Chapter 62: The ultimate sound (Central)

"Boom." "Boom." "Boom." Another round of six-pound shells broke through the air, landing inside and outside the city wall, causing large masses of smoke and dust.

The poisonous smoke produced by burning croton, arsenic, dogwood, pepper and other substances is not too lethal to the Ni family army's warriors, but it seriously affects the sight of the artillery operators farther away, making the already very ordinary accurate head become more and more vague. Most of the shells did not even touch the city wall, and only ugly pits were blown out on the ground inside and outside the city wall.

"Hurry up, hurry up, don't panic, follow one by one." While the sight of the gunners of the Ni family army was blocked by poisonous smoke, Chen Youliang's good brother Zhang Bixian led a thousand large gunmen and rushed up the city wall along the horse path.

During the running, the entire Thousand-Person team quickly divided into three layers. The first layer of soldiers pushed away the soldiers who were dizzy by the shelling, and poked out the top of the city through the shooting holes on the bushel.

The soldiers on the second floor quickly squatted down and guarded the big gun in their hands between their arms and chest. The third floor robe also imitated the second floor and squatted decisively. The tassels on the head were as neat as the wheat field in midsummer.

In the history of Zhu Dapeng's time and space, except for the strange flower of "I Qing", the Chinese nation has never refused to accept foreign technology. The same is true for the time and space where Zhu Chongjiu is. After discovering the huge power of the barrel cannon, almost all the princes began to work hard to build their own firearms. The large guns in the hands of Zhang Bixian and others were the best among all products.

Unlike the Huai'an Army, who blindly pursues shooting speed and accuracy, the developers of large guns highlight the coverage of this object. Each large gun can hold one and a half to two taels of gunpowder, and another forty or fifty "cannons" are pressed into the muzzle. Within about thirty steps, it is absolutely necessary to sweep the whole piece. Even if the other party is wearing double-layer cowhide armor, if it is shot into the chest, abdomen, etc., it is difficult to escape the fate of piercing the intestines and rotting the belly. (Note 1)

"Quick, hurry up, carry the injured brother down and wipe the blood here clean." Immediately after the musketeers, there were a group of well-armored imperial guards, each with pale faces. Under the command of the centurion in the team, they quickly carried away the robes that were injured or killed in the artillery battle just now, and then splashed the ground with large buckets of cold water to prevent the blood from affecting the morale of other participants.

In the enemy building and horse face, the gunners of the four-jin cannon continued to fire poisonous bullets at the enemy, trying to cause trouble for the attacking side. The gunners of the six-jin cannon took advantage of the pause of enemy artillery attacks and quickly cleared their own gun chambers, dipped them in mops to the urine of livestock, and forced the cannons to cool down. Their actions were orderly and distinct.

"Lighten the moxa velvet." Zhang Bi first looked out of the city with an iron helmet painted on the surface, and then continued to issue orders.

"Lighten moxa velvet." "Lighten moxa velvet." Several centurions under his command took turns repeating, and relayed the orders throughout the entire western city wall.

The dry mugwort rope as thick as a finger was quickly ignited, and a rich fragrance surged on the top of the city, dispelling the smell of human blood and the smell of animal urine. The well-trained big gunmen gently pinched the mugwort rope to their respective helmets' ear protection, then lowered their heads, and continued to observe the enemy through the shooting holes of the arrow pile. Everyone's movements were extremely skillful.

""Swish,,,,,." "Swish,,,,,." "Swish,,,,." "Boom." The gunners of the Ni family army were obviously unwilling to let their soldiers bear the pressure alone. At the risk of accidentally hurting themselves, they poured projectiles on the city wall again. However, the effect of this round of shelling was not as good as the previous round. Almost all the shells separated from the expected target, leaving white spots on the bluestone strips outside the city wall in vain.

"It's impolite to come but not go, and beat me hard." Chen Youliang rushed to the second floor of the enemy stairs and shouted orders at his gunner.

"Yes." The gunman of several six-jin cannons agreed in unison, and then, with his condescending advantage, quickly corrected the muzzle and aimed at the Ni family army's position outside the city.

"General No. 1 is ready."

"General No. 2 is ready."

"General No. 3 is ready."

The sound of a clean and neat report quickly came back to Chen Youliang's ears. The latter nodded with satisfaction, raised his right hand high, and then waved it down hard, "Fire a gun."

"Bang" There was a loud bang like the sky collapsed and the earth cracked. Five thick smoke pushed the huge fireballs and flew out. It crossed more than 600 steps and was divided into five directions: front, back, left and right, and middle, at the same time, turning around and going downward.

"Boom, boom, boom, boom." Five thick smoke pillars, filled with flower stamens, soared into the air. Then, another huge "boom." A ball of black flames rolled upwards, throwing the broken wooden boxes, limbs of men and artillery wreckage everywhere.

"I hit it, I hit it." An excited cheer sounded on the second floor of the enemy building and the city wall at my feet. A huge explosion had just occurred in the artillery array of the Ni family army. Experienced soldiers could clearly judge that this was the consequence of the box containing gunpowder being hit directly by the shells. Although the final casualties cannot be judged, after experiencing this disaster, the gunners of the Ni family army must be frightened and never dared to be as arrogant as before.

"When you fight well, just do this, I don't believe it anymore. Those with the surname Ni can still play with us." Chen Youliang was very good at boosting morale, and moved his steps, quickly ran through behind a few six-pound cannons, and at the same time used his palm to fight the gunner's palm in the air. "Let's go, don't worry about gunpowder, beat the person named Ni away. I will upgrade each of you to a third level."

"General Xie." The gunners responded excitedly, regardless of whether Chen Youliang's promise could be fulfilled in the end. Anyway, being able to fight side by side with General Jinwu and destroying the enemy's cannons with his own hands is enough for everyone to brag about for the rest of their lives, even if they die immediately, there is no regret.

"Be careful,." A personal soldier rushed forward and pressed Chen Youliang under him.

"Boom." A small flower bullet shot from close range exploded three steps away from him. The hot air waves were wrapped in shrapnel and gravel, and shot around, sweeping several gunners to the ground at the same time.

"General, General." Someone exclaimed in a low voice, rushed to the second floor of the enemy stairs with his shield, flipped over the bloody personal soldiers, and took out Chen Youliang from under the corpse.

"Don't shout, it's indisrupting our morale, I will kill you." Chen Youliang jumped up, grabbed the battle flag in the enemy building with his own hands, poked out of the city, and shook it back and forth, "Break back and blow them to death, I will stand here, I don't believe he can fight."

"Be careful, General." The commander Zhang Dingbian and the commander Zou Pusheng rushed forward, picked up Chen Youliang, rushed down the enemy stairs without saying a word, and penetrated into the lower wall.

The battle flag was inserted back to its original place by the personal soldiers and continued to fly in the evening river breeze. However, the short moment just now swung, greatly aroused the morale of the defenders on the top of the city. Suddenly, more than a dozen four-jin cannons turned the gun mouth at the same time, and suddenly launched a counterattack towards the enemy's phalanx outside the city, "Boom, Boom, Boom." "Boom, Boom, Boom." The sound of projectiles fired endlessly.

The Ni family army pushed forward in the cart with four kilograms. They took advantage of the sneak attack, but soon they were defeated because of the lack of reliable cover around them. The soldiers and soldiers who had tears on their faces were smoked by the "poisonous smoke" quickly opened the distance between them under the command of the centurion and the commander of the thousand-man, and rushed towards the city wall with bombardment by artillery shells. They had carts in their hands, ladders in their hands, and large guns, powerful crossbows and other magical weapons. As long as they were allowed to advance to the right distance, they could immediately return their colors to the defenders.

The rapidly becoming sparse team made the number of soldiers on the attacking side appear very large. The four kilograms of shells shot from the city can always take one or two lives each time, but compared with the huge number of soldiers, it seems very insignificant. With his familiarity with the performance of firearms and rich combat experience, the soldiers of the Ni family army got closer and closer to the city wall. Soon, they advanced from more than 200 steps to within fifty steps. Iron pipes with arms were also raised by them, and the tail of the pipe was supported on the ground, and the body of the pipe was tilted forward. Under the pipe, there were two support made of fine iron.

"Big gunman, fire." Zhang Bixian made a quick decision and issued a shooting order first, "Big gunman, fire." The messenger repeated loudly, while quickly pulling a red pennant with bullets on his head. The big gunmen who had been waiting for him received the order and quickly pressed the moxa velvet on the fire line at the back of the gun barrel. He lit up the sparks and ran forward, drilling into the gun barrel, and then triggered a series of thunder.

"Hundreds of big guns, hunds, hunds, hunds, hunds, hunds, hunds, hunds, hunds, hunds, hunds, hunds, hunds, hunds, hundreds of large guns were exerted at the same time, and the momentum was like storm. A scarlet cloud, dragged the dense projectiles from the city, smashing into the Ni family army under the city wall, cutting the target off a whole layer.

Before the screams came back to the city, Zhang Bixian had already jumped up again, pointed at the enemy under the city, and shouted loudly, "Change the gun, change the person, and bomb it for me, so that even his mother could not recognize him."

"Substitute, substitute, substitute." The command was heard by the centuries' relay. The big gunman, who had just fired a round, pulled his weapons and rolled back quickly. The second-level soldiers following him rushed forward to make up for the position, poking hundreds of other large guns out of the arrow holes and aimed at the enemy outside the city.

"Boom, Boom, Boom, Boom, Boom, Boom, Boom," the continuous shooting sounded again, causing blood to light under the city. Countless "Room soldiers" wearing red scarves were shot and fell down. The smokey face was full of confusion.

Note 1: In the rebel army at the end of the Yuan Dynasty, pipe firearms were widely used. Records of large and small guns were everywhere. In addition to the criticism of the loading speed, the lethality and strike area of ​​these firearms were far greater than that of bows and arrows during close combat.
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