Chapter five hundred and twentieth three soldiers to the city
With such powerful firepower, the Dongjiang Army already had an absolute advantage. The Jianlu were basically unable to compete, let alone the Liao Town troops.
Zu Zepu thought about his arrogance and ignorance before, and couldn't help but feel scared secretly, but also felt lucky.
With only 20,000 to 30,000 troops and the small town of Ningyuan, there is no way it can stop the Dongjiang Army's fierce attack. It will be broken in less than a day.
By that time, the Zu family and the Liaoxi military leaders would have no choice but to escort the capital and kill everyone.
It's okay now. Although I have to be commanded by others for the time being, my life is not in danger. As for the future of the family, I have to work hard on my own! This is still much better than starting from scratch.
The roar of mortars interrupted Zu Zepu's thoughts. Hundreds of artillery pieces let out shocking roars one after another, firing more than a hundred shells towards the city of pellets - Anshan Fort.
Even though they were mentally prepared, facing such a powerful bombardment, Babutai and other captives on the top of the city were shaken and their faces turned pale.
In fact, this is not the total number of artillery, but only half of the number carried by the main army. It is true that it is not necessary to focus on one fort and one area.
Babutai and other Jianlu hurriedly evaded, while cannonballs fell on the city one after another, and inside the city, they continued to explode after a while.
There were loud noises one after another, the ground was shaking, fires were bursting out, and gunpowder smoke was filling the air. Explosive bombs and detonating bombs were like gorgeous fireworks, but they were just the bloom that brought death.
Even if preventive measures were taken in the fort, it was impossible for buildings of that era to be made of reinforced concrete, and the roof beams were still made of wood. The effect of watering was not flattering, and many houses still emitted fireworks.
Fortunately, the important granaries and equipment depots were well prepared and did not suffer major losses. However, there was a sudden explosion on top of the city, the gunpowder was ignited, and two old artillery pieces were directly destroyed.
Relying on their range advantage, the old artillery pieced together by the Jianlu troops was simply a decoration. Apart from causing the attacking Dongjiang Army to pause their attack, it had no particularly significant effect.
The mortars continued to fire, and the shock of the salvo turned into a free bombardment. Each gun fired three shells, and more than 300 shells were enough for the soldiers of Anshan Fort to drink a pot.
At least, the support function on the city head has been basically lost, and the Dongjiang Army infantry has the conditions to attack again.
But this was just the prelude to the general attack. More than a dozen Hongyi cannons had been placed in place, with their black muzzles pointing diagonally at the city wall filled with fireworks.
Following an order, flames erupted from the muzzle of the cannon, and in the rising white smoke, solid projectiles hit the city wall at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Masonry debris flew across the sky, dust filled the air, and the city walls were constantly damaged by the fierce impact of the shells. Under the fire of gravel, it was impossible to stand in an area.
Hongyi artillery is actually the most suitable for attacking fortresses. Under concentrated fire bombardment, no matter how strong a city is, it will be destroyed, leaving a gap for infantry to attack.
Moreover, using Hongyi cannon is simpler than blasting in tunnels, and there are no restrictions.
The mortars started roaring again, firing dense shells towards Anshan Fort. Fireworks rose and enveloped Anshan Post Fort.
War drums rumbled, and the infantry who rested and consolidated their positions cheered up and launched the attack again.
Without the threat of artillery on top of the city, the prisoners on the position were even more shocked by the bombardment of artillery. Their fearless spirit was severely dampened, and they could only parry.
"Charge, kill!" The New Editorial Association, which had an absolute advantage in strength, shouted, charge and kill, advancing step by step along the trenches, leaving behind a pile of corpses on the ground.
In addition to getting out of the way of the Hongyi cannon, the musketeers also crossed the ditch and advanced towards the castle from the ground.
They formed fire cover on both sides of the bombardment surface, waiting for the city to be broken, suppressing the prisoners built on the city, and supporting the infantry to advance into the city.
Chen Xingshan and his comrades fought forward, and the original team was replaced by some, becoming a fully equipped combat team.
"I wonder how Lao Zhang is doing?" Chen Xingshan shook off the thought of thinking about his injured comrade, and once again stayed behind his teammates, searching forward to attack.
Several Jianlu appeared in front of them. The melee soldiers moved to the right and the crossbowmen to the left. They fired first towards the Jianlu as a sign of respect.
Amid the screams and exclamations, the three short crossbowmen took turns firing and cocking their weapons, and with one swift movement, they shot and wounded five captives.
Chen Xingshan and others swarmed forward, wielding their weapons mercilessly, and fought with the injured Jianlu, and quickly defeated them all.
Black shadows flashed overhead, and a group of musketeers crossed the trench on a ladder, only a short distance behind the melee soldiers.
The shouts of killing, the roar of muskets, and the screams and wails kept ringing around. Each team of men and horses charged forward fiercely, cooperating with each other, and killed the recalcitrant prisoners one by one in the trenches.
When Chen Xingshan and his comrades stood in the trench and could already see the city wall fifty or sixty meters away, the battle for the last trench came to an end.
With several times the strength of the troops, and with the support of intensive artillery fire, the new association defeated the tenacious resistance of 3,000 captives relying on the trenches.
From the perspective of troop strength and firepower, this is an undoubted victory. The efficiency of the operation can only be evaluated and improved in terms of time and speed.
All the outer positions of Anshan Fort were lost, leaving only a thousand prisoners in the small town, undergoing fierce bombardment by artillery shells.
The fire has expanded, but Jianlu has no time to save it. The continuous bombardment of Hongyi artillery is destroying the city wall and counting down their survival time.
Once the city wall is broken, how can you resist the swarming enemies with the few troops you have? Melee combat has completely failed. Can fighting on flat ground still create miracles?
Babutai felt a sense of sadness in his heart, but he had no intention of abandoning the city and fleeing. Living and dying with the city was a death order from above.
Besides, reinforcements should arrive soon, right? Babutai looked towards the North City. To his disappointment, the flag on the North City had not changed.
Even if reinforcements arrive, this small Anshan Fort cannot hold too many soldiers. If it helps to defend the city, it will still suffer heavy casualties under the enemy's indiscriminate bombardment.
As the shelling gradually subsided, Babutai risked his life and, under the protection of his own soldiers, climbed to the top of the city to inspect the damage to the city wall.
Almost half of the dozens of meters wide city wall had been cut off, and the uneven bricks and clods of earth looked like a mess. On the city wall, you could see stains of blood and broken corpses everywhere.
Even if he evades, he will inevitably pay casualties. What makes Babutai feel even more gloomy is the fear and uneasiness of the officers and soldiers of the Hou Jin Dynasty in his eyes.
The deafening explosion, the fireballs flying everywhere, the helplessness of being beaten passively, the fear of death, and all kinds of complex emotions are shrouding the hearts of the prisoners.
Looking up, Babutai couldn't help but narrow his eyes, his heart filled with despair.
The enemy's Hongyi artillery is being cooled down and adjusted, but a dozen more are being shipped up.