The soldier waiting at the muzzle immediately stuffed a white cloth bag into the muzzle and shouted, "The charge is complete!"
The gunner holding the charge stick pressed hard into the muzzle, making sure that the charge pack was all the way to the bottom, then took out the charge stick and said, "Complete pressing!"
Two and a half kilograms of iron bullets were stuffed into the muzzle, and the gunner shouted, "Finish loading!"
The charging rod entered again and pressed the shell to the bottom. "After pressing the shell, the live ammunition is ready to be loaded!"
The gunner at the rear simultaneously stabbed the gun through the fire door with an awl, shook it left and right, and then shouted, "The charge pack is complete."
Then he opened the lid of a copper pot, tilted the spout, and poured the primer onto the fire door. He held a square cloth in his left hand and covered the fire door. "The primer is loaded, the weatherproof cover is laid, and the live ammunition is fully loaded."
Get ready!"
The shouts of several people resounded throughout the square, fearing that no one else could hear them. Qin Jiuze and Mandal looked at the gunners a little strangely. Xuanfu's cannons were much bigger than Anqing's cannons, and they didn't see them shouting and screaming.
However, these gunners move quickly, the loading action is simple, and the whole team cooperates tacitly. At this time, the loader has picked up a new medicine bag to prepare, and the chamber cleaner has replaced the chamber cleaner broom, and only waits for the shooting to start a new round of loading.
Bixuanfu's cannon
The soldiers are many times faster.
The gun next to it was also loaded. After the gunner reported that all the guns were ready, the gunner turned to look at Mr. Zeng. The gunner's face was covered with burns and he looked a little ferocious. Mr. Zeng in the short coat was not in a hurry.
After firing, he first looked carefully at the rear of the gun. He slightly adjusted the height of the gun's rear so that the gun body was almost parallel to the ground. Then he raised his telescope to observe the East Street. Only then did Mandar notice that he was holding a section of gun in his hand.
Rope, and a shield next to it.
Mandal turned his head and looked at the street entrance. A row of shining Qing troops covered the street, followed by a dense number of dark-armored soldiers. He took a breath and said, "So many bright-armored Tatars."
Qin Jiuze stepped forward and looked around. There were about three or four rows of bagaras, about twenty in total. They lined the streets and were still waiting for the general's orders.
There were seven people in the first row, three of whom were holding bows. When they saw the firearms soldiers on the cross street stage, they immediately shouted to the back, and a few dark-armored Tatars immediately came up to the roadside to remove the door panels.
Several Qing soldiers holding bows walked into the streets first, drew their bows and fired towards the stage.
The bowstrings vibrated on the East Street, and light arrows streaked across the sky with a low arc in the East Street. The general Zeng grabbed the shield beside him and held it in front of him, while covering the gunner at the fire gate, and the loader held the
The other side of the shield protects the clearer.
Arrows flew past the intersection, and the number of Qing troops shooting arrows in the street gradually increased. After they discovered that the artillery had shields, they shifted their targets to the dense musketeers on the stage, and light arrows flew towards the stage one after another. Martial Arts Firearms
The team did not prepare shields, and the stage was empty and unprotected. Several musketeers were hit by bows and arrows one after another. The stage suddenly became a mess, firecrackers were banging and banging, and the tiles in the direction of East Street were crackling.
The soldier was shot in the leg and fell to the ground. The stage was filled with white smoke and his vision was unclear. Bows and arrows continued to fly. The musketeers collided with each other while dodging, and the reloading could not be completed. It also blocked the rangers on the stage from shooting arrows. Yang Guangdi
Seeing Mr. Qi raise his bow twice, he was beaten both times.
The musketeers squeezed away, and even the heavy armored soldiers arrayed on the side below the stage became commotion. Some people couldn't help but turn around to look at the embarrassed musketeers.
"Artillery on standby!"
Zeng's general tone was lower, but the volume was obviously louder than before. It was obviously because of the chaos in the firearms test team, which caused the morale of the army to fluctuate. He needed to raise the volume to keep the artillery's attention. Eight artillerymen stood around the small bronze cannon, holding
They stood motionless with their respective tools, bows and arrows flew past them, and occasionally a light arrow was inserted into the rattan and made a popping sound, but the gunner never moved, and the gunner even turned his back to the East Street.
, relying on the loader's shield. The eyes of Qin Jiuze and the others were constantly changing between the artillery crew, the stage and the Qing army. The performance of the musketeers on the stage was similar to that of the Xuanfu. In the eyes of these sharp sentries, the firearms soldiers
Always receive the smallest monthly salary and eat the smallest amount of food,
They are the most unreliable in fighting with all kinds of broken muskets. As soon as these musketeers are attacked, they will immediately attack randomly, and then it is difficult to complete the qualified reloading in the chaos. After that, the attack will become slower and slower, and the clearing will be difficult.
There is almost no threat to the army anymore. In the chaos, someone must have loaded too much gunpowder.
, usually the chamber will explode within three rounds. Once the chamber is exploded, the entire team of musketeers can collapse on their own, and even lead to the collapse of other fronts.
The team of musketeers on the stage fit their impression very well, and they were also the most unreliable among the Anqing soldiers they had ever seen. At present, Anqing's infantry soldiers were the strongest, while the horseback soldiers were just okay.
The only thing the Anqing Musketeers are better than Xuan Da is that they did not retreat suddenly, they are still thinking of ways to counterattack, and the reloading speed seems to be faster. No one has exploded the chamber yet, and the two of them are probably fast.
But the two groups of artillery were obviously different from Xuanda's artillery. Mandal couldn't tell what the difference was. If it were Xuanda's artillery, they would have opened fire by now.
"Artillery on standby!" General Zeng shouted again, "Only fire the artillery on time when the Tatars enter the street!" There was a loud shout at Dongjiekou, and dense footsteps sounded in the street. Mandarer poked his head out from the corner, and saw only a door.
The door panel is at the front, behind are three rows of silver armors and helmets, and behind are dark-armored Tatars, and people in the streets
Heads were shaking, and all kinds of heavy soldiers were shaking in the queue.
This group of Qing troops even had their faceplates polished to a bright finish. Following the orders given by the Tatar officers, the silver-white front advanced menacingly towards the cross street with an indomitable momentum.
There were only more than fifty steps from Dongjiekou to the stage. The Qing army's column quickly entered the streets and lanes of Dongjiekou and continued to approach the cross street.
Qin Jiuze breathed heavily, and the scene in front of him was just like the silver array heading towards Lu Dutang on the Jiazhuang battlefield.
Another fire cannon was fired on the stage, and two clumps of sawdust exploded from the door panel, but were not penetrated. The bows and arrows fired by the rangers were all blocked by the door panel.
A row of iron masks with ghost faces were exposed on the door panel. The Qing soldiers in the front row were waving their weapons, as if they were very angry at being ambushed by the Ming army. Their roars resounded through the streets, like a group of demons approaching.
When the Qing army reached the 40th step, General Zeng held up a shield and blew the match rope in his hand, but still did not give the order to fire. The two men kept turning their heads to look at the artillery, and at the same time they also paid attention to the armored soldiers on standby.
It was expected that the artillery would be gone after one round. It would not be able to stop so many Qing troops. The armored servants would have to fight in the back, and the rangers would have to continue.
If he continues to serve as a light infantry, the next step must be a bloody battle. Mandar took out the throwing ax from his waist and held it tightly in his hand. His eyes switched back and forth between the artillery and the Qing army. He did not expect this small artillery to be able to
It is always good to defeat the Qing army, but it is always good to kill a few white armors, but it is more worrying
After all, they were much closer to the cannon than the Qing army.
President Zeng shouted, "Open the fire door..."
The gunner covering the fire door immediately moved his hand away, revealing the dented fire door, as did the gun next to him.
Qin Jiuze and Mandal subconsciously took a step back to the north. At this time, the Qing army had already entered within thirty steps, and the queue filled the East Street.
Mr. Zeng suddenly shouted, “Fire!”
The match rope in his hand pressed against the fire door, sparks flashed from the fire door, and the small copper cannon exploded. The fire door and the muzzle spurted out thick white smoke at the same time, and a black shadow quickly sprang out from the white smoke at the muzzle and rushed towards it.
The silver Qing army fifty steps away. There was a crisp sound, and the door panel in the front row opened a huge hole like paper. Sawdust flew around, and then there was a muffled sound, and the shoulder of the bagara behind the hole suddenly
The ground exploded, bursting out a pink mist of blood, silvery white
Colorful scales mixed with pieces of meat penetrated the blood mist, and densely packed fragments flew into the air, falling backwards like raindrops. Two and a half kilograms of iron bullets penetrated three rows, and broken weapons and helmets were scattered in the blood mist.
The edge of the door spun, and the Qing army's roar suddenly stopped. The second shell came one after another, and the door panel collapsed into countless fragments, broke into two pieces and fell to the ground.
, the surrounding Qing troops were screaming and swaying, the front row was in a mess in an instant, and the queue suddenly stopped.
The artillery group that was still stationary just now seemed to have been pressed on a switch, and began to move at the same time, the speed was faster than before, and the pitch of the shout was several times higher than before.
"Cleaning is complete!"
"Full loading!"
"Finish pressing the medicine!"
The loader even threw away the shield, stuffed two and a half kilograms of iron bullets into the muzzle with both hands, and quickly raised the shield again, "Finished loading!"
The gun cleaner quickly pressed in, and before he could take out the pressing rod, he howled, "After pressing the bullet, load the live ammunition and get ready!"
The gunners in the rear shouted almost at the same time, "The primers are loaded, and the live ammunition is ready!"
Mandar looked at it dumbfounded. The artillery team in front of him was like a precise machine. Almost in the blink of an eye, one gun had been loaded again. He had never thought that the artillery could be so fast.
Mr. Zeng didn't wait at all, he lit the match rope in his hand to the fire gate again, and the cannonballs flew towards the East Street in front of Mandal'er's eyes.
Blood and flesh flew everywhere in the chaotic Qing army. Broken limbs collapsed between the wooden boards on the walls on both sides of the street. A helmeted head spun in the air and flew far back. Mandar watched from the corner.
The scene on the street, he was breathing rapidly, blue veins popped up on his face, his right hand was holding the wooden handle of the flying ax tightly until the back of his hand turned white. Qin Jiuze's mouth was wide open. Although his eyes were filled with white smoke, he could still see
Come on, the silver front that was so majestic just now has been completely shattered.
There was another quick and short command next to him. Before Qin Jiuze could recover, he heard someone shouting again, "All shotguns are ready!" There were two thunderous explosions in his ears, and dense explosions erupted in the streets of East Street.
The smoke and dust spread across the street, and many bullet holes were instantly opened in the wooden signboards of the shops across the street. The tiles and boards fell with a crash, and the chaotic Qing troops in the front row screamed and twisted in unison.
He fell in a pool of blood on the ground. The short East Street was like a flesh and blood mill. The ground was filled with dead and wounded Qing troops. The three rows of white-armored soldiers in front were in pieces, and the dark-armored queue in the rear was also incomplete. A few Qing troops were headless.
Shooting arrows like flies, a few arrows passed through the smoke
It flew forward with neither strength nor accuracy, and fell to the stone slab in front of the cannon.
The gun crew once again operated like a machine. This time Qin Jiuze saw clearly that what was being loaded was not an iron ball, but a warhead tied with ropes, with many small packages of warheads bulging on it, and a wooden support at the bottom.
"All shotguns are ready!"
The two small cannons roared again, spraying thick white smoke into the East Street. The vision became very blurred, and only the screams from the direction of the East Street entrance could be heard.
The musketeers on the stage also regained their breath and started shooting chaotically towards the East Street. Finally, after another artillery fire, Zeng ordered the commander to stop. Only the gun cleaners picked up the gun broom to cool down the chamber.
The sizzling white air.
In the white smoke that filled the East Street, there were bursts of painful screams and moans, and panicked shouts that were fading away, and no more arrows were flying.
Qin Jiuze and Mandar looked at each other. From the beginning of the first shot to the end of the fifth shot, it felt like only a short moment.
The two of them looked at the small cannon as if it were a monster. From the appearance, the small cannon still had no power. Then Mandar turned around and looked at the pile of corpses on the North Street. Now he was probably sure that the pile of corpses
This little cannon did it too. After a while, he turned back to stare at Yang Guangdi, licking his lips and said, "Your artillery..."