In the face of the murderous aura of the Fuliao army in the big array, I don't know which gunner's nerves suddenly collapsed, and the first one fired a cannon, as a result, all the artillery on the Dajin artillery array, regardless of what model they are, and regardless of the range of their cannons, they all chased after me and ignited the cannons in front of them, and for a time the sound of the cannons was earth-shattering, and hundreds of large and small projectiles, like crows, flew towards the immovable Ming army position, gunpowder smoke filled the battlefield, and the projectiles covered the sky.

As a result, only a few projectiles fired by the red-coated cannons captured by the Ming army bounced and rushed into the position of the bed crossbow of the Fuliao army, and the rest were all wasted.

Those few pounced into the bed crossbow position that the Fuliao army was about to launch, and one of the fiery projectiles happened to be smashed on a bed crossbow, and the huge bed crossbow was immediately smashed into the sawdust flying, scattering the shelves, and the flying sawdust iron pieces caused heavy losses to the launch team behind it with five dead and five wounded, which was the first casualty of the Fuliao army since the start of this rescue war.

But the captain of the bed crossbow brigade was very glad that the hot iron bullets did not ignite the explosive packets piled up in the back, and if that happened, the consequences would be quite fatal.

Wiping the cold sweat on his head, the captain decided to deal with the enemy's artillery first, and then blow up the trench. So he immediately raised the red flag in his hand, observed and calculated it slightly, and gave an order to his teammates: "Raise the crossbow arrows by three or five points, target the enemy's artillery position, and prepare—"

The copyist of the 300-bed crossbow quickly shook the improved bed crossbow pitch adjustment handle, and with the help of the ruler handed down from above, plus his own experience, he immediately selected the target and was ready to fire at any time.

For hundreds of artillery to smash a bed crossbow, Tong Yangxing is very satisfied, to be honest, since the establishment of their own heavy army flag, there has been no real battlefield, captured the Ming army gunners in the original time, it seems that there are not a few cannons, to their own place, because of distressed artillery, there is no training, only those newly cast artillery only experimented a few times, and the cherished snow is hidden, and there is, now the cannon does not look at the mountain, let alone the angle ruler, with such a thing, In the absence of training and accumulation of experience, it is not easy to gain something as soon as you go to the battlefield today, and this is definitely an explosion of character.

So, in order to boost morale, Tong Yang fought on the high enemy tower, and ordered Goshha beside him to send an order to the whole army: "Reward the artillery team with a pot of wine and a pound of meat per person." ”

As a result, before Goshha's commendation order came out, there was a sudden thunderclap of bowstrings on the opposite position, and this guy opened his mouth wide to look south, and on the bed crossbow position in the south, three hundred huge javelins with explosives were overwhelmingly pierced to his side, and at this time Goshha immediately exclaimed: "Their target is our artillery position, run." ”

At this time, do you still have to rush? Those cannons were so heavy and weak that it was too late to run, so they could only beg for the gods and Buddhas in the sky, praying for the character of the artillery team to explode again.

As a result, the soldiers on both sides standing at the forefront, all their eyes followed the three hundred crossbow arrows, flying, looking up, and falling.

It is worthy of a well-trained bed crossbow team, just in the very short filling gap of the enemy's artillery, the design of the ruler is very accurate, three hundred explosive packs, after flying a short distance, have plunged into the artillery position, after a short silence, suddenly a series of explosions rose into the sky, gunpowder smoke and fire, shrapnel and steel balls, immediately enveloped the entire Dajin artillery position, in the splashing dust and gunsmoke, and those light gun bodies were lifted into the sky, tumbling and rolling very spectacular and beautiful, And those red-coated cannons and other heavy ones were also blown to the ground with their butts facing the sky, and those unlucky gunners had broken limbs and flesh flying.

In just a few breaths, another 300 explosive packs smashed into the enemy's artillery position again, ravaging the already broken position again.

When the last stone hit the ground, the entire Dajin artillery position became silent and deadly. Under the gaze of tens of thousands of pairs of eyes, a complete cannon could no longer be found in that devastated position, and a living soldier, the heavy artillery team that Dajin had painstakingly built, only achieved one result and was wiped out.

Tong Yangxing was in the earth-shattering explosion shock wave of the first 300 explosives packets, and was suddenly overturned on the high watchtower to the ground, but fortunately, the soil on the ground was soft, and he fell to the ground, but there was no big damage, but he couldn't get up, because the earth was trembling, like an earthquake of eight or nine magnitudes, and even everyone around him seemed to be drunk, swaying from side to side, and finally fell to the ground. And the watchtower where he was standing just now was crumbling and making a terrible sound in the shock wave of the first explosion, and when the second attack wave pounced, it was like a child's building block, instantly scattered and collapsed, and by the way, it also killed and injured more than a dozen soldiers.

When the explosion subsided and the shaking passed, Tong Yangxing, who had struggled to get up, tightly grasped the railing of the enemy building that fell to the ground with both hands, opened his mouth, stared, and forgot to breathe.

"It's over, it's over, years of hard work have been burned, what can I do? How to explain to the emperor? ”

This is indeed the case, in order to form this artillery unit, Huang Taiji has almost exhausted everything, and he is even more obedient to Tong Yangxing, as long as he opens his mouth and stretches out his hand, Huang Taiji has never refused, and the flowing silver, money and material resources continue to flow into Tong Yang's artillery team, and also flow into Tong Yang's pocket.

In the past few years, the other children of the Eight Banners have all earned silver for Dajin, and only here, eating countless Dajin silver, which has attracted the criticism of many princes and ministers, if it were not for the protection of Huang Taiji, he Tong Yang would have been divided by the princes and ministers, and this time the whole army was wiped out without a little capture, what kind of result will be left for Tong Yangxing, you can imagine it with your heels. In Daikin, the name of a forehead cannot save a person's life.

The more he thought about it, the more serious the consequences became, and Tong Yangxing couldn't see the hope of his own life, so after being stunned for a while, Tong Yangxing pulled out his waist knife with difficulty and slowly put it on his neck: "Long live, I'm sorry for you, I'm sorry for you, I'll leave first." ”

At this time, the deputy generals and soldiers beside him stepped forward to hug Tong Yangxing and snatched the waist knife in his hand. At the same time, he persuaded each other bitterly: "E, the war is not over yet, you are still commanding 20,000 Han and Eight Banners, as long as you can block Lu Hanqiang for two days, you can make meritorious contributions." At the same time, everyone thought in their hearts: "You can't die, if you die like this, who will bear the blame for our failure?" It can be seen from the round of blows just now that if you want to block Lu Hanqiang for two days, it is definitely a fool's dream, it is estimated that it will only be two hours, you are still alive, waiting for us to clasp the cauldron on your head. ”

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