What frightened him even more was that the defenders on the walls were also attacking.

They threw down a few thunderbolts emitting green smoke, and under the continuous explosions, the Houjin officers and soldiers under the city wall were killed or wounded, and only a few shallow shovel picks were left on the watered and frozen city wall.

Such a blow - Zhangguli lay on the ground, re-examined the wall of Ningyuan spewing flames and white smoke at close range, and finally understood the insidiousness and viciousness of such a defensive arrangement.

Whether it's attacking the slope or the relatively normal and straight section of the city wall. They will be fired at from opposite or crossfire, as well as rolling logs and rocks on the top of the city, and even the bombardment of thunder thrown down from the head.

This is an all-round attack, and there are no dead ends at all, that is, there is no place where the Jin army thought it was safer after the siege.

Puffs of white smoke rose in the city, and the Ming army's muskets were fired round after round. The front and side are intertwined, and there seems to be no pause in the feeling of Zhangguli.

Boom, boom, boom...... An even more deafening and powerful roar rang out, and the cannons on the top of the city roared in brighter flames and thicker white smoke.

The shells swept through the air at a speed visible to the naked eye and smashed into the distance. Zhangguli felt lucky, but he didn't know that it was Tong Yangxing who urged the Han soldiers to push the cannons and attract the firepower of the Ming army in the city.

It has the advantage of being condescending, even if it is a Franc machine with poor breath-holding, it is comparable in range to the old-fashioned artillery brought by the Later Jin Army.

When it comes to old-fashioned artillery, there are also a lot of Ming army in the city. Except for more than 20 Hongyi cannons, in fact, none of them can be regarded as new.

Shells swept over the besieging Houjin army, flew over trenches and obstacles, and bounced on the ground, stirring up flesh and blood all the way, or the fragments of carts and artillery wagons.

The Hongyi cannon roared again, far more powerful and accurate than other artillery, and the target was determined to be a group of Jiannu cavalry who were quietly approaching Ningyuan.

After the shell of the third Hongyi cannon bounced on the ground and indestructibly penetrated half of the Jiannu cavalry ranks, the old slave reluctantly retreated under the strong support of the generals.

Don't think that if you don't make a fanfare, you'll slip through the net and observe the battle. Sitting in command in the back will naturally appear sluggish, so let those Jiannu pay the price of casualties for this!

Xiong Tingbi put down the binoculars, but the artillery commander Luo Li found a new target, instructed the artillery to adjust the muzzle, and aimed at Mang Gurtai, who was commanding in front.

It is not a surprising tactic to use the accuracy, range, and power of the Hongyi cannon to snipe at the enemy's important generals.

Of course, even if the accuracy of the Hongyi cannon is very high, it is only compared to other old artillery. Also in its own effective range, the hit rate of the heavy arquebus is even higher than that of the Hongyi cannon.

After all, luck is more important than skill in counting on a shell to hit or kill a person at a distance of a few hundred meters or nearly a kilometer.

At this time, the Zhangguli under the city was still alive. I have to admit that he has a lot of luck and a lot of experience. But after a long time, good luck can no longer save his dog's life.

The Later Jin army not only had chariots, but also a kind of siege vehicle with a pointed roof. The top is like a roof, and it is tilted to alleviate the damage caused by the rolling wood.

With shelter and cover overhead, Jiannu can dig the city relatively safely under the car. Zhangguli saw the opportunity to drill over, and only now has he survived under the attack of bullets.

There was a thud of smashing overhead, followed by an explosion next to it, and shrapnel rattled on the siege wagons. In the midst of Zhangguli's fear, the siege engine once again withstood the devastating attack.

A large chunk of the thick ice on the city wall had been chiseled, revealing the bricks, and several Jiannu became more and more excited, digging harder and harder.

There was another explosion, much quieter. But the fireworks soon burst in like poisonous snakes, and the Ming troops in the city used explosive incendiary bombs and threw down quilts plucked with gunpowder grease.

As the fire grew, choking smoke filled the carriage, and Jiannu couldn't stay any longer. Coughing, weeping, and snotting, they fled in embarrassment.

The muskets outside were still roaring, a row of lead bullets came over, and several Jiannu were killed or wounded, some of them were not dead for a while, and their bodies were still on fire, making terrible and inhuman screams and stumbling and crawling.

With swift movements, he sprang out of the siege engine, and he had to hide in a small pit that he had to look at.

Buckshot whizzed beside him, and just as he was only a leap away from the pit, a lead bullet struck him in the thigh.

It was a bullet from a heavy musket, and the destructive force of it almost knocked half of his leg off. In the midst of the flying flesh, he let out a scream and fell face down on the edge of the pit.

A wrapper crawled into a small pit, his face covered with sweat, his face pale, and his lips still trembling. From the frightened eyes in his eyes, it was clear that he was about to collapse with fear.

"Help, save me." Zhangguli raised his head with great difficulty, and let out a pleading voice.

It is unbelievable that the slave owner who is high up in the sky begs for his slaves. But the seriously injured Zhangguli couldn't think of these things, and only the simplest desire to survive remained.

Zhao Huai shrank and looked at this Jurchen official who begged him in a daze. After a long time, he reached out and dragged Zhangguli in.

Janguli howled in pain, leaning his back on the edge of the pit, the flames of the city flickering out, and rows of bullets pouring down. The smoke of gunpowder drifted in the air, thick and faint, like clouds moving with the wind.

The huge pain had been alleviated, and it was not Zhao Huaiyi who bandaged him, but the continuous flow of blood, which made his limbs numb in the cold.

As far as his eyes could see, Zhangguli saw the bloody legs, and he also felt the coldness spreading all over his body. He tilted his head slightly, and saw the wrapper who was shrunk to the side.

"Dog minion, quick, hurry up and wrap my legs, strangle, tighten." Zhangguli gasped and scolded.

Why is it yourself who is injured and wants to die, why is it not this cowardly and despicable coat?

There was a huge imbalance in Zhangguli's heart, and he was usually arrogant, treating the coating as a mustard, and completely forgetting to count on this coating to save him.

Zhao Huai acted consciously, but he had never learned battlefield first aid, and he did not have anything suitable to bind and bandage his wounds.

Seeing that Bao Yi was in a hurry, but he didn't know how to deal with it at all, and even hurt his own wounds, Zhangguli scolded: "Stupid, stupid, take off your clothes, quickly wrap up your wounds." ”

Zhao Huai was as obedient as a puppet, and he stretched out his hand to undress, not caring that he would be frozen.

"Idiot, dog minion." Zhangguli closed his eyes, his mouth still scolding, although his voice was weak, "Go back and cut off your dog's head." Damn it, Han dog. ”

His consciousness was a little trance, and Zhang Guli didn't have much strength, and even if he was injured, he might not be able to live.

It seemed that after a long, long time, Zhangguli slowly opened his eyes, and it was still a bloody leg wound, and the damn coat did not bandage him.

Turning his head with some effort, Shoguli saw the coat. Just as he wanted to open his mouth to scold, he suddenly found that Bao Yi's eyes were no longer fearful, but cold and hateful, and even a little crazy.

Burst! The sound that Janguli wanted to make was all in his throat, it was his dagger, which was held in his hand and stabbed deep into his neck.

With his eyes wide open and his mouth wide open, the light in Zhangguli's eyes quickly disappeared, and it was his last expression in disbelief.

Zhao Huaiyi pushed the corpse away, mainly because the dead face and dead fish-like eyes couldn't be aimed at him.

This action seemed to drain the strength of his whole body, and he covered his face and shrunk back into a ball, and snot and tears kept flowing down as his shoulders trembled.

Baoyi, minions, their lives are not even as good as dogs in the eyes of Jiannu.

They were the ones who risked their lives to push the cart, and if they cowered slightly, they were slashed to death; Injured and fallen to the ground will also be killed immediately, and Jiannu does not want their screams and wails to affect morale.

Erniu from the same village died and was cut off with a knife; The rope also fell to the cold snow, and an arrow plunged into his neck......

Although he was scared to death by the guns under the city, Zhao Huaiyi had already seen the death of many people, and saw too much blood and terrible deaths.

If it weren't for Shoguli yelling to kill him, he would still be the marionette, and he wouldn't have the heart to resist. But after killing Zhangguli, the hatred and anger that arose in an instant were all replaced by fear.

Rumble! The arquebus slammed backwards, pushing Ma Wu's shoulders away.

Although there were military regulations that it was not allowed to observe the results of the battle, as far as the eye could see, Ma Wu still saw a cloud of blood mist burst from the target sixty or seventy meters away.

Either death or injury, or ninety percent of the dog's life! Ma Wu pursed the corners of his mouth, put away the gun and retreated.

Although Ma Wu's bow and arrow skills were among the best in the Ming army, he also liked the power of the heavy musket. is already an officer in charge of hundreds of people, and he still has to shoot a few shots and kill a few Jiannu to have fun.

Heavy armor, heavy muskets are more effective in hitting, and the armor-piercing ability of bows and arrows is still not enough. Moreover, one shot makes the enemy's flesh and blood fly, which is more shocking and more comfortable.

Retreating to the back row, although wearing an iron mask, Ma Wu's happy smile could be seen from the exposed eyes. The owner of the heavy musket took the gun, loaded it with skillful movements, and pushed the lead bullet wrapped in grease and silk into the chamber.

Wrapping a projectile in grease-soaked linen and silk was applied not only for muskets, but also for shells. One is to increase air tightness, and the other is to tilt the muzzle so that the projectile cannot fall out.

"One more shot." Ma Wu unceremoniously reached out and took the gun, and walked to the queue that moved forward.

The owner of the gun straightened his eyes, and he was also a tall and strong man, but he was bullied by the commander and rolled his eyes, and there must have been an aggrieved expression under the iron mask.

The siege of the city was already full of casualties, and the hanging plates on the city, the armor and iron face of the Ming officers and soldiers, showed a great effect in resisting bows and arrows, and the casualties were very small.

After paying a huge number of casualties, Jiannu stubbornly erected several hook ladders on the city wall, and the heavy armor soldiers began to climb upward.

With a bang, Jiannu on the hook ladder lay down on the ladder, his mouth spurting black blood and fragments of internal organs.

The buckshot from the side and back slammed into his back, not penetrating the heavy armor, but absorbing all of the impact from his body.

Kennu not only suffered damage to his internal organs, but also broke his spine. After barely stopping on the ladder for a moment, he twisted his body and fell hard.

A row of buckshot whistled and fired, and several of the Jiannu who had gathered under the hook ladder were knocked down.

Thunder was thrown down from the city, and several explosions in succession stirred up thick gunsmoke, and this group of tenacious Jiannu was almost devastated.

More and more thunderbolts and explosive incendiary bombs fell from the city, and the flames of the explosions and the flames flashed under the city, and the enemies were screaming and wailing, fluttering and jumping in the fireworks, like the demons of hell.

finally attacked the city, and Mang Gurtai was unwilling to retreat in vain. Even in the face of such a tragic scene, and the attack with heavy casualties,

He howled and roared, galloped with a dozen of his own soldiers, and led thousands of Jurchens, Mongol vassals, and Han soldiers to continue to rush to the city to attack.

Watching the soldiers carrying hook ladders and pushing siege engines over the ditch and approaching the city, Mang Gurtai stopped slightly, spewing out a thick white mist from his mouth, and stared at the city head that was constantly spitting fireworks.

About 100 meters to the left of Mang Gurtai, Tong Yangxing commanded the Han soldiers to brave the continuous bombardment of shells, paid heavy casualties, and finally pushed more than a dozen artillery pieces to the front of the trench and erected them.

It is impossible to bombard the head of the city with a direct shot, and there is no need to think about the hanging shot, how far is it, what is the elevation angle?

According to Tong Yang's estimate, the artillery bombardment here can at most reach the middle and lower part of the city wall. But for the purpose of blasting down the walls, this was enough.

Several shells flew from the city and smashed on the artillery positions that had not yet been set up, bouncing, and in the midst of screams and exclamations, many Han soldiers were either killed or wounded.

Tong Yangxing howled and cursed with more than 200 Zhenyi, wielding his sword and bow, and suppressing the Han soldiers who were a little confused because of fear, urging them to set up artillery and load ammunition.

However, Mang Gurtai's command disrupted Tong Yangxing's plan, and the two were not well coordinated. A large number of soldiers attacked the city, so that the artillery could not start bombarding it immediately.

Frowning, Tong Yangxing ordered his soldiers to find Mang Gurtai, hoping that he would let the soldiers under the city temporarily retreat to the trench, so that he could open artillery bombardment of the city.

Even if he is a high-grade Han official in Houjin, among the generals and officials of Zhenyi, Tong Yang's character is also a head lower, not to mention the Mang Gurtai who is Baylor.

And the rude and irascible Mang Gurtai is obviously something that Tong Yang is unwilling to face directly. There is no meaning of command, it is to discuss and suggest, and Tong Yangxing is also a little afraid of the reckless man who stares at the big eyes and growls with horizontal eyebrows.

Rumble! A cannonball flew in with a whistling trajectory and bounced off a low-level trajectory, smashing a gun carriage to pieces and turning it into a pile of parts.

Tong Yangxing raised his eyes and looked into the distance, looking for the banner and figure of Mang Gurtai.

Nurhachi could not be said to be timid, and his generals and officials were already intimidated by the powerful artillery of the Ming army, desperately blocking him from approaching.

But as a front-line commander, if he didn't even dare to raise the flag, he was not only greedy for life and afraid of death, but also how could he command the attack and retreat?