The roar of muskets sounded at the top of the city, and clouds of white smoke rose in the bright light and were quickly blown away by the cold wind.
Countless blood spattered, and the enemies who rushed towards the city wall were hit by the lead bullets and fell down screaming.
The musketeers, relying on the city wall as cover, quickly put away their guns and retreated, loading ammunition mechanically; the comrades behind them quickly stepped forward, took aim with their guns, and pulled the trigger.
The gunfire was like popping beans, no longer a volley, and there was no way to keep it consistent. Three rows of musketeers loaded, moved forward, fired, and retreated, firing deadly lead bullets at the enemies below the city in a free fire manner.
The slope of the bastion gave muskets almost no blind spots and allowed them to form crossfire. Enemies approaching the city wall were constantly shot with lead bullets not only from the front but also from both sides.
The sound of the horns became louder and louder, and the supervisory team composed of Jianlu howled and waved their swords and guns, forcing the Han army and the Mongolian soldiers to continue to attack the city.
Seeing that the trench had been breached, the two thousand enemies in the rear quickly moved forward.
Arrows fell like rain, hitting the city walls and hanging signs, making a sudden sound. However, compared with the sound of muskets like exploding beans, it was covered up.
Another black cannonball fell from the sky, exploding one after another among the enemy groups. Smoke, snow dust, shrapnel, and flames mixed together, setting off waves of screams and wails.
Coldly aiming at an enemy, Park Zhonghao pulled the trigger. Seeing the enemy falling to the ground spurting blood, he put away his gun and retreated. He skillfully took out the paper shell bullet, bit it open with his teeth, and mechanically repeated the steps that had formed muscle memory.
action.
Wearing an iron mask, no change in expression can be seen at all, which allows the musketeers to concentrate more. In their eyes, there are only enemies; in their hearts, there is only shooting.
As a Korean volunteer soldier, Park Chung-ho was still a commoner who fled in panic during the Ding Mao Rebellion. However, the tragedy of his family being destroyed and his family being destroyed made him embark on the path of killing the enemy and taking revenge.
During the Battle of Nanguan, he had already fought against Jianlu in the Dongjiang Army. However, the fierce and formidable Jianlu were so vulnerable to the lead bullets of muskets.
The roar of artillery fire was normal to Pu Zhonghao's ears, and it did not affect his reloading speed at all. After completing the final action, he waited for a moment while his comrades in front stepped back before stepping forward.
The musketeers are like robots, repeating extremely skilled movements and killing enemies one after another. Although there may be excitement or fear in their hearts, they are all covered up.
Finally, a ladder was set up on the city wall. An enemy climbed up, followed by another, but his side was completely exposed to the fire from the hypotenuse.
A lead bullet was shot from the side, splattering with brilliant blood on the enemy's back. The enemy lay slumped on the ladder, his strength quickly drained along with the blood, and finally he fell down weakly.
Lead bullets continued to shoot out, and the enemies on the ladder and controlling the ladder were constantly knocked down. Bodies and wounded soldiers were scattered everywhere, and the dirty blood flowing out was very eye-catching in the snow.
Boom, boom, boom...
The Hongyi cannon finally let out its long-suppressed roar, and the shells flew out of the barrel one after another, passing a distance of 180 meters, and smashed into the enemy group with almost a flat trajectory.
Several pallet trucks were shattered into pieces, and sawdust parts flew into the air. The shells continued to exert their force, knocking over several more enemies and creating a bloody path more than ten meters long.
The shells that missed the carriage became even more powerful and bounced on the ground. The bloody road more than 20 meters away was covered with broken limbs and splattered blood.
Dense shells continued to fall, covering a large area. Explosions occurred one after another, and the smoke filled the sky, making the sky gray.
Under the city wall, firelight kept flashing, and clouds of black smoke rose. The defenders dropped thunder, blasting the enemies close to the city wall until they had nowhere to hide.
Hadamba was overturned by the air wave of the explosion, rolled several times, and lay on the ground dazed. His vision gradually became clearer, and he saw a blood-stained dead face, and not far away, a dead fish
Staring at him like eyes.
This is Gegen, who belongs to the same tribe as Hadamba, and both have excellent archery and riding skills. He was married the year before last and already has a son.
Hadamba felt a sense of sadness in his heart, and tried hard to turn his head, not to see the plight of his tribe, not to think about the misery of Gegen's wife and children. Now, the only thing he had to do was to escape, to escape from this web of death woven by iron fire.
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Boom, a dead body fell heavily next to him, its hands and feet were twitching, and blood flowed out from underneath it, staining the snow red.
Hadamba did not dare to stand up at all. He lay on the ground and observed, slowly crawling towards a small snow pit.
Boom! Another explosion roared nearby. Hadamba's ears buzzed, his chest and abdomen were shaken by the ground, and he felt sick and wanted to vomit.
A wounded soldier stumbled, covered his face, screamed and stumbled around, blood flowing out from between his fingers.
Ah! Hadamba's hand was stepped on, and he couldn't help but groan in pain.
The wounded soldier who couldn't see anything was tripped to the ground with a plop, crawling around among the corpses and snow, screaming miserably, like a dying wild dog.
Hadamba finally crawled into the snow pit. He held his head and covered his ears, huddled in it. He didn't want to hear the explosions, gunshots, screams, footsteps, and exclamations. It seemed that this way he could eliminate all dangers.
Shielded from outside.
The Hongyi cannon on the top of the city roared again, and there were more than a dozen field artillery, firing large and small shells onto the battlefield.
More carriages were destroyed, more bloody paths were left on the snow, and the broken limbs and bloody stains were even more shocking.
The adjusted mortar group roared again, hundreds of shells passing through the air and falling into the enemy-concentrated area outside the city.
Under the attack of explosive bombs, many carts burst into flames, and more enemies were burned and were jumping around and rolling all over the ground.
It is not easy to kill with shrapnel from explosive bombs, but it is not difficult to kill. More and more enemies are being killed before they even get close to the city wall. They sit or lie helplessly on the cold snow, moaning and screaming.
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Amin and other slave chiefs were watching from a distance on a mountain. Even those who had experienced the battle of Ningyuan were shocked by this scene.
The enemy's firepower is so powerful and sharp that it covers all areas from far, middle and near, instead of just focusing on killing under the city.
Jilharang exhaled a thick white mist, and his nervousness was not relieved. His fists were still clenched tightly, and his fingernails were squeezed until they turned white.
Du Du sighed silently. With such ferocious firepower and such a solid city defense, even if the entire army came together, it would probably be difficult to capture it.
It is absolutely wise not to attack the city where the Dongjiang Army is stationed. Otherwise, even if it can be captured, the troops will be exhausted after two or three battles.
Fires appeared below the city, one in two places and three in three places... The ladder that had finally reached the city wall was ignited by a can of fire oil thrown down from the city, completely ending the enemy's illusion of attacking the city.
Without the ladder, the soldiers gathered under the city could only engage in shooting with the defenders, muskets versus bows and arrows, protected versus unshielded. The outcome can be imagined.
After eliminating the last threat, Nancheng also deployed additional musketeers, concentrating firepower to ruthlessly kill the enemies below the city.
The heavy muskets took advantage of the range and fired fiercely at the enemies more than a hundred meters away; the enemies below the city were shot by light muskets.
Bright lights flashed one after another on the city wall, and clouds of white smoke emerged. Birds floated up, and were blown away by the cold wind.
The roar of Hongyi artillery and mortars was even more powerful, rumbling like thunder, making people tremble.
"Ming Jin withdraws the troops." Amin gave the order coldly, took a horse's head, walked down the mountain, and ran towards the camp.
Dudu and Jierhalang exchanged glances, both smiled helplessly and shook their heads, then rode away.
There is nothing else to say, except to withdraw our troops. We really can't continue the fight. The enemy obviously still has some remaining strength. If we add more troops to attack, it will only increase casualties.
The enemies who heard the signal to retreat retreated in embarrassment as if they had been granted amnesty. They were far away from the city and death, and they did not even dare to look back.
The roar of muskets continued, and the musketeers on the city fired deadly lead bullets at the fleeing enemies, pursuing them mercilessly.
Enemies continued to be shot and fell to the ground. Those injured were crying, screaming, jumping, crawling, and struggling to move in the direction where they thought they could survive.
The last mortar blast, like the final gong, announced the end of the battle.
The sound of gunfire gradually became sparse, and the battlefield gradually became silent, leaving only the screams and screams floating in the cold wind.
Wang Zhan put down his telescope and exhaled a long breath. As soon as the white fog dissipated in front of his face, he issued an order to send a small force out of the city to clean up the battlefield.
The city gate was not blocked, which shows the confidence of the defenders. They did not need this kind of shrinking and sealing method, and the morale of the army could be condensed.
The enemies outside the city have not yet retreated, but they cannot be stopped from going out to harvest people. If they dare to come again, they will continue to litter the fields with corpses.
It is possible that the casualties were all Han troops, Mongolian soldiers, and a small number of Jianludu troops. The enemy did not come back to snatch the bodies in the end.
In fact, the defenders of Zhenjiang Fort hoped that the enemy would do this. It would be even better if they could rush to the city and grab it.
Later generations of snipers used a similar tactic. If they hit one, they would not kill him. They would wait for his teammates to rescue him, which would increase his gains.
Whether they were Jianlu or Han soldiers, the wounded soldiers would not be merciful when cleaning the battlefield. There were not so many medical resources to treat them, and there was no policy of preferential treatment of prisoners.
Maybe they are forced to do nothing, but they are indeed enemies. When they win, will they be kind to the Dongjiang Army?
There will be attempts to persuade people to surrender, but not now. The enemy is on the offensive and our own troops are on the defensive. Instead of surrounding the enemy, we use political tactics to reduce casualties.
"Spare your life, spare your life!"
"I am from Liao, and I was forced to go into battle by the Jiannu!"
"There are still children at home who need me to support them!"
The various reasons and the pitiful and pleading expressions were indeed a psychological test for the Dongjiang Army soldiers who were also from the Liao Dynasty.
The bayonet had already pierced the wounded soldier's cotton-padded coat. Looking at the guy with tears and snot all over his face, and listening to his miserable words, the soldier couldn't help but hold back his hand.
"When they were rushing up with the ladder, did they think that they were Liao people?" The officer suddenly pushed from behind and stabbed the wounded soldier's chest with his bayonet. He opened his mouth wide and his voice suddenly stopped.
The soldier was stunned, silently pulled out his bayonet, looked at the blood dripping on the bayonet, and sighed silently.
The officer didn't feel much pleasure either. He didn't want to see such a tragic scene. But he hated Jianlu even more. All kinds of tragedies were caused by Jianlu.
"If the city is full of ordinary people, after it is attacked, will they, who are also Liao people, save people?"
The officer stepped on the snow and trampled on the blood on the ground, and said in a deep voice: "He has a family, don't those people who suffered in the war not have them?"
The soldier seemed to understand, and his eyes became much colder. He quickly rushed past the officer and stabbed another guy with a bayonet who was seriously injured and fell to the ground.
There is no room for kindness in war. No matter whether it is the Liao people, the Mongols, or the Jianlu, no one has relatives and friends, no parents, wives and children.
An enemy is an enemy, no matter what his reasons are. If you pity them, will they pity you?
They went to the battlefield perhaps because their families were forced to do nothing; but as a soldier of the Dongjiang Army, didn't you want your family to live and work in peace and contentment, have enough food and clothing, and seek revenge?
The cries and pleas for mercy on the battlefield became smaller and smaller, and the soldiers leaving the city crossed the ditch and searched further afield to collect the spoils of war.
The enemies who had escaped the range of the artillery were watching from a distance. Their opponents' ruthlessness frightened them. What chilled them even more was Jianlu.
No matter whether they lived or died, treating them as cannon fodder was very resentful. In the end, they didn't even care about collecting the bodies and burying them.
Hadamba gasped and stared blankly. There was Gergen's body there, and there should be other tribesmen, all of whom would be decapitated and left violently dead in the snow.
He is the lucky one, but how long can this luck last? The next attack should be the work of cannon fodder like them.
Turning his head to look at the camp in the distance, Hadamba gritted his teeth. Likewise, he saw several familiar faces, all with gloomy and resentful expressions.
When the pressure reaches the extreme, it will either collapse or rebound. There are only two outcomes.
The result of collapse is to obey orders, lose your own thinking, and lose the courage to resist; if you want to rebound, you must do it at the right time.
The four thousand siege troops suffered heavy casualties under the overwhelming attack, and only about a thousand people escaped.
Moreover, this was even when the defenders did not use their full strength. Relying on the city, the defenders' casualties were very small. If compared, the disparity was huge.
Of course, for attacking a fortified city, as long as the defender is determined, the casualty ratio between the attacker and defender should be very high, and it is not too unusual.
However, in a short period of time, the defenders of Zhenjiang Fort had already displayed sharp and fierce firepower, inflicting heavy casualties on the enemy. This greatly frightened the Jianlu and made them dare not spend any more troops.
This is also the goal that the Dongjiang Army wants to achieve, to prevent the enemy from attacking by force, but they have to monitor and defend the defenders in the city to ensure a safe way out.
If there are too few troops left, the defenders and peripheral friendly forces can attack from inside and outside and break through Jianlu's camp; if there are too many troops left, Jianlu's troops entering North Korea will be insufficient, and they will also suffer a heavy blow.