Chapter 18 Cleaning "Stand still and don't run away.
Where can you run to?
The Huai bandits are attacking.
No one will fall."
Yan Jiqian, a rebel soldier from Wanhu, was in a hurry.
He swung his machete and chopped down two soldiers who turned around and fled.
Then he held up the bloody blade and threatened.
"Fuck you, I didn't kill the Song Dynasty people back then."
A blue-eyed Dashi volunteer shouted loudly, protected his head with a shield, and rushed past him, refusing to stop at all.
"I haven't killed anyone either."
"I'm just a tenant" "My original surname was Li, but I changed my surname to Yan when I became a slave in your family."
"If you want to do it yourself, I won't do it anymore, I won't do it anymore."
All around, people kept shouting and running away.
The Huai'an army is protecting the King of Song.
After the King of Song captures Quanzhou, he will take revenge, and no one will be in good hands.
This is a consistent excuse used by the Pu family and its surrounding vassal families to threaten and boost morale.
Those villagers and young men who didn't know the truth listened to these excuses more and more, and gradually formed a common hatred with the family head.
However, in the face of constantly exploding grenades, these excuses suddenly became extremely pale and ridiculous.
Zhuang Ding and the young men soon discovered that their relationship with the Pu family, the Yan family, and the Tian family were just landlords and tenants, shopkeepers and clerks.
The hatred and karma caused by the other party's ancestors are none of his business.
Note 1 "Stop, get on top, anyone who dares to run away will be killed without mercy."
Yan Jiqian was speechless and had no choice but to lead his cronies and continue to kill to maintain the military formation.
A banker who ran past him couldn't dodge, so he cut him in half with a knife.
Another big food warrior hired with money tried his best to resist, but was attacked from behind by two dead men of the Yan family, and was quickly chopped to the ground.
Before they could stop the third deserter, the surrounding area was instantly empty.
All the escapees decisively took a detour, leaving Yan Jiqian and more than twenty of his close confidants on the battlefield.
"Stop, you can run away, but the monk can't run away from the temple.
Wait until I get back."
Yan Jiqian was furious and jumped to threaten.
The fleeing soldiers looked at him like a dead man, their eyes full of pity.
"My lord, hide now!"
A close confidant suddenly rushed over from behind, hugging him as he rolled in a pool of blood.
Before the two of them could get away, three more violent explosions sounded out, "Boom", "Boom" and "Boom".
Looking at Yan Jiqian and his close friend who died, they were blown to pieces by three pairs of grenades one after another, leaving them bloody and bloody.
He's already dead and can't die anymore "Boom", "Boom", "Boom" more grenades were thrown into the car formations, knocking down the few groups of those who fought to the death and fell to the ground one after another.
The defensive array composed of carriages and spears quickly collapsed.
The terrified soldiers dropped their weapons and shields and fled for their lives.
"Stop, don't run, get up, get up, whoever dares to run again will kill his whole family."
Third Elder Tian Dingke's eyes were red with anxiety, and he was waving a machete and slashing around in the crowd.
We must hold on, even if we consume all the Yan and Tian clan soldiers, we still have to fight for one or two more rounds.
Otherwise, if the support of the cyclone cannon is lost, the upper hand Wuna has finally gained will be regained by Chen Youding.
What awaits Pu Jiajun next is the end of the entire army being annihilated.
He was so anxious that he was smoking and fuming, but Zhuang Ding and the warriors hired to feast did not understand the overall situation.
Try to avoid him and his henchmen and run around.
The battle formation composed of carriages and spears could not stop the indiscriminate bombardment of grenades, and bows and arrows did not pose much threat to the galloping horses.
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If everyone didn't evacuate quickly, they would be reduced to pieces of meat now, and there would be no need to wait until the entire army was annihilated.
"Don't run, two legs can't run as well as four legs.
Only withstand this round can we all have a chance to survive."
Pu Shiren, the great elder, has a much smarter mind than Tian Dingke, and realizes that killing alone is no longer possible.
Hold your ground and adapt your strategy immediately.
"Don't run away, everyone can withstand this round.
We can only withstand the last round.
We have cyclone cannons."
Fifth Elder Pu Shijie also knew that the situation was not good.
He turned most of the cyclone cannons and smashed them directly in front of his position. .
"Boom", "Boom", "Boom" balls of orange fire, rising from the ground.
More than twenty-one steps directly in front of the position, lakes of fire burned out.
This is indeed a brilliant solution, taking full advantage of animals' natural fear of fire.
The next wave of Huai'an Army cavalry that rushed over were forced back by the heat wave before they could get close to Pu's army's position, and had to turn their horses' heads to avoid the flames.
The grenade that had already lit the fuse could only be thrown away across the lake of fire.
In vain, one ugly mud pit after another was left between the lake of fire and the carriage abandoned by the Pu family's defeated troops.
"Shoot again, shoot again, seal the left wing with fire."
Fifth Elder Pu Shijie succeeded with one move, and the panic in his heart immediately turned into ecstasy.
Waving his arms, he called on the cyclone gunners to keep up the good work.
More Greek fire bombs were thrown by the cyclone cannon on the left wing of his own military formation, quickly connecting the lake of fire in front of their own military formation into a scorching wall of fire.
Fu Youde's attack was blocked again, and he had to pull the cavalry away again, adjust the formation, and look for opportunities.
The great elder Pu Shiren took advantage of this short opportunity to lead several lecturers and a large group of fanatical believers of the true god to block the deserters in his own team and massacre them.
"Don't run, two legs can't run as well as four.
Only by withstanding this round can we all have a chance to survive."
"Those who run away will be severely punished by the true God and their whole family will be thrown into hell."
"The true God is watching you in the sky, and what you do will verify your loyalty."
"Death, deserter, die"
"kill" Under the dual threats of bloody massacre and hell, the escapees had to slow down temporarily.
However, before Pu Shiren had time to be happy, his confidant, Semu Qianhu Tomsi Ding, who had taken the lead in plundering the Lin family village, pulled him suddenly, his face as white as death, "My lord, my lord, over there, Huai'an Army, the Huai'an Army's infantry are coming to kill them."
"Ah" the great elder Pu Shiren turned his head in panic, his face instantly turned pale and gray.
Tom Siding observed carefully.
While they were hurriedly fighting against the Huai'an Army's cavalry, more than 5,000 Huai'an Army infantry on the right side of the official road had slowly advanced a large distance.
The distance between the two parties was shortened to two hundred steps, and they continued to push forward slowly.
Like a moving wall of steel.
Directly in front of the high wall, there are more than thirty four-pound cannons.
Each gun is mounted on an all-iron gun carriage and is pushed forward by four strong men.
Following on both sides of the gun carriage were a gunner, two school gunners, two loaders and a shooter.
While advancing, they kept using their eyes to judge the distance between the two sides.
"Cyclone Cannon, Cyclone Cannon, hurry up and bring the Cyclone Cannon over.
Their team is too dense.
Boom, boom, boom, blast them to death."
Third Elder Tian Dingke's face turned pale, and he stuttered about his idea.
"Set arrows, shoot arrows to stop them, intercept them."
The great elder Pu Shiren also lost his due calmness and shouted loudly after Tian Dingke.
Two hundred steps is twice as long as the effective range of a feather arrow.
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But it should definitely be within the range of the cyclone cannon.
The Greek cupping cans can definitely deliver a fatal blow to the Huai'an army arranged in three horizontal formations.
But the premise of all this is that the cyclone cannon is prepared in advance.
Previously, the Pu family's tornado cannons were either unleashing their power on the Chen family's army, or were diverted to set fire to their own left wing.
Now if they want to make adjustments, there is no time.
The steel city wall that was slowly moving forward suddenly stopped one hundred and fifty steps away from Pu Shiren's elder flag.
Immediately, a long horn sounded from behind the Great Steel Wall, like the first cry of a young dragon rising into the abyss.
"Wooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooot, yeah...
The four strong men responsible for pushing the gun truck rushed to the back half of the gun truck, pushed down the tail of the gun with all their strength, and smashed the anchor at the rear and lower part of the gun truck into the mud.
The two school gunners squatted and stood up, quickly shaking the hand wheel under the barrel.
The gunner with a red helmet on his head squinted one eye, with his right arm stretched out directly in front of his right eye, his thumb raised, and at the same time he announced a series of strange numbers, "Two hundred and four ahead. , three and a half squares up, five and a half squares from the right, the No. 1 gun will be calibrated immediately, and report to me when it is in place."
"Two hundred and four ahead, move up three and a half squares.
Five squares from the right, No. 2 cannon will be calibrated immediately.
Report when in place."
"Two hundred and thirty-five ahead" goes up three squares and three quarters, and five squares and one quarter from the right."
"front" The clear and monotonous sound was repeated in front of each cannon.
All gunners who have been specially trained by the Jiangwu Hall report the firing parameters of their respective artillery guns in accordance with the artillery drill of the Huai'an Army.
After more than two years of rest, the Huai'an Army has improved not only its muskets, battleships and artillery, but also the quality of its grassroots officers and soldiers has also been greatly improved.
In particular, the two Guards Brigades and the Independent Artillery Brigade, which have the largest number of students from the Martial Arts Hall, are simply reborn compared to the past.
In Zhu Chongjiu's private evaluation, they are the army he wants.
We have not only weapons from different eras, but also people from different eras, and armies with bones and souls from different eras.
Although, their first dragon roar today still seemed extremely immature.
The young dragon's first call didn't seem very loud in the noisy battlefield.
But the methodical behavior of the young people made the elders and lecturers of the Pu family shudder.
This was not the opponent they expected.
In their expectations, the Huai'an Army had already been estimated to be very powerful.
But no matter how powerful the soldiers and horses are, their performance should not fall behind everyone's expectations.
It's nothing more than scrambling to be the first when charging and orderly when retreating.
But today, what they saw was a completely different style.
Not only could they not find any reference in their past memories, they couldn't even imagine it.
Those Huai'an teenagers were all surprisingly calm and attentive.
They didn't seem to see Pu's army at all, which was just a hundred and fifty years away.
He didn't see at all the eagle feathers that shot towards him in a panic.
Although one hundred and fifty steps, it has exceeded the effective range of the feather arrow.
But, how could they guarantee that none of the arrows happened to catch up with the wind?
How could they guarantee that the Pu family army would not suddenly launch a charge?
"Tornado cannon, whirlwind cannon.
The third son of the Pu family, hurry up and set it on fire."
He didn't understand what the other party was doing.
Tian Dingke, the third elder of the Pu family, instinctively anticipated the impending disaster.
He squatted down, stamped his feet and cried.
"Tornado cannon, hurry up, hurry up, push, push over, wind up, wind up."
Fifth Elder Pu Shijie, who was also nervous and with sweat all over his face, stammered and repeated.
"Let's push together, let's push together, don't stand, don't stand stupidly" Tian Dingke wiped the sweat and tears from his face, bent down and rushed towards the artillery cart closest to him.
"Lecturers and followers of the true God, the time has come for you to be tested."
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"Together, together" Fifth Elder Pu Shijie repeated stiffly.
Then he stuck his butt out and pushed the cyclone cannon closest to him.
The wooden gun carriage turned around with difficulty under the push of him and two other fanatic believers.
The cannon bag that has been fired is pulled back again, and the wooden wheel on the left side of the cannon body is quickly tightened, driving the winch to slowly accumulate force.
"Everyone, come together.
The true God is watching us."
The fanatic believers in the team gritted their teeth and suppressed the fear in their hearts, and ran to help move the cyclone cannon truck one after another.
No one was sure whether they could use the cyclone cannon to fight against the Huai'an Army's artillery.
But at least, we can create another wall of fire with the right wing of the officialdom.
In that case, the Huai'an Army's gunners may be disturbed, and they themselves can choose to move forward or backward.
"Hurry up, hurry up, hurry up," several lecturers shouted loudly from the side.
At the same time, they kept standing on tiptoes to watch the movements of the Huai'an army.
For the first time, everyone felt that the preparation time for the cyclone cannon, which is usually known for its convenience, was so long.
The Huai'an Army's four-pound cannon has quickly begun counting.
"No. 1 is afraid of adjusting the position" "No. 2 gun adjusts the position" "No. 3 gun" "No. 4"
"No. 1 gun, fire!"
Huang Su, the gunner of the No. 1 gun, waved his arm decisively and shouted loudly.
He is the grandson of Huang Laowai, the director of the Huaiyang Industrial Bureau, and he just graduated from the Artillery Department of Jiangwu Hall this summer.
Having always been influenced by his grandfather, he regretted that his father had to stay in the workshop as a foreman because he had no talent.
As for his uncle, who became famous because of his accurate handling of artillery, he is regarded as his idol in life.
Today, it was finally his turn to wash away the shame of his father.
How could he be willing to give up the glory of the first shot to others?
"Boom" was right in his expectant eyes.
The muzzle of the No. 1 four-pound curved bore gun spewed out thick milky smoke.
A blooming bullet covered with soft lead on the surface was produced by the detonation of granular propellant.
Pushed by the gas, it soared into the air at high speed.
The hot surface of the cannonball directly evaporates the moisture in the air, leaving an elegant white tail trail behind it.
The high-speed rotating projectile jumped from mid-air before the smoke from the muzzle was blown away by the wind, and slammed into the pile of Greek cupping pots next to Pu Shijie, "Boom" "Rumble" a mushroom-shaped black cloud rose into the sky.
Bright white flames billowed in the clouds.
Under the dark clouds, dozens of Greek fire pots, two cyclone cannons, and the people within ten steps of the cyclone cannons were all missing: