During the American Civil War, a Napoleonic cannon of the Confederate Army fired a spherical solid bullet at a Northern standard-bearer 1,600 yards away. At that time, the first shot knocked down a soldier next to the standard-bearer, and the second shot was a direct hit! In addition, the Confederate army also had a record of using a twelve-pound iron rifled cannon to directly hit the barn gate 2,100 yards away!

The old Napoleonic cannon with poor workmanship can be fired so accurately. There is no reason for Gao Yang's artillerymen who have been trained using modern training methods. With a new version of artillery and more advanced sighting equipment that surpassed an entire era, it couldn't beat those shield cars!

After all the shield carts were destroyed by artillery fire, the clad minions who were still alive had no more protection. Although in the face of heavy artillery, a strong shield car was completely useless. But how can it be considered a block, right? At least there can be a comfort in my heart.

"Run, !!" Those clothed minions who risked their lives and bravely withstood the artillery fire to fill the pit dozens of steps ahead. At this moment, they could no longer withstand this huge pressure, and they directly bombed the camp.

From time to time, there would be whistling shells in the sky and smashing into the crowd. Sometimes, if you're lucky, no one will be fine, and the iron ball will roll and bounce for a while before the kinetic energy disappears, and finally it smashes into the soil. But if anyone's luck is bad, it will be considered blood mold.

The twelve-pound ball of iron crashed into the human body with an initial velocity of more than 400 meters per second. Not to mention ordinary people, even if the Beamon giant beast comes, it can't resist it.

Metal armor, which was previously regarded as a heavy weapon of the militaristic state, has become a complete burden in the face of hot weapons. No kind of armor can stop the terrifying iron ball. A cannonball passes, and the flesh and blood fly lightly. If the position is not good, then you can directly flow out of a flesh and blood passage. Stumps and severed arms, and minced internal organs and meat were scattered everywhere.

A lot of people don't die on the spot. The powerful vitality of human beings explodes rapidly before death. Many of the coated minions who lacked arms and legs, or who had no lower body at all, struggled to drag on the ground. With a terrible howl in his throat, he crawled towards the people he knew, trying to get help. This behavior of the wounded is for those clothed minions who are already on the verge of a nervous breakdown due to the terrorist shelling. It was the straw that broke the camel's back!

When the first person who couldn't hold back to escape appeared, the already shaky defense line in everyone's hearts completely collapsed. The coaters who filled the pit all threw away their tools and rushed backwards like crazy. Quantities are scarce. And the whips of the equally frightened Yu Ding could no longer stop them.

"Whoosh! Sou! "Panicked, the wrappers who rushed to the road were instantly shot down by a dense rain of arrows! The fastest group of coaters lay on the ground almost in unison. The coats who followed behind were stopped by this cruel scene.

Hundreds of Baya Lamen, dressed in white armor, looked indifferent and blocked the way back of the robes. Everyone's hands are bending their bows and arrows. Most of these elite soldiers are hunters, and they are skilled in archery. Almost every arrow hit the point. None of the wrappers lying on the ground at this moment were alive.

There's no time left to give these coated minions. The bows and arrows in the hands of the Bayalas shot out again at a rapid pace, and the coats of the bombing camp lay down again. After that, Bayala continued to draw arrows, and by this time the still alive minions had all run back. Between dying immediately and dying after a while, the coated minions finally chose to go back and continue to fill the pit in the baptism of cannonballs.

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"These bastards, are you looking down on me?" Inside the makeshift headquarters fenced with marching tents. Gao Yang, who was sitting on the marching chair and looking at the notebook, suddenly waved his hand and slapped it heavily on the table in front of him, almost pushing the water glass on the side to the ground.

"Why do you say that?" The origin also observed the battlefield through high-altitude reconnaissance aircraft. He didn't feel that anything strange had happened to make Gao Yang so angry.

"The Manchu minions were frightened, they were afraid of the bows and arrows of the Bayala, but they were not afraid of my cannons. actually took the initiative to run back again. Gao Yang said hatefully.

"That's it?" Origin laughed and said, "Who said they weren't afraid?" If you don't be afraid. They won't run in the first place. If you're not feeling good, let all the artillery fire together and scare them back with a rain of deadly shells. ”

"Forget it." Gao Yang waved his hand and said, "The original plan was to lure the enemy, so let's fight like this." Wait until they have crossed the trench before starting. ”

The trench that Gao Yang said was after passing those traps. There was a temporary barrier more than three meters wide and more than one meter deep. Because of the tight time, Gao Yang didn't use an excavator. The manual shovel could not be too wide or deep, and there was no trench to stop the cavalry with wooden stakes or anything.

It is said that it is used to block cavalry, but this width of the war horse is estimated to be easy to pass with a leap. Gao Yang thought about it for a moment and ordered all the excavated soil to be piled up on the side close to his side to form a wall of earth. This simplified version of the Golan trench is better than nothing, just for show.

Behind this trench was the front-line position of the Ming army. This is where the real firefight is prepared!

More than half an hour later. Under the sparse artillery bombardment, the first batch of nearly 2,000 clothed minions who were put into the battlefield finally filled in this nearly 100-meter-long trap.

Under the Ming army's artillery fire and Bayala's bow and arrow chasing soul, these clothed minions suffered heavy losses. In this section of the Trap area. The ground was littered with mutilated corpses and dying wounded. The shattered shield cart, the burning rags, the red earth stained with crimson blood! At this moment, life on the battlefield is so cheap.

Just when the surviving wrappers were tired to death, they thought they could escape the catastrophe and go back to rest. The remnants who followed them to suppress the formation continued to threaten them to fill the trench in front of them!

Bao Yi, who has been a slave in Liaodong for many years, showed despair on his face. They know what the situation is. In the past, this kind of unsparing human sacrifice would only happen when the Lord was determined to fight to the death. Once this time comes, these coated minions at the bottom of their status will be the first to fill in their lives. Often, the result is all death!

It's just that at this time, these already tired and powerless clothed minions can't do anything. It is impossible to resist, and those bannermen will not hesitate to kill them. The only thing you can do is pick up the tools and move on!

It was found during the post-war statistics. There are many coated minions who are exhausted to death! They came all the way here before dawn, and then they cut down trees to build shield carts. After that, he was hurriedly pushed to the battlefield. Braving artillery fire and bows and arrows, it filled a nearly 100-meter-long section of the pit. Finally, a wide trench has to be filled!

This kind of high-intensity labor cannot be done by ordinary people. Not to mention that these perennial hard work, tired worse than dogs. The coated minions who slept later than the chickens. Even though the Ming army's shelling had stopped when they were filling the trenches, in the process of frantically returning the Golan trenches under the threat of leather whips and snow swords, a large number of clothed minions were still exhausted to death.

These exhausted or fainted minions were thrown directly into the makeshift trench, and from then on they were forever attached to the blood-soaked land.

After the coaters had filled the Golan trench, the tired coaters could finally rest for a while. In front of them is the position of the Ming army!

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The sun in the sky is gradually setting in the west, and it is not early at this moment. If you don't fight again, then that's it for today. Unless everyone wants to fight at night.

There is almost no night blindness on the Ming army's side, and all of them have been professionally trained in night warfare. Gao Yang was not in a hurry at all, and even he wanted to fight at night. But Dodor didn't know. The horses under his command could not fight large-scale night battles. If you don't want to fight at this time, then there will be no drama today.

Duoduo's cold gaze lingered for a long time on the Ming artillery position on the black platform in the distance. The sheer number of cannons made the corners of his mouth twitch all the time. You don't have to think about it to know what kind of casualties you will have to endure if you brave this kind of artillery fire to launch an attack!

But he was not willing to retreat, and waited for Dolgon to lead the army. He wanted to try what the level of this Ming army was! If you don't see it with your own eyes, he Duoduo will definitely not be reconciled!

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"Dorobelle?" Duoduo's voice made the Zhalengmu, who had been carefully hiding himself, instantly despair. He was still noticed. Or rather, Dordor remembered him.

Before the war, Zha Leng Mu also wanted to avenge Ulhan with great vigour. Use the heads of countless Ming troops to commemorate the Mongolian cavalry who died tragically before. But at this moment, when he saw with his own eyes the terrifying and ferocious artillery bombardment of the Ming army. What he was thinking about at the moment was how to bring his cavalry back alive! It's alive, it's not a corpse, it's not a bunch of ears!

Zha Leng Mu also has eyes, and he can also see the dense cannons on the black platform. Just now, the bombardment of more than a dozen artillery pieces almost knocked down nearly 2,000 clothed minions. If they all fired, how many lives would have to be thrown in?

Maybe those Ming troops only have these dozen artillery pieces available, and the others are just pretending? This kind of thinking can't be wrong, but if you want to prove it, you have to fill it with human life!

In addition, the Ming army is not only those artillery! The magnificent scene of tens of thousands of people singing in unison just now also frightened Zha Leng Mu. As a person who is often born and dies on the battlefield, he knows very well what this amazing momentum contains.

This Ming army is a real strong army! And there are tens of thousands of them! Zhalengmu's men only had more than 3,000 Mongol cavalry from various tribes of the outer domain. This cavalry may be a devastating force in front of other Ming armies, but this powerful Ming army in front of them is obviously not among them. (To be continued)