PS: Dizzy, the setting is wrong, sorry, sorry!!

The sound of the squeaky gun carriage, the four Han Yuan type 1 iron cannons constantly adjusted the angle of the muzzle, and there was a loud "bang", and an iron cannon fired first. Then another cannon spewed out thick smoke.

The four iron cannons fired one after another, and none of them hit a single hit, and the luck was only in the distance of their shells from the target.

"The angle of fire is 4 degrees and 12 minutes!"

"Left deviation of 1 degree 20 minutes!" After the first shot, the men of the four artillery crews were busy and nervous. The most experienced gunners and surveyors quickly adjusted the angle of the cannon according to their own calculations. At the end of the gun, the two gunners manipulated the gun carriage and hand rods to make corresponding adjustments according to the order. Another gunner took a shell from the ammunition box and handed it to the gunner on the other side, which was different from what was depicted in later films, the old front-loading artillery shell, which was typically spherical in shape, but was tied to the propellant bag with strips of cloth and linen - the latter carried it into a backpack and carried it to the gunner. After adjusting the angle of fire of the gun, the gunner carefully inspected the shells and confirmed that the ammunition type was correct and the medicine bag was not damaged, and then the gunner picked up the backpack and continued to walk to the gun, handing it to the gunner standing there.

This is followed by the loading of ammunition and the use of a projectile pusher to push the shell to the bottom of the chamber. The gunner, standing on the left side of the gun's tail, pierced the gun's chamber with a long awl through the fire door at the end of the gun, pierced the cloth on the outside of the medicine bag, and inserted the fire rope into the fire door. At this point, the preparation of the artillery for firing was completed.

Before the shells arrived, the two gunners at the muzzle were responsible for cleaning the chambers. After the gun commander double-checked and confirmed that nothing had been missed in the preparations, the gun could be fired.

Liu Xian once read a material about the artillery of the Old American Civil War, in which a Napoleonic cannon was rationed to eight people, and all of them asked for positions to be rotated, and when there were only two people left, the artillery crew was reduced to combat and asked to continue the shelling.

He doesn't remember the steps of Napoleon's cannon firing very clearly, but he can't stop him from having a Kong Lingren by his side, and as soon as the two of them combined, Liu Xian gave the artillery team such a troublesome artillery drill system in the eyes of many people.

Although it turned out that a skilled artillery crew with full operation was enough to fire more than ten shells in half an hour, it was not much slower than the shotgunners. Complicated rules still give the impression of cumbersomeness.

The fierce and tight cannon fire on the head of the city came one after another, and in the large area of rising gunsmoke, four Han Yuan type 1 iron cannons were each aimed at their own targets.

Trapped in the heat dissipation problem of the cast iron cannon, it is impossible for the four iron cannons to be fired so densely all the time, but only for a while, it can make the guards in Dongguan settle down half of their hearts.

Dongguan must not be able to hold it, but Liu Xian will never allow it to be attacked by the first wave of the Taiping army, or even lost in the first day. That would be too demoralizing and too damaging to the hearts of the soldiers and civilians in the city!

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There are a total of five mountain-splitting cannons on the head of Dongguan City, two of which are Liu Xianjun's, Xiang Fa's second brigade has four mountain-splitting cannons, and the captain Zhou Jun split in half, and the two mountain-splitting cannons were transferred to Xiang Fa. The remaining three are from the volunteer battalion in the city, and they are also small cannons of 150 catties.

These people who don't want to put a little effort into it, after getting the iron mold from Liu Xian, have been holding on to it and not letting go, and they haven't thought about making bigger or smaller ones at all.

The Battalion's Mountain Splitting Cannon had three gunners, who were divided into loading, aiming and firing. As for Liu Xianjun's side, there are six mountain-splitting cannons, twice as many as the volunteer battalion.

Huang Keming is one of the gunners of the Volunteer Battalion, an aimer and a gunner. The gunner is originally better than the ordinary Ding Yong, and the aiming man is better treated, after all, he eats "technical rice", and he still has a sense of arrogance.

Huang Keming's family is not poor, he read a few books when he was a child and is literate. Later, he worked as a buddy in a rice grain store, and he was also a little good at arithmetic, and he was hardworking, and he thought he was very good at aiming skills for a few months, and he was definitely second to none in the volunteer camp.

Huang Keming subconsciously felt that Liu Xianjun's gunners had less work and higher treatment than himself, and he subconsciously felt disgusted and rejected on the first day of meeting.

In the days of subsequent contact, Liu Xianjun's treatment was indeed much better than that of the Volunteer Battalion. In three or five days, you can see the meat, the vegetables are full of oil and water, and those gunners don't see a single weak body in the cold winter, all of them are full of red light.

Huang Keming was even more envious and jealous, and he was even more resentful in his heart, such a good treatment should also be greeted to me. Although Liu Xianjun's rules and daily training are also painful to watch.

The nine gunners of the Volunteer Battalion on Dongguan, in their own private conversations, did not have one or two people who were envious, jealous, and hated Liu Xianjun's peers, and their hearts were different, and they all had the idea of going to vote after the war. Huang Keming has always been a cold watcher.

He looked down on Liu Xianjun's gunners, and the "technical people" generally only served those who were better than themselves. No matter how famous Liu Xianjun is, Huang Keming has never seen it with his own eyes, how can he be convinced? Who knows if it's donkey and eggs with a bright appearance.

With such thoughts, Huang Keming seemed out of place in the group of Dongguan gunners during these days, and he was extremely arrogant.

Today, when the Taiping army finally attacked the city, he paid attention to the movement of the city behind him, and also paid attention to the movements of the gunners of Liu Xian's army around him to see if they were fighting accurately.

"Damn, it's really accurate!"

Four shells were shot out by the camera, and Huang Keming couldn't help but scream. I saw that although none of the four shells hit the artillery car, three of the four missed the artillery car and entered the formation of the Taiping army. Almost from the front of the formation to the back of the formation, three six-pound iron bullets were crushed all the way, I don't know how many people's arms and thighs were taken away, and how many people's chests and heads were pierced and smashed.

Countless lives were lost, and behind the three bloody alleys was a terrible and miserable howl.

This is really amazing, completely beyond Huang Keming's imagination. Standing on the castle, he could clearly see the landing point of the four shells, the nearest one was at most ten meters away from the top of the gun carriage.

Huang Keming was stunned.

But that's not all, and the blows that continue to make him unbearable come one after another.

"Bang-"

In a short time, the second round of shelling began. The time between them was too short and too short, and Huang Keming didn't come back to his senses, and four blood marks appeared on the yellow Taiping army.

In the third round of shelling, Huang Keming lost his soul, "It's too fast, how can it be so fast......"

Finally, a solid iron ball accurately hit a advancing gun carriage, and with a loud "boom", the gun carriage of the gun truck was shattered, the gun wheel flew away, and the heavy gun body was lifted and rolled off. The surrounding Taiping gunners and some of the soldiers who followed them were suffering from the pond fish, and they were beaten by the stirred up barrels and all kinds of fragments from the crushing and splashing of the gun trucks, and they all rolled to the ground and howled.

"Good ......" There was a roaring cheer from the city.