Chapter 198: The firepower is full, and the Jianzhu is defeated
Two lead bullets were fired one after another, hitting the shield in Ha Wuqi's hand head-on. The shield was pushed back hard, split into pieces, and slammed into Ha Wuqi's body and face.
Amid dizziness and severe pain, Ha Wuqi retreated and fell, with snot, tears and blood all over his face.
The whimpering horn sounded, which was the signal for Ming Jin to withdraw his troops.
Ha Wuqi felt a sense of relief in his heart. He tried to get up with difficulty. When he put his left hand on the ground, he realized that his arm had been broken. Under the severe pain, he fell down again.
A figure flashed up and stumbled past him. It was a soldier who fled back as if he had received an amnesty. But no one looked at Ha Wuqi, maybe because they couldn't care less, or maybe they didn't see it.
A corpse fell heavily next to Ha Wuqi. The lead bullet hit the back of the head from behind. Even though he was wearing a helmet, it was beaten beyond recognition, like a rotten watermelon.
The battlefield was littered with bloody corpses, missing arms, legs, and heads. Ha Wuqi was already numb to this and didn't even bother to take another look.
He used his good right hand to grab a spear on the ground, used all his strength to stand up, and moved with difficulty.
Ha Wuqi didn't want to die, he wanted to go home, where he had a wife and children, and he could live a comfortable life by killing and looting.
But the defenders of Port Arthur did not want to let any of the captives go. They were all murderers and robbers, and they all deserved their death.
A crossbow arrow came from behind and hit Ha Wuqi's leg. Ha Wuqi staggered and knelt down on one knee in embarrassment.
Ha Wuqi, desperate to survive, stood up again, dragged his injured leg and continued to run away, leaving a bloody trail on the snow.
A lead bullet flew and hit Ha Wuqi's right shoulder. Blood and flesh spurted out, and he fell down again. Now, he could no longer stand up, but he was still moving, squirming on the ground like a maggot.
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With only direction and no goal, Ha Wuqi's eyes were full of despair and helplessness. His life had also entered a countdown, and his dog's head would soon be harvested.
However, God seemed to deliberately punish this murderer. An incendiary bomb exploded on the ground, and the flying fragments fell on Ha Wuqi's head.
The fire was burning on Ha Wuqi's head, and it was difficult to extinguish the thick oil. Ha Wuqi screamed, but it was only a few times and he remained motionless. The fire was still burning, filling the air.
Has an unpleasant burnt smell.
The big flag, if the big flag falls, it means complete failure.
Yes, Jianlu's attack suffered a disastrous defeat. This was no longer as simple as retreating after a defeat.
Saharian gave the order to withdraw his troops with difficulty. The enemy's firepower was so fierce that it was overwhelming.
Another round of concentrated artillery bombardment caused heavy losses to Jianlu's command center. The flag bearer and the flag in his hand were smashed into two pieces by the artillery shells.
More than a dozen cannonballs hit the Jianlu banner that had moved more than 200 meters from various angles, causing blood and flesh to fly everywhere, and people toppled over.
Right in front of Saharian's eyes, a cannonball bounced towards him with a devastating momentum, knocking two soldiers, including their men and their horses, into a splatter of blood and flesh. It still had its momentum, knocking over Wakda and his mount.
On the ground.
Seeing pieces of meat and stumps everywhere, Saharian almost rolled off his horse and threw himself at his brother. People and horses were mixed together, and they were so bloody that he couldn't tell which ones belonged to the horses and which belonged to his brothers.
"Fourth brother, fourth brother--" Saharian shouted in a hissing voice, threw himself forward and threw his hands away, not knowing how to deal with it.
Several surviving soldiers also rushed over and moved the dead horse away with all their hands, first the head and face, and finally Wakda's body was exposed.
Wakda was covered in blood and unconscious. Yes, he was still breathing and not dead.
Saharian took a breath and felt lucky, but looking at his brother whose face was as white as paper, his anxiety did not subside much.
Several shamans rushed over and after a cursory inspection, they found that Wakda's leg had been broken by a cannonball, with white bone stubble at the wound, which was shocking.
Bandage the medicine and carry Wakda away. Whether he lives or dies depends on how hard his life is.
Although Saharian had no intention of fighting again, it was not over yet. He could only calm down and continue to command the troops and respond to the retreating troops.
Yes, the fighting is still going on. To be precise, it has turned into a one-sided massacre.
Muskets, muskets were still roaring, and the flames of explosions were still flashing. The defenders were mercilessly killing the retreating prisoners.
Hundreds of heavy musketeers had already rushed outside the city, and set up muskets in the parapet of the trench at the front, shooting fiercely at the captives who did not dare to look back, knocking them to the ground one by one.
The Hongyi cannon on the city roared again, and more than a dozen shells passed through the air. Amid the frightened shouts of the Jianlu, they landed, bounced, and took away the enemy's lives.
Under the protection of his own soldiers, Saharian retreated more than a hundred meters. From a distance he thought was safe, he stared wide-eyed at the bloody battlefield ahead.
Gunpowder smoke floated in the air, and the smell of gunpowder and sulfur irritated Sahalian's nostrils and smoked his eyes.
The attacking troops were in disarray, and the Jianlu who managed to escape were all in a miserable state, with unconcealed fear in their eyes and their bodies covered with dust and blood.
Looking farther away, even if it's a little blurry, Saharian can still see the misery.
Trenches, wooden piles, and the front and rear of Luzhai were littered with corpses, lying in various directions and densely covered with pillows; flags, swords, guns, stumps, severed arms, and burning flames filled the entire battlefield.
Countless bright lights flashed on the garrison positions and city walls. Saharian watched helplessly as the retreating officers and soldiers were knocked to the ground amidst the splatters of blood, and there was a sound of wolves crying and ghosts howling.
The killing was right in front of him, but Saharian had no choice but to watch helplessly and despairingly.
The brave and powerful Jianzhou warriors were shot and killed by the enemy just like this. Like pigs and dogs, they didn't even dare to look back. They didn't even dare to save their injured companions. They just wanted to escape from the clutches of death.
Saharian gritted his teeth and unconsciously tightened his grip on the horse's belly. If the soldiers hadn't stretched out their hands to pull the reins, he would have been close to the battlefield again.
The roar sounded again, and Saharian's body shook. He was already familiar with this roar of death, and he couldn't help but feel a little fear.
Cannonballs were fired one after another, landing on the frozen ground and bouncing forward, smashing all obstacles that could block his progress.
Half of one Jianlu's body was beaten to pieces, and another Jianlu's head was knocked away. Red, white, flesh, blood, and broken bones were scattered on the ground.
Saharian's eyes were about to burst, but the personal guards pulled the horses and retreated to a farther, safer place.
Obviously, the Hongyi cannon on the city can hit here, which is the so-called maximum range.
Wakda's life and death are unknown, and it would be unreasonable for Saharian to have another accident, and for his personal guards not to die to apologize.
On the top of the city, Mao Wenlong had been holding a telescope for a long time. He saw the tragic defeat of Jianlu in his eyes. While he was excited and excited, it also caused a great shock in his heart.
In the battle to aid Korea, the Dongjiang Army relied on dangerous points for defense and demonstrated its power, allowing the Dongjiang Army to achieve an astonishing casualty ratio.
But compared with the current defensive counterattack, it pales into insignificance and is somewhat out of reach.
Of course, the completeness of the fortifications is one thing, and the sharpness of the weapons and equipment is another. But combining the fortifications and weapons so perfectly and giving full play to their power is the key to an easy victory.
"This requires repeated calculations and drills to design fortifications at a suitable distance, deploy weapons with both long and short range, and carry out a large-scale attack on the enemy..."
Mao Wenlong put down the telescope and finally made his own judgment and conclusion.
Distance should be the most important thing. Whether it is a picket array or a blocking trench, the deer camp, including the trenches, are not arranged casually.
Crossbows, light muskets, heavy muskets, trebuchets, and red barbarian cannons are all deployed according to their range. They can be fired at the same time without interfering with each other.
Because of this, an overwhelming strike was formed, and the density of cross and overlapping firepower plunged the enemy into a bloody slaughterhouse. The killings in a short period of time were astonishing.
"It's so enjoyable. It's so enjoyable." Kong Youde, the leader of Neding, slapped the city wall hard, his face flushed with excitement. "With such a defense, even if tens of thousands of captives came, their corpses would litter the fields."
Shang Keyi also couldn't hide his excitement. His imagination became a reality. After half a year of preparation, he finally achieved a big victory. The joy in his heart was indescribable.
"The attack was too violent." Li Weiluan pretended to be suppressed, but his voice trembled a little, and said: "I'm afraid Jianlu will not attack again, and the purpose of continuous consumption will be difficult to achieve."
After saying that, he turned around and walked towards Mao Wenlong, respectfully asking for instructions: "Commander, the general does not want to send troops to pursue, do you think it is appropriate?"
Mao Wenlong nodded, looked at Li Weiluan with admiration, and said with a smile: "Relying on strong defense is the strength of our army. It is a wise move not to fight in the field with Jianlu."
Li Weiluan bowed and saluted, passed down the order, and sent people to clean up the battlefield.
The sound of guns and artillery on the battlefield gradually subsided, and the Jianlu troops withdrew from Erlidi, but did not return to the camp immediately. The defenders did not cross the ditch to pursue, but sent sword and shield bearers and spearmen to harvest heads and clean the battlefield.
On the battlefield, in addition to corpses, there were also wounded Jianlu soldiers who had not yet expired. They were killed mercilessly, but they were relieved that they no longer had to be tortured by pain.
Every time a head was cut off, a pikeman would pick it up on his gun, keep raising it, cheering and shouting, and demonstrate to the Jianlu in the distance.
Although the battle was over, such a blatant provocation was still humiliating in Jianlu's mind like never before.
Sahalian cared about his brothers and had returned to the camp, leaving Jia La Ezhen Sorno in command. He was not worried about the defenders chasing him. There were no trenches or obstacles. The Jianzhou cavalry would deal a heavy blow to the enemy.
Therefore, those who were suffering at this time were Sorno and other generals, watching helplessly as the enemy was killing and killing, shouting and provoking with their heads in the air.
Sorno was relatively calm, but there was anger in his eyes. However, several officers gnashed their teeth, cursed angrily, and rode back and forth on their horses, their horses' hooves clanking on the snowy ground, looking impatient.
The enemy is becoming more and more arrogant and bold. The swordsmen, shieldmen and spearmen have crossed the wide trench and continue to slaughter and harvest, as well as provocative demonstrations.
"Sir." An officer couldn't bear it any longer. He approached on horseback and asked for instructions from Sorno: "I am humble and lead two hundred cavalry to charge for a while to destroy the enemy's majesty."
The anger in Sorno's chest could not be vented. Looking at the enemy in the distance, there was no longer any protection, and he was quite moved.
"The humble officer rushes to the trench and returns on horseback. He will never risk crossing the trench." The officer seemed to sense Sorno's intention and made another assurance.
Sorno finally nodded, but said: "The enemy's artillery is powerful, you must be on guard. You go down and prepare, follow my orders, rush to kill quickly, and bring them back quickly."
"Follow the order." The officer bowed to accept the order, turned his horse's head and went down to organize the charging cavalry.
Sorno narrowed his eyes slightly and looked into the distance, waiting for the enemy to be bolder and go further.
There were only one hundred and eighty people who crossed the wide trench to clean the battlefield. After waiting for a while, they still had the same number, and they were not too far from the wide trench.
Obviously, the defenders were also cautious and did not get carried away. Moreover, the scene of swarming up and fighting for heads did not appear as Sorno imagined.
Finally, Sorno didn't wait any longer and waved his hand to give the order.
Sorno couldn't accept returning in such a disastrous defeat and being humiliated by the enemy. Two hundred cavalry attacked, and even if they didn't gain anything, they still felt bad.
The sound of horse hooves rumbled, and two hundred horsemen suddenly rushed out, running away like the wind.
This Jianlu officer still had some sense. The cavalry he deployed did not attack from the front, but galloped diagonally from the flanks.
His wishful thinking was to pass diagonally in front of the wide trench, so that he could escape more quickly and make it difficult for the enemy's artillery to aim and bombard him. Even if he fired the artillery, it would not cause too much damage.
But what he didn't expect was that provocative demonstrations and crossing wide trenches to harvest heads were also tactics used by the defenders to lure the enemy. In the first trench, hundreds of light and heavy muskets were ready, waiting for the prisoners to point their guns at them.
Collide.
As soon as Jianlu's cavalry was launched, the pikemen began to retreat after crossing the wide trench of 180 shieldmen.
Of course, humans could not outrun the horses, but they did not intend to run into the ditch to escape. Instead, they quickly gathered together and formed a dense and narrow small battle formation.
The firing range of the muskets was basically open. Even if there was still some obstruction, the number of muskets on both sides reached hundreds.
Sorno held the knife tightly, without blinking, and the flesh on his face was tense.
The Jianlu officer had a ferocious face, brandishing his machete, roaring like a wolf, tightening his grip on the horse's belly, and speeding up.
Two hundred meters, one hundred and fifty meters...
The roar of heavy muskets suddenly sounded, white smoke rose into the sky, and heavy lead bullets shot out, splashing towards the galloping Jianlu cavalry.
Like a strong wind blowing through the crops, a large area of the Jianlu cavalry fell down amidst the shouts and neighs of the horses. The fallen horses and the fallen Jianlu affected the following cavalry, and the momentum of the charge was stopped.
It was another volley of heavy muskets, with long range and high power. Whether it was a man or a horse, anyone hit by the bullet would be killed or maimed.