The military and civilians in western Liaoning were in full swing, and Lu Hanqiang also began to attack Xinmin fiercely.
Squad after squad of spearmen, again with the slow sound of drums, drove to the moat, and as the squadron leader gave the order to shoot freely, the musketeers began to look for the enemy who dared to take the lead on the city, and as soon as they found the target, they immediately opened fire, so that the continuous gunfire rang out under the city, and almost every shot had a result, and the enemy in the city did not dare to poke his head out at all, and was suppressed there by the muskets.
"Elm spray, load shotguns, at those damn musketeers, hurry, shoot."
So the rudimentary elm wood was sprayed behind the female wall and loaded, and the gunners, protected by huge shields, hurriedly pushed between the battlements, and almost did not aim, and began to bombard the city.
With a loud explosion, iron sand and gravel like iron brooms swooped down on the city, sweeping away everything and life they encountered.
A cloud of iron sand swept across a spearmen's position, instantly striking a huge gap in the neat formation of a large group, screaming and stumps and severed arms everywhere.
At this time, the squadron leader standing on the side, without even wiping the blood of his brothers on his face, still held his command knife high, his eyes looked at the city wall, and issued his order in a slow voice: "Arrange the formation, the musketeers continue to shoot freely." ” Such a slow voice is specially trained, and such a voice can stabilize the soldier's mood and relieve the soldier's nervous mood.
In this slow order, the musketeers rearranged their formations, filled the gaps of the fallen brothers, continued to search for the enemy rising from the city walls, and then pulled their planes, and without looking at their own effects, continued to reload and search for targets.
A group of wounded soldiers was carried off the battlefield by the people, and then a group of spearmen in reserve, again lined up in a neat column with the monotonous sound of drums, drove to the battlefield again, and the muskets continued to roar on the battlefield.
The cannons on the head of the city were constantly roaring, bringing continuous damage to the musketeers under the city.
Tong Tulai, who was hiding behind the huge shield, was still satisfied with the results achieved by his half-hung gunners, so he kept urging the gunners to hurry up and load the cannons and launch an intensive bombardment of the enemy under the city. ” Elm spray this thing, simple to manufacture, in the Ming Dynasty almost every army must be equipped, but he has a fatal flaw, that is, three or two cannons will be scrapped, at the same time the requirements for the gunner is also very high, once the gunpowder is too much, there will be a situation of exploding, just when Tong Tulai observed his results, not far from him boomed, an elm wood spray chamber, broken wood chips and iron sand projectiles in the cannon chamber flew everywhere, that piece of the city was immediately swept away, screaming and wailing to the sky, Even Tong Tulai was hit by a fragment, but fortunately, the armor on his body was hard and did not hurt him.
Looking at the corpses of wounded soldiers all over the ground, Tong Tulai immediately ordered his own soldiers around him: "Hurry up and throw those wastes under the city, reload, and continue to bombard." ” Without saying a word, these Qing soldiers rushed to the Shura field, and those who were dead and those who were injured but not dead were directly lifted up and thrown outside the city, and then took knives and looked at the trembling gunners and roared again: "Hurry up, continue to load the cannons, continue to bombard, who dares not to step forward, it doesn't matter if you shoot and kill." ” Under the threat of the broadsword, the gunners had to replace it with a new elm spray to continue loading, but these people learned to do so, reduced the original amount of gunpowder by half, and then took the shield on their heads, pushed the elm spray to the edge of the battlement of the city wall again, and ignited it again at the sound of the crackling shield of the guns below, and then fled far away.
This cannon was almost ineffective, because the charge was too small, and it only kicked up a cloud of dust in front of the musketeer queue, which made Tong Tulai jump to his feet and scold: "Go, cut that cowardly bastard directly to pay respect." ” The two Qing soldiers rushed over directly, mentioned the timid gunner, and chopped his head directly on the city wall, and then shouted at the other gunners with blood-red eyes: "If anyone dares to cut corners, this is their fate." ” In fact, in Tong Tulai's hands, there are not only elm sprays, but also red-clothed cannons and tiger cannons, but that thing is too precious to be easily used.
In this Xinmin City, more than 100 years old houses can be seen everywhere, those elm beams are the best materials for elm spraying, scrapped, and the house is demolished and rebuilt.
At this time, the captain of the demolition team gave an order, every 500 meters, there were five carts full of explosives packs, with high oil-proof fire sheds, driven by two squads of 20 soldiers, began to follow the road that had been renovated in advance, and quickly leaned towards the tall city wall of Xinmin.
Standing on the city wall, when Tong Tulai saw the huge cart approaching the city wall, he immediately ordered his men: "Load the red-coated cannons, aim at those carts, and fire." ” The gunners in the city hurriedly began to load the cannons, as long as the loading was completed, they did not wait for the order of the officials, they lit the cannons one after another, with the uneven sound of the cannons, one after another solid projectiles whistling towards those carts, Tong Turai nervously stared at the projectiles visible to the naked eye and roared away, but unfortunately, these gunners usually lack training, the standard head is very poor, 20 red-clothed cannons, all empty, the 20 projectiles, just jumping in the open space outside the city, lost their effect.
"Reload again, aim for me, hit one, and I reward him with 20 taels of silver."
Under such a rich reward, the gunners of the red-coated cannons, risking being beaten into a sieve by the musketeers below, shouted the trumpet together, adjusted the target of the shot, and then lit the cannon. 20 projectiles flew out again, a lucky projectile crossed the sky, smashed directly on a cart, the cart that looked very strong was under the bombardment of this projectile weighing nearly ten pounds, and it was torn apart in an instant, the red-hot projectile ignited the explosive package, and in an instant, this piece of land was easily blown up into a sea of fire by the explosive package that was detonated, and the 20 soldiers of the cart were immediately blown to pieces, fortunately, these explosive packages were prepared for blasting, and they were not filled with lead and iron sand, otherwise, There will be no one standing in this area.
The power of such an explosion, even Tong Tulai, who was hiding behind the shield, felt a hot wind blowing in his face, and his heart was cold at that time, if he let such an explosive bag get close to the city wall, the wall of his own barrier would be wiped out in an instant. t1706231537: