Chapter 47 Contest (Part 2)

A sudden autumn rain will slowly extinguish the battle in a white-hot state.

Firearms are afraid of water, which is already a fact that both the enemy and the enemy know, but the power of bows and arrows will be greatly reduced in the rain. What's more, at the top of Jiangwan city, there is a small enemy building with a roof on it with more than thirty steps. The gunmen and gunners standing inside do not have to worry about the gunpowder being wet. If they continue to linger, the attacker is equivalent to killing them in vain.

"Dangdangdangdangdangdangdang." The hoarse sound of the gong spread throughout the battlefield through the autumn rain. The soldiers of Meng Yuan, who were in a dilemma on the moat, immediately retreated in panic after hearing this, and in a blink of an eye, they left cleanly.

"Oh, oh, oh." A wave of relief cheers broke out above the city wall, breaking the enemy's good dream again. The Huaian warriors raised the steel knives and muskets in their hands high into the air, and braved the autumn water falling from the sky and demonstrated loudly in the direction of the opponent's evacuation.

"I'm afraid that when the rain stops, Dong Tuanxiao will come back immediately." In the enemy building directly above the city gate, the commander of the Fourth Army, Shi Songke, did not join the cheering crowd, put down the already hot Shenji gun, and reminded Chen De with concern.

In the previous battle, he brought a company of scholars and used the Shenji gun to greatly damage the Yuan army, but the opponent's tenacity also left a very deep impression on him, especially the Maohulu soldiers from Liangzhe. Judging from their eyebrows, they were clearly Han people, but they seemed to have some irreconcilable blood feud with the Huaian Army, one after another, and they were even more daring to fight to the death than the Mongols and Semu people.

In Dong Tuanxiao's hands, there are four complete teams of 10,000 people in his hands. They have been fighting for a long time, and the situation is really not optimistic.

"No, at worst, I can withdraw all the people in the city to the warships, and then burn all the workshops with fire." Chen De, deputy commander of the Fourth Army, immediately felt a bit of ferocity that was unique to the people of the martial arts world. He smiled and said very proudly, "As long as the people are still there, we can build a new city in less than a few months, and Dong Zhe got a ruin and could not get people, so he was destined to be happy."

Although he was very proud, deep down, he obviously did not have much chance of winning. The strength of the enemy and us was too different. Dong Tuanxiao had more than 50,000 combat soldiers alone, and there was a Fang family army next to him who was accomplice of the tiger. In Jiangwan New City, the total of the school soldiers was only more than 3,000, and more than 1,000 were auxiliary soldiers eliminated during training.

"When Commander Wu, after it gets dark, should I send someone to contact me?" Hearing the determination in Chen De's words, Song Ke thought for a while and continued to remind him, "The canal has been blocked by Fang Guzi for several days. If we don't send messages back, I'm afraid Commander Wu will be in a hurry."

"No need, we have been working together for so long. He knows who I am. At this critical moment, forcing people to break through and deliver letters is likely to cause misunderstandings." Chen De smiled and continued to shake his head gently.

The water surface of the canal is too narrow, and the warships of the Huai'an Army are too large. Therefore, when both sides of the strait were captured by the Fang family army, which was familiar with water warfare, sending ships to Yangzhou to convey the message, which is equivalent to sending artillery to Fang Guzi for nothing.

Neither he nor Zhu Qiang, the navy commander, would do this kind of meaningless thing. However, Song Ke's reminder was wrong. Not reporting safety to Yangzhou for a long time would indeed cause many unnecessary speculations. Thinking of this, Chen De, the commander of the Fourth Army, suddenly stretched out his arm, pointed to the outline of the enemy who had been separated from the rain curtain, and shouted, "Come on, collect all the six-pound cannons, solid bullets, and three-wheeled rapid fire to see off the person named Dong."

"Preparation of gun positions, one, two, three, four, and five, two, twenty degrees southeast, forty-five degrees elevation angle, listen to my gunshots, three-wheeled rapid fire, transmission." Sun Liang, the leader of the cannon regiment who had just been trained in the martial arts hall for a short period of time in summer, raised the red flag in his hand and waved hard at the nearby enemy building.

"The second gun position is ready, 20 degrees southeast to the south, 45 degrees elevation angle, three rounds of rapid fire after listening to the gunshots."

"The third gun position is ready, 20 degrees southeast to the south, 45 degrees elevation angle, three rounds of rapid fire after listening to the gunshots."

"The fourth gun position is ready, 20 degrees southeast to the south, 45 degrees elevation angle, three rounds of rapid fire after listening to the gunshots."

The heads of artillery soldiers in the enemy building waved pennant flags and passed Sun Liang's orders one by one. Soon, the five enemy building on the south side of the eastern city wall raised dark muzzles. The loader dragged out the powder barrels from under the oil cloth, cut the sack marked with numbers, and poured a whole bag of gunpowder into the muzzle.

The loader followed closely and coated the surface with a thick layer of soft lead shell, stuffed it into the barrel, and then used a wooden stick with a prototype pallet at the top to compact it. The first gunner quickly adjusted the angle, the second gunner blew the frost made of moxa velvet and hung the firing hammer again. The artillery standing next to him carefully checked the head, then raised another orange pennant high, "Report, the No. 5 gun position is ready."

"Report, the No. 4 gun position is ready."

"Report, No. 3"

"Well,." Listening to the response from afar, the cannon leader Sun Liang nodded proudly, then he picked up a short gun filled with gunpowder from his side and pulled the trigger at the boundless Qiuyu.

"Bang." A thick smoke spewed out of the muzzle, and the crisp sound of gunfire penetrated the heavy rain curtain.

"Boom! Boom! Boom, Boom, Boom." Five six-pound rifled guns shot a row of black bullets at the back of the Dong family army. No one stopped to watch the results. In fact, even if there was a lucky result, it would not cause too much casualties to the Dong family army. All the gunners, according to the procedures they mastered during normal training, immediately began to clean the gunboat, reload gunpowder and projectiles, adjust the angle, and then, the neat report sounded again among the five enemy buildings.

"Report, the No. 5 gun position is ready."

"Report, the No. 4 gun position is ready."

"Report, No. 3"

"Boom! Boom! Boom, Boom, Boom." Another row of mighty cannons sounded like rolling thunder in midsummer. In the heavy rain, the figure of the Dong family army showed signs of chaos, although in the cold wind and rain, the projectile could not jump again after it landed on the ground.

In Jiangwan New City, the gunners still did not stop and wait and see. They should load ammunition and adjust the ammunition position. They each perform their duties and continue to repeat the steps of the previous round skillfully, with clear rhythm and meticulous movements.

"Boom! Boom! Boom, Boom, Boom." The third round of volleys quickly exploded, passing through the boundless wind and rain, proclaiming the existence of an iron army.

They were not defeated, and Jiangwan New City was still firmly in their hands.

They were not afraid, and they were full of fighting spirit from top to bottom.

No matter how many enemies there are, in front of this iron-cast team, they are all paper-paste targets. They look glorious for a while and will not take too long to be beaten back to the prototype.

"Crack." A huge lightning suddenly slashed from the sky, illuminating the firm faces on the top of the city.

"Boom, rumbling, rumbling." Behind the dark clouds, there were thunder and cannons. Amid the rolling thunder, the commander of the Fourth Army, Shi Songke, suddenly felt full of passion.

I had thought too much just now, and Dong Tuanxiao would never be able to take over Jiangwan City. From the beginning, the ending of this battle was actually written. A group of soulless wild dogs, even if the team was large, was still a group of wild dogs. If they hit them hard, they would clamp their tails and run away in panic.

But at the top of Jiangwan city, there were tall people standing, who were used to being straightened, so it was impossible for them to bend down again.

"Room, rumble, rumble."

"Room, rumble, rumble."

The thunder became more and more urgent, like a golden drum urging war.

Autumn in Lianghuai was not a thundering season, but it was from evening to late at night, and it was endless.

One by one, lightning flashed from the air, illuminating the tall and wide enemy building on the south gate of Yangzhou City, and the not-so-burly back in the enemy building.

A four-wheeled carriage drove over the street in the heavy rain and drilled straight into the doorway under the city wall. After a moment, a figure rushed up to the city from the horse road, rushed into the enemy building in three steps and raised his hand to salute to the solemn man under the light, "Report, General Wu, General Lu Changshi has something to ask for his opinion."

"Let him come in." Wu Yongchun, the commander of the Fourth Army, raised his hand and returned the standard Zhushi military salute, loudly ordered, then frowned again, quickly replenished, "Wait, I'll go to the door to greet him, you hurry up and help him, the old man's legs are inconvenient."

"Boy, what are you talking about? How could I be so old?" Before he finished speaking, the unique rebuttal of Shi Lu Luzen, deputy director of the Huaiyang General Administration, sounded outside the enemy building. It was a little mute, but full of energy.

"Sir, why are you here if you don't take charge of the General Administration?" Wu Yongchun heard this and quickly walked over and went to hold the old man's arm with his own hands. "Be careful, the ground is slipping, the rain is a bit heavy. They ran around, making the door full of water."

"You might as well, you're busy with yours, I'll just come and have a look." Lu Lu Zeng smiled and waved his hand gently.

He was kind enough, but Wu Yongchun, the commander of the Fourth Army, did not dare to neglect. While reaching out to remove the straw raincoat on the old man's shoulder, he shouted, "Hurry up, light up the brazier and let sir bake it. Lao Zhao, come here and help me hang the straw raincoat."

"No, no, no, don't have to work so hard. I'll stand here for a while and I'll get to go somewhere else soon." Lu Lu Zeng smiled and waved his hand, then added in a low voice.

"Then, let's have a little hot tea first." Wu Yongchun nodded, walked to the corner of the wall with his own hands, picked up the teapot nest wrapped in thick straw, poured a bowl of strong tea for the old man, and then held it over with both hands.

Yu Gong and Lu Lu were once above him and deserved his respect. His official name was chosen by the old man, equivalent to half a disciple, so there was nothing wrong with treating him with the courtesy of serving his elders.

However, the old man obviously did not come to show off his elders' airs. He took a few sips of hot tea, then looked at the night sky illuminated by lightning outside, and suddenly asked, "Twenty-two, over Jiangwan, does the No. 1 emergency plan need to be activated?"
Chapter completed!