Chapter 44 Contest (Part 1)

"Hu,." The personal soldiers and civil and military soldiers around him quietly breathed a sigh of relief, followed closely behind, retreated to the outside of the battlefield, and tried to stay away from the blue-gray walls of Jiangwan City.

Five hundred steps is already very safe. Although the Huaian Army's artillery range is long, it must be aimed with the naked eye. A distance of five hundred steps, the magic eagle hand that is one in a thousand dares not say that he can see a figure clearly, and his eyesight can only be considered as a Huaian gunner who is one in ten miles away.

But I am afraid of everything. What if God doesn't open his eyes and gets blinded by him, the dead have no place to buy regret medicine. So these days, as long as Dong Tuanxiao comes to the battlefield, his personal soldiers and civil servants will be covered in sweat. If it weren't for fear of this "Dong's head shaving"'s reputation for decisive killing, everyone would have escaped long ago and would not have gritted their teeth and struggled until now.

Their lives are precious and they cannot die in a daze under the artillery fire of the Huaian Army. However, the Han crossbow gunners in the team were not treated so well. In the direction of Dong Tuanxiao's retreat, more than forty crossbows carefully built by Semu craftsmen, and more than ten gun chariots seized from the hands of the princes of Red Treasures, were loosely arranged in a fan shape, pulled by the buffalo, and slowly approached the blue-gray cement wall of Jiangwan New City.

Thousands of elite Yuan army soldiers slowly followed more than twenty steps behind the crossbow and cannon carts. The Mongolians, Semu people, Khitans, and Han people, each of them looked solemn, and their formation was arranged very strangely, just like the scales on a fish, which were combined in a specific way by someone. Each piece of turtle was basically composed of thirty soldiers, and there was a huge gap between each two scales.

All four generals wearing the uniform of a thousand men, each riding a tall horse, shuttled back and forth through the team, and refused to stop for a moment.

They did this, on the one hand, to better boost morale, and on the other hand, to avoid becoming the target of the Huai'an Army gunner after they stopped. The emergence of firearms caused extremely huge changes in the rules of war. The more the middle and low-level generals on the front line of combat, the more they felt about it. Therefore, they had to force themselves to speed up their adaptation and keep up with this change, otherwise, they might soon become corpses.

"Bang." A lead bullet flew over four hundred steps and hit the crossbow truck. It scared the buffalo that pulled the truck so much that it stopped, and a low cry came out of its mouth, "Moo,."

"Sharpshooter, be careful with the Sharpshooter."

"Hold the shield, erect the shield."

Behind the crossbow, there was a panic clamor. Soon, someone rushed forward with a giant shield equipped with wooden wheels at the bottom, blocking the buffalo that was pulling the cart tightly.

"Bang." The second lead bullet flew over, hitting the center of the giant shield without any bias, and smashing a big hole into the surface of the giant shield wrapped in iron.

"Shield player, shield player, protects the cannon car, protects the cannon car, and bullets cannot penetrate the shield. At such a long distance, bullets cannot penetrate the shield." The four thousand-time captains also responded quickly, instigating the mounts, and while walking back and forth in their own team, they shouted commands.

More shields were raised, covering all the cannons and crossbows tightly. Now, Song Ke, the sharpshooter standing at the top of Jiangwan City, could not even see the shadow of the target. He was so angry that he cursed in a low voice and placed the rifled musket at his feet.

"Zhongwen, don't be anxious, they can't always hide behind the shield." Chen De, deputy commander of the Fourth Army, patted his shoulder and comforted him with a smile.

He liked the young master sent to the Fourth Army from the bottom of his heart. He did not talk about both civil and military affairs, but also had the style of an ancient hero. He never cared about trivial matters, nor did he cause any trouble for Wu Yongchun and him because of other trivial matters.

This is a rare encounter for Chen De, who has seen all kinds of life and death in the Mongolian and Yuan army and has once been intrigued by the world. As for Song Ke, the chief and historian, whether he is good at military affairs, it doesn't matter. Anyway, including the commander Wu Yongchun, the entire Fourth Army is learning and selling. As long as Song Ke is not deaf or blind, he will have a chance to catch up sooner or later.

"I'm trying to figure out how I can see if I can stop the crossbow cart two hundred steps away." Feeling the concern in Chen De's words, the commander of the Fourth Army, Shi Song Ke, turned around and reported in a low voice, ""I just saw with a telescope that these crossbow carts were like the ones that came over last time, and there were fire wires on the crossbow poles. If they were brought too close, I'm afraid that the brothers would suffer losses again."

"Difficult." Chen De thought about it and shook his head gently. "Although the range of the Shenji gun is long, there are not many people who can use it well here. Moreover, the reloading of this gun is too troublesome. If you have the ability to change the gun, the other party can walk at least twenty more steps forward."

He said it was all the truth. The rifled grenade gun was far superior to the smoothbore gun in terms of power and range. However, the weak points of the firearm's slow loading and complex operation were also exponentially amplified by it. In order to ensure the sealing of the gun chamber, each bullet must be coated with a thick layer of soft lead containing tin, and the size must be ensured to be close to the inner diameter of the musket. In this way, when loading the bullet, the shooter must use a special pass bar to push the bullet to the bottom little by little. When firing, in order to ensure that the bullet does not deviate from the target, he must also try to firmly hold the stock with his shoulders and stabilize the muzzle.

Therefore, although the rifled gun named Shenji Gun by the Dajiang Academy is better than the smoothbore gun, none of the five main troops in Huai'an are equipped too much, and they cannot stand the slow loading speed of the gun. In a short period of time, they cannot train enough sharp shooters.

"Transfer all the martial artists to me, organize a team using the Shenji guns separately, specifically responsible for dealing with long-distance targets." Song Ke's suggestion was rejected, but he was not discouraged at all. He quickly put forward the second suggestion, "They have more opportunities to touch the Thunder gun in the martial arts lecture hall, and their understanding is stronger than ordinary combat soldiers. If they exercise a few more times, even if this battle cannot play a role, they can still use it in the future."

"Well." Chen De pondered in a low voice. This suggestion made him feel a little moved. There are usually only two sources of students in the Chinese martial arts lecture hall. The first is the key seedlings selected from the combat troops, and the second is young students from Huaiyang who are determined to join the army. No matter which one is, their basic qualities and future prospects are far stronger than ordinary soldiers. Using them as reserve forces is really a bit like a killer. And if the students suffer too much, it will be difficult for him to explain in the future. It would be better to transfer them all to Song Ke, who led the students to fire cold guns at the enemy from afar.

Thinking of this, Chen De, deputy commander of the Fourth Army, nodded slightly, "I will transfer all the scholarship companies to you, and then transfer your two auxiliary soldiers to the company to load bullets and gunpowder for them. After a while, you will disperse them and try to arrange them in the enemy building, telling them not to be anxious, and there will be opportunities to make achievements in the future."

"Yes, I will understand." Song Ke stood up and gave Chen De a new style of raising his hand.

As the saying goes, "Don't need to be a heavy hammer for a loud drum." He understood the meaning of the other party's last two sentences very thoroughly, and in his previous statement, he also had the meaning of protecting these general seeds as much as possible, but he didn't explain it too clearly.

"Get the opportunity yourself, I won't interfere with your specific command later." Chen De smiled and raised his hand to return the salute, then turned his eyes to the soldiers around him, "Zheng Yi, go and help Song Changshi gather the team, Sun Liang, mobilize all the artillery for me, intercept the crossbow chariot, start from the trench at 250 steps, concentrate firepower to hit him one point, tell the brothers to be patient, fuck one, and then continue to do the next one."

"Yes." Jiang Zuo agreed in unison and then quickly went to perform the task.

"Yang Shouzheng, all the trolls are left to you to command, specifically to deal with the enemies who cross the moat. Before crossing the river, even if they shouted so hard, you wouldn't have anything to do."

"Iron Mark, you go and bring the musket ball, don't ask for accuracy, just speed, and fight against the people on the ladder, as fast as you can."

"Mumhamed, you bring a battalion auxiliary soldier who is responsible for pouring hot tinder oil. That thing was passed down by your Semen people. No one here is better at it than you."

"Liu Hulu"

"Ran Thirty-Five"

The orders like flowing water were transmitted from Chen De's mouth, and then quickly passed into the ears of his generals and subordinates. The generals and subordinates either held their fists to perform old rituals, or raised their arms to perform new military salutes, each taking their own orders and quickly proceeding to prepare. Before the new round of enemy attacks came, polish the knife, cannon and musket, slap the nails, rolling wood, thunderstones and turbulent barrels were neatly installed.

The enemy troops outside the city keenly felt the powerful murderous intent from above their heads, and all accelerated their pace, and at the same time arranged the formation more and more loose. There were absolutely no more than ten people around each crossbow and gun chariot. Each crossbow and gun chariot had at least six feet away. This was the best propulsion formation they had tested with their lives of countless robes. Even if some of the unlucky people happened to be hit by a flowering bullet from the city wall, the surrounding accomplices would not be affected. However, when launching an attack, the power would be affected to a certain extent. It was difficult for them to maintain a uniform and uniform structure like a tight formation.

"Boom." "Boom." "Boom." "Boom." "Boom." "Boom." When the ten crossbows walking in the front crossed a filled trench on the ground, the six-pound rifled cannon placed on the city wall turret, they took the lead in showing their power, and shot a round of flowering bullets through two hundred and fifty steps.

Without any aiming equipment, even the rifled gun is still limited in accuracy. Especially for moving targets, whether it can achieve success depends entirely on luck.

It is obvious that the luck of the Fourth Army was consumed too much in the battle just now, and the rest was not enough to create miracles again. Five of the six high-speed shells fell on the open space, and five large holes with black holes were blown up in vain. Only one of them was touched. Before the lead was burned out, it immediately overturned it to the ground. The thick crossbow arrow exploded on the spot. With a bang, the buffalo pulling the cart and the surrounding Meng Yuan soldiers were shattered.

The Yuan army around was shocked and the speed of the crossbow chariots was immediately slowed down. At this moment, more than twenty projectiles fired by four-jin rifled cannons and four-jin smoothbore cannons roared and fell densely near the previous explosion point, causing thick smoke and dust.

"Crack." A four-pound lead-wrapped projectile hit the ground and jumped up, drew a strange fold line in the air, and smashed heavily on a giant shield with a round wheel at the bottom.

The giant shield that could resist the bullets, but could not resist the projectiles fired by the cannon, was immediately reduced to a pile of wood chips. The high-speed rotating shells were still in full swing. They continued to draw strange lines and passed through the team behind the giant shield. The buffalo who was pulling the cart, the crossbowman responsible for aiming, the sign head responsible for ignition and supervising the battle, and the other unlucky ghost beside the sign head, all of them were broken and broken.

"Boom." "Boom." "Boom." The other three flowering bullets drilled near a crossbow cart behind and exploded one after another. The huge smoke and dust threw the buffalo pulling the truck and the crossbow rod on the cart into the air. The black gunpowder contained in the crossbow rod fell down like sand. Before the ground, they were ignited by the Mars caused by the shells again, and suddenly turned into a huge ball of light, expanding, until the explosion was cracked. "Suddenly,." Another crossbow cart was wrapped in and released a series of death explosions, "Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom bo

When the smoke of gunpowder was blown away by the wind, the soldiers from both sides of the enemy and us could see clearly the scene near the attack point again. Three crossbows were completely erased from the world. One was erased, and more than twenty unlucky Meng Yuan soldiers. The six surviving soldiers who were lucky enough to die of gunpowder were standing alone between several charred craters, neither crying nor dodging, and completely turned into six walking corpses.

"Don't stand there, hurry up, their cannons need to be reloaded." Seeing that the situation was not good, Han Er, the commander of the thousand-time man, was the first to react, and rode his horse to the first row of crossbows, waving his steel knife and shouting.

"Crack, Crack, Crack" The first row of crossbows continued to move forward. The entire team was awakened from the shock and slowly pushed forward. Seeing this, Han Er, the commander of the thousand-time men, stood up on the horse's back with satisfaction and waved his arms to several other colleagues, "Don't be afraid, everyone will be together."

"Wu, wu, wu, wu, wu, wu, wu," a large string of muskets came through the air. The next moment, Han Er, the commander of thousands, suddenly lowered his head and looked at him and his lower abdomen, and six blood springs emerged.

"Ah,." He dropped his weapon, screamed and blocked it with his fingers, but it was useless. The strength of his body was quickly pulled away through the six bullet holes, the sky above his head was quickly amplified, and the sound of trumpets in the distance became clearer, "Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

It's like a wild wolf missing from the ground calling on his companion who has gone away,
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