"Scatter the bullets, fire the cannon quickly, and blow up those bastards who have forgotten their ancestors."

"Bang, bang, bang!"

More than a dozen 600-pound cannons loaded with loose bullets were ignited one after another, and nearly 1,000 lead bullets the size of copper coins rained down like raindrops in front of the Qing army's firecrackers.

Even if these Han army banners were wearing two layers of cotton armor, they could not avoid being penetrated by the cannons at close range, and the outer layer of cotton armor of dozens of Han army banner soldiers who were shot was riddled with holes, and their bodies were gushing with blood, and they fell to the ground in pain, screaming desperately.

"Fire, fire!"

Yang Biao, who succeeded in one blow, naturally would not let go of such an opportunity, and continued to roar with a knife.

In the rear, the Qing army's well also slowly moved to the west gate of Laizhou City, Tong Guolai's well is three zhang high, almost the same as the city wall of Laizhou, and the top and middle platforms are full of Manchurian archers who are ready to fight.

Compared with the firecrackers, the archers of the Qing army were much more advantageous, their archery skills were accurate, and they were almost free of arrows, and they were the same as the Han army banner that was being baptized by artillery, and they came to provide fire cover for the Mongol soldiers besieging the city.

"Shoot the arrows, shoot those Nikans!"

When Jing Qian advanced to more than two hundred steps away from the city wall, the archers of the Qing army released the bowstring in their hands one after another.

Due to the long distance, the Manchurian soldiers used to shoot from the back, although the accuracy of the shooting was affected to a certain extent, but the arrows were effectively shot on the protruding horse surface of the city wall.

More than a dozen Jingbei soldiers who were pushing the ladder with a fork pole were suddenly hit by arrows and fell to the ground, and they did not understand where the arrow came from until they died.

"Shoot again!"

The Manchurian Niulu, who had succeeded in the attack, once again gave the order to shoot.

"Open the cannon, bombard their wells, aren't these Manchurian soldiers crazy, are they using us as a live target?"

In war, death is inevitable, and Li Xingzhi is used to seeing life and death, so he can't afford to have the slightest mercy at this moment.

"Bang, bang, bang!"

Under the command of Qin Ying, more than ten artillery pieces urgently transferred from the south gate had been deployed on the corner tower and horse surface in the southeast of Laizhou City, and the target of their attack was the well of the Qing army.

The slow-moving Jingqi became the best target for the artillery of the Jingbei Army.

The general artillery deployed at the head of the city also turned its muzzle at the right time and bombarded the Qing army's well.

The well made of bamboo could not withstand the attack of dense iron bullets at all, and the skeleton of the well was constantly blown away by the cannons.

The Qing troops on the well were rolled down like dumplings, and some of the well were even ignited by the sparks attached to the cannons.

Because it was winter, the bamboos had already withered, but they only burned for a short time, and the bamboos crackled in the flames.

"Go down, go down!"

Although the Manchurian soldiers were not afraid of death, no one wanted to become a living target for the enemy, nor did they want to become a roast suckling pig on the well, and they jumped down from the well one by one.

Under the city walls, the Mongol soldiers, who relied on the cover of shield carts, under the command of Sonomu, were frantically climbing the city walls.

One by one, they surged towards the walls of the city like ants, with swords in their hands and shields in their hands.

Some of the Jingbei troops in the city used big forks to desperately hold the ladder, some picked up the stone and smashed it down, and some picked up a pot of boiling hot gold juice and poured it down the ladder.

One after another, Mongol soldiers were struck by rocks, swept over by rolling logs, burned by gold juice, and people kept rolling down the ladders, wailing on the ground because of the wounds on their bodies.

"Hurry back!"

Under the intensive attack, the Mongolian soldiers were already a little afraid, we are all men on horseback, what is the matter of storming the strong city of the Ming thief, and even some Mongolian soldiers left their companions and retreated to the rear like crazy.

"Poof, poof!"

However, the Mongols did not flee far before they were shot with bows and arrows by the Manchurian soldiers who followed them.

"Without the general's order, those who retreat will die!"

Akema, who had just retreated from the well, was carrying a knife and looked at the fallen Mongolian Eight Banners in front of him with a blank expression.

Sonomu will regret his intestines, who knew that the thief actually had so many artillery and city defense equipment, he knew that he had led someone to build equipment last night, and now he is working hard in front, but Tong Guolai is sleeping in the camp.

Forced by the Manchurian soldiers, the Mongols had no choice but to return to the battlefield and then pounce on the city walls again.

At this time of the battle, many of the artillery of the Jingbei Army had already turned red, and the helpless gunners had to carry the cold water prepared at the head of the city and pour it on the barrels, but it took time to cool down, and many of the artillery could not fire for the time being.

The cannon on the city wall thinned out, and the Han flag gunners who were suppressed by the artillery fire, as well as the Manchurian soldiers who jumped down from the well, gathered again, rearranged their military formations, and shot wildly at the city.

"Dodge the arrows, dodge the arrows!"

Yang Biao, who was commanding on the city wall, roared desperately,

The Jingbei soldiers, who had had enough of the hardships of the Qing army, subconsciously hid behind the wall after receiving the military order.

After dodging a round of attacks, the soldiers of the Jingbei Army poked their heads out again and attacked the swarming Mongol soldiers.

They used their big forks to push the ladders hanging on the city wall, and used their bows and arrows to shoot the Manchurian soldiers attacking from below the city.

Relying on the cover of the city wall, although the Jingbei army suffered a lot of casualties, it firmly suppressed the Manchu, Mongolian and Han troops under the city.

On high slopes.

Prince Cheng of the Qing Dynasty had a cold face, and nearly 2,000 Manchurian and Mongolian soldiers attacked for nearly two hours, but they didn't even touch the battlements of Laizhou City, but they lost a lot of military horses.

These soldiers are all his close confidants, and the death of one of them will make him sad, and the most important thing is that there is no hope of breaking through Laizhou.

"Let Tong Tulai lead his Han army to attack from Nancheng, I was going to see how many artillery the Ming thief had?"

The battle situation was unfavorable, and Yue Tuo had no choice but to order the Han army under Tong Tulai to fight.

"Wow!"

Several heralds departed.

Tong Tulai didn't sleep, as the commander of the Han Army, others need to make equipment, he doesn't need to participate in person, he will be drinking a little wine in the military tent.

To tell the truth, this is the first time that Tong Tulai has sat and watched the Manchurian soldiers as cannon fodder in front after becoming a traitor, which of course made him proud.

But the happy days were less than half a day, and Prince Cheng's order to order the Han army to attack the southern city of Laizhou came.

The master gave an order, but Tong Tulai didn't dare not listen, so he hurriedly issued a military order for the whole army to be reorganized, and then ran up to Yue Tuo's place where he was stationed.

"General, although there are many people in our Han army, it has only been hard all night, and the minions may not be able to catch it!"

"Ben will transfer a hundred fangs to help you, your troops must defeat Leyden today, otherwise military law will be engaged!"

Looking at Tong Tulai, who was kneeling in front of him, and then looking at the listless Zhenghuangqi Han army, Yue Tuo had no choice but to use him as a baby pimple.

The tooth swinger is the white armor soldier, these soldiers are all veterans of the rest of the battle, not to mention that there is no problem with one as a hundred, and one as ten.

Hearing that Yue Tuo actually used the white-armored soldiers, Tong Tulai was overjoyed and was about to speak.

Several knights rushed from afar, and the knight at the head shouted, "The general is not good!" "The general is not good!"