Mr. Liu gave an order, and the fire of three hundred artillery suddenly appeared, and then there was a sound like thunder, and the cannonballs shot towards the city wall.
However, compared to previous cannonballs, the cannonballs fired by these three hundred artillery pieces shocked everyone.
The more than 200,000 troops who stayed behind the artillery square and were ready to charge looked at the explosion at the city wall with a surprised expression.
Three hundred cannonballs were fired at the same time, but at the same distance. Why were the cannonballs located at such different distances?
In the minds of the soldiers, the artillery shells would land within five steps of each other after being set up at a good angle. However, the explosion on the city wall this time was completely different from the past.
There was a violent explosion in the city gate, and there were also explosions on the city wall.
The soldiers could already see with their naked eyes the corpses of the rebels who had been blown into the air.
However, Jiang Lei, who was standing behind to supervise the battle, withdrew his surprised gaze and looked thoughtfully at the jagged artillery pieces of different sizes in front of him.
Based on his many years of experience in cannon shooting, the reason why the impact points of these cannonballs are so strange is probably because of the different lengths of the cannon barrels.
The second round of artillery was fired again. Jiang Lei stared at the several artillery shells approaching him. He took out his telescope and looked at the city wall based on his estimated distance.
Sure enough, Jiang Lei noticed that the shells fired by the cannons with slender barrels covered a farther distance on both sides.
Jiang Lei gently put down the telescope and pulled Han Zhong's arm.
"Brother Han, I have a question for you."
Han Zhong took off the cotton plugs in his ears: "What?"
"Brother Han, can these cannons with slender barrels be mounted at a higher angle to shoot farther?"
Han Zhong was startled, looked at Jiang Lei with a strange expression and quietly extended his thumb.
"No wonder the commander said you have good skills. In just two rounds, you discovered the secret of these artillery pieces."
"When Wan Buhai, the former Duke of Wu, was marching north to Heshuo and Shuo, the Turks soon figured out the problem of where the cannonballs would land. They could effectively move their horses to avoid the location of the cannonballs based on the sound of the cannonballs."
"So after the craftsmen worked tirelessly and tirelessly, they came up with this idea. Four different artillery guns have slightly different ranges, which can achieve small-scale explosive point coverage, so that the enemy can't figure out the impact point of the artillery shells."
Han Zhong pointed at the chaotic rebels on the city wall.
"You see, you can't tell where the shells will land. These rebels are like headless flies. They can only rely on God's will to avoid the shells."
Jiang Lei clasped his chin and nodded thoughtfully.
"Been taught a lesson!"
"Brother Jiang, you're welcome. Let's discuss things with each other if we don't understand each other in the future. One person will judge the shortcomings, and the other two will judge the strengths."
"Maybe we can come up with more powerful artillery together in the future!"
"It's a deal, let's move around more after this battle is over."
"It's a deal."
Young Master Liu looked at the smoke billowing and the bustling dust on top of the city wall and heaved a sigh of relief and put down the telescope in his hand.
"This is the real fire coverage, and the arrow rain coverage is several notches lower than this."
"If you are poor, you will be strategically interspersed; if you are rich, you will be bombarded by me!"
Thinking of this, Young Master Liu couldn't help but feel sad and sighed silently.
No one knows better than him the cost of an artillery piece, and no one knows better than him how much silver a cannon shell is worth.
It can be said that every time a round of cannonballs is fired, money flows out.
After just two rounds of artillery fire, Young Master Liu no longer dared to calculate how much money was consumed.
Afraid of angina pectoris.
No wonder the old man always calls himself a prodigal, and he is right.
Not only am I a prodigal, I am simply the best of prodigals.
Song Qing put down the telescope in his hand with excitement, raised his hand and patted Young Master Liu on the shoulder.
"Commander, I finally surrendered. What you said is so right. You really can't judge a thing by its cover."
"These artillery pieces look small, but their power is much greater than the artillery pieces we used during the Northern Expedition."
"I'm really not afraid of being short and strong, but I'm afraid of being long and slender!"
"If the bombardment continues at this density, let alone ten days, it's hard to say whether the North City Gate can last for three days."
Young Master Liu glanced at Song Qing with disgust.
"Vulgar, what you say is so unpleasant!"
Song Qing's face froze, and he looked at Mr. Liu in embarrassment, "It's obvious that the dirty jokes you made not long ago were more vulgar than mine, okay?"
"Yes, you are noble. You are so noble. You will feel ashamed of yourself eventually."
Young Master Liu quietly looked at the corpses flying on the city wall and sighed.
"Brother, you are too optimistic. These shells are very powerful, but do you know how many shells we only have?"
Song Qing was startled: "How many? Is it very little?"
"Three thousand rounds. If three hundred artillery pieces were fired at the same time, they would be completely destroyed in ten rounds."
"Why are there so few? Why not make more!"
"That's easy for you to say. You don't know how expensive tea, rice, oil and salt are. You only see how powerful these artillery pieces are, but you don't know how many processes and hours it takes to make a cannon shell."
"The most important thing is that you don't know how much money you need. The greater the power, the greater the consumption. Thermal weapons are like a bottomless pit that cannot be filled. No matter how much money you put in, it will not be enough."
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Song Qing nodded with a complicated expression: "So you are the marshal and I am the general. It is enough to have one person in charge of the entire army. The general is only responsible for charging into the battle."
"When you say that, why do I feel that the Marshal of the Army is so aggrieved? I feel uncomfortable if I don't talk about this anymore!"
Song Qing was stunned, looking at Young Master Liu looking at the smoke rising above the city wall with a complex expression and nodding melancholy.
"Yes, seeing your own cannons blowing up your own people makes you feel so bad, but there is nothing we can do about it. We are ordered to save you by King Qin. How can we save you if you don't put down the rebels!"
The battlefield where the artillery roared suddenly became quiet, and the cannon barrels fired shells towards the station with a thick smell of gunpowder smoke.
Song Qing looked at the artillery array in surprise: "What's going on? Why did it stop?"
Liu Mingzhi didn't have any surprised expression. He took a quick glance and understood.
"The barrel is hot and needs to cool down for a while, otherwise it will easily hurt your brothers once the barrel explodes."
Song Qing nodded clearly: "I almost forgot about this. We were constantly fighting cavalry charges with the Turks outside Yunzhou City. We almost didn't use artillery. I almost forgot about it."
"It didn't matter if we stopped. Three rounds of artillery were fired continuously. The thick smoke above the city wall made it impossible to see the situation. I wonder if the rebels retreated behind the city to hide."
"It's not too late to see the situation clearly before firing, so as not to waste the shells."
Liu Mingzhi waved the command flag: "Command the troops!"
"exist!"
"Command the artillery square artillery to retreat thirty steps!"
"Got the order!"
Song Qing looked at Liu Mingzhi in confusion: "Commander, the artillery captured by the rebels on the city wall is exactly the same as our previous artillery. It cannot reach a distance of 200 steps at all. There is no need to retreat at all!"
"Just in case, let's confirm the impact point of the artillery shells on the city wall after the first wave retreats."
"That's fine, I'll follow your arrangement!"
The smoke from the city wall gradually dissipated, and Song Qing raised his telescope and took a look.
"Commander, a lot of the bricks and stones in the city gate have collapsed. If you concentrate your firepower on it, you may be able to blast open the city gate and rush into the city soon!"
"No, we have the advantage of artillery. If we can avoid fighting in close combat, we will avoid fighting in close combat."
"The commander deliberately ordered not to concentrate firepower on the city gate, just to force the rebels to stay on the city wall to defend."
Song Qing nodded in surprise,
"It's a good move to get the ducks on the shelf, so that they have to face the artillery to defend the city. The more people are killed, the fewer our casualties will be."