The red-clothed cannon, also known as the Red-Bian cannon, has a barrel of more than 1 zhang and a weight of more than 4,000 kilograms. It has a long range and a great power, but it is extremely slow to load and is expensive. There are not many gates in the entire Dahua City, and there are only a few gates in this Songshan City.

The red-clothed cannon will slide backwards after each launch. At this time, it must be poured into the barrel and extinguished the Mars in the barrel chamber. Then use a wooden bar plug to clean and dry the barrel, then fill the gunpowder and projectiles before firing again. At the same time, the gun position must be pushed out and re-aimed.[]

At this moment, the battlement gun hole next to the ladder was pushing out a standard red-clothed cannon. The first inscription on the cannon body showed that it was an original imported from Portugal. The steel knife on the ladder was grim and his face was about to climb over the battlement and start killing the slaughter suddenly saw this scary thing sticking out his head beside him. He couldn't help but be stunned. Then he thought of something, opened his mouth wide in horror, and even the steel knife fell and slashed his companions under him.

A flash of light in front of me, and the moment when the white eyes were bright to the limit became eternal stillness.

Zhuo Bufan and others were hidden in the distance and saw this scene. In the flashing flames that broke out in an instant, the ladder broke out in response to the sound. The top several Tartar soldiers seemed to be dolls thrown away by children. Almost all the other Tartar soldiers on the ladder rolled down, unable to catch the shaking ladder.

The Tartar cavalry that surrounds the outer formation always maintained a distance and never entered the effective range of the red-clothed cannon, allowing the Dahua Army's cannons to provoke and betray the evil. The infantry, who were shocked by the cannons, diminished their momentum and became a little hesitant after rushing to the city.

Zhuo Bufan breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that the Tartar soldiers had not made any progress in siege. In this case, it would be fine if the Dahua defenders rely on the power of cannons for another ten or half a month.

Just as he went back to sleep, Zhuo Bufan was pulled by Yizhihua. Under Yizhihua's guidance, Zhuo Bufan finally saw the strange iron cannon mentioned by Yizhihua. At this time, the rear headquarters of the Tatar Army, several miles away, was moving forward. Perhaps he was afraid of being discovered by the Dahua Army on the top of the city. There were a large number of infantry and cavalry deliberately covering it. It was difficult to find it from the top of the city, but he could not escape the eyes of Zhuo Bufan and others behind him.

Zhuo Bufan's eyesight was as good as Yizhihua, and he was anxious, so he simply touched forward again under the cover of Yizhihua and others. With the help of several natural ditches, Zhuo Bufan touched the side of the main formation of the Tartars siege at most a distance. Not only could he see the iron cannon clearly, but he could even see the beards of the Tartar soldiers clearly.

This kind of iron cannon is really strange. It doesn't look like Dahua's design or Western objects, but it looks like a hybrid of two. At this time, the seven or eight iron cannons were stopping their secret advances, and under the command of several short men wearing strange armor, they were adjusting the angle and carrying ammunition. The armor of these people was also a strange style that Dahua did not have. The color was dark red, especially the helmets. In addition to the ordinary dome spikes, the ears that were hung straight to the shoulders were also impressive.

Zhuo Bufan's heart moved. How could these soldiers make him feel familiar? He seemed to have seen dead people somewhere, but he couldn't remember it for a moment. Zhuo Bufan focused his attention on these soldiers. At this time, a soldier turned around and exposed the belt inserted into his waist instead of the waist knife hanging around his waist like a Tartar soldier. The long hilt made Zhuo Bufan's eyes lit up. After looking closely, it was true that his appearance closer to the Han people also showed that these people were not the Tartar soldiers.

Japanese samurai? They were Japanese samurai. How could they find Japanese here? Oh, Dahua called them Japanese. Zhuo Bufan frowned and thought hard. Even the roar of the iron cannons of the Tartars and the cheers of the mountains could not affect him.

Through the occasional intelligence obtained in the past two years and some reports on the coastal reports of the imperial court about the reappearance of Japanese pirates, Zhuo Bufan already knew that at this time, Japan, that is, Japan, had made great progress in firearms due to their friendship with the Netherlands, and it was no longer the time when he was beaten by the military firearms of the previous dynasty Dahua in Goryeo.

Because of Taiwan, Dahua had already had a feud with the Netherlands, and foreign trade was abolished, almost entering a state of being closed to the country. The drawings of treasure ships that once shocked Southeast Asia were burned, and the fleets built with countless silver were also sealed and rotted with the passage of time. In other words, Dahua knew almost nothing about the ocean and the world now.

Zhuo Bufan knew very well that the great voyage at this time had entered its final stage, and the maritime powers in Western Europe would begin a round of battle for hegemony that burned the ocean, and after that, there was a vigorous industrial revolution and a wave of colonial sweeping the world. China, because it had been sleeping for two hundred years and missed this good period of great development, attracted a hundred years of shame.

To be honest, Zhuo Bufan has thought about these things, but he has never thought seriously. How could he live so long and lay a good foundation for his descendants? At least it would be almost done if the Chinese Shenlong did not really sleep. He believed that with the intelligence and talent of the Chinese children and his help, he would definitely not have that sad and embarrassing humiliation for a hundred years.

However, now, I suddenly saw the Japanese on the battlefield where the historically famous Dahua (Ming Dynasty) fought against the Tartars, which made me unable to calm down. Frowning, Zhuo Bufan thought of the pain that the whole country was closest to his era in a century of humiliation, which was the most difficult for him to let go.

The pain of the souls of 30 million compatriots, and the tragedy of the fall of 40 million Chinese children.

What makes it hard for us to let go is that after paying a huge price to drive away the invaders, we tolerate generous expressions of expressing history to the future, but are regarded as weak and humble. We are kind by nature and think that bad people are just a few Japanese people, but they still long for peace, friendship and kindness, but they are regarded as ridiculously innocent by the other party.

We call for the harmonious and peaceful world and the world are in harmony, but others are sharpening their knives for a moment and never stops. We are unwilling to hurt each other with the pain of history, but others openly worship the war criminals every year.

A nanny country that is at the bottom of garbage in the world dares to openly challenge the sword and play with a stick, and the shadow of this Japanese island country is indispensable.

Damn, Zhuo Bufan suddenly cursed, fortunately, the battle had already reached a fever pitch and was not exposed. After gritting his teeth, Zhuo Bufan focused his attention on the battlefield again. At this time, the Japanese iron cannons had already begun to fire.

The shelling was concentrated in the South Gate Tower, which was the most tightly defended and the most solid place, not the main attack of the Tartars. This kind of iron cannon is a front-loaded cannon, and uses solid bullets. It is quite powerful and is also good to set it up. However, even if you want to open the city tower, it may not work even if you fight for the first half of the year. For the Tartars, its symbolic significance is greater than the actual effect.

Sure enough, the morale of the Tartar soldiers who were sieging the city was greatly boosted. They had long been jealous of Dahua's cannons. Now they had their own cannons. Although they didn't sound louder than the cannons on the city, they finally had to be beaten and fired, right?

The vanguard's robbery became more intense, and there was finally a hand-to-hand battle at the top of the city, and there were endless shouts of terrible calls. Obviously, the Dahua army at the top of the city did not fall behind with its condescending advantage. Although the Dahua soldiers with Hongying fell from time to time, there were more Tartar soldiers killed, which was like dumplings.

"Okay, even if you are deeply trapped in a heavy siege, you will not show any weakness. General Hong is indeed powerful." Zhuo Bufan saw it clearly and couldn't help but applaud the Dahua Army. As long as he had the fighting spirit, the Dahua Army was still quite powerful. Moreover, at this time, the Dahua Army had a good geographical location, and the most elite cavalry of the Tatar soldiers had no place to use their skills. As soon as they advance and retreat, the city could be protected.

Yizhihua and others also looked at it carefully. Although Dahua is not as good as before, some truly good combat troops are still very powerful. What is more important to them. In this way, it is naturally possible to ensure that they can persevere until night so that they can complete the task of protecting Zhuo Bufan into the city, and the hard work along the way will not be in vain.

The fierce battle at the city wall was fought, and the Tartars suffered heavy casualties, but the back battalion of the Tartars was very unhappy and nervous, as if the ones who were chopped down like dumplings on the city wall were not the soldiers on their own side. They just used a team of thousands of people to attract the firepower of the Dahua Army, which made Zhuo Bufan a little strange.

After half an hour, the Tartar infantry siege was obviously weak, and the archers who used bows and arrows to cover the ladders with their team also began to be weak, and they could not even shoot arrows to the top of the city. However, new trends appeared behind the Tartars several miles away.

From afar, Zhuo Bufan saw another team of troops slowly coming, with a lot of supplies. When the team advanced several miles and entered the rear of the Tartar formation, Zhuo Bufan's heart suddenly sank.

I saw fifty or sixty four-wheeled chariots slowly sailing under the protection of the brigade of Tartar cavalry. Among them, the more than thirty chariots were clearly seen, which were the huge barrels of the red-clothed cannons familiar to Zhuo Bufan, and the dozens of other chariots were clearly seen full of gunpowder barrels and piles of projectiles.

At this moment, even Yizhihua and others felt that the situation was not good, and they looked at Zhuo Bufan, while Zhuo Bufan looked anxious, and the handful of ice and snow in his hand slowly melted and slowly dripped from his fingers.

Damn, what's going on? The Japanese have not figured out yet. Where did the Tartars get so many red cannons. Even if some of them may have been seized from the Dahua Army, there are probably not so many Dahua Army outside the pass, and where did these more than thirty gates come from.

This is a problem. If more than 30 red-clothed cannons are used to attack the city with flowering bullets, not to mention one day, Songshan will be extremely lucky to be able to last for two hours. Even if it is a solid bullet, it is not difficult to collapse the city.
Chapter completed!