"There are at least two hundred doors!" Pan Mancang's team officer said. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info words with a sense of triumphant arrogance, rippling with a strong sense of self-satisfaction. Pan Mancang and the others standing next to him also had smiles on their faces—such a powerful artillery corps belonged to their Fu Han army.

"Your Highness, there are two hundred and forty light and heavy cannons that have been fired. This number would reach three hundred at four o'clock, and by five o'clock, all the cannons were expected to be in firing condition. Liu Wu held the report sent by Huang Jingting, the commander-in-chief of the artillery, in his hand. Now there are 300 small cannons in good positions and 240 cannons organized to bombard. 240 cannons, even if each cannon fires one shot in two or three minutes -- pay attention to the heat dissipation of the barrels, and the shells that fall on the positions of the Qing troops in Changzhou are as dense as raindrops. And the number of cannons fired is slowly increasing.

The fireworks directly annihilated Changzhou City, one by one the flowering bombs burst, one by one the iron bullets, the orange fireworks in the billowing smoke appeared from time to time, and the wind could not blow.

One by one, the prepared Qing soldiers bravely lay down tightly in the inclined pit at the bottom of the trench, covering their ears with their hands. They knew that it would be an ordeal comparable to that of the eighteenth-layer region. The explosion of the flowering shells, especially the shells that fell from the ten-pound cannon and the twelve-pound cannon, the ground was trembling, and their hearts and livers were also trembling. Some Qing soldiers bravely lay in the pit and silently prayed for their good luck, so as not to let the shells fall into the pit and hit the top of their heads.

The civil fortifications built on the position, and the fortified courtyard specially set aside on the position, collapsed under the bombardment of flowering shells and iron bullets.

The breastwork wall was destroyed, the fortress built with earthen bags and sandbags was destroyed, the few remaining fortified courtyard houses in Xiguan, Changzhou were destroyed, and even the disc towers and corner towers on the city wall collapsed under the sound of artillery. That's the power of the concentrated bombardment of hundreds of cannons!

Such a fierce artillery bombardment can be called the first time in this time and space, not only the Qing soldiers have not experienced it, but also the Fu Han army has not experienced it. Many soldiers couldn't help but open their mouths wide, and some Qing soldiers who couldn't hold back the panic crawled out of the tunnel like fools, opened their mouths wide and screamed in panic, scurrying around the position, and finally almost disappeared in the explosion like a sea.

In the era of black powder, the real power of flowering bullets was average, and the destruction of strong diamond fortifications was still based on iron bullets. However, the shelling of such a scale, the endless sound of artillery and explosions, had an unimaginably huge effect on the morale of the Qing army and on the morale of the Han army itself.

After only two hours of shelling, Chen Ming found that the morale of the Qing army was already like silk, and the morale of the Fu Han army was so strong that it was about to become the Great Wall of the high mountains.

The ground was shaking violently, and the thick smell of gunpowder smoke wafted straight over, so smoke that people couldn't open their eyes. Chen Ming, Chen Erbao, Chen Yongsheng, Huang Jie and others each had a telescope, looking at everything in front of them as if they were enchanted. Gao Jinghui of the Second Division of the Front-line Garrison ripped open his collar and shouted: "Well fought, too good a fight!" ”

A full two hours of shelling seemed to pass quickly. The six artillery positions of the Fu Han Army were already full of piles of powder barrels and cartridges. The artillerymen were already sweating profusely, almost everyone was deaf, and some of them were bleeding from their ears and noses. A large number of wagons continued to replenish the ammunition of the artillery groups, because the shelling was far from over.

"Keep shelling. Hit until night. Then ......, Gao Jinghui! ”

"The end will be."

"The 13th Brigade of the 2nd Garrison Division of your department will take the lead tonight, and all the 400 large, medium and small plywood trucks prepared for logistics will be handed over to you."

"Take all the trenches outside Changzhou for me." Chen Ming's goal tonight was never just the west and northwest corners of the city. His finger drew a circle on the city of Changzhou on the map, "If it goes well, we will be able to completely surround the Qing army in Changzhou in the small city of Changzhou tonight." At that time, Chen Ming wants to see what kind of reaction Beijing city has, what kind of reaction is the huge Jiangnan and the huge China!

Those 'people' who sang about the decline of the Fu Han Army when the main force of the Fu Han Army withdrew from Jiangnan, will they be speechless and stick to it with a thick face?

Will the morale of the officers and soldiers of Chen Han in Hunan soar? Will the tens of millions of people in Hubei and Henan be more attentive?

The main force of the entire Jiangnan Qing army was concentrated in Changzhou, and Chen Ming loved Qianlong to death.

In a small courtyard in the north of the village, three families were stuffed into it by the Fu Han army. However, these three families are all surnamed Zhu, and they all have the same ancestor, they are all from the same family, and they are not separated from each other. Now, at this juncture of 'war and chaos', three families of more than 20 people are crowded in a small courtyard, and it is not even convenient to cook and go to the toilet, but they don't know why, just like this, a different kind of satisfaction rises in their hearts for some reason.

Is it just because the three of them are 'one family' that can be trusted by each other? Their house has a separate 'have' a small courtyard?

The sound of cannons has been sounding for a whole afternoon, and now it is dark, and the Zhu family has gone from being scared at the beginning to being accustomed to it now, and it has been so long that they have almost adapted to it. It's like listening to a loud firecracker.

A few children climbed up to the roof to watch the cannon at first, but now none of them have any leisure. I was hungry and honestly lay in bed.

The Zhu family is not going to eat tonight. The first is that they are not in the mood, and the second is that in order to save a meal, the peasant family who does not eat after the afternoon has gone for a long time.

"Bang bang ......" suddenly sounded a knock on the door in the outer courtyard.

"Open the door, open the door."

There was a strange and impressive voice accompanied by the knock on the door, it was the young soldier. It was this voice that brought the three of them into this small courtyard early this morning. The voice also preached to them the rules of the Fu Han army, killing, robbing and insulting women, and this crime was to be killed on the side of the Fu Han army. If they encounter such a thing in the future, they should come to the army to complain. No matter who is in the team, once it is verified, they will be severely punished!

"I'm ......, I'll open the door."

"Don't go alone, let's all go. The men went, and the women and children stayed in the house. ”

Pan Mancang was tapping on the door, but his heart flew to the front line, he knew that there would be an attack at night, but the attacking force was the 13th Brigade of the 2nd Garrison Division.

The artillery positions to the east were still bombarded, and the sky was red with artillery fire.

"Master Bing......" The door opened, and all the men in this small courtyard came out, and at first an old face smiled at Pan Mancang.

Pan Mancang didn't feel anything about the smiling faces of these people, and handed over the bag of military rations in his hand, "Seeing that you didn't make a fire, eat the dry food pads." With a wave of his hand, he turned his head and left. The soldiers who followed Pan Mancang also hurriedly followed. The figure left a few worried to open the door, and the old and young masters of the Zhu family looked at the heavy bag of dry food dumbfounded. It's completely different from what they thought.

"Hehe, platoon commander, it turns out that you can also make things up." Walking out of a house far away, the soldier behind Pan Mancang covered his mouth and laughed. Pan Mancang's cold face didn't change at all, "What's so difficult about making up nonsense?" When I was a beggar for half a year, I didn't say anything. "So Pan Mancang is eager to fight, he is eager to get ahead, and he is eager to help Chen Han completely overthrow that damn Da Qingguo.

Pan Mancang sent out more than the bag of Lao Zhu's family this time, the military dry food that they collected in the platoon or that had not yet opened was four big bags, and everyone in the platoon had seventy, eighty or ninety yuan.

They don't really want to eat these things, they have eaten enough. The procession marched without firing and ate dry food. Now Pan Mancang Pai has all the rest of the dry food that they should eat on the ship. But when a person sits on a boat, it is not comfortable to sway, how can he still gnaw on the dry food on time and in quantity? That's what they're left of. Now their platoon doesn't eat military dry food -- the team is all encamped, and there are soup and vegetables and steamed buns and rice to eat. But it's a pity to throw it away. Pan Mancang remembered the people in the north corner of the village. I picked the four closest ones, and the ones that didn't light a fire were sent directly.

The old and young men and women of the Zhu family were surrounding the two oil lamps, looking at the bag of military dry food as if they were rare. A few of the children also had greed in their eyes.

The oldest man slammed the cigarette pouch pot that had long been extinguished in his hand on the leg of the table.

"Don't think about it, let's eat."

"With those cannons outside Changzhou, I think the imperial court also wants to come back. Eat—"

"This thing looks like a snack, and it's wrapped in oiled paper, and it's not topped. Eat them all—"

As he spoke, the old man even touched the silver dollar hidden in the belt around his waist, which was real silver, which could weigh seven or eight yuan, and it was the cost of the Fu Han army to borrow his house. "Such a team is benevolent and righteous......"

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By eight o'clock in the evening, it was already completely dark.

The artillery of the Fu Han army suddenly stopped. The Qing army didn't realize it at first, many people were still nesting in the tunnels, and then slowly, slowly, more and more people woke up.

They got up with great difficulty, and lay on their stomachs in the trenches for four or five hours, their bones already stiff.

Five hours of shelling before and after, shelling with increasing intensity, this one was too violent.

Who of the 70,000 or 80,000 Qing troops in Changzhou had experienced such a powerful and protracted artillery bombardment?

This is not an iron bullet, at least half of the shells are flowering shells!

The intensity of the battle of Taizhou is small compared to this shelling.

After Yin Jishan and Feng Sheng's forehead listened to the sound of the cannon for five hours, the whole person felt like they had aged five years. The only thing they could be thankful for was the trenches, the deep trenches.

How much damage did the Qing army outside the city dodge by digging the trenches that were dug out of the earth?

Without them, the Qing army would have had no choice but to build a fortress outside the city. And under such fierce artillery fire, the iron-clad camp was also dissolved.

Feng Sheng's forehead did not take it lightly, and when he saw the cannons of the Fu Han Army in the morning, he knew that it was not good. In the previous battle of Danyang, there were many cannons of the Han army in the battle, which frightened him, but he didn't expect that in the battle of Changzhou, Chen Ming could really take out 500 cannons.

At noon, the cannons of the Fu Han army had not yet fired, Feng Sheng went up to the city to take a look at the opposite side, although the cannons were not illuminated by the sun, but the dark muzzles still made him dizzy.

"Order all battalions on the front line to be on strict guard."

"Chen is especially good at night fighting. Do not slack off in the battalions! ”

The circumference of Changzhou city is eleven miles, the west and the northwest corner are the main attack direction of the Fu Han army, the cannons of the Fu Han army are all arranged in the west and northwest corners, and the city is more than four miles in the face. Five hundred cannons are concentrated at such a short distance, how dense the fire is.

The confidence of Fengsheng disappeared after the Battle of Danyang, and now it has completely fallen to the bottom. He was even more worried that the defenders on the front line would be able to move freely at this time after staying in the artillery fire for so long?

"Tell Chang Ling and Duan Xiulin to immediately lead the troops into the positions in the west and northwest corners." The third order followed. (To be continued.) )