"Run me, hurry up and fill all the trenches!" Li Ruitai shouted loudly...
The Tartars brought unprecedentedly powerful troops this time, with a total of 500,000 people. Of course, there were a large number of cannon fodders, including Han people, Manchu people, and many prisoners to be punished.
Li Lutai is very cruel. He is not polite at all when he uses these people. He personally led his subordinates to serve as the supervision team, and each of them has a sharp ghost-headed knife in his hand.
The cannon fodder was urged, pushed the wheelbarrow, carried a bag full of sand and gravel, and rushed towards the periphery of Handan. It was as dark as the tide was rushing, boundless. The group of people shouted loudly, as if they were brave enough to give themselves courage.
There were layers of trenches in front of them, and behind the trenches, there was an An**'s unique chest wall. Although I couldn't see the scene behind the chest wall, a strong murderous aura had already condensed on the battlefield!
"Run!" The cannon fodders shouted loudly and ran wildly.
Xiong Xin held up the telescope and saw everything in his eyes. A cruel smile gradually appeared on the corner of his mouth.
"shooting!"
In an instant, countless muskets poked out from behind the chest wall, and the black muzzle pointed at the Tartars a hundred steps away. The gunshots were loud and the smoke filled the air. Those who rushed in front had no time to dodge, and they hit them all in one go and fell down.
The living Tartars looked around blankly, with nowhere to hide, and they were exposed to the fire of the muskets.
Bang bang! Bang bang bang!
This is the unique sound of An** new type of musket. In addition to pursuing shooting farther and more accurately, Gu Zhenhua also specifically requested the development of some killing muskets.
During several battles, the Tartars adopted intensive human-sea tactics. According to their charge characteristics, An** specially developed a super-large-caliber musket.
Made with cooked iron, the root of the musket is 2 inches and 6 cm in diameter, the muzzle is 1 inch and 5 cm in diameter, and the total length of the gun body is 9 feet and 3, which is nearly one zhang. Fill 2-4 taels of gunpowder and fill 1-3 kilograms of iron sand or date pit nails.
During combat, use thick black incense to ignite the ignition, use the two poles together, and fire the ignition one after another. The killing distance is 100-150 meters, the fan surface is 20-30 meters, and within a range of 50 meters, it can penetrate the human body and break an inch thick wooden board.
This kind of musket is actually the original super-large shotgun. In terms of the killing effect, it is even more powerful than the tiger squat cannon. When it was just made and the first time it was shot, two muskets were fired at the same time, killing more than ten fat pigs.
All the people who participated in the gun making that day, each carrying half a fan of pork and happily went home.
After receiving the report, Gu Zhenhua was overjoyed. Speaking of this large-sized musket, the large-lift pole in later generations, had the same effect. After seeing the powerful lethality, Gu Zhenhua personally named the rainstorm gun. It was equipped with powerful equipment in the army.
The Tartars were obviously not as advanced as Japanese armed forces. Facing An**'s muskets, they were destined to suffer a great loss. Xiong Xin had a total of forty rain guns in his hands, shooting the Tartars in heavy armor. Perhaps this kind of musket was not good, but facing cannon fodder without a piece of armor, it was the best weapon of killing.
Deafening sounds sounded, and each shot set off a metal storm beside the Tartars. The scattered iron sand nails easily penetrated into their bodies and shattered flesh and blood.
A Tartar face was hit by more than a dozen scattered iron sand, and his face was blown away, his eyes splattered, and his nose and mouth could not be separated. He only saw a clot of blood, which twitched and fell to the ground.
The Tartars were hit on the abdomen, their belly was torn, and their intestines were pierced and their stomachs were rotten. They staggered for a few steps, and then fell heavily to the ground.
After the smoke of gunpowder disappeared, Xiong Xin was also shocked by the residual image in front of her. The three or four hundred Tartars were all submerged in a pool of blood. Some were killed by the bomb, some could not move, and could only howl in pain, while others were covered in blood, struggling and crawling on the ground. They left deep blood. After a few steps, they fell to the ground and could no longer move!
In one round of attacks, more than 400 Tartars were killed by an average of ten Tartars, which is probably the most efficient massacre ever!
The Tartars behind were completely frightened by the terrifying scene of broken limbs and legs. They actually forgot to move forward and stood there stupidly, like a target.
Xiong Xin would not give them a chance to be stunned. With a wave of his hand, the other musketeers and grenadiers also opened fire together. The explosion rumbling, and the Tartars quickly decreased. Some timid Tartars simply retreated quietly, not wanting to die at all.
Li Lutai, who was supervising the battle, had long been shocked by An**'s methods. He knew that it was normal for these people to play any tricks. For the sake of the present, he could only move forward bravely and never retreat. You must know that Dorgon was still waiting for his good news! If not, he would be afraid that he would hand over his head.
"kill!"
Li Ruitai jumped forward like a crazy beast, and waved the ghost-headed knife in his hand, and the blade flipped over his neck. A human head jumped more than three feet high. A full of blood sprinkled on Li Ruitai's chest. He looked like a ghost.
"Everyone listens, don't retreat, just move forward, take a step back, and kill without any hesitation!"
The other supervisor teams were not polite, and rushed up one after another, chopping up more than a dozen soldiers who were flinching forward. There were brutal weapons in front and even more fierce supervisor teams behind. These cannon fodders were full of sandwich biscuits, so they could only continue to rush forward.
Stepping on the flesh and blood of their companions, they approached the trench bit by bit. Finally, a Tartar threw the sandbag on his shoulder into the trench. He felt relieved and turned around and was about to escape.
At this moment, the rainstorm gun was finally installed again. Although it was amazingly lethal, the rainstorm gun was still a big problem. It takes at least five times more time than an ordinary musket.
If weight factor is taken into account, this amazing musket is actually a waste of money in field battles. No wonder the Qing army equipped with a large lifting pole is not a rival to the Eight-Nation Alliance.
However, in the late Ming Dynasty, this kind of gun was still very useful. Whether it was used to defend the city or deal with infantry that charged on a large scale, it was a must-have for killing and robbing people!
Another round of gunfire, and the Tartars fell down a large area again. However, after the first baptism, these Tartars were no longer so scared. The living people continued to move forward and threw bags of sand into the trench.
Xiong Xin knew that without the obstruction of the trench, the Tartars could not be blocked by the chest wall. Moreover, after his estimate, the battle just now killed at least 1,500 Tartars, and hundreds of people were injured. An *** had only three injured, two of whom were injured by the fire of the heavy rain gun, and one was sprained ankle, and the casualties were almost negligible!
An ** retreated easily. After paying an astonishing price, the Tartars finally seized the outermost trench. Li Lutai only had victory and no loss. Anyway, no matter how much cannon fodder died, he would not feel sorry for him. He continued to urge the Tartars to rush forward. Before night, he would make a big spur to kill the city of Handan!
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"Mr. Fan, what do you think Gu Zhenhua wants to do?"
Fan Wencheng frowned. Outside the military camp, there was a rumbling sound of cannons. Both sides were fighting bloody battles, but Fan Wencheng was also confused by Gu Zhenhua.
"The old minister thought Gu Zhenhua should have wanted to be the emperor, so he attacked Zhu Ming. But the old minister thought that he was unwise to do so!"
"Oh? Mr. Fan, please speak!"
"Put yourself in your shoes. If I were Gu Zhenhua, in the face of the war, shouldn't we be united and deal with it together? He actually took the initiative to provoke internal struggles. Those ministers loyal to Zhu Ming were all powerful and talented, with outstanding reputations. If they joined forces, they would definitely be a strong force. Is Gu Zhenhua so arrogant that he still thinks that he doesn't have enough enemies?"
After hearing Fan Wencheng's words, Dorgon stood up, walked back and forth a few times, and said thoughtfully: "Mr. Fan, you may not have seen Gu Zhenhua's intentions clearly! If Gu Zhenhua dares to do this, he must be fully prepared. Moreover, from the content of the discussion, Gu Zhenhua's staring at it seems that he is not Zhu Ming, but imperial power, not a disadvantage, but a Taoist throne! He wants to completely change the day and create another world."
Fan Wencheng seemed to be a little older and could not keep up with Dorgon's thinking. He said in confusion: "So true. If Gu Zhenhua succeeds, wouldn't he be at the peak of his life and be in a difficult situation?"
"Hahaha, he doesn't have this opportunity. Mr. Fan, in the eyes of you literati, Emperor Zhu Ming is important, or is the inheritance of Taoism important?"
"Of course it is the Taoist dynasty!" Fan Wencheng said without hesitation: "To this day, there have been many dynasties, and there is no court that has lasted for thousands of years, only the Taoist dynasty!"
"Well said it! Mr. Fan, you immediately arrange personnel to contact the officials of the Ming Dynasty. Gu Zhenhua disrespects the Taoist tradition and disrespects Confucius and Mencius, which is no longer the orthodox Chinese. My Qing Dynasty is the hope of the world and the hope of inheriting the Taoist tradition!" Dorgon said proudly: "As long as one or two ministers can be brought over to the Qing Dynasty, it will be a fatal blow to Gu Zhenhua. If the morale is reversed, my Qing Dynasty will not be worried about defeating it!"
Boom boom boom, accompanied by a strong explosion, Dorgon showed Prince Rui's keenness, and a storm that shocked the Ming Dynasty was brewing.
"Run, rush into the city and reward ten thousand gold!" Li Ruitai's hoarse voice kept roaring.
Suddenly, a row of sports cars were pushed up from behind the Tartars, and a group of Western priests with crosses stood behind the cannons.
"My children, in order to spread the gospel of the Lord and to make the earth of the East belong to the glory of the Lord, I command you to fire!"
The missionary Sherford shouted in a bewitching voice, followed by a sound of cannons, hail-like shells hit An**.
boom!
A shell hit the city tower of Handan and exploded. Four or five soldiers were killed. Li Dingguo, who was not far away, was also hit by the splashed stones. There must be a big bag inside, but he couldn't control it. He only had one thought left in his mind: Blossom bullet, Blossom bullet!
"Tan Xingming, knock down these cannons and knock them out!"
Chapter completed!