A round of bombardment by the Hongyi artillery caused a lot of damage to the Jianlu, but whether the leader of the enemy chieftain was killed or not was not clear in the chaos.
The sound of the cannons fell silent, and the artillerymen were busy returning the cannons to their positions, cleaning the barrels, loading ammunition, and adjusting the angles. The shortcomings of the Hongyi cannon's slow firing were also fully exposed.
The Hongyi Cannon is a retractable artillery. Every time it is fired, it will deviate from the original gun position and needs to be reset, reloaded, and the direction and elevation angles set again.
Moreover, after the artillery is reset, a brush moistened with water must be inserted into the barrel to clean and extinguish the sparks. Then the barrel wrapped in dry cloth must be inserted into the barrel to wipe it dry. Only then can gunpowder and shells be inserted.
But the roar of the Hongyi cannon was the signal for a general counterattack.
All the large and small trebuchets above and below the city were activated. Solid bombs, explosive bombs, and incendiary bombs flew through the air in a black mass, hitting the enemy hard.
Above and below the city, light and heavy muskets and crossbow arrows poured down like raindrops; Fran machine guns also roared, spraying out hundreds of cannonballs.
Not only the wide trenches and the defenders' ground positions, the firepower coverage also included a range of fifty or sixty meters outside the trenches.
Explosive bombs fell to the ground and tumbled, then burst out with dazzling firelight. Shrapnel shot out from the large cloud of smoke. Figures stumbled and rolled in the smoke and dust, and screams and screams were heard.
The incendiary bombs pulled the tail of the flames and smashed down like meteors. They were broken into pieces during the impact, like balls of fire, splashing onto the ground and Jianlu's body. The Jianlu with the flames screamed and jumped around.
This is the advantage of shrinking the defensive position and holding on to the city. It can put more enemies within the strike range of various weapons.
Dare to adopt this kind of tactics, in addition to the advantage of strong troops, diverse and sharp weapons and equipment, it is also the confidence of generals such as Guo Dajing and Li Weiluan.
In fact, the Hongyi cannon is just the icing on the cake, not the biggest reliance on defensive operations.
Numerous trebuchets, large and small, explosive bombs equipped with granulated gunpowder, sticky incendiary bombs, and light and heavy muskets are the winning weapons in this battle.
But many people don't think so, and Kim Chung-guo is one of them.
He commanded several artillerymen, and as quickly as possible reset the Hongyi cannon in his charge, loaded it, adjusted its angle, and prepared for firing again.
Although the Hongyi cannon is far from the "miles of erosion per cannon" boasted by Governor Yuan, the sight of the solid cannonballs hitting a bloody alley, smashing people and horses to pieces, and leaving limbs and broken bones all over the ground is still very shocking.
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Jin Zhongguo and others felt excited. The fierce and brave Jianlu were killed and injured like chickens and dogs. This was their most exciting and joyful thing.
"If North Korea also had Hongyi artillery, when the Jianlu invaders invaded, they would be beaten into rivers of blood." Jin Zhongguo gritted his teeth fiercely, feeling both cruel and very regretful in his heart.
Santos walked over, quickly judged the firing angle of the artillery, pursed his lips and smiled, patted Jin Zhongguo's shoulder hard, indicating that he could fire, and there was no concealment of appreciation on his face.
Jin Zhongguo bowed slightly to express his gratitude and respect to this foreign devil.
After Santos checked all the artillery and gave the order to fire, Jin Zhongguo raised the torch, shouted "fire", and lit the fuse.
Sparks flickered and penetrated straight into the cannon along the lead wire. After a slight pause, the cannon body shook violently, flames spewed from the muzzle, and heavy shells were fired.
The sound is like thunder and the flash is dazzling. This is the characteristic of Hongyi cannon, and it is also the characteristic of its ability to exert a deterrent effect.
To put it bluntly, it is to scare people. Let the enemy know that there is such a sharp weapon in the city, so they will have scruples and fear when attacking, and their momentum will be reduced.
The north side of Lushun Fort, extending more than 500 meters from the city wall, was under fire from the defenders. The captives within this range could only bear the torment of blood and fire.
The heavy muskets on the city, under the command of the officers, raised their muzzles and fired concentrated fire at the enemies at a greater distance.
Now, it is no longer a matter of resisting the Jianlu attack, but of killing as many enemies as possible.
The heavy trebuchet has not changed its counterweight and maintained a fixed range, causing the attacking construction team to become sparse or faulty in the middle.
Coupled with the condescending interception fire of heavy muskets and the long-range bombardment of Hongyi artillery, it was not just the Jianlu who rushed in front who suffered heavy casualties.
If the attack were to be blocked layer by layer, the killing area would not be so large, and the range would not be so wide. Although the Jianlu who rushed in front continued to suffer losses, it did not affect the continuity of their attack.
If an interception and strike is carried out in the middle, the attack will be weak in the follow-up, personnel will not be able to provide reinforcements in time, the number of forwards will be reduced, and the assault will increasingly lose its sharpness.
Of course, such a defensive battle also has a prerequisite, that is, the troops attacking the enemy's forward must be strong enough to withstand it so that the enemy cannot easily break through.
Therefore, after the defensive position outside Port Arthur was shrunk, there were only three trench breastworks.
In the first trench are heavily armored pikemen, mixed with a small number of crossbowmen; in the second trench are crossbowmen and a small number of sword and shield men; in the third trench are light musketeers and Franco machine guns.
The three trenches are in the shape of a staircase from low to high, allowing the firepower to overlap and cross, and the projection density is very high. The front ones do not block the shooting behind them.
The casualties were mainly among the troops in the first trench. Even though they had overcome various obstacles and withstood the firepower, there were not many prisoners who could charge through.
On the battlefield, although Jianlu was still in an offensive posture, under all the firepower launched, they were already in a bloody and cruel slaughterhouse.
The casualties are increasing, and screams and exclamations are heard endlessly, but they are suppressed by explosions and roars. Rather than attacking, it is better to say that dogs' lives are being wasted needlessly.
Behind the formation, Sahanlian, Wakda and other rebels were defeated by the first round of Hongyi artillery bombardment.
Although the two slave chiefs survived, there were many casualties around them. There were officers, soldiers, men, and horses. All you could see were bruises of flesh and blood and broken limbs.
"Master Beile, leave quickly." The surviving soldiers surrounded them with panic on their faces, pulled up the reins of Sahanlian and Wakda's horses, and called to the two Beile who looked stunned and stunned.
It was not that the soldiers were calm, but that their responsibilities did not allow for negligence. However, Saharian and Wakda were focused on attacking Port Arthur Fort. They were suddenly bombarded by fierce shelling. It was completely unexpected and they could not react for a while.
Under the protection of the soldiers, Saharian, Wakda and others hurriedly moved more than a hundred meters away.
Fortunately, the flag did not fall and the attack continued. However, Saharian and Wakda looked at the sudden change in the battle situation with heavy hearts, as if they had fallen into an ice cave.
The defenders of Fort Lushun were now firing on all cylinders. From the sky to the ground, bombs and fire bombs were flying, and bullets and arrows were being fired. It was not only a three-dimensional strike, but also covered a considerable range.
The Jianlu soldiers on the battlefield no longer had a safe place. They were being beaten and bombed everywhere, and casualties were increasing at any time.
However, Saharian and others moved their command positions from high places and could no longer see the whole battlefield. He was hesitating and hesitant, not knowing whether the attacking troops had broken through or whether they were fighting in close combat with the enemy.
When the situation is unclear, hastily withdrawing troops is likely to cause the attack that is about to succeed to fail. In that case, the casualties that have been paid will be in vain and unnecessary.
"The enemy's firepower is very fierce." Wakda had the intention to retreat, but he couldn't express it clearly. He glanced at his brother and turned his eyes to the battlefield.
Dense flashes of light shot out from the city walls, thick white smoke rose, and gunshots roared, which were soon suppressed by the explosions one after another on the battlefield.
Saharian frowned and straightened his body on the horse, trying hard to see clearly the situation on the battlefield.
He cannot see clearly, nor can he feel the despair and fear of falling into the blood and fire purgatory. Only Jianlu who is on the battlefield knows this feeling.
Niulu Ezhenhakoro stumbled forward, but it was just a subconscious movement. The loud noises that kept coming from behind and in front of him had already made him deaf, and he could not hear the sound at all.
A soldier in front stopped suddenly, and then fell down as heavy as a log.
As far as Hakoro looked, he saw the soldier's chest was bloody and bloody. His armor seemed to have lost its effect. A cheap lead bullet killed him.
He knew this soldier. Although he looked young, he had experienced many battles and was very brave. But he didn't even have a chance to fight with the enemy, so he fell miserably to the cold ground.
Raising his head in confusion, Hakoro saw the diffuse smoke and dust, smelled the choking smell of saltpeter, and figures flashing like ghosts.
"Boom!" A ball of fire burst out at Hakoro's feet, and he fell to the ground, feeling severe pain in his legs and losing consciousness.
A big foot stepped down on his face, and Hakoro's cry of pain was stomped back.
Before he could recover, two more feet stepped on him, one of which hit his injured leg, causing him to immediately pass out from the pain.
Hakoro may have never dreamed that a warrior with such superb martial arts skills would be trampled to death on the battlefield, which was miserable and tragic.
Zhao Xiaoshi tilted his head and aimed steadily at an enemy. This guy stumbled and walked like a drunkard, looking weird and funny.
Gently pull the trigger, the faucet holding the match rope falls, and the gunpowder is ignited. A cloud of white smoke rises in front of your eyes, and the lead bullets roar out.
Jianlu was hit in the abdomen, bent over like a prawn, and fell to his knees dejectedly.
Just maintaining a kneeling, bowed and curled-up position, Jianlu persisted in pain for a while before he fell face down.
Zhao Xiaoshi rolled his eyes, leaned against the parapet, and loaded ammunition quickly and skillfully.
As a veteran of Fort Lushun with two years of military service, Zhao Xiaoshi had not participated in several major wars. The war to aid Korea was the biggest one, and he was considered an experienced veteran after that.
In Zhao Xiaoshi's impression, he really felt that he was very powerful and was valued by others. The reward was to receive several months of musketry training on Guanglu Island and win the competition in the assessment competition.
Although two taels of silver was a considerable amount of wealth to him, what he cared about most was receiving the medal from Guo Dajing himself in front of everyone.
And that medal was now pinned to his underwear. Although it was covered, Zhao Xiaoshi could always feel it.
That is recognition of his hard training and recognition of his skills in gun handling. With this medal, he is no longer an ordinary soldier, but an elite who surpasses his peers.
Yes, that's how General Guo described these winners. Zhao Xiaoshi remembers it clearly and may never forget it in his lifetime.
For Zhao Xiaoshi, the current battle was no more tense and dangerous than when he fought in Korea. On the contrary, he unexpectedly discovered that the brave Jianlu was no more than that, and he still died neatly under his gun.
After Zhao Xiaoshi finished loading, he turned around, set up his musket, and aimed at the next target.
Only by killing more enemies can you be worthy of your own medal and worthy of the praise of elite.
Apart from these, Zhao Xiaoshi found that there was nothing more satisfying than killing Jianlu with his own hands.
Watching Jianlu being killed or injured under his own gun, whether it was blood splattering or screaming and struggling, gave Zhao Xiaoshi a sense of revenge.
If it weren't for these bastards, the family would still be living well in the village, and I would still be able to see the green flowers in the village every day, and every time the green flowers would smile.
Pulling the trigger again, Zhao Xiaoshi grinned happily as he watched an enemy being hit and falling to the ground writhing in pain.
Ha Wuqi was lucky enough to escape the clutches of death. Although his helmet was damaged, his forehead was injured, and blood was flowing on his face, he was still alive.
In the choking smoke, people kept falling down around him. The roar of guns and the screams of death made Ha Wuqi feel desperate.
It was only more than twenty meters away from the Luzhai ahead, but from Niulu'e Zhenha Wuqi's point of view, it was so far out of reach.
There was a sudden loud roar on the top of the city. Ha Wuqi knew that this was another enemy artillery bombardment. Having reached this distance, he also knew that the target of the artillery would not be here.
Squinting his eyes, he saw another dense flash of light erupting from behind the parapet fortifications on the opposite side, white smoke rising, and a row of lead bullets being fired towards him. Amidst the spray of blood mist, another row of corpses fell in front of Luzhai.
The lead bullets were invisible to the naked eye, but the fired crossbow arrows forced Ha Wuqi to bend down and use his small shield to protect his body.
Despair is only part of Ha Wuqi's emotions. There is also frustration, anger and helplessness in his heart.
Such a battle left Ha no room to display his superb riding skills, his superb martial arts skills, his bravery and fierceness. He could fight ten...
A soldier was curled up on the ground, twisting and rolling in pain, his hands covering his bloody belly, but he could not stuff the colorful internal organs back in.
Another soldier lay miserably on the deer village, with sharp wooden thorns protruding from the back of his neck. There was a pool of blood on the ground, which was already thick and almost frozen.
Ha Wuqi moved his eyes away. They were all Jianzhou warriors who could ride horses, but they died in such a humble and useless way. But he had no choice. Even he himself was trapped in purgatory and could die at any time.