I am Emperor Wanli

Chapter 858 The yellow one is not gunpowder but explosives

Arrows whizzed through the air, aiming at the six engineers.

The engineers moved in a serpentine pattern, running very fast. In addition, it was very dark at night, and their figures were looming in the dark, making it difficult to catch them. The arrows flying from the city wall all missed.

Some of the defenders brought in muskets.

This thing is very precious. The Toungoo Mang family used to have quite a few of them. But in the past two years, foreign aid has been cut off, and even pig iron and coal are in short supply. If a broken matchlock gun they bought before means one less.

The Tusi City of Longchuan was only given less than twenty or thirty swords, which were all locked in the south gate tower and treated as treasures.

By the time the defenders carried out their muskets and had not yet set them up, six engineers had already turned around and rushed into the bunker a hundred meters away.

Wearing Type 61 helmets, they crawled into a closed shelter made of thick wooden boards and mud, squatted on the ground, held their heads with their hands to cover their ears, with their chests and backs not leaning against the wall, their bodies bent, and their mouths slightly open.

This is the standard posture of engineers before blasting.

In Longchuan Tusi City, with the section of the city wall to the right of the south gate as its center, the noise gradually spread, and the entire city was waking up from its drowsy silence.

The section of the city wall to the right of the South Gate was particularly lively. The defending soldiers who first discovered the engineers were reporting to their superiors with drooling eyes.

How diligently he worked, keeping his eyes wide open for most of the night, not daring to miss any clues outside the city, and finally he saw the shadow of the enemy, and then gave the alarm and scared them away.
Finally, he concluded to his superiors in a self-righteous manner that if it were not for my diligence and vigilance, the enemy might have sneaked up the city wall at night.

The commander of the garrison did not comment. He just leaned against the wall and looked at the dark wilderness outside.

Suddenly, he found that the city outside was dead silent, so quiet that it made him feel terrified. The insect chirping sound he had heard just now suddenly disappeared.

It was as if the Longchuan Tusi City under his feet was separated from the wilderness outside.

Suddenly, the commander of the garrison felt that the city wall beneath his feet was arching up, and he was pushed up as if he was stepping on the tips of sprouting bamboo shoots.

Before he could react, he felt his body flying into the air, with dozens of his comrades beside him, and then a huge noise surrounded him.

With a loud "bang", the earth was shaking, the entire Gaoligong Mountain was shaking, and the Longchuan Tusi City was swallowed up by the huge noise.

In the darkness of the night, a ball of fire was seen flashing under the city wall, and then braziers and lanterns rose into the air. In their dim flickering light, countless defenders, their limbs, and rubble were seen flying in the air, heading straight for the starry sky.

Marin, who was hiding more than 200 meters away from the explosion point, had a pale face. He squatted in the bunker with his head in his hands, terrified.

Who would have thought that blasting a city wall would be so powerful?
Is this more than a hundred kilograms of gunpowder?

An Jiangchen, who was guarding near the South Gate in the distance, asked this question for him.

"Is this more than 100 kilograms of gunpowder? I'm not well educated, so don't lie to me!"

Gao Guochun patted his shoulder and said, "I told you that the new blasting packages are filled with yellow dynamite, not black powder."

Li Hualong, who usually keeps a straight face, was also stunned. "The yellow dynamite that replaced the black powder is so powerful. Even the gunpowder is different in the new era?"

After reaching the apex, the gravel, soil, and body parts all fell down, landing on the ground with a "pa" sound.

At this time, the Ming army had an idea and prepared to attack.

"Captain Gao, we stuffed two explosives in there. Did they explode?"

Li Hualong suddenly asked.

Gao Guochun turned his head and looked at him and said, "With the current blasting technology, it is impossible to detonate two places at the same time, there will be a delay, so in order to achieve the maximum effect, ten gunpowder bags were stuffed into the left culvert, and the fuse was deliberately shortened. Six gunpowder bags were stuffed into the right culvert, and the fuse was longer.

So the left culvert would have detonated four to five seconds earlier. But its power was so great that we couldn't see any movement in the dark, so we thought there was only one detonation.

But if you listen carefully, there is another sound a few seconds after the first loud noise."

"What good is this?"

"The wall that can be blown down is a little longer. You need to ask those experienced demolition engineers how to do it."

After that, he turned to his adjutant and said, "Fire the signal flare, and each platoon will take up their positions."

"Yes!"

Gao Guochun's arrangement was for Ma Lin to lead the elite vanguard platoon, carrying fifty Type 05 rifles, six Type 60 short-barreled cannons, and enough grenades, and then deploy a demolition squad, carrying the remaining few packs of explosives, rushing in through the blasted gap and attacking the chieftain's residence directly.

At the same time, they waited for an opportunity to eliminate the defenders' manpower on the road and further crush their fighting spirit.

An Jiangchen led the first row and the firepower platoon as well as the reconnaissance squad, guard squad, and engineering squad, equipped with ten 60mm short-barreled cannons and thirty revolvers, to guard the south gate and the gap.

Gao Guochun predicted that the defenders would eventually escape from the south gate.

In the defenders' subconscious, the imperial soldiers were coming from the north, and the South Gate was close to Bagan, making it the best way to escape. In panic, most of them would react subconsciously.

The second row, armed with five 60mm cannons and ten revolvers, guarded the north gate.

The third row carried five short-barreled cannons and ten revolvers as a reserve.

After five or six minutes, all the fallen rocks and dust had settled. A bugler from the elite platoon, which had entered the 100-meter bunker when the flare was raised, stood up and blew the bugle.

Beep beep da da da!

Marin, holding a Type 05 rifle, a revolver on his waist, and a machete on his back, rushed out of the bunker first.

"Brothers, rush with me!"

More than sixty people quickly rushed across a distance of one hundred meters and rushed into a gap full of rubble.

We couldn't see how long the gap was in the dark, but more than 60 of us rushed in side by side and it wasn't crowded at all.

It was very quiet on both sides of the gap, only faint groans and screams could be heard.

Ma Lin led the elite platoon into the gap like a whirlwind, bypassed the pond, and followed the floor plan of Longchuan Tusi City in his memory, rushing towards the Tusi Mansion along the largest street.

This is a cobblestone road with shops on both sides, many of which are two-story buildings, but most of them are made of wood.

Everyone's cotton running shoes with cowhide soles made a clicking sound on the stone slabs, breaking the silence on the street.

"There are people on the other side!" The scout saw a group of people running towards them. He didn't know how many people there were, but the whole street was crowded with them. They were rushing towards this side, panting.

These are the seven or eight hundred Burmese soldiers led by Mang Yinglong's younger brother Mengbie.

Their military camp was nearby and they were awakened by the explosion. They hurriedly gathered their men and rushed over to provide support.

"Line up, line up, fire in sections! Don't fire! Don't waste bullets!" Marin shouted, then raised his Type 05 rifle and fired at the black shadow.

"Bang!" The gunshot caused the man to fall. Marin pulled the bolt and the shell jumped out, landing on the stone slab with a crisp sound that could be heard clearly amid the noise of gunfire.

He raised his gun again and fired another shot, hitting another person.

Less than sixty meters away, there was a large black mass. If the direction was right, I would definitely hit it.

Marin fired five shots in one breath and the chamber was empty. He pulled out a magazine from the leather bullet box at his waist, pushed it into the magazine, pushed all five bullets in, and then stuffed the magazine back into the bullet box.

Pull the bolt back to its original position, raise the gun and aim, the man falls down when the gun goes off.

The new gun is awesome!
Fifty Type 05 rifles fired together, and the 8mm bullets flew towards the Burmese soldiers like a rain of blood, making them sweat.

Meng Bie was stunned. The gunshots continued, echoing in the street, almost without interruption.

What kind of gun is this?

Or are there thousands of Ming troops ahead?
But the number of people on the opposite side was obviously much smaller than his own, only about a hundred people. How could they launch such a dense rain of bullets?

But what made Mengbie even more desperate was that after a minute or two, the rain of bullets from the opposite Ming army never stopped. Two or three hundred of his own soldiers fell, and blood flowed all over half the street. However, there was no sign of the Ming army's gunfire stopping, and they were getting closer and closer, approaching within thirty meters.

Ma Ling noticed that the Burmese soldiers on the opposite side were about to collapse, and hurriedly said to the people behind him: "Grenadiers, throw grenades!"

Several grenadiers took out grenades, unscrewed the iron cover on the wooden handle, took out the pull ring inside, and pulled it hard. Smoke and sparks flashed in the cavity of the wooden handle. The grenade thrower swung his right hand hard, and the grenade was thrown into the group of Burmese soldiers thirty meters away.

Six or seven grenades exploded one after another.

Fortunately, the grenade was made of black powder and was not very powerful.

Unfortunately, when black powder explodes, although it cannot kill people, it can break or injure their legs, causing bleeding and pain.

The firepower squad, carrying four Type 60 short-barreled cannons, climbed onto the roofs of the shops on both sides, then walked to the top of the Burmese soldiers' heads, and fired at the dark mass of Burmese soldiers with the Type 60 short-barreled cannons mounted on the roof.

Shotgun shells whizzed down from the sky, truly like flowers scattering from the sky.

The Type 60 short-barreled cannon is a submachine gun. It fires one shot after another. Its firing speed is not as fast as the Type 05 rifle, but it is faster than a smoothbore musket, and it is more powerful. There are twenty shotgun shells in a barrel, and four guns mean eighty rounds, which is equivalent to eighty smoothbore muskets tied together and firing at the top of the head.

Who can bear this!
The Burmese soldiers turned around and ran. Mengbie ran the fastest. He ran straight to the Tusi Mansion with a few personal soldiers.

"Chase!" Marin waved the Type 05 rifle in his hand, shouted with high spirits, and rushed to the front.

Just as he stepped past the two corpses, his foot slipped. Fortunately, he had good waist strength and managed to keep himself from falling.

Looking down, I saw that the stone road was covered with blood and was slippery.

"Be careful! The ground is slippery. Don't run too fast. Be careful not to fall."

Before Marin could finish his words, three or four soldiers fell down behind him.

Fortunately, there were corpses of Burmese soldiers and wounded soldiers on the ground to support them. They were all fine and they got up and continued to rush forward with the team.

Among the seven or eight hundred Burmese soldiers, three or four hundred were killed or wounded, and another one or two hundred followed Mengbie and fled into the Tusi's mansion. The rest scattered and no one knew where they went.

The wall of the Tusi Mansion was very high, at least four and a half meters, and it was impossible to climb over it without stairs.

"No more flipping over, demolition squad, blow the door open for me!" Ma Lin ordered loudly, "Squad leader Yao, this Tusi mansion has a back door, you lead a squad to go around and block the back door, and when the time is right, you can blow the door open and rush in."

"Yes!"

As soon as Team Leader Yao left, Ma Lin was quick to grab the team leader of the blasting squad.

"You're not going to use the new blasting pack, are you?"

"Is this for breaking open the door? Black gunpowder. We brought ten blasting bags of black gunpowder, with a five-jin charge. It's more than enough to blow up this door."

Marin let go of his hand and breathed a sigh of relief, "Okay, I'm glad you didn't go crazy."

With a bang, the gate of the Tusi Mansion was blown open by two black gunpowder blasting bags. Marin rushed in first with a Type 05 rifle in hand. Inside the Tusi Mansion, there was a burst of gunfire, followed by the sound of grenades and Type 60 short-barreled cannons.

More than thirty minutes after the breach was blasted, the defenders in the city, who were in chaos, finally opened the south gate and rushed out of the city.

The Ming army, which was ready for battle, fired a volley of muskets, knocking down a row of defenders head-on.

In the interval of changing ammunition, he suppressed the enemy with type 60 short-barreled cannon and grenades, and then when he got closer, his Black Hawk type 05 revolver fired continuously.

An Jiangchen raised his revolver and fired three shots, killing the two defenders who rushed to less than ten meters away.

Click, click, the bullets were used up. An Jiangchen took out a cloth bag, pressed the latch with his right hand, shook his wrist, and the cartridge flew out. The steaming shells fell into the cloth bag.

After reloading the magazine with more bullets, An Jiangchen raised his pistol and aimed it at the four defenders who were rushing towards him.

Bang, bang, gunshots, people fall down.

It’s so exciting to fight, beating the enemy is like beating rabbits.

When the sun rose, the gunfire in Longchuan City gradually became sparse, with only sporadic sounds appearing here and there, and the battle was basically over.

Gao Guochun and Li Hualong stood in front of the gap, looking at the nearly 100-meter-long gap, which also affected the nearby South Gate. The gate was not affected, but half of the tower was collapsed by the flying rocks.

The ruins were in ruins, with hands, feet and corpses sticking out of cracks everywhere.

Staff Officer Chen came running to report the battle situation.

"Captain Gao, according to preliminary statistics, our army killed 1,400 defenders, including 1,200 Burmese soldiers. Mang Yinglong's son Awa was living in the South Gate Tower last night and was crushed to death.

Mang Yinglong's younger brother Mengbie was shot dead in the Tusi Mansion. Yue Feng and Yue Nanwu, father and son, have not been found yet."

Gao Guochun turned around and asked, "What! Didn't you find the Yue family father and son?"

"Yes, and no bodies were found. Except for the father and son, all the other people and bodies of the Yue family were found."

"Did they run away? That's impossible. The north and south gates and the gaps are all blocked, and there are people patrolling the city walls. Where can they run to?"

"do not know."

"Search! Keep searching for me! If he's alive, I must find him. If he's dead, I must find his body!"

"Yes!"

(End of this chapter)