Da Ming Tai Shi

Chapter 470 Catapults Are Better Than Cannons

The birth of Blackwater Security Company is just a coincidence of history, but the decisive battle in Delhi is a historical inevitability.

With the arrival of logistical supplies, Song Sheng didn't waste any time and mobilized heavy troops to go to Delhi.

At this moment, the Delhi Sultanate also received the support of their eldest brother Timur Khanate: a reinforcement army of about 10 people.

"The Timur Khanate?"

Outside the city of Derry, Song Sheng observed through the binoculars and frowned when he saw the trenches dug by the enemy outside the city.

Only two battles have been fought since the advent of artillery, and the enemy has already found a way to deal with artillery?
The process of war is indeed a process of mutual progress and mutual checks and balances.

You can't always expect your enemies to be fools.

Zhu Yu was standing beside Song Sheng, holding up his binoculars to observe at the moment, and said in response, "Does Shuai Song know anything about this enemy?"

"I heard that when Genghis Khan left four major khanates, two of them were destroyed by this Timur khanate. It's very powerful."

Zhu Yu nodded: "The last general has also heard that there is a heavy armor cavalry in their country that is very powerful, and the people in the grassland can't beat the light cavalry."

"No matter how powerful the cavalry is, we won't need it now." Song Sheng raised his hand and pointed in front of him, and said with a sneer, "They dug so many trenches to defend against our cannons, and they have brought us trouble. But do their cavalry expect to run?"

Trenches are obstacles in the process of artillery advancement, but correspondingly, they are not friendly to cavalry groups.

No one should expect to be able to run.

Zhu Yu nodded: "Yes, this is a typical tactic of killing one thousand enemies and self-defeating eight hundred, but the general estimates that it is impossible for the Timur Khanate to take their lifeblood, that is, the called Mamluk cavalry sent to India, the [-] reinforcements, like Pushun’s slave army, are just slaves and cannon fodder sent by the Timur Khanate.”

The two were observing and discussing. While chatting, Duan Jie hurried over.

"Song Shuai, it's nearly [-] miles away from Derry, and it's full of trenches dug by the enemy. Apart from trenches, there are also caves and docks."

"The defense is quite tight."

Song Sheng snorted coldly: "They think they can stop our army in this way, it's a fool's dream."

"Wubao is easy to pull out." Zhu Yu said after looking at it, "But if we can't fill these trenches, our artillery won't be able to go up."

"These docks, caves, and trenches are connected together. The enemy can not only defend against our army's artillery, but also prevent our army from filling up the trenches. This battle is not easy to fight."

"No matter how difficult a bone is to crack, you have to crack it."

Song Sheng looked at Duan Jie and ordered, "Let Pushun's slave army prepare and test the water first."

The latter nodded, turned and left.

Zhu Yu also said: "The last general will first pull out these nearby docks."

Everyone has a clear division of labor, and the war is imminent.

Zhu Yu's artillery was the first to launch the attack. Under the precise bombardment, more than a dozen docks on the Sudanese army's first line of defense were quickly demolished.

The greatly encouraged black slave army screamed and screamed, and then charged towards the first trench defense line of the Sudanese army under the command of the Ming army officer in the army.

During the charge of the black slave army, Zhu Yu kept observing the Sudanese army's defense line with binoculars, but found nothing. It seemed that the enemy camp in front of him was just a blank line of defense.

Adhering to the attitude of making three shots, Zhu Yu still ordered two rounds of bombardment towards the Sudanese army's defense line, providing fire cover for the black slave army's smooth advance to the enemy's defense line.

The advance speed of the black slave army was very fast, and they approached it in a short time. As a result, a large number of enemies appeared in the defense line that seemed to be empty before.

The hand-to-hand combat started instantly.

"There are caves for hiding soldiers in the trenches."

"The black slave army's will to fight is weak, and I'm afraid they will be beaten back soon."

Song Sheng's guess is correct, just like what Duan Jie said before, apart from running faster than ordinary people, this group of black slaves are in a mess when fighting, and they can still fight with the wind, even if the balance of power is often quickly defeated. repel.

Duan Jie walked to Song Sheng's side and asked for instructions: "Why don't we replace them?"

"This is just the beginning." The latter shook his head: "Let this group of cannon fodder try again, if it doesn't work, Ming Jin."

Duan Jie nodded unwillingly, and there was really no better way at the moment, he couldn't expect these cannon fodder to suddenly invite God to kill everyone.

Just like that, after an hour, the black slave army lived up to everyone's expectations and began to show signs of retreat, and Song Sheng also followed the trend and ordered to call for gold.

The first day of the war ended with the defeat of the Ming army.

Duan Jie, who failed to make any progress, returned to the barracks in a sullen mood, cursing while stepping forward.

"Trash, those Kunlun slaves are all trash."

"Old Duan, there is no smooth sailing in war."

Zhu Yu reassured: "If it's all up to the call, then what do we generals do?"

Song Sheng hummed, then frowned and stared at the sand table.

The progress of the army is not good. It is impossible for him as the coach to say that he is not uncomfortable, but no matter how uncomfortable he is, he can't show it like Duan Jie.

"Zhu Yu."

"Shuai Song?"

Song Sheng frowned and asked, "Is there anything you can do?"

Hearing this, Zhu Yu smiled wryly: "Shuai Song, the shells can't penetrate the ground. The enemy hides in the hole like a mouse. My artillery can't hit them."

"You have to find a way, and there must be a way."

Song Sheng sucked his teeth and suddenly had an idea.

"Build a Catapult!"

"Catapult?"

Duan Jie and Zhu Yu looked at each other suspiciously.

Even shells can't hurt the enemy in the cave, can it be done with a catapult?

"Use catapults to hurl kerosene and hay to choke enemies out of holes."

Song Sheng expressed his thoughts and was excited about it: "As long as the enemy crawls out of the dog hole, Zhu Yu, your artillery will give me a hard bombardment."

Hearing such an idea, Zhu Yu also became excited, and said in a jest: "Nowadays it's June, and the enemy's cat is in the dog hole, even if it is not choked to death by the fire smoke, it will be roasted to death by the heat wave, this method will work. "

"Then shall we agree?"

The three exchanged their opinions and then nodded.

After having an idea, the Ming army quickly started to act, cutting wood overnight to build catapults, and at the same time urged the rear to start raising kerosene and hay to send to the barracks.

During this period, Song Sheng still insisted on probing and attacking for an hour every day. Although there were no results, the battle situation remained stalemate in the current form.

For ten days.

Everything, all ready.

"The time has come."

Song Sheng grinned and looked up at the scorching sun above his head.

"Burn them!"

(End of this chapter)