The defenders of Fuzhou City watched more and more flags of the Ming army outside the city, and the black pressure was all over the mountains, and they didn't know how many military horses came from the guerrilla battalion of the old opponent, these Houjin generals looked at the Ming army and began to line up outside the city in an orderly manner, treating them as nothing, looking at the fiery red military uniforms outside the city, listening to the other party's high-morale drummers blowing loud suona and beating the passionate drums, they could only endure this breath, because the banner of the general of Zhenguo was fluttering in the wind.

Yang Bo didn't know who the opponent was, and he wasn't even interested in talking to the generals who defended the city, and by the way, he persuaded him to surrender or something, the General Staff Department had already formulated several sets of deductions for attacking Fuzhou, compared to Jinzhou, the first male city in southern Liaoning, Fuzhou was much shorter, the city wall was only two feet and five feet high, and the circumference was less than five miles, but all of them were covered with bricks, plus two or three thousand Tartar slaves stationed in the city, and the city defense equipment was also abundant. I don't know which of the transport captains of the Ming Dynasty gave it to the Tartar slaves, Yang Bo thinks that nine times out of ten it was Huang Taiji from Da Linghe Zu Dashou, in addition to the Tartar slaves in the city, there are also a lot of clothed auxiliaries, they don't seem to have any panicked actions for the Ming army's large-scale siege of the city, it seems that Huang Taiji has long been psychologically prepared for Yang Bo to besiege Fuzhou, so in combination with these aspects, it is still a little difficult for the Thunder Division to capture Fuzhou within a few days.

Fuzhou City opened three gates, north, south and east, because Fuzhou City was relatively short, the first set of plans formulated by the General Staff Department was to storm the city, gather superior forces with the help of artillery to cover the siege of the city, heavy casualties are inevitable. The advantage is that it is straightforward and can completely break the confidence of the defenders, although the other options have few casualties. But it takes time, effort and materials, once the war becomes a stalemate, it is actually very unfavorable to the Thunder Division, and it is not conducive to the construction of the new city, Yang Bo did not hesitate, nodded and approved the plan.

According to the deduction, the General Staff decided to attack the south gate. Two battalions of the Rock Brigade feinted to attack the east gate, and the dragoon battalion and the elite rescue battalion were stationed between the east gate and the north gate to form a position and be responsible for sending reinforcements. The three flintlock battalions that served as the main attack, other logistics, heavy protection battalions, artillery battalions and the Chinese army were all supported at the south gate.

With the command constantly issued. First, the dragoon battalion whistled. Galloping towards the predetermined position, and then the two battalions of the Panshi Brigade were deployed one after another, pressing towards the east gate, and the commander of the artillery battalion, Lu Ruohan, stared at the vicious eyes and ran forward and backward, directing the deployment of artillery, and soon, the loud swan sound of the Chinese army, and the three battalions in the front row were protected by the protective battalion holding a big shield. Move slowly towards the south gate of Fuzhou.

Disheveled!

Seeing that the Ming army was approaching two miles, a Hongyi cannon in Nancheng opened fire first. The blazing iron ball crossed a beautiful parabola over the head of the former army, and smashed a large hole in the ground, and the iron ball bounced forward and smashed into the ground again, kicking up countless dirt.

The Chinese army once again suona in unison, the instructors of each battalion urged each company and platoon to speed up, although the Hongyi cannon on the city wall had a long range, but as long as it crossed this distance, the cannon could not play a role.

Boom!

A few fires and smoke came out of the city again, and the loud noise of the Hongyi cannon could be felt even two miles away when it was fired, Yang Bo held a clairvoyant mirror and nervously focused on the battlefield, an eight-pounder cannon was hit by seven catties of iron, and the copper-core cannon twisted up like a twist, whistling together with the gun carriage overturned, and the tail of the gun carriage turned sideways and slapped heavily on the head of a gunner, his head was like a watermelon that was smashed, and he fell to the ground and died before he could scream......

Looking at the continuous fire at the head of the city, Yang Bo was a little worried, the Tatar slaves had a strong learning ability, especially the understanding of artillery, and at the same time, he was also glad that if it weren't for the generals under his command to fight the main battle, he might not be able to make this determination for a long time, let the Tatar slaves sweep south once, and the strength would swell a little, this time he was reluctant to sacrifice, and the sacrifice would be greater in the future.

The probability of being directly hit by the artillery is very small, but this road is a veritable road of flesh and blood, the front army paid more than ten casualties, the price of losing two artillery pieces finally entered the range of the cannon to force the city, the Hongyi cannon calmed down, the quality of this artillery is uneven, firing a few shells to cool the barrel, but a few three hundred, five hundred pounds of small cannons at the head of the city also fired one after another, looking from a distance, the city head is filled with gunsmoke, and the fire that rises from time to time makes Yang Bo a little trance, is this the Ming Dynasty in 1634? It feels like being in a World War II scene on TV.

The auxiliary soldiers of the logistics support battalion are busy cutting down trees and making siege equipment, and the ladders have not yet had time to be made, and at present they are rushing to make hitchhikers on the moat and shield cars that hit the door, and the moat in Fuzhou is relatively wide, but the staff department has already taken countermeasures, as long as the firepower at the head of the city can be suppressed, the mountain infantry battalion under the city can fill in a few walking roads in half a day with the assistance of the engineer company.

Yang Bo had been waiting for the artillery battalion to exert its might, but after waiting for a long time, in addition to seeing the continuous gunpowder smoke rising from the head of Fuzhou City, the artillery battalion under the city did not know when it would be able to counterattack. In later generations, it was widely known that 10,000 artillery guns were fired in unison, but the concentration of firepower and fire coverage were the most advanced in this era, and not many people could understand the significance of this artillery theory, Yang Bo knew that the artillery salvo was not only powerful, but also extremely amazing in deterrence and momentum, which was the effect that could not be achieved by taking turns shooting

Under the dazzling sunlight, the city of Fuzhou suddenly shook violently like an earthquake, countless balls of gunpowder smoke rushed up at the south gate, followed by a deafening crackling sound, countless iron swooped towards the city wall, cutting down a piece of the armor soldiers stationed behind the battlements, the city head of the gunpowder smoke billowed, the gravel splashed, Yang Bo looked from afar, countless panicked Tartar slaves cried, ran, trampled on each other at the head of the city, they did not expect that the guerrilla battalion a round of artillery strikes would be so terrifying.

"This is just the first round" Yang Bo nodded with satisfaction, presumably Lu Ruohan of the artillery battalion was convinced, right? This volley killed at least 100 of the unprepared armourers and auxiliaries, even though they had already known how to guard against the guerrilla battalion artillery.

The 1st Flintlock Battalion peeked out from under the shields of the protective battalion and began to aim at the head of the city, taking advantage of the gap in the unstable foothold of the artillery salvo and the crossbowmen at the head of the city to seize the advantage of the fire.

"Bang bang!"

The sound of popping beans sounded again under the city, and the battalions were divided into companies. Organized a round of firing at the defenders of the city, knocking the battlements of the city into a splash of rubble, and many exposed Tatar archers kept falling from the city like dumplings. A round of artillery volleys, these archers lost the advantage of condescending and Ming shooting, although the defenders organized several counterattacks, but these elite archers lost the courage to face the iron, the special forces a company lying on the battlefield trees, behind the mound, holding a straight rifle flintlock pistol aimed at the city. As long as a part of someone's body is exposed to the city wall for more than three breaths, there is a danger of being shot black.

The soldiers of the mountain infantry battalion and the auxiliaries of a battalion shouted loudly, and as the whistle sounded, countless soldiers carried bags of loess on their backs. Swiftly past the heavily guarded soldiers of the Fusilier Battalion and towards the moat......

At the head of the city, a small man with a flag on his back had to get up to check, looking at the Ming army filling the trench army that was pouring over like a tide, he picked up a gong and drum and just wanted to beat the warning. Unexpectedly, two blood holes suddenly appeared in the back. Two bulges appeared in the chain mail on his chest.

While!

The gong fell limply to the ground, and then the burly body of the little man fell, his eyes still wide in disbelief.

Although this allocation failed to ring the gong, the head of Fuzhou City still made a loud alarm, and a large number of armored soldiers ignored the ferocity of the guns below, and opened their bows and arrows one after another, risking death to fire at the Ming army filling in the earth, and constantly had people in the chest. His head was bleeding and he screamed and fell to the city. The two sides fought fiercely across the city walls.

Soon, the four eight-pounder guns and sixteen six-pounder guns deployed under the city once again sent out earth-shattering salvos, countless red-hot iron drilled out of the trembling barrels, and slammed towards the city head with a terrible scream, the Ming army under the city briefly lost its target, and the smoke of the salvo shrouded Fuzhou City, and even the people around them could not see clearly, let alone the target at the head of the city, they were either carrying dirt bags or holding flintlock pistols, and only heard the screams of the city head, the sound of a certain battlement collapsing, and the sound of rubble hitting the ground.

A gust of wind blew, and the soldiers under the city looked at a thousands of pounds of Hongyi cannon, the barrel of which tilted by half, pressing the cannon base to squeak, and then countless bricks and stones at the head of the city and the huge black cannon barrel fell rapidly towards the city, bounced on the ground and plunged into the moat, setting off a lot of waves and mud, and there were corpses and masonry falling in the gap.

"Good!"

Seeing that the artillery battalion brothers had knocked down a corner of the city wall, the soldiers under the city let out a deafening cheer.

Nie Cailin, the commander of the mountain infantry battalion, didn't have time to pay attention to the noise of the battlefield, he ran to the auxiliary soldier who was digging in the soil, bowed and said, "Hurry up"

The auxiliary soldier didn't recognize it as the battalion commander, and another auxiliary soldier put a heavy bag of dirt on Nie Cailin's slightly thin shoulder, Nie Cailin took a few breaths, stood up violently, spread his feet and ran towards the moat, because of his lack of strength, he ran like a drunk drunk, crookedly.

Nie Cailin followed behind the other soldiers who filled the river, gritting his teeth and running wildly, he couldn't look up, he could only follow the ankles of the soldiers in front of him, and the sound of popping beans kept coming from around, he knew that it was the brothers of the flintlock pistol who were covering them, but from time to time there were also soldiers who were hit by arrows and didn't have time to throw away the dirt bag on their shoulders, so they pressed the dirt bag and died on the ground.

Nie Cailin's face suddenly brightened, almost uncontrollable body and fell into the river with the dirt bag, he stopped by the river with difficulty and shrugged violently, the dirt bag flew into the moat, mud water poured on him, Nie Cailin breathed a sigh of relief, the work of covering the mountain infantry battalion with a flintlock pistol was completed quickly, the dirt bag in the moat rose at a speed visible to the naked eye, Nie Cailin didn't know how many more trips to run, he quickly glanced at the city head, and ran back quickly.

The auxiliary soldier with the light arm spat and shoveled a huge piece of dirt into the dirt bag, and when he saw the battalion commander squatting in front of him, the auxiliary soldier was stunned for a moment, and said to the battalion commander: "Okay, brother, have you run three times?" ”

As he spoke, the auxiliary soldier secretly shoveled a large shovel of dirt into it.

Yang Bo turned the clairvoyant mirror, in front, more than 300 soldiers in the logistics pushed the simple hitchhiker and shield car towards the city gate one after another, the ladder is still in production, Yang Bo is not in a hurry, the battalions and horses continue to summarize the battle situation to the staff department, Wang Xiaoyu and a large group of staff officers are analyzing various situations, the current attack is very smooth, the casualties are not huge, Yang Bo speculated according to his own visual observation, the Tartar slaves as the defender of the city suffered heavy casualties, and even cowered behind the city wall did not dare to show up, which was a huge blow to their morale.

"Tomorrow may be able to defeat Fuzhou," Yang Bo optimistically told the Chinese military department.

At this moment, Tangma reported urgently, the north gate of Fuzhou was opened, and two teams of about 500 Tatar sentry cavalry alternately covered, marching towards the position of the Panshi Brigade at the east gate, and the dragoon battalion had already met after hearing the news, and was fighting fiercely with the Tatar sentry cavalry, the current battle situation is unknown, but in a short time the cavalry battalion lost more than 50 people.

The green tendons of Nie Cailin's neck, who was full of muddy water, jumped suddenly, he gritted his teeth and followed the soldiers in front, at this moment, the soldiers running in front of him suddenly fell to the ground without warning, and Nie Cailin, who was caught off guard, had no time to dodge, he tripped and fell, the dirt bag came out of his hand and smashed on the ground, Nie Cailin fell headlong, his head hit a piece of masonry that flew down from the city, and the severe pain came, Nie Cailin's eyes were dark, and he fainted...... (To be continued......)