"This ...... This ......"

In the Ming army, Zhu Di, Fei Ju, Zhang Dingbian, Yao Guangxiao and others looked at the Samarkand city wall in front of them dumbfounded, and almost even their jaws fell to the ground.

After all, although Guozijian's martial arts also taught some superficial artillery theory, the actual combat experience of the Ming Dynasty in artillery combat was not enough, and the set of ranging theory discussed by Zhu Su had not passed the test of practice; Second, the cost of artillery shells is very expensive, and if the first round is fired with a salvo, if all the shells are crooked, the losses will be multiplied. It was just a shot, but in fact, it was just a shot.

However, just one shot is enough to open people's eyes:

I saw that the walls of Samarkand, which everyone thought were impregnable, had now been blasted open a crack. The bricks at the battlement fell down in a flutter, and the entire city wall seemed to be much crooked.

As a rough estimate, the bricks were shattered by at least three layers.

You know, Samarkand is a stone city! These bricks are not fired bricks, but real quarrying barriers!

In other words, it's all solid hard stone! As soon as this cannon went down, it actually cracked several layers!

"My boy!" The dignified Pingliang Hou Feiju opened his mouth wide, as if the cerebellum had been atrophied: "This strength, I'm afraid it's not comparable to dozens of back cannons to exert force together!" ”

"This thing is so domineering! Isn't it really possible to erode ten miles? ”

"Now that this thing is out, I am afraid that the strong cities in the world will no longer be able to rely on!" Yao Guangxiao was also surprised, but his eyes flashed with essence. "Now that you have this thing, you can open the city gate within a few days."

"I'm not in a hurry." Zhu Su said with a smile. "Simmer slowly to cook thoroughly. With artillery in hand, it is not good for us to rush through the city. ”

He smiled flatly, but with a chill. Let the city continue to feel the horror is the way to make the greatest benefit of the Ming Dynasty.

……

In the city, Timur was indeed frightened.

On that day, Da Ming took out that terrible weapon from the elephant's back, and with a bombardment, the loud sound was like a landslide.

Then Timur's feet began to collapse, and the cannon smashed on the wall at his feet, and in an instant the city wall began to shake, and the defenders of the city were all unstable, and at that moment Timur even thought that he was going to die here. When everything calmed down, the city wall did not collapse, but when Timur leaned down to look, he saw a shocking pit on the surface of the wall.

It was bombarded by the latest Daming mighty general of the Baoyuan Bureau.

The mighty general's cannon was originally used as the main gun on the treasure ship, and in order to better defeat the enemy ship, its armor-piercing ability was specially strengthened, in order to break through the enemy ship. It is also suitable for siege. Moreover, the city walls in Central Asia are mostly made of rocks, and they are not like the city walls of the Central Plains with a layer of rammed earth in the middle, which can well cushion the impact of catapults and cannonballs.

Therefore, although the city wall is thick, the movement on the city wall is particularly huge when it is smashed by one cannon. Not only are there several layers of rocks broken, but there is even a tendency to be crooked.

Frightened, Timur was immediately protected from the city wall.

The imperial army in the city was frightened into two wars, and under the city, the Ming army at this time was still not in a hurry to attack the city, they built up a few more cannons, and every few hours, they had to blast a few cannons on the city wall. At the place of the artillery bombardment, the city wall, which was relied on by the Timurid Empire as the last hope, was cracked in many places, and even collapsed in a few days.

Ulugh Beg hastened to have a mountain of earth be piled up in the city, barely filling the gap.

Timur had long since ceased to command the defense of the city. Wisdom like him has seen that the Ming army is now playing with his empire, like a cat playing with mice: he clearly broke through the city wall, but he did not take advantage of the situation to wave his army, which made Timur feel full of humiliation.

This humiliation turned into hatred, and then into obsession, driving him to find a way to turn defeat into victory.

"Muskets, haven't you finished developing them yet?" Timur, who had almost gone mad, returned to the workshop in the city. Now his hair is messy, his eye sockets are deep, and his eyes reveal a madness all the time: he thinks that if he wants to break through the Ming army, the only hope now is to equip the Ming army's kind of musket, and then suddenly attack like the Ming army, and take them by surprise. To this end, Timur used an iron fist to collect almost all the craftsmen in the city and ordered them to imitate the muskets of the Ming Dynasty.

Craftsmen originally had a high status in the Timurid Empire, and even many relatives of nobles and bureaucrats were also craftsmen who were proficient in crafts. Timur didn't care about this, so he stuffed them into a firearms workshop and forced them to work with knives.

In order to collect materials, he sacked almost the entire city of Samarkand, desperately spending all his resources on forging muskets.

"Su ...... Sudan! A silversmith knelt down. The materials used in the muskets of the Ming people seem to be different, and the craftsmanship is very peculiar and difficult to imitate. Please give us some more time...... "He wept and mourned, such a thing as a musket had never been seen before, and even if it could make a rough appearance, how could it be so easy to find out what was inside.

What's more, most of the craftsmen here only make gold and silver leather ornaments......

“…… Time, I give you time, who will give Ben Sultan time? Timur was furious and kicked the craftsman on the shoulder, but the lame foot had no strength and staggered and almost fell on his own. The guards on the left and right hurriedly held him up, and before he could stand firmly, Timur roared again: "If you can't make a musket, what's the use of keeping you here." ”

"Kill, kill them, hang them all and hang them at the door of the workshop, so that the rest of the craftsmen can see what happens to the slack Ben Sultan's orders!"

Now, he can only use this reign of terror to try to achieve his goals.

The craftsmen who knelt on the ground were so devastated that they quickly begged for mercy. Seeing the guards of Timur, who was carrying a scimitar, approaching with expressionless faces, under the threat of death, a craftsman was in a hurry and quickly spoke: "Sultan! Sultan spare! ”

"Actually, we've already made a musket!"

"Oh?" Timur turned his head suddenly, and a very piercing light burst out of his eyes. "Where? Show me! ”

The craftsman had already spoken, swallowed a mouthful of spit, and went to the storeroom, where he took out a musket.

Most of these craftsmen started as jewelry makers, but in terms of appearance, they were no different from the musket that Timur had taken from the Ming army. Seeing this, Timur was overjoyed, turned his head and ordered: "What about the projectiles?" Go get it! ”

"Let Ben Sultan test it!"

(End of chapter)