Under Pang Gang's order, all the artillery in the artillery camp of the Qingzhou Army turned their heads and fired at the artillery positions of the Qing army.

In the bursts of artillery, the swarthy projectiles flew towards the artillery positions of the Qing army with the anger of the Qingzhou army.

"Hit me hard!"

"Shoot the Tartar artillery to this officer!"

In the shouting of Dong Guo, the guerrilla of the artillery battalion, the artillerymen used their strength to target the position of the Qing army and bombarded it.

Because the artillery of the Qingzhou army was hiding behind the breastwork, the gunners of the Han Eight Banners could not see the situation inside, so they could not correct the trajectory, so they could only fire indiscriminately at the Ming army to meet the enemy, and they knew that after the previous shelling, the gunners of the Ming army on the opposite side must have been staring at them, and they all looked panicked, and the reloading degree slowed down.

The artillery battalion of the Qingzhou Army originally consisted of more than 60 artillery pieces, and in order to support the Xuanda Army and the Shanxi Army on both wings, more than 30 artillery pieces were specially transferred to support it, but now Dong Guo's artillery battalion was angry and ordered more than 60 artillery pieces to bombard the artillery battalion of the Qing Army together, and the power was naturally amazing.

Pieces of black shells flew towards them, and after the shells landed, they began to explode, and in the bursts of earth-shattering explosions, there were constantly Qing soldiers and people with cannons flying into the sky, and even those gunners were blown to the flesh and blood, and even those guns were damaged nearly half on the spot.

Seeing the embarrassment of the Qing army's artillery, the soldiers in the Ming army camp cheered one after another, just a round of shelling, so that the morale of the Ming army soldiers will rise, see Pang Gang nodded secretly, artillery can not only give the enemy a huge damage, but also boost their own morale, no wonder later generations said that artillery is the god of war.

On the other hand, the artillerymen of the Qing army not only suffered heavy losses under the blows of the Ming artillery, but also acted out of shape in the panic.

However, under the strict orders of the Qing army behind them, the gunners still had to muster up the courage to load the artillery with gunpowder projectiles, but there is a good saying, the busier they are, the more chaotic they are, and soon they are out of the basket.

Suddenly, there was a loud bang, such as a thunderclap on the ground, and a large area of Qing troops and gunners around was blown to pieces, it turned out to be a mistake in the loading of a Hongyi cannon, and in a panic, too much gunpowder was filled into the barrel, causing the cannon to explode on the spot, killing a group of people around, and even the Qing army who supervised the battle behind was also killed.

Seeing the situation on the side of the Qing army, the Ming army couldn't help but laugh loudly.

At this time, the second artillery bombardment of the Qingzhou army came again, and more than 60 flowering shells fell on the artillery camp position of the Qing army with a piercing sound, but this time it blew up all the remaining seven or eight artillery pieces of the Qing army.

Seeing that his artillery hadn't fired a few shots, it was turned down by the artillery of the Ming army, Dolgon frowned and said to Yue Tuo: "General, it seems that the artillery of the Han Eight Banners is not good, and after going back, we must let King Gongshun and them build more new artillery, otherwise our side is too passive." ”

Yue Tuo also nodded, "It's a shame that last time King Gongshun boasted in front of me that the current Qing Dynasty's cannon-making technology is no less than that of the Ming Dynasty, and now it seems that his cowhide is really too big." ”

Speaking of this, Yue Tuo's eyes shot a sharp cold light, and he shouted: "Pass my order, attack!" The army stormed the front flanks of the Ming army, feinted on the two wings, before the fall, the offensive of our army must not stop, I want to see, then Lu Xiangsheng and Pang Gang can withstand the thunderous offensive of our army to how long! ”

Under Yue Tuo's strict order, a row of trumpeters standing behind him raised their horns in unison and blew them, and under the blowing of dozens of trumpeters, the desolate horn sound resounded throughout the Qing army camp. The Qing soldiers, who were originally parked outside the Ming army camp for 300 steps, let out an earth-shattering shout at the same time, and they pushed all the things that could move in front of the battle to cover their bodies, such as shield carts and chariots, and rushed towards the Ming army camp with a wild scream.

The deafening sound of artillery accompanied by the sound of rifles resounded throughout the sky, and the entire camp of the Ming army was shrouded in thick gunsmoke.

The scenery of May should have been bright, but at this moment no one came to enjoy the beauty of nature, in this land that should have been beautiful, the soldiers of the Ming and Qing dynasties were fighting desperately, and the choking gunsmoke and the thick smell of blood filled all people's senses.

After the failure of the plan of hundreds of thousands of troops to fight to the death in this originally unknown mountain villa, using the Ming people to take the lead and attack the camp, Yue Tuo and Dolgon had no choice but to order the Manchu soldiers to fill the trench with their blood and corpses.

For the idea of the Qing army, the soldiers of the Ming army naturally could not agree, and they used artillery and rifles to fight back at the opponent's movements.

The Qing army was naturally taboo about the artillery and sharp rifles of the Ming army, for this reason, they specially made more than 300 taels of heavy shield cars, and later found that the shield car seemed to be insufficient, they poured soil on the cart, and covered it with a quilt drenched with water, and covered it with a layer of wet soil, so that the defense of the cart was also greatly improved, and in front of the shield car, there was a baffle in front, covered with a thick cowhide iron sheet, and even splashed with water to increase the protective force, Although the Qingzhou Army's Mini-style rifles left one thick bullet hole after another in front of them, they still failed to penetrate them.

"Quick, fire, we must knock out the Tartar's shield cart!"

"Boom ......" A well-made shield cart was hit by a projectile with a large bowl mouth, and the sturdy shield cart fell apart under the violent impact of this projectile with a bowl mouth, and countless thick wooden bars flew in all directions, smashing more than a dozen Qing soldiers around him to the point of breaking their heads and bleeding.

Looking at the dense Qing army, the gunners kept urging their gunners to speed up the firing, but at this time they were not using the previous flowering bullets, but now they were using solid bullets. Although the effect of the flowering bomb is better, the high price of the flowering bomb limits his large-scale use, and before there is no more supply of tungsten ore, even the wealthy Pang Gang does not dare to cash in the flowering bomb to play without limit.

"My lord, our artillery has been firing more than 20 cannons in a row, and the barrel is too hot, we have to stop and rest for half a column of incense, otherwise the barrel will crack!" There are constantly gunners who remind their gunners in time.

"Bastard, cheap those dog tartars!" One of the gunners cursed hatefully as he picked up a Mini rifle from behind, leaned down on the low wall in front and fired a shot at the tartar behind.

In the sound of the roster horn, the Qing soldiers dressed in various colors of armor gathered in front of the trench more than 200 steps away from the low wall, and under the protection of the chariots covered with leather and quilts and shield chariots, the auxiliaries of each banner continued to flash out from behind the chariots and threw the mud bags in their hands into the first trench.

(To be continued)