Chapter 62: The Absolute Sound (Part II)

"Boom...""Boom...""Boom...""Boom..."Another round of six-pound shells burst through the air and landed inside and outside the city wall, kicking up a large cloud of smoke and dust.

The poisonous smoke generated by the burning of croton, arsenic, dogwood, pepper and other substances was not too lethal to the soldiers of the Ni family's army, but it seriously affected the sight of the gunners farther away. The already very ordinary accuracy became more and more lackluster, and most of the cannonballs did not even touch the city walls, only blowing up ugly craters on the ground inside and outside the city walls.

"Hurry up, hurry up, don't panic, one follows the other..."Taking advantage of the fact that the view of the gunners of the Ni family army was blocked by the poisonous smoke, Chen Youliang's good brother Zhang Bixian led a thousand big gunners and quickly rushed up the city wall along the horse road.

The entire thousand-man team, in the run, quickly divided into three layers. The soldiers of the first layer pushed away the soldiers who were stunned by the artillery bombardment, and poked out the city with iron pipes the thickness of an arm, along the shooting holes on the arrow stacks.

The second-tier soldier quickly squatted down and protected the big gun in his hand between his arms and chest. The third layer of robes also learned from the second layer and squatted decisively. The helmet on top of his head is as neat as a wheat field in the middle of summer.

In the history of Zhu Dapeng's time and space, except for the strange flower of "I am in the Qing Dynasty", the Chinese nation has never refused to accept foreign technology. The same is true of Zhu Chongjiu's time and space. After discovering the great power of barreled artillery, almost all princes began to work hard to create their own firearms. The big gun in the hands of Zhang Bixian and others is the best of all products.

Unlike the Huai'an Army, which blindly pursues shooting speed and accuracy, the developers of the big gun highlight the coverage of this thing. Each big gun can be filled with one or two halves to two taels of gunpowder, and forty or fifty "cannons" are pressed into the muzzle, and within a range of about 30 paces, it is absolutely a whole piece. Even if the other party is wearing a double layer of cowhide armor, if he is shot in the chest and abdomen by a projectile, it is difficult to escape the fate of intestinal piercing and rotting. (Note 1)

"Quick, quick, carry the wounded brother down. Wipe the blood off here..."Followed by the Musketeer, there was a group of brightly armored Foresters. One by one, with pale faces, under the command of the centurion in the team, they quickly carried away the robes that had been wounded or killed in the artillery battle just now. Then splash the ground with large vasks of cold water to avoid blood stains that affect the morale of the other combatants.

In places such as the enemy tower and the horse face, the gunners of the four-pound cannon continued to fire poison shells at the enemy troops, trying to cause trouble for the attacking side. The gunners of the six-pound guns, taking advantage of the pause in the enemy's shelling, quickly cleaned their own gun chambers, and used mops to dip livestock urine into forced cooling of the artillery. Each action is orderly and hierarchical.

"Ignite the moxa velvet..."Zhang Bi first looked out of the city with an iron helmet painted with black lacquer, and then continued to give orders.

"Ignite the wormwood...""Ignite the wormwood...""Ignite the wormwood..."Several centurions under his command took turns repeating, and the relay spread the order throughout the entire western city wall.

The finger-thick dried mugwort rope was quickly ignited. A rich fragrance surged over the city, dispelling the smell of human blood and animal urine. The well-trained men gently pinched the mugwort rope to their helmet ear guards, then lowered their heads and continued to observe the enemy through the shooting holes of the arrow stacks, each of whom was extremely skillful in their movements.

"Sneering .....................", "sneering .....................", "sneering ..................", "boom..."The gunners of the Ni Jiajun were obviously unwilling to let their own soldiers bear the pressure alone. At the risk of injuring himself, he once again rained projectiles above the city walls. It's just that the effect of this round of shelling is not as good as the previous one. Almost all of the shells departed from their intended targets, leaving white spots on the bluestone strips on the outside of the city walls in vain.

"Come and don't be rude, give me a hard beating..."Chen Youliang quickly rushed up to the second floor of the enemy building, and shouted an order at his own gunner.

"Yes...", the commanders of several six-pound cannons agreed in unison. Then, with the advantage of condescending, he quickly corrected the muzzle of the cannon and aimed at the position of the Ni family's army outside the city.

"General No. 1 is ready..."

"General No. 2 is ready..."

"General No. 3 is ready..."

The crisp and neat sound of the report quickly returned to Chen Youliang's ears. The latter nodded in satisfaction, raised his right hand high, and then swung it down with all his might, "Fire..."

With a loud bang, the sky and the earth cracked, and five thick clouds of smoke pushed a huge fireball and flew out, crossing a distance of more than 600 steps, divided into five directions, front, back, left, right, and middle, and turned around and went down at the same time.

"Boom... Rumble... Rumble... Rumble... Boom..."Five thick pillars of smoke, dressed in stamens, rose into the air. Immediately after, there was another loud "boom...". Black flames tumbled upward, leaving crates of broken wood, centaur limbs, and artillery wreckage everywhere.

"Hit, hit..." There was a burst of excited cheers on the second floor of the enemy tower and the city wall at the foot. In the artillery array of the Ni Jiajun, a huge explosion had just occurred. Experienced soldiers can clearly judge that this is the result of a direct hit by a cannonball in a case containing gunpowder. Although it is impossible to judge the casualties caused in the end, after experiencing this disaster, the gunners of the Ni Jiajun must be frightened and no longer dare to be as arrogant as before.

"Well played, just do it... Lao Tzu doesn't believe it, the guy surnamed Ni can still play with the cannon and we can play with it..."Chen Youliang is very good at boosting morale, taking a step, quickly running behind a few six-pound cannons, and at the same time hitting each other in the air with the palm of his hand and the palm of the gunner. "Next, don't worry about gunpowder. Beat away the surname Ni, Lao Tzu will give each of you a three-level promotion..."

"General Xie...", the gunners responded excitedly, regardless of whether Chen Youliang's promise could be fulfilled in the end. Anyway, being able to fight side by side with General Jin Wu and destroy the enemy's artillery with his own hands is enough for everyone to brag about for a lifetime. Even if he dies immediately, there are no regrets.

"Be careful......... a personal soldier slammed forward and crushed Chen Youliang under him.

"Boom..."A small flowering bullet fired at close range exploded three paces away from him. Wrapped in shrapnel and broken stones, the scorching waves of air burst out in all directions, knocking several gunners who couldn't dodge them to the ground.

"General, General," someone exclaimed in a low voice, holding a shield and rushing up to the second floor of the enemy building. Flipping the bloody personal soldiers, Chen Youliang was turned out from under the corpse.

"Don't shout, mess with my army's heart, I will kill you..." Chen Youliang jumped up, grabbed the battle flag in the enemy tower with his own hands, leaned out of the city, and shook it back and forth, "Give me a return shot, blow them up... Lao Tzu is standing here, I don't believe he can fight..."

"General be careful..."The commander Zhang Dingbian and the Taishi Zou Pusheng both rushed up, picked up Chen Youliang, and rushed down the enemy tower without saying anything, and drilled into the inner wall of the lower floor.

The battle flag was planted back in place by the soldiers, and they continued to hunt and fly in the evening river breeze. However, the short moment of swagger just now greatly boosted the morale of the defenders at the head of the city. Suddenly, more than a dozen four-pound guns turned their muzzles at the same time and launched a counterattack towards the artillery carriages that suddenly appeared in the enemy army formation outside the city. "Boom... Rumble... Boom...""Boom... Rumble... Boom...""Boom... Rumble... Boom...", the sound of projectile firing was incessant.

The one who was pushed forward by Ni Jiajun on the car was also a four-pound light gun. He took advantage of a sneak attack, but was quickly defeated by a lack of reliable cover around. Under the command of the centurion and the thousand-year-old, the soldiers who had been smoked with tears on their faces were quickly widened from each other, braving the indiscriminate bombardment of cannonballs, and accelerated towards the city wall. They have a city-digging cart in their hands, a ladder in their hands, and a big gun, a crossbow, and other weapons in their hands. As long as they advance to the right distance, they will be able to return the color to the defenders immediately.

The rapidly thinning formation makes the number of soldiers on the attacking side appear very large. The four pounds of cannonballs that came down from the city always took one or two lives at a time, but they were very insignificant compared to the huge number of soldiers. With their familiarity with the performance of firearms and their rich combat experience, the soldiers of the Ni family army got closer and closer to the city wall, and soon, they advanced from more than 200 steps to 50 steps, and the iron pipes with thick arms were also erected by them, the tail of the pipe was supported on the ground, the pipe body was tilted forward, and under the pipe, there were two support made of fine iron.

"Big gunner, open fire..." Zhang Bi made a quick decision and gave the order to shoot first. Fire... Fire...", the herald repeated loudly as he quickly pulled a red pennant with projectiles painted on it above his head. The big gunners, who had been waiting for a long time, received the order and quickly pressed the moxa Rong on the fuse behind the gun. A few sparks leaped forward and burrowed into the pipe, causing a series of thunderclaps.

"Woo Woo T A scarlet cloud, dragging dense projectiles flew down from the city, smashed into the Ni family's army team under the city wall, and cut the target off a whole layer.

Before the screams could reach the city, Zhang Bixian had already jumped up again, pointed at the enemy troops under the city, and shouted, "Change guns, change people, and bang me again." It's so that he doesn't even recognize him..."

"Substitution, substitution, substitution..." The big gunner, who had just finished firing a round, pulled his weapon and quickly rolled backwards. The second-tier soldiers who followed him rushed forward to fill their positions, poking hundreds of other large guns out of their arrow holes and aiming them at the enemy forces outside the city.

"Woo Woo T Countless "volunteers" who were still wearing red turban military clothes were shot and fell, and their smoky faces were full of confusion.

Note 1: In the rebel army at the end of the Yuan Dynasty, tubular firearms were widely used. Records of big guns and small guns abound. In addition to the apprehensive reloading speed, the lethality and striking area of these firearms far exceed those of bows and arrows in close combat.

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