Da Ming Tai Shi

Chapter 468 Breaking the city, just today

The Battle of Mathura was the first time that artillery was used on the battlefield, and it was also the first time that infantry and artillery coordinated tactics appeared on the stage of military history.

Daming tasted the sweetness, and the Delhi Sultanate became the sufferer.

The fall of Mathura in just two days was beyond the expectations of the Delhi Sultanate, so before the defenders of Sigar even reacted, they were completely surrounded by Ming.

Until the moment before being surrounded, Siegel's defender thought that Mathura would be able to block Daming for at least a month!

This also means that Siegel doesn't even know why Mathura fell so quickly.

Now it was the turn of Sigar's Sultans to taste the cannon.

"General Zhu, let's fire."

Song Sheng, who had tasted the sweetness, began to urge Zhu Yu to bombard Sigel, but the latter made a bitter face.

"Shuai Song, the ammunition belt is missing."

"What?"

"Before we came, each gun only brought two base numbers of shells. Our base number is ten rounds, so the two base numbers only have [-] shells. When we fought Mathura, we fired eighteen rounds. Now, each There are only two shells left in the gun."

Song Sheng was furious in a hurry: "Why didn't you bring some more before you came?"

Song Sheng, who had already tasted the sweetness of the cannon, no longer missed the traditional siege warfare at all, and now he likes the thrill of firing the cannon and blasting his mother.

"The use of the cannon was a sudden order from the king a few months ago." Zhu Yu explained the reason: "I didn't think about it at the end of last year, so this year's military budget did not include this item at all, and the military factory also There is no quest to produce shells.

The shells of these two bases are still in stock, but don’t worry Song Shuai. When the king ordered the end of the expedition, he had already allocated an emergency military expenditure of 300 million from the finance to the Firearms Bureau, and the production began to work overtime. Counting the days, it has been nearly two months since I left Guangzhou Bay at the end of the day, and in another month, the logistics will definitely arrive. "

Upon hearing that there was still a month to wait, Song Sheng scratched his head and gritted his teeth looking at Sigel who was close at hand in the distance.

"Two rounds are two rounds. If only the city wall is smashed, can two rounds smash a city wall?"

Zhu Yu said without thinking: "That's too easy, you don't need two rounds, one round is enough."

There are a total of [-] cannons, let alone Siegel, even the Nanjing City Wall can't hold a round.

"Break a gap for me to come out and fight hand-to-hand!"

Song Sheng became ruthless: "We must pull out all the nails outside the city of Derry before the enemy's reinforcements arrive."

"to make!"

The coach is Song Sheng. Since Song Sheng has made up his mind to fight, Zhu Yu will not delay and start commanding after leaving the coach.

He divided the [-] cannons into ten rounds, and aimed at a point on the city wall.

After ten rounds of bombardment, the city wall collapsed, and a gap more than 20 feet wide was smashed out.

According to the old rules, the slave army rushed to the front line.

There is no doubt that hand-to-hand combat is cruel and even more difficult.

The Kunlun slaves seem to run fast, but their fighting will is really not good. When they are unarmed, they rely on their strength to bully and bully ordinary people. When it comes to the battlefield where they are desperate, this group of black slave soldiers will start to fight. He screamed in fright.

But fortunately, their enemy, the Sudanese army composed of Indian natives, was almost gone. In addition, they were frightened by the shells, and the chickens were pecking at each other.

Seeing this scene, the three of Song Sheng shook their heads.

"During our Northern Expedition, if the Mongols had this kind of combat power, I would be able to pacify the entire Mobei Prairie with [-] horsemen."

Song Sheng cursed: "Damn it, so many brothers won't die."

As a veteran who fought from the first Northern Expedition to the Eighth Northern Expedition, Song Sheng had fought tough battles in his more than forty years of military career.

Even if he stopped participating in the Northern Expedition and was transferred to Shaanxi and Gansu to serve as the commander-in-chief, Song Sheng's opponents were also the Kansai Seven Guards and the Wala people, and none of them were easy to fight.

"Okay, don't delay, Ming Jin, let this group of slaves withdraw."

The black slave army withdrew, and before the Sudanese army had time to rejoice that they had defended the city, they ushered in a group of more ferocious enemies again.

Ming army!

The [-] people had already eaten and drank enough, and the Ming army, which had been recuperating for a long time, marched vigorously, lined up a neat army formation and charged towards Siegel.

The panicked Sudanese army blocked the gap under the command of the general, intending to resist this wave of attack.

result.

The deafening gunfire sounded again!
The infantry cooperates with the infantry, and the infantry has launched a charge. Can there be no artillery?

In the attack just now, Zhu Yu's artillerymen only fired one round of cannonballs, and they still held [-] rounds of shells in their hands, which was just in time.

Taking advantage of the fact that almost all the Sudanese army was crowded at the gap, hundreds of shells poured down, before the infantry of the Ming army charged, smashing the Sudanese army blocking the gap with heavy casualties.

Before crawling out from the pile of scattered corpses and regrouping, the group of Sudanese troops waited for the shining horizontal sword of the Ming army.

In terms of combat capability and fighting will, how could the Sudanese army be an opponent of the Ming army, not to mention the fact that they were beaten by the Ming army as soon as they came into contact with them after two rounds of bombardment and a round of physical decline with the black slave army. Festival defeat.

The gap in the city defense was getting bigger and bigger.

If it weren't for the supervising team in the Sudanese army, the entire army would have collapsed in at most two hours.

As the sun began to set in the west, Song Sheng ordered the ringing of gold.

"It seems that we can't attack today, let's fight again tomorrow."

"Song Shuai, give the last general another hour, and the last general will definitely capture this city."

Duan Jie was anxious, the delay in breaking the city made the general feel ashamed, he begged to fight: "Just one hour, give the last general another hour."

"alright."

Song Sheng couldn't bear to dampen the passion of his favorite general, so he agreed to Duan Jie's challenge.

The latter was overjoyed, and his horse rushed out of the army formation and began to boost morale.

"My sons and daughters, since the founding of the Ming Dynasty, I have never lost a single battle. The Mongols, Tatars, and Oirats have all become our dead souls.

Today, we even have artillery to help us, but here we are stopped by a group of barbarians like monkeys. This is our shame! "

"Tell General Ben what we should do."

"Wash shame with blood!"

"That's right, shame can only be washed away with blood, and whose blood is of course the enemy's." Duan Jie pointed at Sigel with his sword, and shouted: "Is it possible to capture this city within an hour?" !"

"can!"

"The Ming army is mighty!"

"The general is mighty!"

Amidst loud shouts, the Ming army once again sent four guards and [-] people into the battlefield. This time, their attacks were more fierce and their slashing and killing were more daring.

The Sudanese army gradually became overwhelmed.

The balance of victory began to favor Daming.

Break the city, just today!
(End of this chapter)