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Chapter 295 Bloody Battlefield

What frightened Zhang Guli even more was that the defenders on the city wall were also attacking.

They threw down a few thunderbolts emitting blue smoke. Under the continuous explosions, the Houjin officers and soldiers under the city wall were either killed or injured, and only a few shallow spade picks were left on the watered and frozen city wall. imprinted.

Such a blow - Zhang Guli lay on the ground, re-examined the Ningyuan city wall spewing flames and white smoke at close range, and finally understood the insidiousness and viciousness of such a defense.

Whether it's attacking the slope, or the relatively normal and straight section of the city wall.They will all be shot from the opposite side or crossfire, as well as the rolling wood and rocks on the top of the city, and even the bombardment of thunder thrown down from the head.

This is an all-round attack, there is no dead angle at all, that is, there is no place where the Jin army thought it was safer after the siege.

Puffs of white smoke rose in the city, and the Ming army's muskets fired round after round.The front and side are intertwined, and in Zhang Guli's feeling, there seems to be no pause.

Boom, boom, boom... There was an even more deafening and powerful roar, and the artillery on the top of the city roared in brighter flames and thicker white smoke.

The shells flew through the air at a speed visible to the naked eye, and smashed into the distance.Zhang Guli felt lucky, but he didn't know that it was Tong Yangxing who urged the Han soldiers to push the cannons, attracting the firepower of the Ming army on the city.

It has the advantage of being condescending. Even the Franc machine with poor air-holding performance is comparable to the old-fashioned artillery brought by the Later Jin Army in terms of range.

Speaking of old-fashioned artillery, there are also many Ming army cities.Except for more than 20 Hongyi cannons, none of them are actually new.

The shells passed over the siege Houjin army, flew over ditches and obstacles, and bounced on the ground, stirring up blood and flesh flying all the way, or smashing the chariots and artillery carts.

The Hongyi cannon roared again, its power and accuracy far surpassed that of other cannons, and its target was determined to be a group of Jiannu cavalry quietly approaching Ningyuan.

After the shell of the third Hongyi cannon bounced on the ground and pierced through half of the Jiannu cavalry formation invincibly, the old slave retreated helplessly under the strong support of the generals.

Don't think that if you don't show your fanfare, you will be let through the net to observe the battle situation.Sitting in the back and commanding, it will naturally appear dull, let those Jian slaves pay the price of more casualties for this!

Xiong Tingbi put down the binoculars, but the artillery commander Luo Li found a new target and instructed the artillery to adjust the muzzle and aim at Mangurtai who was commanding in front.

It is not a surprising tactic to use the accuracy, range and power of the Hongyi Cannon to snipe the enemy's important generals.

Of course, even if the accuracy of the Hongyi cannon is very high, it is only relative to other old-fashioned artillery.Also within its effective range, the hit rate of the heavy matchlock gun is even higher than that of the Hongyi cannon.

After all, luck is more important than skill in expecting shells to hit or kill a person at a distance of hundreds of meters or nearly a thousand meters.

At this time, Zhang Guli under the city was still alive.I have to admit that he is very lucky and experienced.But as time went by, good luck could no longer save his dog's life.

The post-Jin army not only had a caravan, but also a siege car with a pointed top.The top is like a roof, and the slope is to reduce the damage of rolling wood and stones.

With shelter and cover above his head, Jiannu can dig walls and dig cities relatively safely under the car.Zhang Guli sneaked in at the right opportunity, and survived until now under the attack of the hail of bullets.

There was a booming sound of smashing overhead, followed by an explosion next to it, and shrapnel rattled on the siege carriage.Amid Zhang Guli's trepidation, the siege engine once again withstood the destructive attack.

A large piece of the thick ice on the city wall had been chipped away, exposing the wall bricks. The Jian slaves became more excited and worked harder to dig and dig.

There was another explosion, much quieter.But the fireworks quickly rushed in like poisonous snakes. The Ming army on the city used explosive incendiary bombs and dropped quilts with gunpowder grease.

As the fire intensified, the choking smoke filled the carriage, and Jianu couldn't stay there any longer.Coughing violently, crying, and sneezing, they fled in embarrassment.

The muskets outside were still roaring, and a row of lead bullets hit them. Several Jian slaves were either killed or injured, some of them survived for a while, their bodies were still on fire, and they stumbled and scrambled with shrill and inhuman screams.

Zhang Guli jumped out of the siege engine with a quick movement, and he wanted to hide in a small pit he was looking for.

Buckshot whizzed beside him, and just as he was only a dive away from the crater, a buckshot hit him in the thigh.

This was a bullet from a heavy musket, and the huge destructive force almost knocked off half of his leg.Amidst the flying flesh and blood, he screamed and fell face down on the edge of the pit.

A coat rolled and crawled into the small pit, his face was covered with sweat, his face was pale, and his lips were still trembling.From the eyes full of fear, it can be seen that he is scared to collapse.

"Help, save me." Zhang Guli raised his head with difficulty, making a pleading voice.

It is unbelievable that the high-ranking slave owner begged the slaves.But Zhang Guli, who was seriously injured, could no longer think of this, and only the simplest desire to survive was left.

Zhao Huai shrank, staring at the Jurchen official who begged him in a daze.After a long while, the eyeballs rolled around, and he stretched out his hand to drag Zhang Guli in.

Zhang Guli howled in pain, and leaned against the edge of the pit with his face up. The flames on the top of the wall flickered, and rows of bullets poured down.Gunpowder smoke floated in the air, thick and thin, like clouds moving with the wind.

The severe pain has been relieved, it is not Zhao Huaiyi who bandaged him, but the continuous flow of blood, which makes the limbs numb in the cold.

As far as he could see, Zhang Guli saw the bloody legs, and felt the coldness spreading all over his body.He tilted his head slightly, and saw the coat shrinking aside.

"Slave dog, hurry up, tighten up my legs and wrap them tightly." Zhang Guli panted and cursed.

Why was he the one who was injured and dying, and why not this cowardly and humble coat?

There was a huge imbalance in Zhang Guli's heart, and he usually bossed around, treating Bao Yi like nothing, completely forgetting to count on this Bao Yi to save him.

Zhao Huai acted subconsciously, but he had never learned battlefield first aid, nor did he have any suitable things to bind the wound.

Seeing that Bao Yi was in a hurry, but he didn't know how to deal with it at all, and even hurt his own wound, Zhang Guli scolded: "Stupid, idiot, take off your clothes, wrap the wound quickly."

Zhao Huaiyi was as obedient as a puppet, and took off his clothes as soon as he stretched out his hand, ignoring that he would be frozen.

"Idiot, dog slave." Zhang Guli closed his eyes, still cursing in his mouth, although his voice weakened, "Go back and chop off your dog's head. Damn it, Han dog."

His consciousness was a little trance, and Zhang Guli didn't have much strength, and he might not be able to live even after healed his wounds.

After a long, long time, Zhang Guli slowly opened his eyes, his leg wound was still bloody and bloody, and he was not bandaged by the damn wrap.

Turning his head with some difficulty, Zhang Guli saw the coat.Just when he was about to scold, he suddenly found that Bao Yi's eyes were no longer fear, but cold and hatred, even a little crazy.

puff!The sound that Zhang Guli wanted to make was all blocked in his throat. It was his dagger, which was held by Bao Yi in his hand, and pierced deeply into his neck.

With his eyes wide open and his mouth open, the light in Zhang Guli's eyes quickly disappeared. Unbelievable was his last expression.

Zhao Huaiyi pushed the corpse away, mainly because the dead face and dead fish-like eyes couldn't face him.

This action seemed to consume all the strength in his whole body. He covered his face and shrunk back into a ball again, snot and tears streaming down with the trembling of his shoulders.

Bao Yi, slaves, their lives are worse than dogs in Jian Nu's eyes.

They were the ones pushing the cart to the death. If they flinched a little, they would be slashed and killed; if they were injured and fell to the ground, they would be killed immediately. Jiannu didn't want their screams and wailing to affect morale.

Er Niu from the same village died, and his head was cut off with a knife; Suo Zi also fell on the cold snow, and an arrow was inserted into his neck...

Although he was frightened to death by the guns that hit his head and face under the city, Zhao Huaiyi had seen many deaths, too much blood and horrific death.

If Zhang Guli hadn't clamored to kill him, he would still be that marionette, unable to resist.But after killing Zhang Guli, the hatred and anger that arose in an instant were all replaced by fear.

boom!The matchlock gun slammed back and pushed Ma Wu's shoulder away.

Despite the military regulations not to observe the results of the battle, as far as he could see, Ma Wu still saw a bloody mist erupting from the target 70 meters away.

Either death or injury, or [-]% of the dog's life is lost!Ma Wu pursed his lips, retracted his gun and backed away.

Although Ma Wu's bow and arrow shooting skills are the best in the Ming army, he also likes the power of this heavy musket.He was already an officer in charge of hundreds of people, so he still had to shoot and kill a few slaves to enjoy himself.

For heavy armor, heavy muskets are more effective in hitting, but the armor-piercing ability of bows and arrows is still not enough.Moreover, a single shot that makes the enemy's flesh and blood fly, is more shocking, and feels more comfortable.

He retreated to the back row. Although he was wearing an iron mask, he could see Ma Wu's happy smile from the exposed eyes.The owner of the heavy musket took the gun, loaded the gunpowder with skillful movements, and pushed the lead bullet wrapped in grease silk into the chamber.

Wrapping projectiles in oil-soaked sackcloth and silk was not only an application for muskets, but also for cannonballs.One is to increase the airtightness, and the other is to tilt the muzzle so that the projectile cannot fall out.

"Fire one more shot." Ma Wu unceremoniously reached out to take the gun, and walked into the queue that was moving forward.

The owner of the gun rolled his eyes straight, and he was also a tall and strong man, but he was bullied by the officer until he rolled his eyes. Under the iron face, there must be an expression of grievance.

The Jiannu and Baoyi who attacked the city had already suffered a lot of casualties, while the hanging plaques on the city and the iron faces of the armor of the officers and soldiers of the Ming army showed a great effect in resisting bows and arrows, and the casualties were very small.

After paying huge casualties, Jianu still stubbornly set up several hook ladders on the city wall, and the heavy armored soldiers began to climb up.

With a bang, Jianu on the hook ladder lay down on the ladder, spewing black blood and internal organs from his mouth.

The buckshot shot from the side and rear hit his back heavily. Although it didn't penetrate the heavy armor, the huge impact force was completely absorbed by his body.

Not only were Jian Nu's internal organs damaged, but his spine was also broken.Reluctantly staying on the ladder for a while, he twisted his body and fell heavily.

A row of lead bullets roared and shot over, knocking down several Jiannu who had gathered under the hook ladder.

Another thunderstorm was thrown from the city, and several consecutive explosions caused heavy smoke. This group of tenacious Jian slaves almost suffered a devastating blow.

More and more thunderbolts and explosive incendiary bombs fell from the top of the city, and the flames of explosions and splashing flames flashed below the city. The enemies were screaming and wailing, jumping around in the fireworks, like a group of demons dancing in hell.

After finally attacking the city, Mang Gurtai was unwilling to retreat without success.Even in the face of such a tragic scene and an attack with heavy casualties,

Howling and roaring, he galloped with a dozen of his own soldiers on horseback, and led thousands of Jurchens, Mongolian vassals, and Han soldiers to continue to attack the city.

Seeing soldiers carrying hook ladders and pushing siege vehicles across the ditch and approaching the city, Mangurtai stopped for a while, spouting thick white mist from his mouth, staring at the city head that was constantly spewing fireworks.

About [-] meters to the left of Manggurtai, Tong Yangxing commanded the Han soldiers to brave the continuous bombardment of shells, and suffered heavy casualties, and finally pushed more than a dozen artillery pieces to the front of the trench.

It is impossible to bombard the top of the city with a direct shot, and there is no need to think about a lob shot. How far is the distance and what is the elevation angle?
According to Tong Yangxing's estimation, the artillery bombardment here can hit at most the middle and lower part of the city wall.But according to the purpose of blasting the city wall, this is enough.

A few shells flew from the city and hit the artillery positions that had not yet been set up, bouncing. Amidst the screams and exclamations, many Han soldiers were either killed or injured.

Tong Yangxing led more than 200 Zhenyi howling and cursing, waving knives and bows, pressing down the Han soldiers who were a little confused because of fear, urging them to set up artillery and load ammunition.

But Mang Gurtai's command disrupted Tong Yangxing's plan, and the two failed to coordinate well.A large number of soldiers attacked the city again, making it impossible for the artillery to start bombarding immediately.

Frowning tightly, Tong Yangxing ordered his soldiers to find Mang Gurtai, hoping that he would let the soldiers under the city retreat to the trench temporarily so that he could bombard the city.

Even if he was a high-ranking official among the Han officials in the later Jin Dynasty, Tong Yangxing still bowed his head among the generals and officials of Zhenyi, let alone Mang Gurtai who was Baylor.

And the rude and irritable Mang Gurtai is obviously something Tong Yangxing doesn't want to face directly.He didn't mean to command, but to discuss and suggest. Tong Yangxing was also a little afraid of that reckless man with big eyes and snarling eyebrows.

boom!A cannonball flew towards it with a whistling sound, bouncing with a low trajectory, and smashed a cannon carriage into pieces, turning it into a pile of parts.

Tong Yangxing raised his eyes and looked into the distance, looking for the banner and figure of Mang Gurtai.

Nurhachi couldn't be said to be timid. The generals and officials under him were already frightened by the powerful artillery of the Ming army, and they tried their best to stop him from approaching.

But as a front-line commander, if Manggurtai didn't even dare to raise the general flag, not only was he greedy for life and afraid of death, how could he command the attack and retreat?

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