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Li Benshen grabbed a big stone of more than 100 catties and smashed it towards a ladder, and the guy who was just about to climb up to the city was suddenly smashed to pieces and fell directly to the city. Below him there were two other tartars who were desperately climbing up, enjoying the taste of the stones.

smashed into a string, Li Benshen felt that the evil qi in his chest seemed to have subsided a lot, he grabbed another stone and threw it down again. The soldiers at the head of the city are like this, gritting their teeth one by one, and killing you to the death with the Tartars under the city.

"Pour oil!"

Hu Maozhen gave an order, barrels of hot oil on the city were poured on those cloud ladders, several torches fell, and suddenly the cloud ladders burst into flames, the wood crackled and burned, and even the surrounding tartars were also affected, and their bodies were stained with sparks.

The first wave of siege was beaten back by wolves, and all the soldiers at the head of the city breathed a sigh of relief. However, those veterans of An ** were obviously not easy, they knew that this was just the beginning, so they urged their soldiers to carry the rocks and logs and fill the ash bottles.

Some of the battlements of the city wall were damaged, and cement slabs were hurriedly brought up to plug the gaps. Everyone was busy. Hu Maozhen saw it in their eyes, nodded frequently, and all gave these veterans a thumbs up!

Middle- and lower-level officers are the key to combat effectiveness, and with the command of these veterans, their combat effectiveness has at least doubled, which has to be truly impressive.

Everyone was busy, and Zhou Yingjie held his clairvoyance and carefully observed the movements of the tartars. I saw that after the defeat of the Tartars. He did not rush to attack, but bombarded the city. The other side rushed out of their ranks and rushed up towards the breastwork.

The gang were all holding shovels and pickaxes and pushing desperately against the breastwork. Zhou Yingjie instantly figured out their plan, these guys wanted to overturn these obstacles, so that siege equipment such as shield carts could be pushed under the city.

"Think beautifully!" Zhou Yingjie sneered: "Don't be idle, artillerymen, let the Tartars see how powerful we are!" ”

The 120 artillery pieces specially explained by Gu Zhenhua were all transported to Xuzhou by guò ships, and after arriving in Xuzhou. Huang Degong was leading the men and horses to strengthen the city defense, and saw a swarthy cannon, which made Huang Degong only swallow saliva, and the other soldiers were even more stunned and salivating.

These guns are divided into two specifications, one is a 300-pound Franc cannon, and the other is a 500-pound general cannon. It is neat and tidy, and it is a very good thing at a glance, and under the handling of pack horses and people, it is swaggering through the market, and it is all sent to Xicheng.

"! Gu Zhenhua, this bastard, is really rich, where did he get so many good things? ”

"Master Hou. Do you think we're going to leave a little bit left? ”

"Humph!" Huang Degong snorted coldly: "I gave up this old face and asked others for cement, if I go to ask for artillery again, won't I, Huang Degong, become a beggar who asks for food?" I tell you grandsons, give me a little face. If nothing else works, can't you work hard! ”

These cannons made Huang Degong's eyes red. Just last night, they were all placed on the gate and the main city, just waiting to strike a fatal blow at the Tartars.

Tan Xingming was gearing up, he couldn't wait for a long time, this was the first time he had led the artillery to fight independently, and the pressure on his shoulders was heavy.

After getting the order, he suddenly came to the spirit, above the Xiguan, thirty generals Franco's machine guns opened fire together, the mountain shook, and the soldiers at the head of the city all trembled, and they were terrified!

Hu Maozhen's eyes widened even more, to see how powerful this An** artillery is?

In an instant, thirty flowering bullets fell in the crowd of Tartars, and suddenly bursting sounds, and the smoke of gunpowder shrouded the Tartars, perfectly expounding what is the rain of bullets, what is the perfect combination of speed and accuracy, this is simply the most classic shooting tutorial of contemporary times.

A skilled Furlong gunner can fire a shot in 20 seconds, but most officers and soldiers can only fire a shot in a minute, and it is difficult to say how accurate it is. This is mainly due to their negligent training, old artillery and poor performance.

However, every time An**'s gunner fires a cannon, he doesn't even want twenty seconds, fires the cannon, loads the gun, and fires the cannon again, the whole process is smooth, it's like an art performance, accurate and ruthless.

Everyone performed their duties, some observed, some commanded, and some specially loaded, and the artillerymen even took off a bare shoulder, revealing their strong muscles, and sent the guns over, and the tight fit was good, and after the gunners ignited, one after another deadly flowering shells smashed into the tartars.

The perfect artillery shooting and efficient harvesting of life opened the eyes of the officers and soldiers in the city, especially Hu Maozhen and other generals! It turns out that artillery can still be played like this!

Especially those flowering shells, which explode a large area, compared to solid projectiles relying on luck, these shells can cause fatal damage wherever they fall.

The stormy shells poured on the various earthen platforms, but at a distance of only three hundred paces, the accuracy of the gunners of An ** was amazing, and the Tartars used the earthen platforms to cover them, thinking that they had a plan, but they made the artillery fixed there.

The artillerymen at the head of the city did not need to move after determining the angle, and they were condescending, just like hitting a fixed target, which was extremely easy, and it was simply a one-sided massacre.

Seven-pound shells roared and roared, smashing on various earthen platforms one by one, setting off a metal storm after another, the barrels of the guns exploded, the gun wheels rolled around, the limbs and legs were broken, the flesh and blood were flying, and the immortal tartars were covered in blood and scurrying around.

In the smoke of gunpowder, it was like a hell, and people were stunned.

Li Benshen swallowed even more hard: "Brother Ang, don't you have to clean the cannon chamber?" ”

Wu Kaijie laughed: "Sue sù you, don't look at a small artillery, it's different from the inside out." The mold for making the cannon has changed, the material for making the cannon has also changed, the gunpowder is made of granular gunpowder, the firing bag is used for silk packing, and most importantly, the cannonball has also been changed to a flowering shell. ”

"Ahh

When Li Benshen heard this, he was immediately dumbfounded: "This, such artillery, who can win, just just set up artillery to kill the opponent!" ”

Wu Kaijie deliberately smiled humbly: "It's not that exaggerated, as the so-called Dao is one foot high, the magic is one foot high, and the Tartar is also improving!" ”

Although Wu Kaijie said so, he was extremely proud in his heart, for An **, the accumulation of technology is enough, the next thing is to increase the number, train more elite soldiers, time, time!

As long as there is enough exhibition time, let alone sweeping the Tartars, even if it is to reproduce the prosperity of the Han and Tang Dynasties, it is not a dream!

Seeing that the Tartar soldiers were blown to pieces, and the dense siege crowd had been thinned, Tan Xingming commanded the artillery without hesitation, concentrated the general's artillery firepower, and bombarded the largest earthen platforms together, and some red-coated cannons of the Wuzhenha battalion were placed there, all of which were the hearts of the Tartars, and it was these artillery pieces that posed the greatest threat to Xicheng.

After a rain of bullets passed, all the artillery was smashed, not to mention, there was even a gunpowder explosion on an earthen platform, and all the gunners of the Han army flag were killed.

In less than half an hour of artillery bombardment, the more than 100 artillery pieces brought by Zhang Nai were almost dumb, and there was no threat to the city. And most of the artillery casualties were killed, and this blow was even more deadly than artillery losses!

The generals at the head of the city were dumbfounded and couldn't believe it at all.

After a while, Hu Maozhen gave a thumbs up: "Lao Hu has also fought for most of his life, and only now do I know that he is just a frog at the bottom of the well, I am convinced, completely convinced!" ”

The soldiers at the head of the city were suddenly very excited, one by one shy, there were still people who were awkward because of the change of boss, but now, they are all convinced, as a member of An**, it is a great honor!

The Tartar camp outside the city was also quiet for a long time, Zhang Nai sat on his horse, and the passionate war drums in his ears also stopped, only the rumbling cannons kept echoing. he

As if he couldn't believe what he was seeing, his body shook and he almost fell. After a long time, Zhang Nai's eyes gradually became bloody, and he was like a gambler, revealing his most hideous side.

"Chong, take Xuzhou for me!"

With his shouting, the sound of the horn sounded again, and the frightened Tartar soldiers regained a trace of order, and once again carried the ladder and surged to the ground.

Zhou Yingjie smiled contemptuously: "Brothers, kill me out!" ”

Gu Zhenhua only sent 2,000 veterans to Xuzhou, and 500 were removed as supervisors, and the remaining 1,000 and a half were Zhou Yingjie's trump card, and he rushed out of Xiguan with 500 people and a battalion of troops this time.

Without the Tartar cannons, the guns in their hands are weapons of slaughter! As soon as they left the city, they hid behind layers of breastwork and shot at the tidal Tartars.

Zhang Jun is Zhang Nai's nephew, since he was a child, he followed the camp to fight in the south and the north, until after the first battle in northern Shaanxi, he surrendered to the Tartars with his uncle Zhang Nai, and became a shameful traitor!

However, he didn't think so, those who knew the times were Junjie, on the contrary, Zhang Jun thought that he had a plan, and he treated the Han people more cruelly than the Manchus. He will brutally torture and kill those Han people who don't want to shave their heads, Lao Tzu has shaved his head, why are you different!

He strangled an old scholar in his seventies with his own hands, and the old man smacked him heavily before he died. Zhang Jun was like crazy, slaughtering everyone in the old man's family, even the livestock.

Zhang Jun personally led the soldiers and rushed towards the city, he wanted to conquer all the Han people for his master, so that they all wore pigs' tails.

"Rush, kill!"

Zhang Jun shouted desperately, and suddenly a bullet hit him, and suddenly his arm shook, and a fist-sized piece of flesh was knocked away, and blood spurted out.

His body was stunned, and before he could care about the pain, two more blood flowers bloomed in his chest, the nail leaves flew wildly, the skin and flesh splashed, Zhang Jun seemed to have been struck by lightning, and then several bullets fell on his body, and the hornet's nest-like body knelt on the ground and slowly fell!