Griffin Commander in the Late Ming Dynasty

The volunteer army's gunner determined the firing range, adjusted the gun's altitude to about forty-five degrees, and then carefully retrieved an extra-large metal ball.

The explosive power of a small artillery shell weighing a few kilograms is too small, and the lethality is pitifully small. The heavy artillery of the Volunteer Army has a caliber of about 22 centimeters and a shell weighing 60 kilograms. It is all about explosion. You know, the explosive power of the artillery of your troops is much stronger than theirs. This is just the beginning.

This type of shell is a hollow metal ball filled with a large amount of fine-grained black powder. There is a wooden cartridge case underneath, which is similar to the principle of the bullet of the Heding rifle. It can effectively seal gas leakage and prevent the shell from rubbing against the inner wall during the process of leaving the barrel, causing it to roll around and cause an accidental premature explosion.

The most important thing is that the launched grenade will create a self-stabilizing structure based on the "badminton principle" with a heavy head and a light tail due to the lightweight wooden support, making the trajectory more accurate.

The artilleryman inserted a wooden fuse into the fuse hole of the shell and then carefully pushed it into the barrel. Compared with the Ming army's previous immature shrapnel shells, this operation was much safer.

Under everyone's gaze, the artillery was quickly ready, and the commander of the blasting battalion shouted to the gunners, "Fire!"

"Tom!"

With a dull sound, the barrel of the firing artillery shook violently, spewing out a flash of fire and a large amount of thick smoke. Large black iron bullets drew long arcs and flew towards the Wuzhen Chaoha artillery formation.

There was a constant deafening sound of artillery fire from the Wuzhenchaoha artillery array, thick smoke filled the air, and large, heavy iron bullets whizzed out, flying towards the Dayan artillery camp that was so arrogant that it dared to walk in their faces.

The gunners of each gun were firing desperately. After firing, they immediately used wet cotton cloth and wooden sticks to clean the barrel to cool it down, and then continued to load shells.

Jiala Zhangjing Etui roared, "Blast these southern barbarians hard for me!"

As he spoke, he kicked and hit the artillerymen around him, urging them on desperately. He didn't know why, but the artillery shells fired so far had little effect. It looked like the smoke and dust were making up for it, but in reality, only a handful of shells had fallen into the enemy's positions. However, Shangguan's eyes were on this side, so he had to do his best.

At this moment, there was a sudden sound of artillery fire from the Dayan Army's position, and artillery shells came rumbling. E Tui looked at the black spots flying in the sky, shuddered with fear, and hurriedly lay down behind the bunker.

"Boom!"

There was a dull thud of the ball hitting the ground, stirring up a large amount of dirt. The huge iron ball rolled several meters quickly and was easily stopped by the bunker.

Seeing such a huge thing falling next to him, only a few feet away from him, Jiala Zhangjing Etui was so scared that he almost wet his pants.

After making sure he was still alive, E Tui suddenly laughed out loud, "What a bullshit cannon! Are the Nanman gunners crazy? They're a bunch of sissies!"

There were also bursts of laughter and cursing from the Wuzhenchaoha artillery formation, and there was no need to worry about the artillery of the Dayan Army.

However, before they could be happy for long, a deafening roar was heard and large amounts of white smoke rose from the Volunteer Army's artillery formations.

Looking at the sky filled with countless huge shells flying towards them, the smiles of the Wuzhenchaoha artillerymen gradually froze, I'm so excited! Send!

For a moment, the Qing army's artillerymen were in a commotion and looked for cover to hide.

"Boom! Boom! Boom..."

The huge exploding shells slammed heavily into the Wuzhen Chaoha artillery array, but did not cause as much damage as a solid ball.

"What the hell? A lot of thunder but little rain, all fancy and gaudy!"

A gunner of the Han army flag kicked and cursed at the shrapnel that hit him, his face full of disdain, but in fact he was just trying to show off.

With a loud "bang", the shrapnel bomb exploded suddenly, and the gunner was covered in blood. He flew up and fell down. He was still a living person just now, but after falling down, he became pieces, and his internal organs were splashed all over the ground.

"Bang! Bang! Bang..."

Almost at the same time, the fuses in all the shrapnel shells burned out and exploded. The earth shook violently and thick black smoke rose from the entire Wuzhen Chaoha artillery array.

The sudden attack caused flying iron fragments to instantly pierce the bodies of the surrounding artillerymen, blowing them into pieces. There were screams all around, and many people were hit by shrapnel. Those who were lucky had their arms and legs broken, while those who were unlucky had to fight for the fetal position.

The thirty-jin artillery shell, driven by the explosion of a huge amount of black gunpowder, brought terrible destructive power. One explosion caused a blood mist to surge around everyone within a hundred steps. If it weren't for the cover, the scene would have been even more brutal.

In the Wuzhenchaoha artillery array, there were hundreds of artillery pieces, as well as bunkers and sandbags built to protect against the artillery fire of the Volunteer Army. Many of them were overturned by the blast.

"here we go again!"

Amid a cry of horror, hundreds of heavy shrapnel shells whizzed over with great force and smashed into Wu Zhenchaoha's artillery formation once again.

A heavy shrapnel shell whizzed into the bunker. With a loud bang, the bunker collapsed and several Qing army gunners hiding inside flew out sideways.

The Qing army gunners in the artillery array screamed in extreme fear. Countless of them fell to the ground, all covered in dust and dirt. Many were covered in mud and blood, and they didn't know whether it was their own or their comrades'.

"What is this? A thunderbolt?"

Wuzhenchao Hagushan Ezhen Tongtulai hid behind a bunker with his head in his hands. He looked around in horror and saw the surrounding bunkers collapse in the explosion.

"this......"

Huang Taiji looked at Wuzhen Chaoha who was blown to pieces and his heart trembled. Those were the artillerymen that the Qing Dynasty had spent several years training. How could they die in vain like cannon fodder?

While feeling sad, fear also surged in Huang Taiji's heart. Does the current Dayan army no longer need those strange and supernatural means to crush us on the front battlefield?

In his heart, Huang Taiji has already regarded mechas like AA02 as mythical means, which is a kind of self-hypnosis.

Seeing Wu Zhen Chaoha burning in flames, a large number of artillerymen running around in panic, and some people screaming from the fire, Hong Chengchou's face trembled violently a few times. Even though he had devoted himself to the study of firearms for many years and was considered a general who was familiar with artillery, he had no idea what they were using this time.

But the people around him were all shocked. If he didn't cooperate, wouldn't he be accused of surrendering insincerely? Thinking of this, he looked ferocious, his face turned purple, and he said in a deep voice: "I didn't know these damn thieves had such means!"

The volunteer army's artillery fire came in waves, as if they had chewed up Xuanmai and could not stop for a moment. They just bombarded with complete abandon. After all, they had heavy mecha artillery to back them up. Didn't the superior say that they had to give it a try?

Thick mushroom clouds continued to rise above the Wuzhenchaoha artillery camp. The Qing soldiers in the artillery array were blown to pieces and cried for their parents. Their screams could be heard from miles away.

There was cheering in the Volunteer Army's camp. The generals were so happy looking at the effect of the artillery bombardment that they couldn't stop smiling. They couldn't express in words how happy they felt at the moment.

Mao Yuanyi looked at this scene and felt no discomfort in her whole body. These damn Tartars have become so good at singing and dancing, which is really the best comfort to her. No, this is not enough, he can do more!

In the Wuzhenchaoha artillery formation, there were Qing soldiers in various postures, horizontally, vertically, slanted, and curled up.

The torment of being beaten like a rat was always so long. Some Eight Banners soldiers were hit at close range. Although they were not hit by shrapnel, their hearts and lungs were shattered. Their eyes turned white and trembled. Some Han army flags clasped their hands together and muttered Buddhist scriptures, while some Manchus knelt on the ground and prayed to the god Tengri.

Perhaps their prayers moved God, and the whistling sound of the Volunteer Army's artillery shells became less frequent, the explosions gradually stopped, and the shelling stopped.

Finally, the Wuzhenchaoha position became quiet. When the smoke slowly dissipated, Tong Tulai carefully crawled out of the bunker.

He looked around and saw that his Wuzhenchaoha artillery battalion had been bombed into pieces, half of the bunkers and earth walls had collapsed, some artillery pieces had been concentrated, and the artillery carriages were scattered all over the ground.

He squatted on the ground with dull eyes, muttering: "Isn't it said that bunkers can prevent artillery fire? Why did they still get in even though I used three layers? What exactly are they shooting at?"

The surviving Qing soldiers hiding behind the remaining bunkers were either trembling with fear or had pale faces and dull eyes. A large number of soldiers suffered brain concussions from the huge impact of the artillery and began to vomit, while others were so shocked that they ran around in a daze.

Many soldiers were dazzled by the explosion. They swayed their bodies while holding onto the cover, staggered a few steps, and muttered, "Where am I? Who am I?" They were completely stunned by the explosion.

The wailing of the wounded Qing soldiers around could be heard one after another. Jiala Zhangjing Etui lay under the bunker, and the flesh on his face trembled a few times.

When the cannon fire suddenly stopped, he jumped up and pointed at the volunteers, cursing: "You bastards, you are done for! Come again if you have the guts! If I were to flinch, I would be your grandson!"

“Boom! Boom! Boom…”

As soon as he finished speaking, the deafening sound of artillery fire from the opposite side rang out again. E Tui subconsciously knelt on the ground and continued to curl up behind the bunker.

After the first round of bombing, the volunteer army's gunners adjusted the angle according to the bombing situation, calibrated the scales, and launched several more waves at places that had not been bombed. For a moment, the Wuzhen Chaoha artillery formation was once again engulfed in flames.

Many places were bombarded repeatedly by artillery shells, turned into bare earth pits with burnt black smoke rising from the scorched earth in the pits. The Qing army gunners in the artillery array were lying in all directions, with casualties everywhere, and artillery, weapons and flags scattered everywhere.

During the intervals of the Volunteer Army's artillery bombardment, Jiala Zhangjing Etui, like other survivors, no longer defended the artillery position and ran backwards desperately.

Suddenly, there was a whistling sound, and a thirty-pound iron ball, mixed with the momentum of sweeping everything, landed heavily a foot in front of him, but did not explode...

There was dead silence within a radius of several meters. E Tui raised one foot, as if he was about to run away. Looking at the silent big guy in front of him, he did not dare to step over it. For a moment, his brain did not react and he should run to the side.

The Qing soldiers around also breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, this lucky egg was a dud. Thank God for his favor...

The Qing soldiers had just smiled when suddenly, the lucky egg exploded, sweeping away everyone in an instant. Amidst shrill screams, everyone fell in all directions.

Amidst the flying dust and a large amount of blood mist, a Qing soldier was beaten into pieces on the spot, and the mud and some broken limbs flew everywhere.

Jiala Zhangjing Etui fell to the ground and was hit by the iron pieces on his legs and right arm. With several broken bones, his legs were broken and his right arm was almost cut off.

In front of him, a comrade with a rat-tail braid was lying there, his eyes wide open with fear, as if he had died with his eyes open.

E Tui waved his left hand desperately and screamed for help to the people around him.

Someone recognized him and exclaimed, "Master Zhang Jing is injured, someone come and save him!"

After saying that, the flag bearer started running towards the rear, not wanting to stop for a moment.

The same was true for the few bannermen who passed by him. At this point, everyone was thinking about escaping, and no one cared whether he was a Jiala Zhangjing or not.

There were people staggering over from behind, also retreating to the rear. It was obviously not a suitable place for living people.

When E Tui saw someone coming, he grabbed his right leg tightly with his left hand and said in pain, "Help me!"

"Let go! Let me go!" While escaping, who cares who you are? All those blocking my way are enemies. The Eight Banners soldier raised his hand and slashed on E Tui's back. E Tui felt his life gradually slipping away, and he let go of his hand helplessly.

"Woo! Woo! Woo!"

The marching horn sounded

"Kill the Tartars!"

At the command, a large number of volunteer soldiers rushed towards the Qing army positions like a gust of wind, and under the cover of the iron-blooded mechas, they quickly occupied the forward positions of the volunteer artillery battalion.

Under the dragon flag of the Qing army, the princes and ministers of the Qing Dynasty stared at the explosion on the artillery array in a daze. Everyone was trembling in their hearts. What exactly was this terrifying force?

Seeing that the enemy had successfully captured the Wuzhen Chaoha artillery formation so easily, Huang Taiji's blood pressure rose again. He couldn't help but stand up and roared: "March forward and take back the artillery formation!"

Hong Chengchou immediately stopped them and said, "Your Majesty, don't move rashly. With our current military strength, it would be extremely disadvantageous to go and fight!"

Huang Taiji stared at him and said, "If my Qing Dynasty lost Wu Zhenchaoha, how many wars would we have to fight in the future?"

He shouted to the Bayala soldiers around him: "Go and tell Wu Sangui and Li Shutai to rush to Jiumen River to help!"

I had originally wanted to have the Wuzhenchaoha artillery battalion do a great job, using artillery to intimidate the enemy and make them lose morale, and then use the elite cavalry of the old Eight Banners to win in one fell swoop. But I never expected that the enemy's artillery was much more ferocious than ours. Damn it! Damn that Jiang Han! !

Huang Taiji suddenly felt a splitting headache and could hardly stand!

Who could have thought that the enemy would actually wipe out Wu Zhen Chaoha head-on in this way, without even giving him a chance to escape!

At this time, Huang Taiji could no longer care about too much, and was determined to keep the hope of the Qing Dynasty!

At this time, the scout came to report that the enemy had launched an attack.

Looking at the team approaching from afar, Huang Taiji and Hong Chengchou both had complicated expressions on their faces.

Huang Taiji's eyes flashed with coldness, and he shouted fiercely: "Come on, now that we don't have those weird monsters, let them have a taste of the power of the Eight Banners of the Qing Dynasty!"

He glanced at the generals of the Eight Banners, and finally fixed his eyes on Aobai, the leader of the Plain White Banner: "Aobai, Ebilun!"

"The slave is here!"

Both of them were members of the Bordered Yellow Banner and were Huang Taiji's confidants. By sending these two people to fight, Huang Taiji was prepared to spend a lot of money.

"I order you to lead the two white flags and kill the Tianwu Army without a single piece of armor left!"

Volume 415: Chapter Chapter : The Yan Army that grows mushrooms

"Ah, this..." Ebilun made the voice of Konno team member.

Aobai was better. He was reckless throughout his life, indifferent to life and death, and would fight if he didn't obey. However, Ebilun was a coward. He really didn't know how to fight. Everyone had two shoulders to support one head. Who could withstand the artillery? What's more, didn't the Yan people still have that monster to bring out?

He looked at Huang Taiji, and even had a line in his mind that he didn't say aloud: "Your Majesty, are you awake?"

Huang Taiji saw that the two were hesitant and asked coldly, "Why, do you want to disobey my order?"

The two were very panicked and said quickly: "Don't dare! Don't dare!"

Huang Taiji shouted: "Then bring out the strength of your Great Qing Baturu and the momentum of my Great Qing Old Eight Banners to defeat them!"

"twitter!"

Oboi was an old and fierce man who could not stand being provoked. When provoked, he immediately responded and walked forward with a heroic spirit, as if he wanted to prove to everyone that his title of the No. 1 Baturu of the Qing Dynasty was not in vain.

Following a shout, thick smoke and dust rose from the location of the two yellow flags, and a large group of yellow cavalry rushed towards the Wuzhen Chaoha artillery camp.

They wore black helmets with red tassels, yellow cotton armor, imported flintlock rifles, and weapons of varying lengths. Everyone had a proud look on their faces. This was the confidence that the Yellow Banner brought us! If you join the Eight Banners but not the Yellow Banner, it's like eating breakfast without leeks or going to the Louvre without seeing Mona Lisa. You're missing out on nutrition, and that's the limit of taste.

Huang Taiji had two yellow flags in his hands, and they had a total of 15,000 men and horses, and their combined momentum was extremely huge.

A scout came galloping in front and reported to Aobai, the leader of the Zhenghuang Banner: "Sir, the Tianwu Army is less than eight miles away from our army, and the vanguard is expanding the pontoon bridge to prepare for crossing the river!"

Under the protection of hundreds of elite Bayala soldiers, Aobai waved his hand and said, "Got it, report back after further investigation!"

Next to Aobai was Ebilun, who was in his forties, a few years older than Aobai. He was very worried and said, "The firearms of the Great Yan Army are so fierce now. How should we fight?"

Aobai snorted, his thick beard trembling up and down, and said: "First, take down Babuhai, then directly defeat the Great Yan Cavalry head-on and drive them into the river!"

As he spoke, Oboi was full of confidence. His father was one of the founding fathers of the Qing Dynasty. His brother and he also had outstanding merits and military exploits. When they conquered Pi Island, Oboi was the first to reach the island and was given the title of Baturu.

Under Huang Taiji's command, Abahai defeated all the enemies along the way and was the first to reach Seoul, Korea. He then conquered five cities in a row when he went south. He was invincible and became more confident in his abilities.

Before, when they went south to fight the decisive battle in Yangzhou, Abahai served as the Bayalahu Zhangjing of Huang Taiji's imperial camp, and had no chance to show his face in battle. He had always felt resentful about this, and felt that the Qing Dynasty could not succeed because Huang Taiji did not use him.

Ebilun glanced at Aobai, and the question "Are you awake, team member Aobai?" was on his lips, but he still said patiently: "It is better to advance slowly, or use the mobility of my cavalry to attract the Yan country's bandits and disrupt their formation. It will take time for their cavalry to cross the river..."

Aobai waved his hand arrogantly, with a trace of disdain on his face: "No need, I can defeat Babuhai in a quarter of an hour, attack quickly, solve the problem of Babuhai crossing the river, and defeat the Yan army!"

Watching Aobai shouting and walking away, Ebilun heaved a long sigh and said with a sigh: "No good comes of a mad man... A mad dog will be hit by a brick..."

At this moment, another roar was heard coming from the Volunteer Army.