Standing on top of the main fortress of Anhua Town, Yu Shizhong looked at the fortress under his feet with pride, the protrusions that spread out and the moat that clinged to the fortress. In addition www.biquge.info the low walls of the fortress 100 steps away, as well as the wooden stakes inside and outside the low walls, constitute the defense system of this fortress that can barely be classified into the category of compound fortresses.

Of course, the most important thing is people. Most of his subordinates are veterans who participated in the siege of the city last year, and the officers are also experienced, although a large part of them have been sent to the two newly built fortresses in Hulu Town and Chuzhou, but the status of the fortress in Anhua Town is incomparable, and the elite soldiers will naturally give priority here. At least in his opinion, he, an artillery instructor, is an example.

Yu Shizhong was very satisfied with his first appointment after leaving the post of training officer, in fact, it would be better if he entered the war barracks, but if he could lead the troops independently, the credit would naturally be greater, this is the experience passed down from his ancestors, Yu Shizhong did the work of coastal defense in the preparation of the guard, of course, it is also understandable.

The Qing army had already launched an attack, and the huge Hongyi cannons in the distance really made Yu Shizhong swallow a big mouthful of saliva unconsciously.

"What a good cannon, why did it fall to the Tartars."

"Brother Yu, Zhejiang is our royal division, where can they be if they are not in the hands of the Tartars, can they still grow legs and come over anyway?"

The warden officer's witty remark immediately made the officers and non-commissioned officers who heard it close to him laugh, and immediately diluted the overly tense atmosphere. However, it didn't mean that Shi Zhong had a reaction, and the few red cannons that he had just envied erupted into a deadly roar.

"Look at this movement, as soon as you hear it, you know that it is not well maintained, these Tartars, they will really spoil things."

A few shells didn't even hit the low wall as always, Yu Shizhong looked at it from a distance, it seemed that it was not only as simple as having opinions on the maintenance of the Qing army's artillery, but even the Qing army's aiming technology made him unbearable to look at it directly. However, after a while, several figures among the siege equipment that drove out of the Qing army's battle formation still caught his attention, so that he involuntarily took out the monoculars carefully collected in the leather case.

This monocular was the first finished product of the Tessie monk Charles in the Department of Military Industry, and Chen Wen personally handed it to him when he announced that he would be in command of the fortress in Anwar Town. This telescope is slightly inferior in lenses compared to the one he dedicated to Chen Wen, but it is very exquisite in workmanship. Moreover, this thing cannot be measured simply by these, and more importantly, it is the connotation that it represents.

Putting the telescope in front of his eyes, Yu Shizhong quickly found what he wanted to see.

"Pole arms, brackets, grenade belts, and counterweight boxes. Bastard, there is even a Xiangyang cannon, these Tartars ......"

Before he could finish muttering to himself, Yu Shizhong realized another problem, and turned to look around the Xiangyang cannon, but all he saw was a big cart and the wooden barrel pulled on it.

"That's not right."

Unlike other generals in the army, Yu Shizhong is a hereditary officer who is a serious child, and he has also been interested in military affairs since he was a child, and he has also consulted many military books after enlightenment, so even if he is not familiar with Xiangyang artillery, it is not that he does not know it. However, the Xiangyang cannon had long been eliminated by the artillery, and he didn't see the stone bullets thrown, which made him suspicious for a while.

Yu Shizhong's doubts did not last long, and after more than two hundred steps, the Xiangyang cannons stopped, and then I saw those auxiliary soldiers and people fixed under the command of the officer, and completed each step step by step, and finally put a wooden barrel on the grenade belt.

"Put!"

Although they didn't hear this word, Yu Shizhong and his subordinates all saw how the Qing army's Xiangyang cannon used the lever principle to throw out the wooden barrels one by one.

These barrels arc through the sky, but the final landing point is either near, some far, and so on. The nearest one didn't go far before it hit the ground, while the farthest one smashed straight into the moat, causing a small splash of water that didn't even wet the walls much.

The thunder was heavy and the rain was small, although it was still a little strange, but Yu Shizhong still let the slightly larger Hongyi cannons on the main fort turn the target to those Xiangyang cannons that other artillery couldn't reach. It's just that these Hongyi cannons have just completed a round of shooting, and they still need to reset, clean the slag, reload, etc., but it is difficult to pose a threat to those Xiangyang cannons for a while.

The officers of the Qing army observed the effect of the shots on the Xiangyang cannons in the distance, and asked the auxiliaries to move the green bricks from the cart and then stack them in the weight box. The next moment, the counterweight box was raised high, and the auxiliaries put the barrels on it again, and then threw them out to the shouts of the officers.

This time, the projectile was much stronger than the last one, and at least half of it hit the wall of the fortress. The barrels were not empty, they fell apart as soon as they hit the wall, but the contents of the barrels sprayed the walls of the fortress, turning them into a large flower face.

"Vomit ......"

The stench, even on the main fort, Yu Shizhong could clearly smell it, let alone those soldiers in the outer fortress. Holding his mouth and nose, Yu Shizhong observed it with a telescope, and the result was that his understanding coincided with the answer in his heart.

"Corpses!"

It was indeed the corpses, these corpses were collected by Tian Xiong on the road, and the patients from various villages were specially arrested, no matter what the disease was, and they were brought to the designated place with a knife, and then stuffed into a wooden barrel, and then poured some water into it, and exposed to the sun for a few days, until there were maggots in it, and the corpses showed signs of decay before they were loaded. And today's offense is also a day that is particularly singled out.

Yu Shizhong remembered that his grandfather said that the decay of corpses would produce epidemics, so the army would dispose of corpses as quickly as possible. This is the basic common sense passed down by word of mouth in the hereditary warrior family, Yu Shizhong used to manage the firearms battalion in Wu Yi's army, and he also personally led the troops, once he saw it, he immediately reacted - the Qing army knew that this fortress could not be broken, so they wanted to use the epidemic to kill all the people in the fortress!

"Give the order to go down and wrap your mouth and nose in a cloth. Someone, go and call Doctor Hao. ”

"I'll go."

The prison officer was a half-hung scholar, and his family was poor, so he only opened Mengmeng, and he couldn't study anymore. Originally, he was going to find a job in the account room, but it turned out to be just in time for the Ming army to recover Jinhua Mansion, so he threw himself into the army. But before the fight began, the Qing army threw it here and rotted, and there were maggot corpses, which he had never seen before, and he almost vomited just now. If it weren't for the fear that the soldiers would look down on him and affect the work of the supervising army, he would have gone to support the wall a long time ago, and at this moment, Yu Shizhong had an order, so he quickly accepted the order and ran to the wounded and sick.

Not for Shizhong to speak, the officers and soldiers of the fortress consciously covered their mouths and noses, and when Yu Shizhong's order was issued, they even tore off the corners of their clothes, wrapped their mouths and noses, and tied live buttons and dead buttons on the back of their heads. But even so, the disgusting stench kept burrowing into their noses and mouths, so that they didn't even bother to fight back.

Fortunately, the wooden stakes on the ground were originally used to hinder the movement of siege equipment, and the low walls were repaired so strongly that the Qing army's siege equipment had to stop almost every short advance, and the auxiliary soldiers cleared the wooden stakes before they could move. However, those low walls were really difficult to deal with, and it took a long time for the Qing army to destroy the low walls and let the siege equipment pass.

During this period, the Qing army's Xiangyang cannon was always projecting, and the hit rate was higher and higher every time, some of those wooden barrels were thrown on the wall, bursting out a piece of corpse water and minced meat, while others were thrown directly onto the fortress, sending those juices and corpses that were freed from shackles to the fortress.

"Call Lao Tzu, hurry up!"

As he spoke, Yu Shizhong kicked the butt of the cannon commander beside him. This artillery commander is an apprentice taught by Yu Shizhong himself, and now he is a subordinate, he didn't dare to shoot the footprints on his buttocks, he hurriedly closed one eye, estimated the distance between each other with his fingers, and then ordered the gunner to adjust the angle of the muzzle.

The first return fire was very ineffective, and it was obviously the pickles of the disgusting people that affected the tactical movements and the psychology of the soldiers, making it impossible for them to concentrate on shooting.

The Qing army was still playing with those low walls, a total of five Xiangyang cannons, and the first round of shooting did not even hit one. Yu Shizhong was in a hurry, but he also knew that this artillery shooting should not be in a hurry, and the more hectic it was, the easier it was to make mistakes. In this regard, he had to wait for the second return fire by those artillery crews, suppressing the impatience and anger in his heart.

Due to the psychological influence, the speed of the Ming artillerymen was much slower than in the usual training. After a long while, the Qing army's Xiangyang guns were fired twice before they were reloaded.

"Fire!"

Even with a piece of cloth wrapped around his face, Yu Shizhong's roar still made the eardrums of those gunners on the main fort flutter. Like Yu Shizhong's roar, those Hongyi cannons seemed to be full of anger at these disgusting old-timers, and in the huge roar, one after another cannonballs flew out, hitting the two Xiangyang cannons in an instant.

A shot hit the bracket, only to see that the Xiangyang cannon collapsed almost the moment it was hit, and the officer who commanded the auxiliary soldiers with a leather whip was stunned and slapped in the mud. The other cannon hit the weight box, and a piece of green brick fell like rain, smashing several auxiliaries on the left and all over the face.

One round of shooting damaged two Xiangyang cannons, and Yu Shizhong's face couldn't help but look better. At that moment, the prison officer ran up the stairs with a goatee.

"Doctor Hao, the Tartars threw the corpses on the wall, do you have a way to keep the soldiers from the epidemic?"

"General don't worry, don't worry, Chu Jian Jun just told the lower officer, the lower official asked the apprentices and auxiliary soldiers to prepare, just a while."

The goatee was pulled up by the prison officer, and before he could catch his breath, he was dragged and said so many things, but as soon as he finished speaking, the strange stench of corpses in the air and the smell of gunpowder mixed together immediately made him vomit on the ground.

At this moment, the third round of artillery bombardment also began, several artillery pieces were fired, and two more Xiangyang cannons were defeated and fell to the ground, and even those auxiliaries were scattered.

After spitting up, the goatee didn't bother to wipe the vomit off his beard, so he hurriedly said to Shizhong: "The vomit and corpse water and corpses on the fortress must be cleaned up, and the lower officials have already asked people to wet the cloth with vinegar water to wrap the soldiers' mouths and noses." In addition, Xia Guan has already let people smoke vinegar in the wounded and sick places and barracks, so I think it should be ......"

"Okay, okay, there's Dr. Lao Hao."

"This is the duty of the lower officials, and the lower officials think that this corpse should still be dragged out of the fort and burned, and must not be close to the water source......"

Amid the chatter of goatees, a moment later, the fourth round of artillery bombardment of the Ming army began, and all the artillery was aimed at the last Xiangyang cannon. In an instant, with the collapse of the Xiangyang cannon, even the Qing army withdrew its troops and retreated to their own position like a tide.

And just as the Qing army retreated, the auxiliary soldiers of the brigade with their own tools poured into the fortress and began to clean up the fortress according to the instructions of Doctor Hao and his three apprentices. It's just that in the dozen or so projections before, although no one of the defenders was killed, a few of them were scratched by wood chips and bones, and they were sent to the wounded house to be bandaged. (To be continued.) )