Hundreds of households in Liaodong, covering the light with one hand

Chapter 123 A soldier’s priority is to attack the heart
  Not long after, Xiong Tingbi, who was wearing armor, led all the generals and guards to the city tower. For just a moment, the scene of mountains of corpses and seas of blood below the city still made this war-experienced manager feel a surge of emotion in his chest. A feeling of sadness arose.

The corpses of the two armies spread from the foundation of Ningyuan City directly to the banks of Xiaoling River. Blood flowed in irregular directions, and vultures feasted on Han bones. The white bones of Yingye and the scorched earth form a true portrayal of this lonely city.

"Sir, Jianzhou is ready to attack." Mangui stepped forward and pointed into the distance.

Everyone looked up,

After the cannon fired several times, it was slowly pulled back into the formation.

Not far away, there were the Eight Banners infantry who had begun to march towards the city tower. Further ahead were some Han slaves in ragged clothes with skin and bones that looked like withered bones. After being squeezed out of the last trace of flesh and blood, thousands of Han people were driven away and shot with long spears. Pushed against, forced by the bow cluster, he set off towards Ningyuan City.

In any case, their fate was doomed. They were either stabbed to death by the Eight Banners soldiers with spears, shot to death by the defenders with crossbows, or stoned to death. Almost no Han slaves could leave this battlefield made of flesh and blood alive.

On the city tower, everyone could already feel the evil spirit and hostility that filled the sky.

Someone is going to die here! Why can't the living thing be mine?

kill! ! !

When they were still two miles away from the city, General Houjin had already issued an order to attack the city.

Almost all the Han slaves subconsciously started running, holding wooden sticks, branches, broken bowls, and stones, and were driven towards Ningyuan City. Some Han slaves carried ladders and logs on their backs, climbed the city on ladders, and hit the city gate. .

The soldiers of the Eight Banners also drew their long swords, held shields and armor, climbed up the ladder, and attacked Ningyuan City, the last stronghold of the Ming army outside the Pass.

At the same time, arrows rained from the sky along with Hou Jin's offensive.

Swish! ! ! !

The fighting stopped for less than half a day before it suddenly broke out again.

Under the protection of Yuan Chonghuan, Xiong Tingbi retreated to the drum tower in the rear.

"Raise your shield!!!" The moment the Eight Banners soldiers rained down arrows from the sky, Man Gui had already reacted, turned around and roared at the officers and soldiers of the garrison behind him: "All shield soldiers, step forward!!!"

"Archers!!! Where are the damn archers! All the archers come forward and suppress the enemy's cavalry!" Mangui commanded at the battlefield. The garrison battalion, the shield battalion, the archer battalion, and the firearms battalion were all under his command.

But the shield could only block for a while, and the Ming Dynasty's archers had to step forward and bend their bows to fire volleys to suppress the cavalry. Otherwise, in just half a stick of incense, the Eight Banners soldiers would be able to take the opportunity to climb to the top of the city and step forward to fight with them. The Ming army fought hand-to-hand.

Suddenly, arrows rained down from the sky, and blood flowed from the top of Ningyuan City to the ground, and there were screams.

Upon contact, there were many casualties.

The cavalry's bows and horses filled the sky, and at the same time, the soldiers attacked the city on ladders. The coordination from top to bottom has always been an important support for the Eight Banners soldiers to attack the city and plunder the formation.

Among them, archers and horses are the core points of the Eight Banners cavalry archers. They fire thousands of arrows and cover the sky. They can directly suppress the Ming army defending the city and cannot raise their heads. Under the attack of the Eight Banners soldiers' arrow rain, there are generally only two results. , one of the defenders died under a cloud of arrows in the sky, and when the other defender turned around, the Eight Banners soldiers had already climbed up, holding long swords and slashing at the crenellations of the tower.

Therefore, whoever can suppress the archers of the Eight Banners Soldiers will gain a glimmer of hope in the battle to defend the city.

Artillery is obviously a powerful weapon against cavalry. On the other side, the cast-iron barrels creaked and slowly rose, and Zhao Lijiao had already begun to send people to turn the direction of the five French cannons.

"Bitch! Raise the muzzle ten inches!!! Send those cavalry back to the damn Blackwater River to feed the fish and shrimp!" Zhao Shujiao yelled and asked his gunners to adjust the height of the barrel.

The improved French cannon, combined with the advantages of the mother-and-child cannon, can exchange shells at an extremely fast speed. At the same time, the thickness and length of the iron-cast gun barrel are increased, which greatly reduces the probability of the chamber exploding, allowing the five cannons to defend Several important roles were played in the process.

Under the cover of the shield soldiers, the gunner finally adjusted his position just before the ladder was set up at the head of Ningyuan City.

"Trigger the fire!!!" Zhao Shujiao shouted sharply.

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  The fuse began to burn rapidly the moment the fire flickered, and then went deep into the barrel.

The sparks jumped and ignited the pinch of black gunpowder in the gunpowder tank.

There was a muffled sound, followed by the violent shaking of the barrel, and then a white light suddenly appeared.

Boom boom boom! ! After five loud noises, black cannonballs shot out from the barrel and headed towards the majestic cavalry in the distance.

In the eyes of Mang Gurtai, who was watching the battle from a distance, five white lights suddenly appeared, and then the cavalry camp exploded. There were countless dead and wounded, neighing, trampled, and retreating.

For a moment, the ground trembled, smoke and dust flew everywhere. The soldiers and a few cavalry who could not escape were hit by the fragments of the artillery shells. The horses neighed in fear and stood up. The cavalry were injured and trampled by countless people.

When the white light from the muzzle explodes, the entire cavalry team will fall into panic and panic, and many people will retreat. Whether they are sitting down on their horses or cavalry, they will all have lingering fears after experiencing several artillery bombardments.

Mang Gurtai held the reins tightly and hid the fear in his eyes.

No matter how many times we have experienced this kind of scene, no matter what kind of heroic figure we are, human beings will always feel a deep sense of powerlessness in the face of such a magical weapon. After all, Huang Taiji attached great importance to the Ming Dynasty's firearms and even wrote to form a firearms battalion, hoping to directly send people to build artillery.
  "Mao Wenlong! The five artillery pieces on Ningyuan City have more than a slight advantage compared to the artillery pieces on your Pi Island." Mang Gurtai put down his telescope, took a deep breath, and looked at Mao Wenlong. : "To capture Ningyuan City in a short time, do you have any good ideas?"

At this moment, Mao Wenlong looked at the anxious war in the distance with a conflicted expression. People were dying anytime, anywhere, and he slowly said: "Ningyuan City is an important town in Liaodong. Both Xiong Tingbi and Wang Huazhen paid great attention to the construction of firearms. , this result is not unexpected.”

"This king wants to hear the solution, not the explanation of the cause!" Mang Gurtai was obviously impatient. He pulled the reins and said sternly: "As a Han, you should know where the Han people's weaknesses are!"

"People's hearts are mixed, who doesn't want to live?" Mao Wenlong's eyes moved slightly, and he said expressionlessly: "Besiege the city without attacking, so as to cut off his thoughts, recruit his generals, disrupt his will, alienate his people, and take away his will!"

"Huh?" Mang Gurtai raised his eyebrows, surrounded him without attacking, surrendered his generals, alienated his people?

Whether it can work or not is one thing, but it’s worth a try!
  One: Sometimes, besieging a city without attacking it is the most effective way to grind people's minds.

No one knows when hell will suddenly come.

Second: Xiong Tingbi was the master of the Southern Dynasties. His life was precious, and he was willing to live a lifetime of glory? There are many generals under his command, do they all have the courage to face death?

Third: Do all the Han people in the Southern Dynasties really want to stick to it?

Mang Gurtai looked at Ningyuan City under the hazy night with a sneer in his eyes.

Absolutely not!
  (End of this chapter)