Zhu Yongxing had already waved his hand and ordered. The sword and shield soldiers in front of the awning quickly moved out of the way and reorganized behind the awning, revealing ten sky-blasting cannons spaced five meters apart. Qian Bangchen waved a small flag to signal to Zhu Yongxing that he was ready.
Ready.
"Fire!" Zhu Yongxing stood on his horse and waved his sword vigorously, pointing at the Qing army's camp.
"Boom!" A sky-blasting cannon roared, and the shells cut through the rain curtain and flew towards the enemy camp. Five or six seconds later, there was another muffled sound, and the second sky-blasting cannon also fired a shell...
This time Zhu Yongxing changed his tactics. Instead of firing a volley, the sky-blasting artillery fired seven guns at intervals, striving to create a continuous and endless impression on the Qing army.
Under the gaze of thousands of eyes, the first shell hit the wall of the village, bounced back two or three meters, fell to the ground, and then exploded with a "boom", a dazzling fire burst out, and smoke rose into the sky.
"Successful, the Yin×men array has been broken." Bai Wenxuan exclaimed and waved his fist excitedly.
"Your Highness has indeed broken the Qing army's magic circle." Ma Bao let out a long breath, and he, Guangchang Marquis and Shu Crown Prince Liu Zhen couldn't help but look at each other, and smiled in unison.
"Boom!" There was another deafening loud noise, and the artillery shells exploded behind the camp. After the loud noise, there were screams and exclamations.
"Boom!", "Boom!", "Boom!"... There were explosions every few seconds, fire burst out, thick smoke filled the air, and the earth trembled slightly.
"Boom, boom, boom!" The three sky-blasting cannons fired their first salvo. The shells exploded almost at the same time, with even greater power, raising the bombing to a small climax.
It was the first time for Dao Bailong and his soldiers to see the power of the sky-blasting cannon, and their expressions changed greatly. Many of the soldiers fell to their knees and knelt down, thinking that it was the wrath of the gods.
"By the grace of God, who can compete with me?" Dao Bailong said to himself dumbfounded, but the sound of cannons was so loud that even he couldn't hear his own voice clearly.
Sure enough, it was like the wrath of the thunder god. Although Mengshan Ke tribe's female village leader Yang heard Mengzhu talk about it, her expression still changed greatly when she saw it with her own eyes. She stood on tiptoes and looked forward. The figure surrounded by people was vaguely distinguishable.
Although the King's flag was wet from the rain, it did not look decadent at this time. The yellow characters on the red background stood out even more clearly in the bright and dark flashes.
This guy is really an envoy! A complicated look flashed across Yang's face. The Mengshan Ke clan has made the right bet. Follow him and find a safe haven wherever he goes. With this artifact, who can bully him again?
Mengshan Ke tribe, Ah Zhu, this will all fall on you from now on.
"Your Highness has an order." A guard ran into the shelter and shouted in Qian Bangchen's ear: "Prepare all volleys, and then the infantry will attack."
Qian Bangchen was a little confused and took out the cloth from his ears. The guard repeated it again before he nodded in agreement.
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The first artillery shell exploded loudly, and Xian Guoan's heart suddenly sank, and then the successive explosions made his heart sink into ice. It was over, the Yin×men array was broken, and the enemy's cannons were still powerful.
Being tyrannical, or in other words, inviting thunder from the sky.
"Sir, please retreat quickly!" The captain of the soldiers gathered around with his soldiers to protect Xian Guoan. He looked anxious and frightened, and kept urging.
"Boom!" An explosion sounded not far away. Rubbles and sawdust were flying in the rain. A big hole was blown into the wall of the village. The nearby Qing soldiers were injured and knocked down.
Xian Guoan's ears were ringing and his expression changed with horror. The soldiers couldn't wait for his order, so they hugged him and retreated.
"Stop, stop." Xian Guoan suddenly struggled and shouted: "Send the order, send the order, leave the village wall, abandon the village gate, retreat and form an array, retreat and form an array."
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The bombardment paused for a while, and then a salvo of ten rounds was launched. The explosions were almost continuous, earth-shattering and breathtaking.
As soon as the flag changed and the war drums rumbled, the Ming infantry, under the command of the general, rushed forward with shouts. The smoke gradually dissipated, and the wooden village walls and gates were riddled with holes and lost their protective function. The collapsed wood was a mess.
The corpses of Qing soldiers were scattered in the muddy water, with weapons and stumps scattered everywhere. A pale crimson color spread in the muddy water.
However, the attack on the camp this time was different from the past. Xian Guoan relied on his rich battle experience to issue the most correct order at the time. The Ming army who rushed into the camp suddenly discovered that although the Qing army suffered heavy losses, they were not defeated. Instead, they were defeated.
A battle formation was formed two hundred meters away, with the banner with the word "Xian" standing upright. Xian Guoan personally supervised and led the battle, so that the Qing soldiers still had fighting spirit.
"Form up, form up!" the Ming army generals ordered loudly. Officers at all levels performed their duties, quickly formed formations in the camp, and pressed on the Qing army.
Xian Guoan was initially frightened. Although he retreated and organized a battle formation, he did not dare to get close to the village wall and gate. He allowed the Ming army to form a formation, with the idea of fighting in the camp to attrition. The two armies fought, and the enemy's artillery
Or Tianlei will have some scruples and not dare to bomb indiscriminately.
The battle formations of the two armies slowly approached, and suddenly there was a shout, and guns and knives were raised simultaneously, and they violently collided with each other. Broad swords, javelins and other weapons also flew out from their respective battle formations, smashing headlong into the enemies on the opposite side.
The shouts of killing and screams were mixed together. One side was attacking the stronghold, and the other was fighting trapped animals. The fighting was even more fierce in the rain. One row of soldiers fell down, and another row of soldiers came up. Spears were spitting, swords were dancing, and the scene was vivid.
Life is so fragile and perishable on the battlefield.
"Put it up, it's right here, hurry up, damn it." Qian Bangchen commanded and yelled, and six bamboo trebuchets were set up behind the Ming army's infantry battle formation, under umbrellas and tarpaulins.
Under the cover, the cannonballs were taken out one by one from the tarpaulin package, put into the ejection bag, the fuse was lit, let go, and fired.
Several black artillery shells passed over the Ming army's battle formation, flew over a distance of more than 40 meters, and smashed into the Qing army's ranks. The dazzling flash was followed by a deafening explosion. The dense Qing army's battle formation was like being thrown into a pond.
Huge boulders and whirlpools spread with ripples, and pieces of flesh and limbs flew up. All the Qing soldiers within a ten-meter radius were either killed or knocked down. The explosion was so close that even the Ming army felt the dazzling flash, and their ears
He also lost his hearing instantly.
Explosions continued one after another, and each explosion caused heavy casualties to the dense Qing troops. The Qing troops more than ten meters away were also shocked to the point where their eyes were dull and their steps were crooked.
This kind of projection is several times faster than using the sky-blasting cannon. Qian Bangchen has already received Zhu Yongxing's order to defeat the Qing army as soon as possible without saving ammunition. This is most likely the last tough battle, and there is no need to consider what Zhang Yong led.
The Qing army.
A cannonball is a death, flash, loud noise, blood and flesh flying everywhere, and wails everywhere, constantly weakening the remaining fighting spirit of the Qing army. The Han army on the line of Guoan is already an extremely capable fighting force in the Qing army, but in this kind of casualties
Under a severe blow, even the strongest nerves can be broken.