Ah Gui stood up straight, he suddenly felt relaxed up and down, he walked back to the wall, leaned down and looked out through the perforation on the wall, at this time the front row of Jurchen soldiers holding long cards was only one hundred and fifty meters away from the wall, the Jurchen soldiers slowed down, obviously they planned to lure the guards to release arrows and fire firearms prematurely, which could not only consume the defenders' limited arrows and gunpowder, but more importantly, it could give the defenders' nerves an invisible pressure. It is important to know that on the battlefield, compared with the attacking side, the psychology of the defending side is often due to a disadvantageous position, when the defender repeatedly shoots but does not have the corresponding effect, the defender will fall into the dilemma of becoming more and more panicked, the more panicked and the more unable to hit, and finally when the attacking side enters the white-knuckle battle, it will even collapse at the touch of a button. But this small army is the elite of the Ming army, the proportion of veterans is very high, and the most important thing is that Feng Jingshi and several officers control their subordinates very well, under their command, the Ming soldiers maintain a state of leading but not provoking, but give the Houjin army on the hillside an unfathomable feeling.

Ilden snorted coldly, he had already realized that the enemy behind the wall was not easy to deal with, and he regretted rashly attacking, but since he opened the bottle, the wine inside was about to be drunk. He made a gesture, Goshha beside him blew the horn, and the first row of soldiers with long cards who had received the order quickly stepped forward dozens of meters, and stopped at a distance of about ninety meters from the wall, they half-crouched down and raised the long cards, and the archers in the second column also stepped forward quickly, bent their bows and arrows and shot at the wall.

"Keep your head down!" Gui jerked down the head of the soldier next to him, grabbed the shield with the other hand and raised it above his head, his back pressed against the uneven low wall, curling up as little as possible. Gui could hear the whizzing sound of feathered arrows cutting through the air as if it was raining mercilessly, and the hand holding the shield could feel the impact of the arrow hitting the shield from time to time. He turned his head and saw a pair of frightened eyes, Ah Gui tried his best to grin, and then suddenly there was a scream, it seemed that some unlucky Ming soldier had been shot, and the smile suddenly froze on Ah Gui's face.

The archers of Houjin had already shot seven or eight arrows. The wall has been densely filled with arrows, as if it is overgrown with reeds, but the Ming troops behind the wall are still silent, if it is not for the sound of ** from time to time, this is simply a dead city. One of the archers, Niu Lu, had to give the order to stop firing - there were not many arrows left in the quiver, and unless they came down the mountain again to replenish them, they would still have a few to do in an emergency.

Seeing that the archers had stopped shooting, the impatient Jurchen Selectors, who had been waiting for a long time, began to rush forward, and they passed the long players. Rushing to the antlers outside the wall, they began to clear the sharp stumps with their axes, and then the Ming army behind the wall began to shoot at the chosen ones with bows, crossbows, and three-eyed guns, and the Jurchen archers tried their best to cover their companions, and warm blood immediately flowed from the wounds and seeped into the dry and cold land.

Like most experienced fighters, Gui prepared before the fight began, and the location he chose was about forty meters from the gate. Due to the topography, the walls are several meters higher than the rest of the city. And a convex corner is formed. Ah Gui dug seven or eight perforations in the wall in advance, dug a few bushes outside to cover them, and put four bags of feather arrows and two bows in the corners of the wall. As soon as Houjin's picker cleared the antlers, he half-crouched down and peered through the perforation, and he could clearly see the Jurchens shouting loudly. The sun shone on their weapons and teeth, reflecting a cold light. Gui took out a feathered arrow from the quiver, a straight black shaft and white goose feathers. Gui suddenly remembered what his father said when he went out hunting for the first time: "Wild boars have fangs and black bears have claws, but they are not as deadly as goose feathers." "My father is long gone. And he was not far from death at this time, he smiled silently, pulled the goose feather to his ear, aim, and released; Then he took the arrow again, drew the bow, and put it, and the first arrow hit the enemy's shoulder, and the thick armor prevented the arrow from penetrating into the flesh, and the Houjin soldier turned his head, just in time for the second arrow to penetrate his throat, and the unlucky man fell to the ground screaming, blood flowing from the wound.

As soon as Ah Gui shot four or five arrows, he heard a sound in his ears, and immediately his eyes were shrouded in a burst of smoke, and he couldn't see anything clearly. Ah Gui suddenly became angry, grabbed the soldier's collar and knocked him to the ground, and scolded: "What are you messing around with this thing, this thing will be heard from such a distance, but it will make people's eyes hurt, and they can't see anything!" “

The Ming soldier was frightened by Ah Gui, and he didn't know what to say, in fact, it was no wonder that Ah Gui was angry, although there were many kinds of firearms in the Ming army at that time, but due to the limitations of technical conditions and production quality, most of the firearms took the road of combining cold and heat, and using heat to help cold. To put it simply, it is not to pursue the range, accuracy and power of firearms, but to pursue simple and easy to use, hot and cold use, combined with cold weapons, and the three-eyed gun is a simple example. From the point of view of firearms alone, even in the middle of the seventeenth century, the Three-Eyed Gun was an extremely bad weapon. First of all, the three-eyed gun has no crosshair, no butt, and can only hold a long wooden handle to ignite the medicine chamber with a fire rope or hit and fire, and the user can only aim by feeling, and cannot hit it at a slightly distance; Secondly, the barrel of the three-eyed gun is very short, the medicine chamber is too small, the amount of medicine that can be filled is small, and the distance of the gas to the lead bullet is also short, which undoubtedly reduces the power of the lead bullet fired. Compared with the various long-barreled arquebuses with the famous "musket" arquebus as the originator, the three-eyed gun is undoubtedly a rather backward firearm. But the Ming Dynasty is not the kind of barbarian who has not seen the world, and there are also a large number of long-barreled arquebuses in the Ming army, so why have the three-eyed guns, which seem to be useless, not been eliminated?

The reason is very simple: in all armies in ancient and modern times, Chinese and foreign, any weapon is a part of the combat system, and there is no reason for a certain weapon to conquer the world. The Spanish "musket" arquebus was an integral part of the Spanish phalanx, and musketeers used this rather cumbersome weapon under the protection of pikemen and infantry or trench breastwalls over four meters long. The early arquebus was an extremely complex process from charge to launch, and the sparks and smoke splashed from the chamber during firing would make the shooter instinctively turn his head or close his eyes, so the arquebus shooters in Europe at that time were considered "technicians" in the army, and their salaries were higher than those of the spearmen in the phalanx; And the three-eyed gun has various drawbacks. But he also has some advantages, it is simple to maneuver, and the soldier does not need to put his eyes close to the medicine room to aim; After firing, it can be used as a hammer for hand-to-hand combat, simple and inexpensive to manufacture, and can equip a large number of troops, and most importantly, the enemy that the Ming army has dealt with for a long time is the Mongolian nomadic cavalry. There is no need to worry about the opponent equipping the opponent with a longer-range, more powerful firearm against him, the three-eyed gun is enough for a half-cold and half-hot weapon, so why spend more resources to make more expensive firearms and train soldiers?

Ah Gui saw that the Ming soldier was frightened by his roar, and he was also a little embarrassed, and casually threw a spear to the other party: "You just use this thing to help me look around, and if a tartar comes over, he will be stabbed down!" ”

Elden stands under the red pine. While drinking mare's milk, he was slightly surprised by the intensity of the resistance of the Ming army, and the antlers at the gap in the wall had only been cleared by two-thirds, and more than twenty strikers had already fallen to the ground, although most of them should still be able to save their lives - the double armor could withstand many injuries that could have been fatal, but at least a third of them would have been left with lifelong disabilities, but the damage was still acceptable, as long as the antlers were cleared. It is possible to rush in, for the advantage of Jurchen warriors in hand-to-hand combat. Iirden was still quite sure.

Behind the wall, Feng Jingshi was carefully observing the battle situation, his caution was not superfluous, the Jurchens were not ducks and hares, they were also constantly using arrows, stone bullets and a short spear for throwing back at the Ming army, blood and death were not the preserve of the Jurchens. At this time, the Jurchens were less than twenty meters away from the nearest gap in the wall. Separated only by a thin layer of antlers and a trench, the Jurchen drafters had formed a dense column, ready to wait for their companions to clear their antlers and swarmed in.

"Let's go!" Feng Jingshi said in a low voice, behind him was a tiger squat cannon, which was the most "heavy" firearm in this small group of Ming troops. Many readers who have not seen the real thing regard it as a cannon because of the word "cannon" in "Tiger Squat Cannon". In fact, this thing is not so much a cannon as a large-caliber shotgun fired at close range. The length is only two meters, the total weight is not more than forty or fifty kilograms, when firing with iron claws and iron trips to grasp the ground, using a large number of small lead bullets, there is no aiming crosshair, and it is impossible to adjust the angle of fire up and down, obviously the only purpose of this weapon is to kill and injure a large number of dense enemies at close range, it can be said that it is the ancestor of the mountain splitting cannon in later generations, and it is quite applicable to the current state.

At this time, the Houjin soldiers had cleared the last row of antlers, and several soldiers with long cards rushed up and threw the long cards on the trench, forming a simple bridge, and the long-waiting candidates rushed up with a loud shout, as if the earth was trembling under the trampling of their heavy footsteps. At this moment, a hole the size of a basin suddenly poked out of the stone wall, and the mouth of the black hole of the tiger squat cannon protruded from it.

Rumble!

With a loud bang, raindrops of lead bullets sprayed out from the gun's mouth, and the dozen or so rear Jin Xuanfeng in front seemed to have been struck by lightning, and their bodies were hit by the huge impact of the lead bullets fired at close range. The double armor on their bodies was as fragile as pieces of paper in front of these longan-sized buckshots. The front row of people is actually lucky, because they often die soon after being shot, unlike the people who are shot in the back to endure a long period of pain, with the medical level of the late Ming Dynasty, this kind of person who was hit by lead bullet will most likely end up with wound inflammation, blood poisoning, and limb necrosis under the torture of painful death, anyway, it is better to suffer less.

The Jurchen Electors who were bombarded at close range by the Tiger Squat Cannon did not stop, each of them had seen more than one battle with the Ming army, and knew very well that the greater the power of the firearm, the longer the interval between the two launches, and if they could not take it down before the next launch, the sacrifice they had just paid would be in vain. These fierce warriors rushed through the trench, ignoring the dangerous creak of the long shield under their weight as they rushed toward the wall.

Ah Gui stretched out his hand to the quiver, but when he felt empty, he turned around and found that the four quivers had been shot, and the Ming soldier glanced at him and stood up: "You wait, I'll go back and get some more!" ”

"Forget it, it's too late!" Gui shook off his right hand, the hand that drew the bow was stiff and barely noticed, and his thumb was bleeding. Not far away, the gap in the wall had already been slaughtered, and the Jurchens covered their faces and chests with shields, brandishing battle axes and machetes, in an attempt to cut off the spears of the Ming army, and of course it would be better if they cut off the arms and fingers holding the spears. The Ming army, on the other hand, stood behind the rejection of the horse, constantly stabbing forward with spears, trying to keep the Jurchens out. In fact, there were only a handful of people on both sides who could directly participate in the battle, and the vast majority of them could only stand behind, pushing the backs of their comrades and throwing stones and guns at the enemy's heads.

Ah Gui looked at the surrounding situation, and according to his suggestion, Feng Jingshi built a high platform behind the gap, but the Ming army archer above had been shot like a hedgehog. He looked around and saw two clay pots in the corner, and when he opened them and smelled them, the smell of grease came out of them.

A satisfied smile appeared on Ilden's face, although the commander of the Ming army defending the city was a capable fellow, he was very cunning to hide the firearms to the time when he could inflict maximum damage on the enemy, but now the overall situation has been decided, the two armies have been close to each other, and at this distance it already belongs to spears and tomahawks, in other words, to courage and martial arts, and at this point Ilden has absolute confidence in his men. Although there were many casualties among the soldiers, as long as they won the war, everything would be fine, and this was the same in ancient and modern Chinese and foreign armies -- the victor should not be blamed.

Just as Ilden was proudly brushing his beard, waiting for the arrival of good news, he suddenly saw a black shadow climb up the high platform behind the camp gate, as a former hunter, Ilden had a pair of good eyes, at this distance he could even recognize this figure as the Ming knight who provoked him, and an ominous premonition appeared in his heart. (To be continued.) )