The firelight on the position kept flashing, and white smoke rose into the sky. Directly fired artillery shells and missiles thrown from the air formed a layered strike.
With a loud bang, the solid artillery shell violently hit a pallet truck. The pallet truck suddenly bounced back and was shattered under the strong impact force.
The people behind the car were knocked around in the flying sawdust, and their flesh and blood spattered.
The carriages were constantly destroyed, and the packers continued to suffer casualties. However, under the swords and guns of the captives behind them, the packers were still filling the trenches, and the results were seen.
Several bridge-like passages gradually appeared on the trench, and Sahalian and others who were watching from a distance showed a ferocious smile.
After passing through this wide trench, there is an obstacle area that stretches for dozens of meters. There are sharp wooden stakes more than one meter long, as well as deer villages fixed on the ground to stop horses.
It is obviously very difficult to break through all obstacles and continue to push the carriage forward under heavy firepower.
However, Saharian and others have seen that these obstacles are not very dense and people can avoid them, although their speed will be affected.
Therefore, after the first wide trench is broken through, it is time for the heavy armored soldiers to appear. They will pass through the obstacles and attack the defenders holding the position.
The wrapped slave Yang Daman fell behind the broken carriage. The heavy impact caused severe pain in his chest, his throat felt sweet, and bright red blood flowed from his wide-open mouth.
Not far away was his companion who was struggling in pain, with sharp wooden thorns shooting into his face and possibly blinding his eyes. He covered his face and rolled on the ground screaming, blood oozing out from his fingers.
Another companion was next to him, covered in blood, motionless and not screaming, obviously dead. But his eyes were still wide open, looking at the sky dully and numbly.
Several pallet trucks pushed up again, blocking Yang Daman's sight. He couldn't see the flickering firelight and rising smoke on the opposite position, and he seemed to feel some comfort in his heart.
Suddenly, Yang Daman's eyes widened. A huge boulder flew from the air, and its shadow grew larger and larger on the ground. It knocked down several bags that had just been pushed on the cart, and a shrill scream filled his ears.
The whimpering horn sounded, and Jianlu finally launched an attack. The heavy armored soldiers were at the front, howling like wolves and charging forward waving their weapons.
On the top of the city, Li Weiluan sneered and ordered the heavy musketeers to prepare for shooting.
The heavy muskets were placed at the top of the city, while the light musketeers were at the bottom of the city, forming overlapping firepower. The heavy musketry was mainly responsible for dealing with the heavily armored dead soldiers of Jianlu.
You must know that Jianlu's heavy-armored dead soldiers are also numerous, and it is impossible for the entire army to be equipped with such equipment. If you kill the heavy-armored dead soldiers rushing in front, light muskets can also cause damage to the Jianlu soldiers behind.
Clusters of arrows passed over the ditch and shot towards the defenders' positions. This is a common method used by Jianlu, using bows and arrows to provide cover for the attacking troops. As for the long-range attack method, Jianlu currently uses bows and arrows.
The heavily armored dead soldiers rushed through the trench, and their speed slowed down. They had to pay attention to obstacles and could not speed up.
Trebuchets were still bombarding the defenders' positions, and the artillery fired at a slow rate with occasional bursts. The Fran cannon was silent, replaced with shotgun shells, and waited for the enemy to get closer.
"Charge, charge." Officer Jianlu shouted, holding a shield in one hand and a sword in the other: "Charge up and kill them all!"
The Jianlu howled in response and continued to advance, getting closer and closer to the first fortification of the defenders, fifteen meters, ten meters...
Boom, boom, boom...
The roar of hundreds of heavy muskets almost made a loud noise, white smoke rose from the top of the city, and lead bullets shot down, slamming into the target.
In the flash of musket fire and the rising white smoke, the lead bullets crossed a distance of fifty or sixty meters in an instant, either piercing the armor, or hitting Jianlu's flesh and blood flying everywhere.
The heavy lead bullet hit the shield with huge kinetic energy. The huge impact caused the shield to push back violently and hit the shield-holder hard on the face.
The nosebleeds spurted violently, and even the bridge of his nose was broken. Jianlu immediately fell into coma, fell backwards, and a sharp wooden stake was driven into his back.
A prisoner was hit in the shoulder by a lead bullet. It was like being whipped by a hammer, spinning and falling to the ground. His shoulder and neck were bloody and bloody. He was seriously injured and disabled even if he died.
Five hundred heavy musketeers, using a five-stage strike method, continued to rain down bullets on the enemies below the city.
Blood mist sprayed, flesh and blood flew everywhere, and the two heavily armored dead soldiers of Niulu suffered a fierce and violent blow that they had never dreamed of.
In the obstacles, they couldn't move fast, and their heavy armor couldn't protect them. If they were shot, they would either die or be maimed. Screams and exclamations came one after another, as if they were trapped in a bloody slaughterhouse.
But the attack had just begun, and both Saharian and Wakda were mentally prepared to encounter strong resistance. Although the enemy's firepower was strong, they would not immediately order the withdrawal of troops.
Retreating without an order means running away from the battlefield, and Jia La'e Zhenjue Luozhan would rather die in battle than do this.
Moreover, we have already advanced to the enemy's position and have killed and wounded so many Jianzhou warriors. Wouldn't it be a waste of all our previous efforts if we retreat?
If you charge again, you will be able to enter the enemy's position, engage in melee combat with the enemy, and you will definitely kill the enemy and make them flee in panic.
Jueluozhan regained his spirit, howled loudly, and urged his troops to continue to attack. In front, there was only a deer village. In the trench behind the deer village, there were enemies holding long spears and raising them diagonally.
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As the saying goes: To shoot a man, shoot a horse first; to capture a thief, capture the king first.
The officers and musketeers on the city noticed the Jianlu leader who was leading the charge with his own soldiers.
A sniper team composed of ten heavy muskets quickly adjusted their direction and aimed at Jueluozhan. There were ten such sniper teams, specializing in focusing fire on the officers who built the prisoners.
Jueluozhan was on the battlefield and had limited vision. He did not know that the officers in the attacking troops suffered heavy casualties and that even he had become a target.
Boom! The volleys of muskets roared almost simultaneously, forming an inconspicuous sound on the battlefield. Ten lead bullets shot out and whizzed towards the target.
A soldier's head suddenly seemed to explode, turning into a rotten watermelon in Jue Luo Zhan's astonished eyes, red, white, and warm, splashing all over Jue Luo Zhan's face.
At the same time, Jue Luozhan felt as if his chest had been hit hard by a hammer. Although the lead bullet did not penetrate his heavy armor, the huge kinetic energy shattered his internal organs. Dirty blood and unknown fragments flowed from it.
It gushed out from the throat.
Suffering from severe pain and suffocation, Jueluozhan opened his mouth wide and knelt down weakly.
In his gradually blurring vision, Jueluozhan saw a soldier rushing over to help him, shouting anxiously.
Then, the soldier's body trembled violently, a ball of flesh and blood rose up on his shoulders and neck, his head drooped at a strange angle, and he fell on top of him.
A barrage of heavy lead bullets were fired from the top of the city, with an indestructible power, causing heavy casualties to the Jianlu.
The tall and round An Kecheng took back the heavy musket mounted on the city wall, took off the match rope, and handed the gun to his companions behind him.
In a short time, another loaded musket was handed over. An Kecheng loaded the matchlock and aimed at the Jianlu under the city.
Although there are measures to buffer the recoil, in the selection of heavy musketeers, we still try to select tall and strong soldiers.
Those Korean martyrs, Guo Dajing, were also dispersed to various units, and there were as many as possible from all branches of the military.
After following the troops to fight for one or two years, it doesn't even take that long. As long as they have experienced several battles, these Korean martyrs will grow up.
Returning to North Korea and serving under Lin Qingye will be the backbone of the army and will enhance the combat effectiveness of the entire army.
"In the front left, the armored slave chief, holding a shield and wielding a sword..." The young officer held up his binoculars to provide the sniper team with a target.
"See."
"turn up."
"You can't run away from this bastard." An Kecheng cursed loudly, feeling extremely happy.
The muzzle of the gun moved slowly and locked onto Jianlu's leader again.
This slave chief was very brave. He howled like a wolf, brandished a machete, and urged his subordinates to assemble into small teams. They stepped on the corpses and were stained with blood, and charged forward violently.
The role of a sniper officer is to undermine the enemy's morale and disrupt the enemy's on-the-battle command. Like this slave chief, jumping up and down and roaring again and again, it seems to have become a flag, inspiring the enemy who suffered heavy casualties.
"Fire!" An Kecheng roared, paused briefly, stabilized his shoulders and arms, and then pulled the trigger.
After a long period of training and cooperation, several people have formed a tacit understanding. After the firing order, there will be a pause to stabilize the gun body after shouting to ensure the accuracy of shooting.
Accompanied by thick white smoke and roaring sounds, ten heavy muskets fired almost at the same time. The gunshots overlapped and sounded like cannons, which was very powerful.
"The target was shot, good shot!" the young officer held up his binoculars and stamped his feet excitedly and shouted.
An Kecheng grinned and heard the laughter of his companions. But the movements were mechanical, retracting the gun, returning it, receiving the gun, setting it up...
The slave chief who was shot twice was not only unable to jump up, but his voice also stopped suddenly.
A lead bullet hit him in the chest. The armor was so good that the lead bullet did not penetrate, but his body absorbed most of the powerful kinetic energy of the lead bullet.
The bones must have been broken, and the sharp bone spurs pierced his lungs, making every breath of the slave chief extremely difficult. Blood spurted from his mouth, and all his strength was quickly lost as he vomited blood.
Another lead bullet hit his arm, or in other words, half of his arm flew away, leaving only the white bones exposed among the bloody flesh.
Several soldiers were dead or injured and fell next to him.
But the slave chief could no longer hear the screams, wails, and roars of guns. He opened his eyes wide, but fell into the boundless darkness.
The charging Jianlu suffered heavy casualties under the attack of heavy muskets and trebuchets, but some of them still rushed through the final Luzhai and started a close combat with the defenders in the trenches.
In the first trench, there were all heavily armored spearmen. Their spears were pointed like a dense forest, relying on their numerical advantage to resist the advancing Jianlu.
Of course, they were not fighting alone. The light muskets in the second trench opened fire, and rows of lead bullets rained down on the enemy.
The heavily armored dead soldiers who rushed in front were beaten to pieces, while the Jianlu soldiers behind were much less protected. The power of light muskets could also cause a lot of damage.
Li Weiluan held up the telescope with one hand and subconsciously clenched his fist with his right hand, feeling a mixture of excitement, excitement, nervousness and other emotions.
Jianlu has deployed his troops, and now it's time to unleash all his firepower and strike hard.
"Artillery bombardment!" Li Weiluan put down his telescope and issued an order to the artillery commander who had been preparing for a long time.
After receiving the order, Santos turned around calmly, drew out the sword from his waist, pointed forward with all his strength, and shouted: "Fire!"
"Fire!"
"Fire!"
Following long-suppressed roars, huge roars sounded one after another. More than a dozen Hongyi cannons sprayed out strong flames, raised large clouds of smoke, and fired heavy shells.
Use artillery to snipe the enemy's leader. Even if the accuracy of the Hongyi cannon is much higher than other artillery, it is still very difficult to hit a target hundreds of meters away with a big iron ball. It relies more on luck.
But it is a cost-effective thing to throw the enemy's command into chaos, make the enemy chiefs flee in panic, and kill and injure the officers and soldiers around them.
Mao Wenlong had already raised his binoculars, staring intently at the enemy's banner and the enemies under the banner.
The cannonball flies through the air with a trajectory visible to the naked eye, lands on the ground, bounces up, and hits the obstacles blocking it forward. Whether it is a person or a horse.
In the field of vision of the telescope, Mao Wenlong saw the cannonballs passing by, people flipping over, and a bloody alley being smashed out by the cannonballs as blood and flesh flew across the field, leaving stumps and broken arms on the ground.
Solid cannonballs rely on bounce and impact. If you want to hit it farther, the elevation angle is the most important. Just like floating in water, you need to find a good angle for a stone to fly farther on the water.
For bombardment from a high position, the muzzle of the cannon can be placed very flat, and the forward momentum of the cannonball will be greater; if it is flat ground, the cannonball hitting the ground will consume a lot of kinetic energy, and the effect will naturally be much worse.
The lethality of solid artillery shells is definitely not as good as the flying shrapnel of exploding shells. But when dealing with dense enemies, if the ground is hard and the angle of elevation is small, the shells will not continue to bounce and can penetrate a regiment.
Another characteristic of the front-loading smoothbore artillery is that the speed of the shells does not seem to be very fast. When it is close, it will give people the illusion that they can stop it with their hands.
It’s not that no one has done this, but the result is that the hands and feet are not stretched out.
More than a dozen cannonballs blasted at Jianlu's banner from different angles. There were not only officers such as Sakhalian and Wakda, but also hundreds of elite cavalry surrounding them.
Jianlu had no idea that the distance of four to five hundred meters was completely within the range of the Hongyi cannon. The dense formation also allowed the Hongyi cannon to fully exert its power.
"Okay, good job." Mao Wenlong didn't put down his telescope, but he made an excited voice.
Li Weiluan and other generals also held up telescopes, and it was the first time for them to see the sight of Hongyi cannons bombarding real people.
"One shot, at least a dozen of them will be killed." Shang Keyi breathed a little quickly and patted the wall in front of him hard.
In Li Weiluan's field of vision, the scene of a prisoner being torn apart by a cannonball and blood and flesh splattering was shocking, but it made him almost scream with excitement.