Chapter two hundred and eighty seventh fierce battle
"Sir--" the artillery officer asked for instructions next to Guo Dajing: "The maximum range can hit the Chinese army that built the prisoners."
Guo Dajing shook his head and said: "Now is not the time. Not enough Jianlu have died."
The biggest effect of artillery bombardment is to disrupt the captives, and those killed and wounded will not fall into the hands of the Dongjiang Army, and no heads will be harvested.
Only Jianlu who rushes to the front of the formation is the one who really comes to kill someone. Now, Jianlu has not yet launched an attack, so he cannot act too hastily.
Of course, seeing the slave chief commanding An Ran and clearly being able to use artillery fire, he naturally felt anxious.
The roar of the Hongyi cannon was deafening, and the heavy shells shot out, accurately and fiercely. Not only did they smash a cart to pieces, but they also crashed into the Mongolian soldiers behind the cart, causing a mass of blood and flesh to fly.
The trebuchet threw another group of bombs, and the Mongolian archers hiding behind the cart screamed and fled. Amidst the continuous explosions, there was chaos.
The carriages were constantly being destroyed, the Mongolian soldiers were constantly being killed and injured, and the trenches were constantly being filled up, trying to fill in a passage before their eyes.
The three attacks of Jianlu all made similar progress and suffered the same blows. But until now, not a single musket has been fired on the defenders' position.
After the formation, Huang Taiji narrowed his eyes slightly. The enemy obviously had not yet unleashed all its firepower. It was just this calmness and the discipline of prohibitions that made him realize that the enemy's combat power should not be underestimated.
Having fought countless battles with the Ming army, Huang Taiji knew very well about the Ming army's firearms and the combat effectiveness of its musketeers.
Shooting from a long distance was more out of fear in his heart. For such a Ming army, Huang Taiji was confident that he could easily defeat it.
Even in Ningyuan, the Ming army defending the city was not as calm as the enemy in front of them.
A musket was placed on the edge of the ditch, with only the eyes exposed on the iron face, staring at the enemy in the distance. Explosions and bombardments, the enemy fluttered in the fireworks, fell to the ground, and continued to be killed and wounded.
Yang Daman moved his fingers and tried to calm down. The comrades in front and next to him gave him a lot of comfort and encouragement.
"Okay, good fight!" The bearded officer was not far away. Seeing the bombardment of the Hongyi cannon, which caused the enemy's blood and flesh to fly everywhere, he cheered again and waved his fist excitedly.
Even the Hongyi artillery did not fire with full force. They were waiting for the Jianlu to formally attack and then use heavy shells to create a bloody alley.
However, seeing the force of our own artillery fire and the enemy's casualties falling to the ground still made the officers and soldiers excited and relieved their nervousness.
"Okay!" Yang Daman didn't dare to say anything, he clenched his fist and waved it sideways in front of his chest.
He saw a Mongolian soldier being pierced in the eye by a thrown wooden thorn, covering his face and screaming, stumbling around blindly, and finally fell to the ground and rolled over.
I'll beat you to death, and no one will be able to escape.
Yang Daman saw the lead bullets fired by the Franco machine killing and wounding several Mongolian soldiers filling the trenches. His heart became cruel and he gritted his teeth tightly.
The trenches were slowly filled up, hook ladders, and cloud ladders were erected upwards, and finally two or three passages more than ten meters wide were paved.
The trumpet sounded, and Jianlu launched an attack. The heavy armored soldiers and shield soldiers were in front, and the archers were behind. More than a thousand people rushed forward with shouts.
After passing the trench, there is an obstacle on the ground. The carriage can no longer advance, and a shield is formed at the edge of the trench.
The heavy armored soldiers and shield soldiers crossed the carriages and rushed through the trenches, clearing obstacles while advancing. A canopy of arrows shot out from behind the carriages, swept across the sky, and hit the defenders' positions densely.
Hongyi cannons and Fran cannons roared continuously, trebuchets threw more bombs, fireworks rose, and the real offensive and defensive battle finally began.
If you look down from the air, the scene will be even more spectacular.
The smoke of gunpowder alternately covered and exposed, and the flames of the explosion flashed out, violently exploding the surrounding people and objects, forming a circular black hole;
The shells from the Hongyi cannon rushed wildly, smashing the generals in front like scarecrows into pieces. Blood and flesh spattered, leaving behind a messy bloody alley more than twenty meters long.
"Fire!"
"Fire!"
As the war drums rumbled, the roar of muskets suddenly burst out, echoing on the battlefield like thunder.
The lead bullets that had been suppressed for a long time burst out from the barrel of the gun, driven by gunpowder gas, and hit the enemy in an instant.
A heavily armored prisoner took two steps back, lowered his head in disbelief, and looked at the pierced breastplate. He opened his mouth with great effort, but no sound came out, but dirty blood spurted out.
A prisoner holding a shield was caught off guard, and the iron shield was slammed back by a heavy lead bullet, hitting him in the face. With his face covered in blood, he was wandering dizzy, and another lead bullet flew in, hitting him in the face.
Half of his head flew off.
Boom! A prisoner stepped on a landmine under his feet and was knocked off his feet by the shock wave. He fell to the ground for a long time, then regained consciousness and tried to get up, but he let out a shrill scream, and his right foot was already bloody.
The muskets were fired directly or obliquely from the front, the side, and the mines exploded under their feet, plunging the prisoners who rushed through the ditch into a purgatory of blood and fire.
More than a dozen Fran machines suddenly showed their power and fired sub-nests at the fastest speed. All of them were solid cannonballs. Cannonballs as big as lead balls, no matter whether they were shields or heavy armor, could hardly withstand their impact.
The sound of gunshots was like popping beans, almost without interruption, and poured on the enemy like raindrops. Flowers of blood bloomed, masses of flesh and blood splattered, and screams, exclamations, and angry shouts filled the battlefield.
The Hongyi artillery continued to bombard, and with one shot, it either destroyed the carriage and caused additional damage; or it penetrated the ranks of dozens of people among the prisoners, leaving a blur of flesh and blood everywhere.
"Kill, charge!" Niulu Erzhen Mengkulu waved his iron shield, loudly encouraged his men, and charged forward at the leading position.
There are forty steps, not much less.
Mengkulu's eyes were only focused on the trench ahead. The enemy was hiding there, a group of cowardly young men. He rushed up and killed them all with heads rolling.
A heavy armored soldier was right next to him. He was hit in the shoulder by a lead bullet. His body spun around as blood and flesh spattered, and he fell down like a piece of rotten wood.
Another shield soldier screamed. The wooden shield he was holding was finally shattered by lead bullets. The wooden spikes that shot out pierced his face, and he fell to the ground in a bloody mess.
Mengkulu didn't take a second glance and continued howling forward, zigzagging around the obstacles.
Exposed to a hail of bullets, it is impossible to clear obstacles. How many lives will it cost and how much time will be wasted?
Ah! Mengkulu's body tilted and he fell down with a cry of pain.
The iron shield protected his face and body, blocking two or three lead bullets for him, which made his arms sore. But there was a flaw in his leg. It was not intentional, nor was he accurate, it was simply covered up.
The lead bullet hit Mengkulu's thigh, and there was no need for rescue. The effect of a heavy sniper hit on the human body was that the leg bones were broken, the artery was severed, and the flesh and blood were blurred, with only a few strands of flesh remaining connected to the thigh.
Mengkulu screamed and looked at his poor leg hanging on the ground at a weird angle, with blood spurting out from his arteries.
The cold quickly spread throughout his body, his voice weakened, and he fell back in the snow with his eyes wide open like a dead fish.
The heavy armored soldiers and shield soldiers were lost quickly in the rain of bullets. They were only a few dozen meters away from the first trench, but they were a fatal distance away.
Bodies lay scattered about in different postures, some lying in the snow, some hanging, or leaning against obstacles.
Guo Dajing watched coldly, as the Jianlu banner moved forward unconsciously and got closer to the battlefield, but he still did not launch an artillery attack.
If just one failed attack could bring Jianlu back in defeat, it would obviously be too much to take for granted.
The attack was frustrated, which is normal for Jianlu. They invested only a small amount of troops, so they would definitely increase their troops and fight again. Otherwise, wouldn't all the long preparations and large-scale deployment of troops and land have been in vain?
Not enough Jianlu were killed, so Guo Dajing estimated the enemy's investment in troops. Not counting the Mongolian soldiers who started filling the trenches, there should only be a thousand Houjin officers and soldiers invested.
A three-pronged attack, that is, three thousand, was far from the limit that Jianlu could bear.
While Jianlu was attacking, the Mongolian soldiers were still filling in the trenches. The passage became wider and wider and gradually connected, reaching nearly 100 meters.
The conditions for another fierce attack were almost ripe. Guo Dajing issued the order to mobilize troops, raised his telescope again, and looked at the large formation of Jianlu.
Along the trenches, a group of musketeers came from the surrounding area for reinforcements, adding more than a dozen Fran cannons and replenishing ammunition. The defensive strength was greatly strengthened, and the firepower density was close to the highest level in the exercise.
The horns and war drums sounded at the same time, and two thousand Jianlu soldiers charged on horseback, their iron hoofs rumbled, and the power was shocking.
More than fifty meters away from the trench, the prisoners jumped off their horses one after another, raised their weapons, howled, and launched another round of attack.
This is right!
Guo Dajing pursed his lips slightly, sneered, turned to the artillery officer and ordered: "Get ready for the artillery attack!"
"Obey the order!" The artillery officer couldn't suppress the excitement in his heart, his voice was trembling, and he turned around and waved the order flag.
The artillerymen immediately checked the angle and elevation of the artillery again, checked the loading of ammunition, and were ready to fire at any time.
Arrows flew across the sky like rain, dimming the midday sun.
There was nothing new in Jianlu's tactics. The light-armored archers were outside the trench, using the cover of the carriages, to shoot their bows and arrows at the defenders' positions, suppressing the enemy and covering their own troops.
Mounted shooting is also a common method used by Jianlu in conflicts, but the range of the infantry bow is longer and more powerful. In the confrontation with muskets, Jianlu also found that mounted archery did not have an advantage.
Setting up trenches based on the range of muskets was a layout Guo Dajing made after repeated thinking and repeated drills. It was a comprehensive judgment based on the range and power of various weapons.
Although Jianlu's bows and arrows can also shoot to the position, they are only projectiles. The damage to the officers and soldiers who are protected by fortifications and fully armored is very limited.
And Jianlu's long-range strike was just that. In a battle with artillery and muskets, there would definitely be disproportionate casualties.
Muskets and Fran cannons are used for close range, trebuchets are used for medium range, Hongyi cannon is used for medium and long range, and mortars are used for long range.
The casualties among the Jianlu troops were not just those of the troops who rushed through the ditch, which stretched for two to three hundred meters, but were all under the firepower of the defenders. The attacking Jianlu troops would have gaps, or their troops would be continuously depleted.
Because of this, even if the forward rushes through the trench, crosses the picket array, and enters the trench to fight with the defenders, it will be difficult to form a military advantage.
What's more, it is very difficult to get past the picket array in the rain of bullets. The heavily armored pikemen in the first trench will destroy the Jianlu's hope of breaking through.
Boom, boom, boom...the bombs were thrown over the carriage and exploded one after another in the hands of Jianlu's archers. The flying fragments caused considerable damage to the light-armored archers.
Under the medical conditions at that time, injuries were often treated simply, and serious injuries depended on whether they survived. The increase in the number of wounded would also be a huge blow to the mobility of the captives, as well as the morale of the army.
The explosions of fire followed one after another, and black smoke rose, almost obscuring the sight. The gunshots sounded like firecrackers, and they sounded almost without pause.
Huang Taiji opened his eyes wide and looked at the situation on the battlefield. Although he couldn't see clearly, he could know the intensity of the battle without seeing it.
The enemy's artillery and muskets were countless times better than those of other Ming troops, and their density was beyond Huang Taiji's expectation.
The first thousand-man team failed to make a breakthrough, which cast a haze over Huang Taiji's heart.
Although he expected the difficulty of the attack, he was still surprised that the forwards failed to break into the trenches and engage in close combat with the defenders.
The current three-pronged attack has invested more than 9,000 troops, hoping to break the stalemate and establish victory in one fell swoop.
Also - Huang Taiji turned his gaze to the west. Although he couldn't see it, he estimated the time and believed that the troops crossing the ice would launch an attack soon.
Calculated in this way, our army has invested more than 12,000 officers and soldiers. If we attack in four directions, one of them will succeed, right?
Huang Taiji thought this way and focused on the battlefield again, waiting for good news from the front about breaking through the enemy's formation.
Boom! As the bullet was fired, the butt of the gun was pushed back violently, and the shoulder that was tightly pressed against it also moved back, offsetting the recoil force.
Yang Daman quickly put away the gun, took two steps back, put the musket on the ground, took out the paper shell fixed ammunition, bit open the paper shell, first added ignition powder, then stuffed the entire paper shell bullet into the muzzle of the gun, pulled out the purge and stabbed
Go in and tamp it down hard.
I have personally knocked down three or four captives, and I can be 100% sure of this after seeing it with my own eyes. As for the lead bullets fired, there are even more cases where it is impossible to confirm whether they hit the target.
Seeing Jianlu, who was as brave as a ferocious beast, being beaten to death or injured by bullets, Yang Daman no longer had any fear.
The officer is right, Jianlu are human beings too. No, they are just wild dogs. Even though they bark happily, they are easy to kill and their death is miserable.
Like Yang Daman, there are many soldiers who have broken through psychological barriers. Once they gain confidence, their hands do not shake and their hearts do not panic. As long as they use half of the training state, they can load and shoot normally.
After Yang Daman left his position, a comrade immediately stepped forward, took aim with his gun, and fired at Jianlu. Then, a second comrade fired the bullets from his gun at Jianlu.
It was his turn again. Yang Daman quickly took over and cocked the hammer. Even though he was wearing thin gloves, he did not feel cold because of the excitement and excitement in his body.