannonballs 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 the city wall cut from green bricks, the power of solid cannonballs is really not small, but the target on the grass is very limited. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info Besides, most of the guns in the north are small cannons, and the cannonballs are not much bigger than fists, unless they are hit directly, otherwise you don't have to worry about ribling bullets, and the possibility of being injured or killed by artillery is extremely 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!"

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

Zhao Wen and Li Shanxin and others are also in the team, Zhao Wen is a hundred and ten pounds of sack on his back, if he was killed a few months ago, he can't carry it, even if he carries it, he can't go far, but at this time he is still walking like flying with a sack on his back, he has been working in the field for a few months, this kind of work is the most exercise of people's physical fitness, he has changed from a white-faced scholar to a standard farmer, when he exerts his strength, the muscles on his body are violent, the muscles of the waist and back are very coordinated, and the arms are strong and powerful, The exposed part of the calf is full of strong strip-like muscles, if you look closely at his hands, you can find that the tiger's mouth is already full of thick calluses, such a person, if it is not for the spirit in his eyes, the complexion on his face is still quite fair, he is no longer significantly different from ordinary farmers.

A hundred pounds of dirt bags pressed on his body, running from four hundred steps away to within 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 that he must not be able to withstand it, but after running twice in a row, it was only for the third time that he felt that his steps were difficult.

At this time, the earthen fortress had been piled up a hundred paces ago, and the arrows of the northern captives became dense, but fortunately, the banner 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 orders of the sergeant majors at the head of the platoon, everyone heard a loud bang.

Qin Bosheng 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 whole array, and the arrows shot at the top of the head, shoulders, chest, arms, legs, and feet, and soon it seemed to be overgrown with weeds.

"Put!"

Finally waiting for the order to put it down, Qin Bosheng held his breath and immediately pulled the trigger!

The gunfire shook, and the familiar recoil was transmitted to his shoulder, Qin Bosheng turned his face to the right, and the sparks and smoke that came out 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.

"First column, retreat!"

The sergeants' orders sounded in his ears, Qin Bosheng 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, Qin Bosheng took out the picket and began to clean the chamber, there were a lot of residues after the breech gun was fired in this era, and it was a necessary procedure to clear the chamber.

There was a loud sound of clearing the chamber on the entire front, and after the chambering, Qin Bosheng 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.

Turning his head, he saw that an arrow was stuck in his left arm, penetrating the chain mail, and the tip of the arrow tore open the robe and lining, tearing the skin.

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

Qin Bosheng scolded, but he didn't stop moving, his injuries weren't even minor, he couldn't stop the military order to ask for action, and of course he couldn't leave the battlefield.

After loading the ejection, put in the lead pellets, these lead pellets are the rough standard projectiles of the military division, and then the gunners use the usual time to polish them into a more suitable size for the caliber of their guns, and the usual maintenance of guns, grinding bullets and drying medicines are all homework that gunners must do, in addition to training, these things also take up a lot of time.

Military pay is not so easy to get, and this is also the feeling of every soldier.

On the battlefield, Qin Bosheng didn't think too much, he had already experienced several wars, although he had not fought with a white knuckle and had not been injured, but his rich battlefield experience made him very calm, and he was not as excited and helpless as he was when he first went to the battlefield.

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

Training only makes their hands and feet have mechanical memory, but if they are too nervous on the battlefield, the movements of their hands and feet are still easy to deform, of course, after a few actual battles, novices will grow up and become veterans who calmly reload under the rain of arrows like Qin Bosheng. Of course, if you 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 a bayonet, everyone still has a way to go.

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, Qin Bosheng looked up, the surroundings were in chaos, the people were carrying sacks, the soldiers and sappers were constantly piling up the earth fortress and extending it under the city wall, the construction of the earth fortress was not so simple, Qin Bosheng retracted his gaze after seeing it.

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, Qin Bosheng and his companions raised the fire gun high.

"Up, aim!"

This time, Qin Bosheng did not aim at a specific target, because the city wall was crowded with northern captives, and they drew their bows and arrows and shot arrows desperately downward.

"Hit!"

All the gunners fired at the densest place of the crowd, hundreds of paces away, everyone was very close, and there was even a feeling of sparks splashing on their faces, no one hesitated or hesitated, and the gunners immediately hit the head of the city.

Qin Bosheng saw that many of the already broken city bricks had been broken, the bricks and stones collapsed, and a group of northern captives who were firing arrows were hit, and there was a burst of ghost crying and wolf howling and screaming at the head of the city.

Looking at the head of the city from this distance, the height of three zhang actually doesn't feel too high, but with this thick city wall, the courage of the northern captives seems to be much greater, Qin Bosheng has participated in several small-scale battles, and the northern captives are all about to collapse at the touch of a button, and there is no resistance at all.

"Stand back, on the second column!"

Qin Bosheng and the others stepped back again, and the second column had already been loaded, and they came up to shoot in the air. Qin Bosheng and the others hurriedly cleared their chambers and refilled the medicine.

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

When Qin Bosheng and the others finished loading and waiting, the first column retreated, and at this time, Qin Bosheng and the others were the third column, and they stepped forward again to aim and release.

During the rotation, Qin Bosheng felt that the bow and arrows were much sparser, and when he finished putting this shot, he subconsciously looked up.

The head of the city was already sparse, only the bricks and stones that had just collapsed were still falling rubble, and the corpses of the northern prisoners were lying everywhere on the city walls, and the blood flowed down the walls of the city walls, exuding a pungent smell of blood.

At this time, the sergeants had already ordered to retreat, Qin Bosheng 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 northern captives on the head of the city no longer dared to come forward, only the sparse target, the northern captives had retreated far behind the city, leaving only a few people to continue to shoot, and the arrows fired by the bow and arrows were only one percent of the previous ones, and there was no threat at all.

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

Liang Xing continued to send a brigade of gunners to the city, and the entire southern city was suppressed, only a few people continued to shoot arrows, and few of the northern captives 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.

Different from the perception of later generations, many later generations thought that the Ming army was a pure cold weapon army, or that the use of firearms was related to the introduction of European technology.

In fact, the use rate of firearms in the Ming army is extremely high, from the army to the civilian are not lacking in the experience of the use of firearms, in the era of Qi Jiguang, due to the serious construction, strict standards, the firearms of the Ming army played a great role, to the casting of the Fran cannon, several border towns everywhere were allocated to the size of the franc machine, the Ming army not only used firearms, but also a large number of use and attached great importance to the firearms of the army.