Chapter 183: Pulling the Death (Part 2)

"Do you want to bomb the city?" Before Wang Kerou could clearly figure out the picture, Mao Gui and Fu Youde had already guessed Zhu Bashiyi's intention and interrupted in unison.

Without waiting for Zhu Bashiyi to explain, the two of them then relied on their own combat experience and loudly opposed, "The one-meter-thick earthen wall may not be able to collapse even if it blows up more than a dozen times. And every time the city is chiseled and sets gunpowder, the brothers have to support the defenders' rolling wood and stones. Overall, the casualties are not much lower than those of the ant!"

"Mr. Mao said it very well! When he followed my generals to attack Suiyang, he exploded for more than twenty times in a row but failed to blow up the city wall. In the end, it was up to the brothers to climb up the ladder to resolve the battle! There was also such a rammed earth wall over there. The city wall that looked like it was sturdy without bricks, but it was particularly able to withstand the explosion!"

"The soldiers are very fast. Even if you can blow up the city wall in the end, it will probably take three or four days to add up!" Seeing that Fu Youde and his thoughts were consistent, Mao Gui, the general manager of Mengcheng, continued to remind loudly, "If the morale of the defenders is as bad as Brother Wang said, the Ant Attachment will probably be faster. At best, it will be more pensions to the families of the dead brothers in the future!"

"I am not talented, and I am willing to lead my brothers to take this city. Ask the chief executive to send someone to suppress the crossbows and archers on the top of the city with artillery!" Fu Youde thought for a while, and then added loudly.

In short, he and Mao Gui both rely on their respective practical experience to determine that using gunpowder to blow up the city wall is unreliable. Looking at the previous battle examples of the Red Turban Army, except for Sesame Li who used gunpowder to blow up the city wall when he attacked Suzhou, there was no precedent for successful blasting, including Zhu Bashiyi.

Of course, Zhu Bashiyi knew that Mao Gui and Fu Youde were both more experienced than their own city-breaking city. However, in terms of the level of playing with gunpowder, humans six hundred years later could definitely surpass their ancestors six hundred years ago. So, out of politeness, he listened carefully to the two of them for a while, then smiled and waved his hand gently, "The two brothers said everything, but you don't know. Since the last time they asked their brothers to risk their lives to drill into the stinky ditch, Zhu has been thinking hard about what to do next time when they encounter the same situation. And for this, he specially created a complete set of guys to deal with various city walls. Don't worry, let the brothers camp and use war meals. Before this evening, Zhu definitely let the two see with their own eyes how this Baoying City was demolished by our Huaian Army."

"Really? You have made magic weapons specifically for blowing the city walls! What's the matter? If it's convenient, take it out and let me see it!" Mao Gui didn't pay attention to the difference between the words "explosion" and "disassembly". He was stunned for a moment, but he decisively held it back into his stomach if he opposed it.

He could doubt Zhu Bashiyi for other things, but only the one who made a tool. In his eyes, Zhu Bashiyi was definitely the most powerful master in the world. And he was definitely so high that it was beyond the reach of ancient times and ordinary people.

Although Fu Youde was skeptical about Zhu Bashiyi's words, he also knew that all the magical weapons and weapons in the Red Turban Army were all from the hands of the Grand General Zhu in front of him. So after hesitating for a moment, he smiled and bowed his hands and said, "It turns out that General Zhu has been confident for a long time. I am too worried. Please don't blame the Grand General!"

"You two said this and saw it!" Zhu Bashiyi smiled mysteriously and shook his head slightly, "You two are also thinking about us. But Zhu doesn't want to. Every time he encounters a city in the future, he will ask his brothers to use corpses to pile up. That's why he ordered people to build several sets of siege weapons. If you want to read carefully, you will set up the camp and use up the battle meal later. Even though he ordered the elite troops under his command and arranged a formation three hundred steps away from the gate of the East City. After Zhu exploded Baoying City, the rest of the matter would be left to you to cook!"

"Okay, as you said, your Huaian Army is responsible for bombing the city, and Brother Fu and I are responsible for going in and cleaning up the disabled enemies!"

"I hope that only General Manager Zhu will follow the lead!"

Mao Gui and Fu Youde immediately started and agreed loudly.

Neither of them knew what magic weapon Zhu Bashiyi had prepared, so they were so itchy. After leading their brothers to set up camp, they had a quick fight against the battle meal, and immediately ordered the elite troops to go to the agreed position on the east side of Baoying City to stand by.

Zhu Bashiyi understood everyone's thoughts and did not delay too much. After the meal, he also pulled out his team as quickly as possible.

Thirty or forty thousand people lined up in the east of the city. Even a fool, the county magistrate of Baoying City guessed that the Red Turban Army was preparing to attack. He quickly beat the drum and transferred all the forces under his command to the near the east gate. The city wall was busy and tossed for a while, but found that there was no charge outside. He was stunned, and half of his head was poked out from the enemy building, and looked down with surprise.

The three teams of Zhu, Mao and Fu set up three square formations, just south of the east gate, facing the city wall between the two horses. There were still more than twenty steps away from each other, with clear boundaries. At the front of the central square formation, a command platform was set up at a speed visible to the naked eye. A black-faced man with a big waist stood on the platform, holding the flag in his hand and swaying back and forth.

"What is Zhu Butcher Zhu doing? Are you singing an opera?" Baoying County Magistrate Sheng Zhao frowned and was confused.

At this moment, the central square formation suddenly separated, and about two thousand people were pushing the cart and holding various strange weapons, slowly leaning up to the wall of Baoying City.

"They, they are pushing cannons! God, they are going to use cannons to blow the city wall open!" A famous veteran who escaped from the battlefield in Huai'an squatted at the battlements near the enemy building, hugged his head and exclaimed loudly.

"Cannon?" Sheng Zhao was slightly stunned when he heard this, and looked closely. Sure enough, there were nearly a hundred strange-looking chicken buses in the Red Turban Army that were slowly moving forward. Each car's wheels were the size of a three-foot millstone, covered with a thick piece of linen. It was pushed by more than a dozen strong men wearing stair armor and walked forward "bang boom".

The guards were in front of the cannon chariots, and the huge shield was more than five feet high. It seemed that there were two small wheels underneath, and they pushed and strode forward with their hands.

On the left side of the cannon car were hundreds of men wearing half-body iron armor. They were in groups of two, carrying a long tube on their shoulders and a few long wooden sticks in their hands, which looked extremely weird.

"Big musket, they have lifted the musket up again!" The screams of exclamation were higher than a while on the platform of the enemy building. In the morning's battle, the defenders suffered a lot of losses from such muskets. Although they were extremely bulky, their shooting frequency was similar to that of a bed crossbow. However, they were extremely powerful. The bullets emitted were as big as walnuts, and they could not be protected from any armor. As long as they were hit, there was a transparent hole from the front chest to the back.

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"Big musket? What is the difference between this object and the big gun in our hands?" Sheng Zhao was slightly stunned when he heard this, turned his head, and suppressed his panic in his heart and asked this person.

"This, big musket? That's a musket that is a little bigger than a small musket." The chief clerk Zhao Xiao drew a cross on his chest and responded seriously.

This is just a nonsense. Of course, large muskets are larger than small muskets, and they can be seen by no means blind. The question is, how did the butcher Zhu make the muskets so big and long, and aren't afraid of blowing up the chamber when used? If the official army could build hundreds of them and one on the city wall, would you still worry about the attack of the Red Turban thieves? Just use the muskets to bombard them from the top and down, and after more than a dozen rounds of bombardment, see how many lives the Red Turban Army can fill in?

However, when it comes to the specific manufacturing method, consulting the chief clerk Zhao is definitely equivalent to asking Yu Blind. This person is best at drawing a cross, calling God for blessing, and then living a life of vain in vain. He has no real ability. Thinking of the other party's usual performance, the county magistrate Sheng Zhao sighed helplessly, raised his head, and turned his gaze to the outside of the city again.

As soon as his eyes fell on the team guarding on the other side of the cannon cart, his eyes could no longer move. What kind of seven-door weapon was that? Why was it thicker than a large musket? It was long and short, and each person held differently in his hands? The most puzzling thing was that the two rows of people at the front of the team were carrying seven or eight huge boards. It was obvious that they were made of pure iron, and the darkness shone with the unique metallic cold light under the sun.

"Hey, Master Zhao, stop drawing crosses. Do you know what those iron pipes are?" Has, the Mongolian centurion who was responsible for protecting Sheng Zhao, was also confused. He walked to the official secretary Zhao Xiao, pushed him hard, and asked with wide eyes.

"It should be a secret, a secret weapon!" The chief clerk Zhao Xiao was drawing a cross while talking. "It's thicker than the barrel of a big musket, but it's a big musket! You all know that Zhu Tuhuo is a demon. Whatever or any strange thing can be made?"

"I asked you what it was, but I didn't ask about Zhu Butcher! Do you know?" Mongolian centurion Haas glared at his eyes and scolded him sternly.

"Yes, it's the pipe and iron plate!" Zhao Xiao, the chief clerk, was so scared that his legs were weak, and he quickly added loudly. "The pipe and iron plate, the pipe and iron plate are built together, so you can build a house. I know, they, they want to get close to the arrows. Use iron pipes and iron plates to build an arrow tower, so you don't have to worry about fire!"

Not to mention, he was really reliable in desperation. If the Red Turban soldiers were carried and carried by bamboo poles, wooden boards and ropes, weren’t they just the materials for the arrow tower? Thinking of this period, the county magistrate Sheng Zhao did not dare to delay any more. He immediately opened his voice and ordered loudly, "Bed crossbow, bed crossbow preparation. Aim at the latte pipes on the left wing of the enemy, shoot me, and shoot me!"

"Bed crossbow, the master ordered the bed crossbow to shoot. Aim at the enemy's left wing and shoot!" The messenger opened his voice and quickly spread the order throughout the eastern city wall.

"Yes!" The defenders on the faces of the two horses agreed, raised the wooden hammer and hit the launching mechanism of the crossbow. "Huh!" More than a dozen crossbow arrows, with the sound of the wind, whistled towards the left wing of the Red Turban Army, as fast as lightning.

However, this object was not lightning after all. The wooden crossbow rod was quickly affected by the dual influence of wind and gravity, and deviated from the established track with trembling, or plunged into the soil, or floated out of sight. Only two or three were approaching the target, but were blocked by the Huai'an sabre and shield soldiers who were walking in front of the team in time with a shield. With a "bang", the arrow edge entered the shield half a foot, and the arrow pole swayed back and forth tremblingly.

"Beep--!" Liu Ziyun, deputy commander of the first army, who was walking in the team, immediately blew the iron whistle hanging on his chest and stopped the entire team. Immediately afterwards, his loud voice sounded in the team, "According to the original plan, the artillery will be deployed on the spot in the battalion."

"The artillery is carried out on the spot in the battalion."

"The artillery is carried out on the spot in the battalion."

The personal soldiers who were specifically responsible for the orders held up iron horns and repeated the orders loudly over and over again. The three artillery battalion commanders who had been eager to try heard this and immediately ordered their brothers to pull off the cannon suits and push the cannon trucks. They divided the 90 four-jin cannons into three rows of ten steps away from the front and back, aimed at the two horse faces on the east side of Baoying City Gate and above the city wall between the two horse faces.

"Hu——" The giant crossbow continued to roar towards the position, most of which fell into the empty space. A small number were blocked by the sword and shield hands with shields. Only occasionally one or two could land at everyone's feet, splashing a bunch of dark yellow smoke and dust.

The well-trained artillery turned a blind eye to the giant crossbow that was close at hand. Under the command of each gunman, they fixed the cannon body in an orderly manner, loaded gunpowder, and pressed the projectiles. The whole set of actions was like flowing water.

"Yeah!" Liu Ziyun nodded with satisfaction by imitating Zhu Bashiyi's appearance. Then he put the whistle in his mouth again, blew it hard, then spit it out, and shouted loudly, "Fire the gun! One group of ten cannons, fire the round-robin! Within half a stick of incense, clean up the two horse faces and the crossbow on the city wall!"

"Boom!" Huang Laoer commanded a four-jin cannon and shot the first projectile first. It was high, and the solid projectile whizzed past the horse's face on the left. The defender above was so scared that his hands shook, and smashed the mallet on the crossbow cart that had just been pulled away before he had time to get on the crossbow arrow, and directly fired the empty cannon.

"Press the muzzle half an inch lower!" Huang Lao Er quickly jumped to the second cannon in the front row and shouted loudly.

"Yes!" The gunners agreed, working together to cushion the tail of the anti-aircraft gun with a sack filled with soil, and re-compacted it. After a few short breaths, the second projectile flew out of the muzzle, flew over a distance of 200 steps, and hit two feet below the battlement of the horse's face on the left, smashing a large pit in the city wall, and the soil fell.

"Low, raise the muzzle upwards and a little finger! Put it down, I'll do it!" Huang Lao Er took a deep breath, ran to the third cannon, and adjusted the angle by himself. His eyes were as bright as candlelight at night.

With the full cooperation of the brothers, the third cannon was quickly adjusted. It roared and sprayed out a huge iron projectile, which drew an arc in the air, hitting the middle of the horse's face, splashing a shrill mist of blood.

"Ah--!" The Meng Yuan soldiers who were lucky enough not to be affected ran away with their heads and retreated to the city walls on both sides of the horse's face. However, they were cut back with knives by the centurions on the city walls, "Don't panic, shoot me, shoot me with a crossbow! They can't shoot every gun so accurately. We won't be able to keep shooting. Shoot me, shoot me quickly! Whoever dares to run, I will kill him first!"

Under the threat of death, the officers and soldiers turned around and fled back to their horse's face, and rushed to row the oars, pulled out the crossbow arms again, and loaded the crossbow arrows. "Swoosh-swoosh-swoosh-swoosh-swoosh-swoo!" Several giant crossbows fell into the artillery position, splashing two blood flowers.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!" The artillery soldiers who had already figured out the approximate shooting angle immediately returned with bombardment. Dozens of hot iron projectiles fell on the city wall in front of the horse face and the city wall in front of the horse face, smashing large masses of blood mist and smoke.

"Architecture, fire the artillery! A group of ten artillery pieces, round the cycle!" Liu Ziyun excitedly waved the flag and ran back and forth around the artillery position. "In half a stick of incense, the faces of the two horses must be cleaned up. If outsiders are watching from behind, we cannot embarrass the governor!"

Outsiders naturally refer to Mao Gui and Fu Youde, as well as the soldiers under their command. Although they came to help in the war with each other, there was still an undercurrent of competing with the guest army. Especially the soldiers at the bottom of the class, from the speed of the march to the neatness of camping in the past few days, from the armor, weapons in their hands, to the spirit of their spirit when walking, I don’t know how many times they have compared in private. After all, the result of each time has made everyone stand taller.

This time, the same is true. Driven by pride, the artillery soldiers operated the artillery particularly smoothly. Whenever they heard the shouts of their own company commander, ten muzzles were spewing out of anger. Then, ten hot projectiles fell inside and outside the face of the horse opposite, smashing the defenders into tears and howling.

The defense side obviously did not have any experience in dealing with artillery, and was blown away several times. Then, under the organization of a thousand households, he ran back to the face of the horse again and tried to counterattack with a bed crossbow and a strong crossbow. However, at a distance of 200 steps, due to the dual influence of airflow and operator level, the bed crossbow and strong crossbow did not have any accuracy. However, with the number of iron projectiles fired by the Huai'an Army, with the advantage of numericality, there were always several projectiles that could fall in the target area in each round of volleys, which could be exposed and the defenders who operated the bed crossbow, smashed them into pieces.

Soon, there was no longer a complete crossbow on the horse's face on the left, and no longer any harassment was caused to the attacking party. Liu Ziyun quickly commanded the artillery to adjust the direction, aimed at the horse's face on the right, and bombarded again.

There is still no suspense in victory. There is a precedent for the corpse pillow on the left horse's face. The defenders on the right horse's face are all frightened. After only two or three rounds, they abandoned the expensive crossbow truck and ran to the nearby city wall.

"Adjust the muzzle, aim at the city wall, and give me ten rounds of slings!" Liu Ziyun nodded with satisfaction, turned around and looked at Huang Laoer, and shouted a loud command.

"Yes!" Huang Lao Er agreed, stuck out his butt and rushed towards the artillery closest to him again. Adjust the shooting angle and pointing of the muzzle, and treat the city wall as the next target of attack.

"Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!" Several four-pound cannons he arranged to calibrate were the first to fire. The projectiles either landed outside the city or inside the city, but none of them hit the top of the six-foot-wide city wall.

"Huh--!" At the top of the city wall, the soldiers who were crowded with dense squeezing breathed a sigh of relief and gently patted their chests with their hands. However, before they could finish their breath, the world suddenly darkened, and then more than a dozen hot bullets roared over, smashing inside and outside the city wall facing the gun, exploding dark yellow smoke and dust.

"Boom!" Then, there were ten iron projectiles. They either hit the surface of the earth-building city wall, and dust splashed. Or they happened to fall on the top of the city wall, smashing the unexpected defender to break the tendons and bones. Or they fell into the city, hitting the houses near the city wall, and opening huge skylights on the roof.

"Mom--!" A defender who was unfortunately killed by artillery shells, dragged his long blood and crawled on the city wall in despair.

"Brother--!" Several military men from salt genitals cried loudly around a corpse that could no longer be seen.

"Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!" More shells hit inside and outside the city wall, splashing yellow smoke. Although most of the projectiles fired in each round of shooting did not hit the crowd at the top of the city wall, the tragic situation of the wounded and the dead made the defenders lose their souls. Taking advantage of the centurion who was supervising the battle, the thousands of commanders ran away without paying attention.

"Stop, there is a supervising team on the horse road, and you will be dead if you run down!" The centurion and the thousands of men who supervised the battle had to use killing to maintain military discipline. However, the effect of killing was limited after all. Between staying and being shot by artillery shells and escaping and being knifed, the Meng Yuan soldiers were obviously more willing to choose the latter. Soon, there were only a few people left on the city wall that was concentrated in artillery fire. And all the soldiers who did not escape put their bodies tightly behind the sect. They covered their ears with their hands and shivered. No matter how the officers urged them, they refused to look up.

"Boom!" A shell hit the gunpowder box on the top of the city, causing a violent explosion. The huge gray-white mushroom cloud rose into the sky, soaring above the sky.

However, after the mushroom cloud was blown away by the wind, the city wall near the explosion site was only burned black. Not to mention that a large section of collapsed, even a decent gap could not be left.

"I have said a long time ago that it is very difficult to deal with the city wall with gunpowder!" Mao Gui shook his head regretfully, sighed and said to Fu Youde beside him.

"Yes, the gunners on the side of General Manager Zhu and the gunners on the side of General Manager Zhu are much better than ours!" Fu Youde was concerned about another hot topic. He used his fingers to dig his ears that were dulled by the sound of the cannon, and answered that the donkey's lips were incorrect.

"I mean, using gunpowder to blow up the city is destined to achieve half the result with twice the effort!" Mao Gui was so angry that he couldn't laugh and cry. He put his mouth to his ear and repeated loudly.

"What, you said gunpowder!" Fu Youde stared at the top of the city and answered irrelevantly, "Each gunpowder is the same. The recipes on the defenders on the city wall may be worse. But our Red Turban Army must be the same!"

"Forget it, I won't tell you!" Mao Gui was so angry that he had no choice but to mobilize his mount to walk away and continue to observe the rest of the Huai'an Army's movements. However, he suddenly discovered that just when his attention was attracted by the death bomb on the top of the city, Lian Laohei had already commanded the gun lifting battalion to a hundred steps away from the city wall. He spun off the triangle iron frame in an orderly manner, and 150 large gun lifting, which was expensive and extremely stupid, was launched.

"Swoosh!" On the city wall, guards shot several feather arrows from the shooting holes through the battlements of the city wall. Most of them were blown by the wind and flew away to the point of nowhere. There were only one or two of them, and they shot into the position of the gun-raising camp, and smashed a few sparks on the plate armor on everyone's chest.

"Grandma, you dare to fight back! Everyone, aim at me and beat me hard!" Lian Laohei was immediately angry in his heart. He raised his iron horn and ordered loudly.

"Bang!" The thirty guns placed in the front row immediately spewed out white smoke. They smashed the projectiles, one or two, half of the weight, into the battlement of the city wall.

Mars splashed, and the battlements of the city wall with blue bricks on the surface were actually smashed into countless small gaps by the bullets carrying the gun. The brick chips flying around fell on the faces of the soldiers behind the marches, and quickly teared open countless blood marks.

"Ah!" Several Meng Yuan soldiers could no longer bear the fear of not being able to repay their hands by being beaten. They stood up, ran away and ran away.

The blood immediately flew up from the city wall with the gunshots. The bullets shot from the big gun came to them from behind and punched their bodies in the opposite direction.

"Ah--!" The injured person who was on the verge of death tried his best to block the big hole in his chest with his hands, but he could not stop the plasma from gushing outward. In a blink of an eye, he fell down due to excessive blood loss.

"Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!" Another row of solid artillery shells hit the city, and cooperated with the gun, and the defenders ran away with their heads. Soon, they were facing the gun and artillery position and were more than three meters wide on the city wall, and they could no longer stand. Including the generals who supervised the battle, they all held their heads and fled to other locations of the city wall and near the enemy building, for fear that their parents would give them their legs too short.

"It turns out that lifting a gun can be used as a crossbow, and it is much lighter than a crossbow!" Fu Youde, who had walked forward more than a hundred steps outside the city wall, was so intoxicated that he turned his head and said to the air beside him.

After saying that, he realized that Mao Gui had disappeared. He quickly turned his head from the horse's back and watched. He saw that next to Liu Ziyun, deputy commander of the Huai'an New First Army, Mao Gui, the commander of Mengcheng, raised his scabbard and knocked and hit a huge iron chariot, and danced with excitement. The iron pipes and iron plates that were held in the hands of the soldiers had turned into the brackets and roofs of the chariot, which were fixed together by special iron clips, as stable as a rock.

"The demolition vehicle is ready. Ask the Grand Governor for instructions, can you go to demolish the city immediately?" Liu Ziyun, deputy commander of the First Army, turned around and greeted the messenger beside him.
To be continued...