Soon after, Henry Cavendish was taken prisoner by the neck of the war elephant and brought to the crowd.

Last night, in an unprecedentedly bad environment, this pampered gentleman could not fall asleep; That is, he fell asleep in a daze before dawn, so at this time he still looked confused.

But it doesn't matter, after the singer, who was quite irritable in his heart because of the failure of last night's fetch of water, was knocked to the ground by a big man.

Poor gentleman, he immediately came to his senses.

It's just that after he got up, he angrily accused Hu Biao of how these people were so barbaric, because when he ate roast horse meat last night, he still had a good impression of them in his heart.

Hu Biao was already pointing to the position at the bottom of the mountain, the large number of lobster soldiers who were lining up, and the artillery with the muzzle adjusted, asked in his mouth:

"Mr. Henry, you'd better tell me why they're like this, and what else are you hiding from us?"

Under such a sentence, Henry Cavendi could no longer care about dealing with Hu Biao and the others, and hurriedly got up from the ground and looked towards the position at the bottom of the mountain.

Then, the whole person fell into a state of dumbness.

Ten seconds later, Hu Biao just wanted to open his mouth to ask the last question, but after a loud cannon rang out at the bottom of the mountain, a cannonball greeted this side with a whistling shell.

Instantly, they landed on a hillside more than twenty meters away from them, and it exploded.

This cannon didn't hurt anyone, but the old birds of the team knew that this was not a test shot by the Yin artillery before a large-scale artillery bombardment.

Soon after, more shells were falling with more accurate drops.

I can't take care of Henry anymore, why is it useless.

Hu Biao shouted at the top of his voice for the first time: "Everyone pay attention, immediately hid in the cannon hole, without my order, even if the cannon sound stops, you can't come out."

Cover your ears, open your mouth, don't sit down, don't stick to the wall, just squat like.

When the cannon is fired, if someone dares to run around, it means that the artillery fire did not kill you, and after Lao Tzu came out, he would also march and cut them down. ”

made Hu Biao anxious, and shouted out such a lot of vulgar statements.

The main reason was that Yu Hong and others, who had little concept of modern warfare, would run out of the artillery hole and die after being frightened by the sound of artillery.

and being shocked to death, or deaf to the ear, etc.

After all, to be honest, Hu Biao didn't know how much impact this old-fashioned flowering bullet would have on everyone in the anti-artillery hole if he was hit at close range.

After shouting, Hu Biao planned to rush towards the nearest anti-artillery hole.

As a result, I saw that Mr. Henry, who was still standing there like a wooden stake, as if he were stupid.

After all, it was in the spirit of leaving the other party, maybe a little bit of use, and dragged him to start acting.

After finding a slightly larger anti-artillery hole, the two of them squatted down, and the whistling sound in the air became dense.

In the violent explosion, they could clearly feel the falling shells, and they were getting closer and closer to the top of the mountain.

Eventually, every now and then, a flowering bullet landed near the trench and exploded violently.

For a while, the people hiding in the anti-artillery holes were covered with falling mud and sand above their heads, choking gunpowder smoke and dust in front of them, and a loud explosion sounded in their ears.

Even if they know one thing clearly in their hearts:

In this year, the Yin Army still used black powder flowering shells, and the power was still quite limited, far less than the new artillery shells in the future.

Therefore, they have log support, and there are at least 50 cm thick anti-shell holes on them, so they don't have to worry about being blown up.

But I don't know for Mao, and I'm still a little panicked in my heart.

At the same time, I also inexplicably thought of the fact that the seniors who were hiding on Shangganling back then would bombard a hundred times more fiercely in the face of the soldiers.

And even more crazy bombing, how to hold on to it.

I don't know how long it took and how many shells I received; Maybe half an hour has passed, hundreds of shells, or even a little more.

Anyway, Hu Biao, one of them counts as one, and they all feel that after a long time.

Suddenly, the sound of the cannon finally stopped completely.

Hu Biao rushed out of the anti-artillery hole as soon as possible, and did not forget to shout: "Don't come out, wait for me to see the situation." ”

Then, Hu Biao lay on the somewhat warm trench, picked up the binoculars, and looked down the mountain in the dust and smoke that had not completely calmed down.

When I saw four directions, there was a company-sized lobster soldier who killed the fort in all directions.

It can be regarded as the artillery of the Yin Army, and they did not play the kind of short cease-fire, and after they appeared on the position, they shelled again, but really launched an attack.

For this reason, Hu Biao's mournful voice began to rise in Panlonggang: "Everyone, enter the position immediately......"

******

Chewing on a grass root in his mouth, he squinted at a group of lobster soldiers who were pouting their butts and struggling to climb up the hill.

The next second later, Lao Tie pulled the trigger on his fingertips.

After being shot in the thigh, the lobster soldier could no longer balance on the hillside, and rolled all the way down like a wooden stake.

Even so, Lao Tie still scolded a 'special' in his mouth.

Mainly compared to the high level of archery, he didn't dabble much in marksmanship, if he changed to a bow and arrow in hand, the target just now could be killed directly with an arrow.

Where is there still the possibility of being dragged back and rescued.

But then again, the musket doesn't have to be physically demanding.

With such a thought in his head, Lao Tie flicked the wheel, added some ignition powder to the fire door, and was ready to fire again.

By the way, he spit out the grass root that had been chewed up in his mouth, took out a new one from his pocket and threw it in.

No way! Because he hadn't drunk water for a long time, his mouth was too dry.

Although the juice in these grassroots, which I don't know what kind of grass it is, is really limited, and the taste is very bitter, but for the sake of the short, faint cooling sensation in the mouth, I can only keep stuffing it into the mouth.

Then, before Lao Tie could pull the trigger, a loud noise came from behind him.

I don't know who threw an explosive.

Without the slightest suspense, under the power of the sudden explosion of the five-kilogram explosive package, the morale of the lobster soldiers immediately collapsed.

The lobster soldiers who were the first to be bombed retreated in great panic.

At most, it was two or three seconds slower, and the lobster soldiers on the other three sides also retreated.

After a few minutes, the Yin army's shells fell in a dense manner.

The situation shown is similar to that in the past 'The Shame of Jingkang of the Great Song Dynasty', when they guarded the Cooking Cake Mountain, it was similar to the time when the Jin soldiers were fighting.

In short, relying on muskets, fortifications, and explosives packs, the second day of this mission was quite easy for them.

Except for a little more wounded in everyone, not a single one was killed in battle.

Unlike the mission of the Great Song Dynasty, not to mention the appearance of reinforcements in Yangcheng throughout the day, there was no movement of beating drums and cheering.

It's night! Looking at the situation of the Yin army under the mountain being surrounded to death.

And in the afternoon, after the vegetation on the hillside that was burned by a fire during the retreat of the Yin people, the bare appearance.

What's more, as long as they look up, they can see the brilliant stars in the sky, which represents bad news: there will be no rain tomorrow, and it will be a sunny day.

So even if Hu Biao took that little bit of water and moistened his throat for everyone.

On Panlonggang, the atmosphere is terrible, and there is no laughter like yesterday......

(End of chapter)